People never seem to learn, do they? It's always this cycle of pain and violence.
Eva sighed as she and her unit dashed eastwards towards the front line. Her mind was filled with thoughts about the synthetic cadets, and of terrorism itself. People using violent means against each other wasn't anything new. Homicide. War. Genocide. Ethnic Cleansing. Terrorism. In her old life, t
They zipped past the main encampment where a couple of wings were idling in their mecha. They looked like they had just gone through a round of repairs, had rearmed themselves, and were resting up for the next skirmish. Weapon racks and ammunition lockers were off to the sides, though they were mos
They were truly devastating weapons! Even these thick and powerful shields wouldn't last long under a continued barrage. When the drones ceased fire to reload, the front-most shield mecha gave way to the ones behind them, and retreated to the rear of their formation. There, they activated their nan
Squadron Nightraven had done much the same to the other enemy drones around them, and shredded most of them to pieces without much of a fight. The other shield wings also made quick work of their enemies, although they didn't tear through them like Nightraven did. They used more brutal methods. Ma
This allowed him to lend his squadrons to the frontline units to help with their repairs. This also gave them a level of autonomy, though Wrench made sure to keep their supplies topped up. His own squadron brought supplies to them as they requested it: repair materials, ammunition, food, medicine, e
They continued with their duties, oblivious to the devastation that they were about to be a part of. Their only orders were to repair each other, and not much else. Even if their sensors had picked up the incoming fire, they didn't have any instructions to counter them. The shells spun faster and f
The dead and wounded were extracted from their mecha and immediately rushed off to the hospital back towards headquarters. The dead far outnumbered the wounded, but even the "lucky" few survivors were on the brink of death themselves. Some were missing portions of their torso, or even their entire
But she didn't charge in with all her numbers. She felt it would have led to needless casualties. Instead, she had only put four of her squadrons forward and deployed less than 150 units on the front. He thought she was committing suicide! Then he saw as she literally took command of the battlefie