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Games of Invictus Chapter 88 (YEAR 2052)
"How's it going, Laura?" I called. "These Titan pilots are getting smarter," Lehman responded. I caught a glimpse of her Exodus in mid-jump, sweeping downwards like a comet. "Then it's time to do something stupid!" Martin called. Laura scoffed. "I'm ready for stupid!" My Sentinel was close behind Martin's by now and I braced myself for the inevitable impact. I stomped forward at the fastest speed my Sentinel could muster. Our mechs collided, orange armour smashing together. Everything shook. My HUD flickered and a silent proximity alarm began to flash in the corner of my HUD. I grimaced at the screech of metal on metal but pushed my controls forward nonetheless. My Sentinel's legs furrowed the ground as I began pushing Martin forward. Great chunks of stone were thrown aside as his Sentinel's legs, still planted firmly, slid along the mossy crater floor like a plow tilling a field. "It's working!" Martin whooped. The Titans, unaware of the trick they were so perfectly falling f
Games of Invictus Chapter 89 (YEAR 2052)
The Xiezhi towered above me, smoke rising from its massive armoured shield. It had intercepted the static cannon's blast, saving everyone. I slowly grew to understand my situation. The Koreans had been keeping an eye on us for a while. Axion had only sent five mechs for reinforcements. The sixth impact, the one that had landed beside me moments ago, had been the Xiezhi. "What say you?" The Xiezhi demanded, voice resonating with power despite the poor audio connection. "What say I?" I grinned. "Welcome aboard!" "Good," the Xiezhi pilot replied, "then there is no need for secrecy anymore." The pilot paused for a moment, and my comms feed crackled. A moment later the pilot sighed, and I could tell something had changed. "There," the pilot remarked, "no need to disguise my voice among allies." Instead of the gravelly, distorted tone I had come to expect from the Xiezhi's mysterious pilot, the comm was filled with a lighter voice that radiated with the same strength. "My name is Soj
Games of Invictus Chapter 90 (YEAR 2052)
Report: Stonewood, D, A crater in the Annamite Mountains. Vietnam. Abandoned WWIII missile silo. Wartime designation unknown. Moments ago... "How's it going, Dan?" Jackson called. I sat on a dusty metal stool on the third floor of the missile silo, hunched over an antique computer. The room around me was in shambles. The warhead silo had been left untouched by Axion, meaning the evidence of whoever had last used it was still here. This floor of the building was dominated by a tactical center, tacky linoleum flooring filled with evenly spaced desks, dusty chairs and the worn remains of ancient computers. Light streamed through the grimy windows in random shafts, piercing through the places where the dust was thinnest. The room smelled of copper and mould. On the farthest wall from the window, a few wooden doors led into what I assumed were the offices of different high-ranking military figures. Though I didn't recognize the Vietnamese writing on the doors, the symbols stood out
Games of Invictus Chapter 91 (YEAR 2052)
The office itself was very much as drab as the rest of the silo, a boxy room with the same tile floor and low ceiling as the rest of the building. Dusty documents fluttered about, disturbed for the first time in years, and an empty beer bottle rolled across the damaged floor, tapping against my right foot as if to greet me. There was a large shard of metal embedded into the far wall of the room, piercing a tactical map of some kind. Placing a hand on the wall, I hobbled over, trying to get a good look at the shard. Well, that explained how the door had been destroyed. The metal piece, easily the size and length of my upper body, was part of the barrel from a railgun. It was broken at one end, a twisted spire of black steel, and still hot to the touch. Now I understood what had hit me. The unlucky mech who had owned this gun had caused so much damage that it was likely no longer fit for battle. It had nearly taken me with it, knocking me down and sending the very tip of the gun's r
Games of Invictus Chapter 92 (YEAR 2052)
