Far, very far away, a Ryu Z-9 equipped with a last generation Tactical Module –a Corpnation-era AWAC with the ability to identify and trace up to ten thousand moving targets simultaneously- detects unusual –or rather quite usual- activity.
“Sir, we have recon's last report”, heard Kim Dak-ho through the frequency transponder implanted on his cranium. In the middle of an arid desert adorned only by a tatami and a Samjeongdo sword, Captain Kim Dak-ho sits in meditation, contemplating the sword that he got for his promotion to Captain raising from the ground like solemn but inexistent tent stake. The Captain’s meditations have been interrupted by a very important report.
“Today, at 0800 local time, an unidentified unit breached the perimeter of a Sphere Tiger patrol unit. The patrol unit was making the same patrol routes established since their camp began operations here four days ago”, explained Captain Dak-ho to a camera that transmitted to his superiors who only showed their silhouette through the multiple virtual screens surrounding Captain Dak-ho’s tele-presence equipment in his tent. “The unknown unit used an advanced optical reflection and thermal manipulation system that made virtually invisible to the Tigers’ sensors.”
As Kim sits in a perfect Zen position, a virtual screen floating in front of him shows a scene in which a Sphere Tiger is slashed in two by an Energy Weapon swung by a undistinguishable shadow.
“Referential analysis of the unit’s heat trail, optical correction, and wave emission shows that the attacking Meka belongs to the Technocratic Confederation. It was definitely being piloted by the Gaijin”, said Dak-ho, completing his report.
“The Gaijin is here?” said an evidently altered voice that emanated from the nameless faces on the virtual screens. With shame and defeat on his face, Dak-ho gravely responded, “Yes.”
“He must have new information on our target”, continued another faceless voice. “We must observe him carefully until he guides us to it”, said yet another voice, “but we must take care not to allow him to have any contact with Koyashi. It is too dangerous”.
“We will double protection measures around Koyashi. No unauthorized contact will be allowed”, replied the Captain immediately. “How should we handle the escalation that will follow this attack?” asked Dak-ho, seeking authorization rather than an answer.
“Take all measures necessary to achieve our objective”, said the faceless voices in unison.
“Yes, Sir.”, said Kim Dak-ho, taking the Samjeongdo sword that had remained staked in front of him in his Zen meditation position, while giving verbal commands to activate his Ryu Z-9 using his frequency transponder implant.
“Sir, we have recon's last report”, heard Kim Dak-ho through the frequency transponder implanted on his cranium. In the middle of an arid desert adorned only by a tatami and a Samjeongdo sword, Captain Kim Dak-ho sits in meditation, contemplating the sword that he got for his promotion to Captain raising from the ground like solemn but inexistent tent stake. The Captain’s meditations have been interrupted by a very important report.
“Today, at 0800 local time, an unidentified unit breached the perimeter of a Sphere Tiger patrol unit. The patrol unit was making the same patrol routes established since their camp began operations here four days ago”, explained Captain Dak-ho to a camera that transmitted to his superiors who only showed their silhouette through the multiple virtual screens surrounding Captain Dak-ho’s tele-presence equipment in his tent. “The unknown unit used an advanced optical reflection and thermal manipulation system that made virtually invisible to the Tigers’ sensors.”
As Kim sits in a perfect Zen position, a virtual screen floating in front of him shows a scene in which a Sphere Tiger is slashed in two by an Energy Weapon swung by a undistinguishable shadow.
“Referential analysis of the unit’s heat trail, optical correction, and wave emission shows that the attacking Meka belongs to the Technocratic Confederation. It was definitely being piloted by the Gaijin”, said Dak-ho, completing his report.
“The Gaijin is here?” said an evidently altered voice that emanated from the nameless faces on the virtual screens. With shame and defeat on his face, Dak-ho gravely responded, “Yes.”
“He must have new information on our target”, continued another faceless voice. “We must observe him carefully until he guides us to it”, said yet another voice, “but we must take care not to allow him to have any contact with Koyashi. It is too dangerous”.
“We will double protection measures around Koyashi. No unauthorized contact will be allowed”, replied the Captain immediately. “How should we handle the escalation that will follow this attack?” asked Dak-ho, seeking authorization rather than an answer.
“Take all measures necessary to achieve our objective”, said the faceless voices in unison.
“Yes, Sir.”, said Kim Dak-ho, taking the Samjeongdo sword that had remained staked in front of him in his Zen meditation position, while giving verbal commands to activate his Ryu Z-9 using his frequency transponder implant.
