THE GAME'S NOT OVER

BY: Punisher

Hasegawa squinted up into the glaring suns. Their beams made his helmet hotter than it already was if that was possible. A bead of sweat rolled off his nose and onto his lips, he licked it off and savored the salty taste. This morning's execution was even more entertaining since the victims had been subordinates of his who had failed miserably and brought shame on the House. He looked down at the stub of his little finger which still ached throbbingly. "Lord Oshita! The lead dropship is within sight!", a lookout shouted from a rickety looking steel tower. Hasegawa looked up and his ears caught the faint roar of its engines. He gave the signal for the work crews to don their hearing protection before the engine's sound's heightened to their usual unbearable roar. The dropship approached the ground and hung there like a giant egg as the landing gear stretched out and gently touched the ground. Clouds of dust leapt from the ground as the ensuing dropships touched down. Their eight gangplanks lowered in each point of the compass and massive tanks and artillery vehicles began to roll out. Then the mechs came. New, shiny mechs, fresh from the Dragon's mechplants. Hasegawa smiled to himself as he saw his mech, a 90 ton Ballista, step out with a kanji emblem on it. Now he would be able to enter the battle and leave his shameful duty in the camp. Perhaps with the ensuing battles to come this reconnaissance expedition could come to an end and the Dragon could begin the real offensive.

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