Report: Quinn A valley in the Annamite Mountains. Vietnam. The exterior of an abandoned missile silo. Wartime designation unknown. I watched the trail of smoke from Dan's command capsule fade into the air. Long before he had joined the Chinese-Canadian Alliance, Dan had worked in this complex, under the guidance of my father. Nuclear signature or no, I needed to see the inside for myself. I stood just west of the complex's centre. The hexagonal shape of The Crater's main building stretched high into the sky, cutting off my view of the battle. It had seen better days, yet something told me that it had been kept up to date longer than any of the surrounding buildings. The thumping sounds of plasma cannon fire brought me back to my senses. I heard a crackling sound in my right ear, followed by a mumble. The static noise quieted. "Testing, one two three!" Dan called. "Jackson, you idiot, can you hear me?" I smiled. Dan was safe and feeling fine. "Yeah, I can hear you!" I heard
Games of Invictus Chapter 93 (YEAR 2052)
I whistled, temporarily forgetting my desire to stay silent as I gazed up at the massive mech that stood before me. The dim light of my makeshift flashlight failed to do its size justice. The Spartan. Where was it from? "There's an old mech in here," I whispered, speaking quietly once more. "What?" Lucas coughed. "It can't be. Axion wouldn't just leave a mech lying around." He paused. "What is it, a Goliath?" "I've never seen it before," I responded, "but the designation calls it Spartan." Lucas' voice grew faint as he leaned away from the comm set. "Does the name Spartan ring any bells, Dan?" I didn't hear Dan's response, but Lucas confirmed it. According to Dan, he'd never heard of a prototype named Spartan during his time working for Axion. For all we knew, it wasn't supposed to exist. I gazed up at the enigma of mech, squinting to see its top. "Its construction doesn't look American," I mused, gazing up and down the blue-tinted body. "It also doesn't resemble anything use
Games of Invictus Chapter 94 (YEAR 2052)
No matter the circumstances, no matter the battle, the goal or even the enemy, I always had a habit of ending up exactly where I was now. Boots bouncing off a metal catwalk. Mentally preparing myself. Staring at my goal. Moments away from danger. No matter what I did, I always found myself back inside a mech. It was simply what I was born to do. I don't know what my life would've been like if that first mech hadn't murdered the President of the United States those ten years ago. Perhaps I'd have become a mechanic or an engineer. Maybe, in some far-fetched universe, I was finishing university, driving a car that didn't have a nuclear reactor under the hood and fantasizing about piloting giant mechs. But this was no fantasy. This was no other universe. This was here and now. I'd grown up thinking my father had tried to sell a weapon for his own personal gain. I'd believed every word of the lies I'd been told. Now I knew that my father had tried to expose a ruthless Axion plot
Games of Invictus Chapter 95 (YEAR 2052)
The Spartan's quiet hum became a roar as its nuclear reactor hit full power. The entire hangar was bathed in red as its cameras started up, giving me a look at the Goliath I'd expected. The Goliath's pilot clearly hadn't anticipated me to be inside the mech, as the brown mech was busy methodically stomping apart row after row of computers. The hangar bay was large, but not large enough that it missed the massive motion that was the Spartan jerking to life. It rotated toward me, plasma cannons blazing with unreleased energy. My fingers instinctively mashed the Spartan's firing controls. I received only error messages. No guns, no combat. Only escape. Pushing forward on the controls, I smashed my way free of the scaffolding that had been erected around the mech. Part of the metal construction frame broke free with a riotous screech and caught on the Spartan's empty shoulder pauldron, swinging out in front of me like a hammer. The massive metal doors were fully open now, and mechs fr
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Games of Invictus Special Chapter (YEAR 2042)
