“Vulture!” yelled Cat from the other side of the campsite, while she argued with the newly arrived Hovertank pilots.
Alejandro seemed to be lost in space; looking around the campsite, seeming to count… No, rather seeming to evaluate all the things that were there. Their place of origin, cost, maintenance, opportunity cost, and a thousand other factors that pilots would normally take for granted when they sit on their Mekas.
“Vulture!” yelled Cat once again, as the Hovertank next to her lifted off the ground, raising a cloud of arid soil, making Cat step away from the vehicle and cover her face, her long black mane of hair waving in the sand storm.
How many officers had been bribed to get that fuel tank here? How much money had been paid under the table to clear the transport of that ammo? Who approved the inclusion of Sandoval in the team? Why go through all that trouble?
“VULTURE!” Cat’s scream was barely audible amidst the dirt cloud raised by the Hovertank. Cat was running towards Vulture while the Hovertank lined up and charged a shell into the chamber of its Magnum Veritas Revolver: a large cannon designed to make its objective stumble and fall, rather than pierce its armor, rendering it useless for as long as it took to finish it or run away from it.
This Earth is just an arid deserted dump. There’s only sand, and heat, an a damned never-ending horizon…
“VULTURE!!!” Cat kept screaming desperately; frantically running towards Vulture, gesturing for him to get out of the way. Meanwhile, the Hovertank, already charged, was lining up to shoot a colossal Jian Regime practice model. These were expected to be the most likely opposition, given the proximity of the Regime camps.
The horizon. The damned horizon. There’s nothing here…
“THAT’S IT!” yelled Vulture, his facing showing the satisfaction of having found an explanation to all his doubts. This would allow him to formulate a plan to take advantage of this “punishment”. However, his delight was silenced by the shot fired from the Hovertank’s Magnum Veritas, which hit its Jian target only a few feet away from Vulture, shattering it to a thousand pieces, none of which hurt Vulture, who seemed to have been protected by an aura of triumph.
Fuming at his recklessness, Cat got to his side and tried to punch him for having ignored her warnings, placing himself in the middle of the blast. But Vulture simply dodged her, and then pulled her closer to him with a swift arm-lock, and spoke in her ear: “I’ve got a plan”.
Cat smiled…
Alejandro seemed to be lost in space; looking around the campsite, seeming to count… No, rather seeming to evaluate all the things that were there. Their place of origin, cost, maintenance, opportunity cost, and a thousand other factors that pilots would normally take for granted when they sit on their Mekas.
“Vulture!” yelled Cat once again, as the Hovertank next to her lifted off the ground, raising a cloud of arid soil, making Cat step away from the vehicle and cover her face, her long black mane of hair waving in the sand storm.
How many officers had been bribed to get that fuel tank here? How much money had been paid under the table to clear the transport of that ammo? Who approved the inclusion of Sandoval in the team? Why go through all that trouble?
“VULTURE!” Cat’s scream was barely audible amidst the dirt cloud raised by the Hovertank. Cat was running towards Vulture while the Hovertank lined up and charged a shell into the chamber of its Magnum Veritas Revolver: a large cannon designed to make its objective stumble and fall, rather than pierce its armor, rendering it useless for as long as it took to finish it or run away from it.
This Earth is just an arid deserted dump. There’s only sand, and heat, an a damned never-ending horizon…
“VULTURE!!!” Cat kept screaming desperately; frantically running towards Vulture, gesturing for him to get out of the way. Meanwhile, the Hovertank, already charged, was lining up to shoot a colossal Jian Regime practice model. These were expected to be the most likely opposition, given the proximity of the Regime camps.
The horizon. The damned horizon. There’s nothing here…
“THAT’S IT!” yelled Vulture, his facing showing the satisfaction of having found an explanation to all his doubts. This would allow him to formulate a plan to take advantage of this “punishment”. However, his delight was silenced by the shot fired from the Hovertank’s Magnum Veritas, which hit its Jian target only a few feet away from Vulture, shattering it to a thousand pieces, none of which hurt Vulture, who seemed to have been protected by an aura of triumph.
Fuming at his recklessness, Cat got to his side and tried to punch him for having ignored her warnings, placing himself in the middle of the blast. But Vulture simply dodged her, and then pulled her closer to him with a swift arm-lock, and spoke in her ear: “I’ve got a plan”.
Cat smiled…
