0844, 1 November, A.D. 2070
Ruins of Fort Brenner
Combat, Turn Four
"…what."
Green-tinted optics zoomed in on the
monstrosity the humans had just brought to bear. The transforming vehicles were already a boon, ones that he'd already brought a few of to the boss man. Curiosities, but the big bot had his eye on making use of them, and he paid well. Who was he to argue with a customer?
But…
this thing?
The humans might have actually made something worthwhile.
He wanted it.
"Okay, I'm done playing around, human." A compartment on his waist opened, allowing a sphere the size of his fist to fall into his palm. "Time to break out the
good stuff."
"The what-?"
Not letting the dead human walking even ask the question, Bandit primed the P-Sphere and let it loose in a pict perfect (in his unbiased and balanced opinion) pitch. "He shoots, and-!"
The giant warform the humans brought to bear immediately disappeared in a dazzling display of light and reacting protons. "Aaaaaand it's
gooooood!" Bandit crowed, hold both servos into the air as he walked back and forth strutting his stuff. "Oh yeah! Oh, yeah! Scratch another possible headache outta the way!" He grasped both hands together, his optics already reflecting energy shards. "Oooh, the upgrades I could fit myself with from this run! And…"
"Uh, think you're celebrating a
bit early, man."
"Huh?" Abruptly pulled from his process queue, Bandit turned around. In the clearing smoke, the warform still stood. Badly singed, and missing a few pieces of armor plating, but it simply gave the impression of being
annoyed.
"My turn." The shoulders of the warform abruptly slid open as what looked to be launcher tubes surfaced, all while a strange cannon
thing emerged from the warform's back. "And for the record? That was a cheap shot."
0846, 1 November, A.D. 2070
Ruins of Fort Brenner
Jessica peered over Cavalier's fingers as she watched the confrontation unfold between the two.
When did her life become so crazy? One moment she's just on an advanced training course to pay for college as a cadet, the next she's caught up in some strange alien Legion's adventures to fight off a rampaging band of criminals. If you believe their half of the story, though considering what the other side got up to that wasn't hard to believe.
Now there was an EUDF combining Super Robot that was about to unleash all sorts of firepower on Bandit.
"…huh," she heard Cavalier crack. Turning around, the bot's reddish-yellow optics was focused squarely on the EUDF robot. His voice at least seemed to have stabilized. A bit.
"Your *zzr*ys…finally
ha*qrrt* some
thin'…"
Before she could respond, Jessica was forced to hold her hands over her ears as the most
ungodly racket echoed across the ruins of the base. Missile salvos left nothing but giant wisps of contrail smoke in their wake, punctured occasionally by the rapid and
loud fire of what looked to be a massive
chain-gun.
And even this didn't seem to take. Bandit's purple Dispersion Field reactivated, and all but negated the veritable thunderstorm that the robot – the Timberwolf? – was unleashing. Damaged or not, however, the kinetic force was enough to send the stupid little freak flying into another pile of rubble, all but burying him halfway in.
The wolf apparently wasn't happy with this. Allowing the chain-gun to detach and fall to the side, the Timberwolf strode towards Bandit with thunderous steps before all but leaping towards the rubble pile. Rearing back a great fist, the robot slammed
hard into Bandit's face, hard enough that she could see something
crack even from this distance.
Combat, Turn Five
It managed to get another earth-shattering punch across his jaw before Bandit blasted at the robot at point-blank range, forcing him to take a few steps back. His arm-mounted cannons unfolding from their braces, rapid fire plasma bore their way into the robot's hull. Great chunks of paint and hull flicked away from the impact, but the Timberwolf seemed unconcerned.
"Oh no," she whispered. She saw the telltale sign of a heat razor emerging from Bandit's underarm. "He's going to-!"
0849, 1 November, A.D. 2070
Ruins of Fort Brenner
Richard jerked slightly as he
felt the sharp edge of a heated knife
thing jam itself into his gut.
"Heheheheh," he heard the Kausen cackle. "Always looking at the guns, never at the knife. Tsk, tsk…"
"Funny," Richard croaked. Sure, it
hurt, but from his new perspective as a giant eff-all robot, it hadn't stabbed anything important. "Because I'm not done yet." Before the Kausen's skeptical eyes (at least he thought they might be skeptical), the Timberwolf raised both arms together into an attempted haymaker.
"Scrap, no!" The knife withdrew immediately and Richard connected with nothing but thin air.
Richard brought both his – no, the Timberwolf's – fists into a fighter's stance. His blood was now pumping, the residual anger from before now combining with the sheer adrenaline from the situation
now. "C'mon, you think you're tough enough?