Report: FiskA few hundred meters beneath Rome.Italy.Centro di produzione TMC, divisione di Roma.(TMC production center, Roman division.)"Can't be too careful," Carl smiled.My heart skipped a beat. Did he know?I'd seen Jackson duck behind the Punisher-T from when I'd entered. I assumed Karen was behind it, too. I had to keep Carl away from my allies long enough for them to escape.It dawned on my how ironic this was. A few weeks ago I would've been furious to learn how unobservant and arrogent Carl was. Now? I was happy. His ego would be our saving grace. I just had to keep him talking."So when do I hear about this Exodus," I said, sweeping my arm around Carl and leading him away from the computer. "I'd like to hear all about it."Carl looked enthused, a beaming grin spreading across his face, and he turned towards me. I followed his lead as we marched a few dozen feet away towards a large tarp, and stopped."Well," he said, "everyone loves rapid-fire rocket weapons. You have y
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The hallway smelled of oil and cleaner, burning my nose as I marched, boots squeaking against the steel floor. The hallway was cold and dimly lit, with only a few eerie orange lights for decoration. Beyond this hall was the factory floor and our goal.Karen and I moved quickly, and I couldn't shake the feeling we were being pursued. I knew almost nothing about the layout of the underground factory, we were unarmed, and we had no disguise of any kind. I was just grateful that the guards were busy dealing with the riots on the surface. If I listened closely I could still hear the dull roar of the crowds, even through the massive steel doors.Those doors hadn't been a problem- only those guarding them. We'd selected an entrance on the opposite side of the city, as far away from the riots as possible. Surveillance was lax there, with only two guards. The TMC soldiers I'd seen looked identical to the men and women Draco had been with at Yamantau- black body armor and powerful rifles.Fortu
Games of Invictus Special Chapter (YEAR 2042)
Report: QuinnThe bustling city of Rome.Italy.The Via Claudia.Temperature: 25° Celsius (77°F)Rome. City of marble and ruins. Rome's ancient history, once the life of so many a historian, was that of dominance, failure and reinvention. Just like the city of old, the Roman capital had fallen to civil war shortly before the Third World War. Rebellion ravaged Italy's capital, with it's citizens taking a stand against their complacent government. Although Italy's political superiors refused to partake in the World War, they knew they would not be safe for long.When the warheads were launched, many cities were targeted, Rome included. But despite the accusations of its citizens, the Italian government had been preparing. In a joint effort with China, two massive energy shields were deployed over Shenzhen and Rome, sparing them from the nuclear fire that consumed so much of the rest of the world.The OMEGA Horizon Shield, known by the locals as the 'scudo orizzonte', saved their lives.
Games of Invictus Special Chapter (YEAR 2042)
Report: QuinnThe bustling city of Rome.Italy.Outside the Colosseum.Temperature: 27° Celsius (81°F)Something behind me shattered, spraying my back, legs and neck with bits of rubble as I ran. The hot sun beat against my face as my pursuers grew closer.I didn't know if it was a person or the robot who fired, but seconds later something warm and bright zipped past my head and struck a decorative statue in front of my, shattering an outstretched arm. The plaster sprayed my face as I ran, and a moment later my head was warm. I stepped around a group of fleeing pedestrians and glanced back, seeing the ball cap laying in the center of the street, hooked around the statue's stony fingers.Oh, well. The hat didn't matter.After all, the contents of the tablet in my pocket were much more important.I tapped my right ear, triggering the hearing-aid that doubled as my comms earpiece."Karen," I shouted, "do you copy?"A gasping, flushed voice crackled over the comms. Gunfire I heard in my l
Games of Invictus Special Chapter (YEAR 2042)
In war, your greatest enemy is often yourself. We all begin war pure, fighting for righteousness' sake, but then the ego steps in, the hubris and the greed, and you feel invincible. But eventually you'll wake up and realize that you're not fighting for righteousness' sake anymore, you're not invincible, and that you're a long way from home. Looking back at everything that happened, I would say that this applies to myself, as well. I would be lying if I didn't say I had regrets. It's over now, I suppose. All is said and done. I never wanted to become a War Robot pilot, you know. I never expected it. When the first War Robot was built I was too young to know what I wanted to be when I was older. Before I knew it, the Iron War consumed my freedom to choose my fate. I joined the Chinese-Canadian Alliance on my own free will, sure, but the very fact that this was a choice I felt compelled to make illustrates my point. Every day the Iron War takes. It takes lives, yes, as do all wars, but
