The next few minutes were a blur. Goodbyes, gear checks, pats on the back, loading dropships. Martin winked at me before disappearing into the mass of pilots. He was heading to his dropship. I had to head to mine.Moments later I was marching across the catwalk, feeling dazed. I had to focus. The door to the dropship's airlock hissed open.Still in a daze, I wandered to the back of the ship, entering the hangar. The dropship's underbelly door was still wide open, my mechs hanging in the air from mechanical arms. They looked like bombs, ready to be dropped at a moment's notice. In a way, they were more dangerous. No bomb had human intellect. The latest mech, my Spartan, was pulled inside with a hiss, massive hydraulic lifting arms locking it into place with an iron grip.The Spartan, as deadly as it was, was a last resort. Without a command capsule, its destruction would be undoubtedly fatal for me. I had to use all of my other mechs before it came time to bring it into battle.I glanc
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