Show me!" he abruptly shouted before launching himself at the Kausen.
0855, 1 November, A.D. 2070
Yuri Gagarin Command Bridge
"Please tell me we are recording this," Wilde pleaded over the secure comms.
"Oh we are," Henry said grimly.
"Rearming done in two minutes. We're not letting that Kausen get away without a fight, Ma'am."
"Do
not wait for authorization!" Haruko snapped, her gaze still transfixed by the on-screen footage from Callaghan's feed. "Take off
immediately!" It incongruously reminded her of some of the 'retro' arcade machines where one was to physically punch targets as they appeared.
Only this time, the camera jerked and shook badly whenever the Kausen landed a blow against Callaghan, only for Callaghan's fists to slam into the Kausen with just as much force. The two combatants were utterly
destroying what was left of Fort Brenner.
Each blow shook the surrounding area with enough kinetic force to be felt, even from the camera feeds of the
Gagarin.
The Kausen latched onto a piece of remaining Coyote chassis, and slammed it into the Timberwolf's face.
The Timberwolf, nonchalantly, simply slugged Bandit in the 'gut' and hurled him into another pile of debris.
Bandit countered, recovering unusually quickly from such a blow. Using the rubble as a springboard, the Kausen launched himself at Callaghan, his fist raised in anticipation of a flying strike.
Callaghan then proceeded to do something
very foolish.
0900, 1 November, A.D. 2070
Ruins of Fort Brenner
"Urk!" Before Bandit could launch the follow-up strike he planned, the warform's massive arms simply latched onto him around the waist.
"Oh, no you don't," the human said over the comms. "You're with me." With that, the ground abruptly was approaching
very very quickly oh Metatrine what!? "We're going on a trip!"
Dispersiondispersiondispersionactivatenownownownownownow-
The comforting flow of the purple shield encased him, but Bandit's head still slammed hard into the ground. Rolling away rapidly from the crazy lunatic human warform, Bandit groggily got to his feet. "What the depths, human!?" he yelled. "That was
uncalled for!"
Combat, Turn Six
"Yeah?" the human scoffed. The expressionless visor and faceplate seemed to give the human an air of disdain and scorn, though Bandit was probably just imagining that. "So's this."
Warning: human aeros en route.
"…oh, scrag this," Bandit said abruptly. He'd already snatched more of those shifting warforms, and he'd nearly scrapped Cavalier. He'd have to be fine with that; he couldn't make shards if
he was scrapped. He activated a signal before abruptly hightailing it out.
Fast.
"I'm outta here!"
0902, 1 November, A.D. 2070
1SW-1, 1st Support Wing Craft
"
Wait, what?"
Henry scowled as he saw the giant mecha turn tail and run. "LT, hit him hard. Sergeant-"
"Already ahead of you, Top. All units, light 'em up."
The contrail concert of five Hellstrike missile salvos chasing after
one target never failed to impress Henry, even after seeing this for the second time in a single day. The sheer volume of volley fire coming from the LT from his discarded chain-gun only added to the absurdity of the situation. "Bingo on ammo," the pilot said abruptly, "All break, repeat, all break."
As the formation broke off pursuit, Henry saw one last flash of purple emerge from the Kausen's retreating form…only for the field to break down from the sheer amount of rounds being lobbed at him from the Timberwolf's cannon. It was something interesting to note. The technology was leagues ahead of the Union's, but if it had limits-
His thought process was immediately derailed when the pilot was forced to bank right
hard. "What the-?" the pilot said calmly, though confused.
A strange, glider-like contraption swooped down onto Bandit's retreating form. Without missing a beat, the Kausen, sparking somewhat and looking more than a little battered, latched onto the glider. "Pilot, can you-?" Before he could say anything, the glider abruptly plowed through the air and far into the horizon. "…disregard," he lamely finished.
"That's it?" Callaghan's voice said incredulously over the radio.
"Cop out! Get back here! We're not done!
"
0909, 1 November, A.D. 2070
Yuri Gagarin Command Bridge
Haruko sighed, finally allowing herself to visibly relax. If just for a moment.
She then turned to the sat-link of Major Devin, who had remained quiet throughout the entire duel. "Pending questions, Sir, I will initiate clean-up operations immediately," she said.
Major Devin simply nodded and dismissed the link.
Now she allowed herself a smile.
No matter how ridiculous it had turned out…it was her first combat command.
She had won. Against the Kausen.
The Union had won against
the Kausen.
In times of great adversity, our champions have emerged triumphant.
Yet they must not lower their guard. For though they have scored a great victory, their struggles are just beginning.
Go forth, men and women of the Defense Force Research Institute! Fight, for your family, for your nation, for the Earth Union!