Mia stood on the bridge with anger and disappointment on her face. Every screen that surrounded her and her officers displayed live feeds of everything that was happening below. Wings of mecha scanned every inch within the cratered settlement and transmitted their findings directly to the frigate.
“Impossible,” replied the Datacoder. “The whole thing was shut off and powered down - the first thing they hit seemed to be the base’s generators. It’s more likely that they took a few datacells for themselves, so they could analyze it. Won’t know for sure until we’ve got a full inventory.” Mia gri
He quickly turned his turret towards where Claire had marked the forest, then blasted into it with his guns. Round after round of the hollow tungsten bolts slammed into the trees as dirt and splintered wood erupted into the sky. Although most of the mecha scattered out of the way, two were caught i
The Spirit of Amelia’s bridge lights turned dark red as a klaxon rang in Azrael and Claire’s ears. More shells struck the hull, and everything shook violently. Outside, entire sheets of armor were blown apart and shorn off. “Armor’s at 63% integrity,” said Claire. “Those things really hurt! I’m ove
But it was wiped clean when a thick beam of plasma cut right into his mecha and consumed its central body into nothing. All that was left of the lead mecha were its lower legs from the waist down, and the top of its head. Two others were unable to slow themselves and flew right through the beams a
To Locke and Fluke’s irritation, they could only watch as the frigate repaired its armor to full while their guns were forced to reload. They spun around to follow the frigate along its starboard side and continued to pepper it, but were completely unsure what to do. Neither ship was able to take o
Mia’s boots clacked as she walked over the polished marble floor. She was still in her uniform, and was slightly frazzled. It was less than an hour earlier when she was forced to run from the fight, her frigate heavily impaired. She made her way down the long, decorated hallway and stopped in front
“How many bases has she destroyed?” he asked. “Only seven,” Mia responded. “Which is good, right? I was at least able to contain it.” Father glared at Mia, venom in his eyes. “Ten percent is too much,” he growled. “Far too much. Get your repairs done quickly, then get back out there and end this