User:NeloAngelo/RekanStuff/5

The sky envelops the corners of the world, concealing the ruthless and cruel bloodshed occurring beneath its eyes. “Draco 6 reporting in.” An Armored Unit, surrounded by another 3 of the same variant stood amongst the ruined plains. It was a basic infantry Unit armed with an assault rifle and other basic necessities.

“John 4 reporting.” The second pilot contacted.

“Goswald 2 reporting in.” Followed by the third.

“Fleischer 3, at your service.” The last Unit responded.

“Everyone looking good, eh? Well today’s mission is simply a brief seek and destroy. Nothing fancy. Just keep at your own pace.” Drako issued.

“Don’t we have some sort of plan on how this should go?” John pointed out.

“As usual...just wing it!” Fleischer replied cheerily, as everyone responded with a laugh.

The idle chatter of the troops was interrupted as a white figure flashed before their eyes. Its eye, a line of blue lights ablaze a sign of ill-omen.

It was White bird.

“Battle stations! Battle stations-“Draco 6 yelled as he readies his Armored Unit, as the rest of the 4 Unit followed suit.

Calmly, White bird outstretches its hands, creating an emblem consists of a faint, blue light out of thin air. Sanna’s eyes remained the cold and detached expression as she usually does, as the emblem burst into a cluster of nine orbs spreading out.

The fired orbs, seemingly constructed of white light streaked through the air at high speed, each traveling trajectory forming a fan formation at 90 degrees.

The spreading light orbs tore down several of the buildings that stood before the troops without losing its speed. Keeping his cool, Drako 6 retaliated with flares and a Radar-Jamming bomb with the intent of jamming White bird’s tracking system. As he does so, the rest of the crew scattered, each flying to the nearest hiding spot they could find. Drako 6 followed suit, igniting his Units boosters to the nearest hiding spot – the collapsed walls of several buildings.

“What the hell was that!? The radar doesn’t indicate any sign of weapons being fired!” Fleischer 3 contacted shortly after they left the jamming radius of the bomb.

“Some kind of flares?” Drako 6 suggested, as he frantically checks his radar.

“No way is some kind of flare strong enough to tear down buildings. It’s not a flare. One of the orbs hit me and damaged my Unit’s right arm! Flares don’t do that!” Goswald 2 pointed out, as he quickly analyzed the condition of his Unit.

“Whatever it is, we needed to regroup. That Unit is certainly not something you see everyday. Everyone, meet up at point Gamma. Talk to me. Stay calm.” Drako concluded the little team conference as he directed his orders, his heart full of questions of the mysterious Unit that ambushed them.

“Gotcha.” Fleischer 3 replied.

“My Unit’s a bit damaged by I’ll pull through. Gotcha.” Goswald followed.

The three of them then turned towards their last crew member, John 4.

A dead silence.

“John 4. Can you hear me?” Drako 6 contacted, and then repeated again “John 4!” Drako 6’s question was greeted with another silence.

“John 4 is...” Fleischer said, his hands started shaking at his command gears.

“Don’t panic. Keep your cool. Let’s focus on regrouping.” Drako 6 comforted. Though his voice remained calm, his heart was beating nervously.

The rest of the Armored Unit quickly tries their best to regroup at the planned location, the silent response of John 4 haunted their minds as they does so, moving ever so cautiously and nervously.

Drako 6 and Goswald 2 managed to meet up before reaching the stated location, as their comm.-link beeped again, alarming them.

“Drako 6, Goswald 2. This is Fleischer 3.” Fleischer contacted, his ever cheerful voice sudden took a gravely turn as he does.

“Fleischer 3, this is Drako 6. I’ve regrouped with Fleischer 3. What’s happening on your end?” Drako 6 replied.

“Ah...ah, I’ve found John 4. Control unit’s been gouged out.” Fleischer said, as the other two troops jumped, their hearts beating faster than ever.

“Calm down. Where are you now? We’ll go regroup with you as soon as we can.” Drako replied, trying his best to calm the young pilot down.

“I’m at point Delta. Please, hurry!” Fleischer responded hurriedly.

“Alright, we’re going ASAP. Find cover. Keep your cool.” Drako 6 said again.

“Underst—arrGGGHH! He’s here! He’s here! The white Unit, he’s-!” Fleischer 3’s abrupt response surprised the two, as Drako 6 frantically contacted the pilot again; he is only greeted by a cackling voice of distorted signals, which then fades out into silence.

“Fleischer 3’s...Damn it!” Goswald said as he angrily banged his arm onto his command plane.

“Calm down. We can’t afford to panic now we’re down to 2 numbers...” Drako ordered, readying his Unit’s assault rifle.