Games of Invictus Chapter 124: END (YEAR 2052)
Report: Park Just off the coast of Nova Scotia. Canada. The remains of an Alliance base. Former designation: "The Firmament" Six hours later... Powerful halogen floodlights scanned the ocean surface, making the water shine. The blinding glow traced along the sides of the tower, across the film of oil and over floating debris. The fires that had consumed the Firmament were almost gone, leaving charred metal and burning oil in their wake. The flames provided little to see by-even the moon was hidden by clouds, so the searchlight was necessary. I stood in the cockpit of the dropship, staring down at the water as the vessel scanned the detritus. If something useful was found, the ship's mechanical arm system would target it, snatching it from the oil slick and pulling it inside. It had continued like this for over ten minutes, with little more than scraps discovered. "We have to go, Taewi," the dropship's pilot demanded. Her eyes were wide with worry, and her hands were a tan blu
Games of Invictus Chapter 123 (YEAR 2052)
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing, sacrificing my mech?"A blur of motion swept past the Firmament, snatching the Exodus out of the sky.A dropship."Laura?" I exclaimed. "You came back!""Looks like I got here just in time, too!" Laura replied. "I've got your friend-get the hell out of here! Rendezvous in Shenzhen!""But Mallet-" Alyx began."-can take care of herself!" Laura shot back. "Trust in her, she's your General for a reason! We need to go!""We're out!" Lucas called. The dropship lurched forward.The remaining Zephyrus, distracted by Kedrick's disappearance, didn't see our ship slip by them. We were out of their range in moments.My comms crackled, fading in and out."We're losing close-range radio," Dan informed me."I'll see you guys in China!" Kedrick shouted. He had to fight for his voice to be audible over the encroaching static. "Stay strong!"The comms cut out in a burst of static, and I slumped into a nearby seat.Kedrick was safe, but everything else was
Games of Invictus Chapter 122 (YEAR 2052)
After a moment of catching our breath, Dan, Draco, Alyx and I gathered ourselves and jogged into the cockpit where Lucas sat, fingers dancing across the controls."Strap the hell in!" he bellowed. Everyone scrambled to get to their seats."No!" Lucas glared, gesturing at Draco, "not you. Zip-tie yourself to that seat or you'd better hope you can fly!"Draco frowned, but did as he was told, taking a new pair of the plastic ties from Lucas' outstretched hand and latching himself to a seat.The dropship leapt into the air, soaring away from the battle."We're here to grab you when you need it, Kedrick," Lucas stated.Our forces, sensing this was a losing battle, had begun to retreat. Around us, the Zephyrus swarmed in unison, moving as if at the will of some invisible puppet master. Instead of shooting down the mechs as they were picked up, we watched in horror as they began to fly directly into the path of dropships, bringing them down."The hell?" Draco screamed. "This is suicide! This
Games of Invictus Chapter 121 (YEAR 2052)
The Firmament was built to function at a high altitude, but that didn't necessarily mean that its inhabitants were.The massive tower was well above the height that command capsules could safely travel, as the winds were so strong that they would be blown off course.The second issue was the fact that the entire upper dome of the ship was swarming with Zephyrus.Having breached the glass dome that took up most of the tower's roof, the winged mechs were using the remainder of the surface as a staging ground, gathering up top before descending into the tower to wreak havoc. With the dome gone, the surface area of the Firmament's highest point was about the same as an interior level-a large, circular platform with a gaping hole in its centre.Alyx, Draco and I stood in an emergency airlock on the top level of the Firmament, staring across the open surface of the tower.In its past life as a launch platform, the Firmament's upper deck had been where satellite and weather systems were loca