“Arghhh...calm down!? We’ve just lost two Units in a short 30 minutes! How is this even possible!? What is that thing!?” Goswald answered, now feeling a mix of frustration as fear crept into his mind.

“Don’t panic. You’ll just give the Unit what he wants. Don’t let John and Fleischer’s sacrifice go to waste.” Drako said, trying his best to shake off the fear that’s gripped Goswald, now slowly spreading onto him.

“Ah...now that I think about it, there’s been a rumor floating around recently...” Goswald said.

“Enlighten me.” Drako remarked.

“’A white Unit soaring through the gray skies, fear and death trail in its shadow beneath as it vanishes without a trace’” Goswald responded, as his Unit tightened its grip on the assault rifle.

“Well, whatever he is, he’s not making through this unscathed. We’ll make our stand here. Watch my back, Goswald 2.” Drako ordered, followed as Goswald’s unit drove back-to-back with Drako’s unit, anticipating White bird’s next assault.

A line of arcane energy tears through the skies piercing into the tense situation of the two pilots, targeting Goswald’s Unit. What tailed behind the beam of energy was the white Unit that took out John and Fleischer - White bird.

The fired beam of took the two by surprise, but they were quickly able to regain their composure. Having forced to break their formation, Drako and Goswald opened fire with their assault rifle as White bird responded by initiating its boosters and flew skywards, the rave of bullets trailing behind it.

As it flew, White Bird’s claws glistened with a faint blue glow as Sanna’s eyes trained at the two remaining Unit through White bird’s lens, her eyes seemingly reflecting the cold gleam of her Unit’s. Creating its emblem out of thin air, Sanna then shifted White Bird’s position slightly aside, then dive towards Goswald’s Unit at high-speed, showing no concern for the hailing bullets.

The emblem that was created at the air burst into six strands of light beams raining down, resembling ethereal scrawling on the skies. The fired beams came into contact with Goswald and John’s bullets and neutralized a majority of them as White bird continued its flight path, not even slowing down.

Goswald’s face flushed white as White bird stood in front of his Unit. What ensued was a terrifying out-of-Unit experience; Goswald could see all of the Control Unit’s function shutting down forcefully. His head-ups display was replaced with a black out, his comm.-link with a dead silence. The ‘heart’ of an Armored Unit, the ‘brain’ commanding every action of an Armored Unit has now become a cold, steel coffin. Before he could even panic, Goswald felt a pressuring force exerting from all sides in his Control Unit. In an instant, White bird’s fingers wrapped into a ball as Goswald was crushed within the Control Unit, killing him and deactivating his Unit.

Sanna then turned towards a stunned Drako, who realized he was the next target. Drako pulled the trigger and opened fire, but now gripped with fear of death, his target was off. Seizing the opportunity, Sanna reactivated White bird’s boosters as the Unit tosses aside the remains of Goswald’s Unit, dashing towards Drako and easily evading the bullets.

Noticing White bird’s rapid advancement towards him, Drako switched his Assault Rifle as his Unit pulled out a combat vibro-blade from one of the ports. Blade in hand, Drako’s unit charged forward and greeted White bird with a thrust. White bird’s claws parried the blow by knocking its opposing Unit’s arm aside, though the blade still managed to scrape White bird’s shoulder.

Sanna gave a slight flinch a little as White bird received the damage, pushing forward; White bird quickly retaliated with a claw strike aimed at Drako’s Unit’s waist, tearing out a large chunk of it. As the damaged Unit backed away, trying to flee, Sanna’s eyes, the ever vacant and detached expression of hers suddenly shifted to a focused state.

Drako initiated his boosters as he flew away, not regarding the glowing blue light that’s occurring behind him. His survival instinct kicks in as he rapidly hit the boosters repeatedly, trying to steer clear as fast as possible.

A piercing pain penetrated Drako’s body as the Unit flew, as he come to his senses, a gaping wide hole can be seen from the chest of his Unit, extending all the way to the other side. Looking backwards with his naked eye, he was greeted by White bird.

Drako said as he tried to contact his superiors, but the control unit, having blown wide open has shut down all of its functions. “What...are…you..?” Drako said those words as he breathed his last, as the Unit collapsed with its pilot.

“Pulse signal...nil.” Sanna muttered as she looked at the destroyed remaining Unit through White bird’s lens, her eyes reverted to the usual detached look as she does.

“This is Velvet...all targets neutralized. I’m returning to base.” Sanna said as she peered towards the skies through the lens of White bird’s, where she was greeted by the same, graying blue sky she was so familiar with.

Sanna shot a look of slight discontent at the imagery that greeted her, before initiating White bird’s booster, flying back to its nest.