Gaojinizer- Stage 19

The General

Rage boiled within his Exoskeleton, his blood burned in his rage, that terran had managed to do it, to once more, destroy his reputation? As his anger stewed within him, he found the communicator on his desk, a personal one that he’d gotten commissioned from an artisan, began to ring, as the display floated into existence. Some part of him wanted to ignore it, until he saw the name of the one calling, Tel Zu Aslan. As the Garsalan Accepted the call, the face of a Garsalan with the crest and horn one would expect of a male appeared on screen. His color was a variety of earthen greens, and browns something shared by inhabitants of the Southern continent on Jel’gi.

“G’thera… I’ve heard what happened.” Tel stated, his friend’s mandibles continued to chitter, as he thought back to the battle.

“That damned Terran… If this keeps going as it has before, Our clans will never be elevated from Ser’or status… I’ll need to kill him as soon as possible.” A ser’or clan, one which hadn’t any military achievements, and as such, was relegated to a lower position in their society, occupying and garrisoning primitive worlds, rather than their more powerful enemies. He hated it, but such was the plight he was faced with. Another one of those connected to the call, with a much higher voice than the two, spoke as well.

“In the meantime, there are other ways to help in that, We all know of the attempts by non ser’or clans to take out territories and assets through duels, and vice versa, taking advantage of that could be a food strategy indeed.” The woman who spoke, Ar’esh Zu Arti, always had a powerful mind, as G’thera saw it, he chose her as his betrothed for a reason. Some part of him wished she was attached to suppressing the terrans as well. It was certainly better than being surrounded by only those who looked down upon him… But that could be taken care of in due time. The next to speak was Tes.

“Regardless, I believe in you, G’thera. You were a great enough pilot to get your own custom unit, that says a lot…” He couldn’t exactly disagree with that.

“Thanks, Tes… That said, I’ll make sure our plans can advance… I’ll talk to you all some other time.” With that said, the members of the call began to leave. While G’thera was left alone with his thoughts once more, that same intense burning, in his 6 eyes.

…

“Idiots, the lot of you!” Kyoko shouted, slamming her hands against the table. To no surprise, Takeshi attempted to wave her off in annoyance. Her voice and expression alike contained their usual judgementality. His annoyance was clear by his arched brows, moreso when he shouted in response.

“Alright, Alright, I get it! Quiet down, My ears are still sensitive…”

“So are mine!” Han agreed.

“And who’s fault is that?!” If a response was expected, it did not come, from Han at least.

“The hell do you care so much?! Ain't’ any of your business in the first place!” Takeshi stated in response.

“Says who?!” She stated in response, as the two stared in eachothers eyes once more, sparks flying between them, yet another round of bickering had begun. Diederick eyed this with a thinly veiled annoyance, while Andrew simply shook his head. This much was to be expected from the two of them, it seemed. He felt no need to comment on it, rather, his mind drifted back to their assignment. Currently, the Juzumaru has crossed the Atlantic Ocean, and made it to the Caribbean. Though, his old stomping grounds, Roosavelt, was much farther north than they were as of right now. The isles of bermuda were below them, and the City of atlanta, their destination, which had become a coastal port in addition to a rail center, especially after the great flood the Garsalan brought about. Would they be going up that far north, he wondered…

This thought, however, did not stay in his head for long, as his eyes widened, and the same could be said for Takeshi, as he went silent, so did Kyoko in response…

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“This.. Feeling. Someone is approaching the ship, but who?!” His instincts were screaming at him, his hairs stood on end, his forehead in a cold sweat, the presence of the unknown enemy was enough to activate his fight-or-flight response. The other pilots had the same response. Kanta, Kyoko, and Rakesh, had expressions deficient in understanding.

“Ota, get to the bridge and get the weapons ready! We gotta launch,now!” With rhis much said, the pilots rushed to their respective machines, as Kyoko did the same, her footsteps clamoring upon the silver-colored floors of the Juzumaru. She didn’t quite understand what was going on with them, but perhaps the Machina worked in strange ways. As the door swung open with her push, she made it to the controls, and began to switch on the targeting computers, opening the launch catapults within moments. And the pilots wasted little time in launching their machines…

“Tch, We gotta find whoever that is, and quick!” Han stated. But, it seemed that this was to happen soon. Before anything more could be done, he found that a spinning disc of particles, the same which composed the Garsalan’s beams, had removed his machine’s leg.,,

“What?!” Haemon moved the Sanvolner in the Dazaman’s defense, activating the anti beam shields on the machine’s left side.

“How did they manage to attack us without being seen-” His thought was interrupted, as a mass of metal armor slammed into him, knocking the Sanvolner out of its place, and separating the Danzaman from its allies… The machine which was now between them was painted various blacks, and grays. Heavy armor, that was angular, and sharp in its shape. Two shoulders lined with missile launchers, clearly designed for multiple sizes, if needed. This was the personal machine of one of Garsalan's four generals, the supreme authorities of the empire. Known as the Jrug’Mas. The machine striked once more, and in little time, the limbs of the Danzaman had been nearly entirely removed, Though the pilot within attempted to launch his stingers, and fire off in his enemy’s direction, his beams were weaved around in short order, and a missile sent toward him in response, very nearly slammed into his cockpit, regardless, burning pain seared, and he was sent toward the ground below.

The Valgeogant and Kaizenbuster came next, yet, the Kaizenbuster’s impact booster charge was met by one from the general. The machine's heads butted between them, before the Jrug’mas slammed its armored fist into the machine’s cockpit, something Andrew felt, to no surprise, before he was blown away by a missile strike. A swipe from the Hohenzollern Prince’s blade was left useless, as the machine’s arm was put in its path, shattering the blade upon impact, before removing the offending arm with a generated disc. Takeshi prepared to intervene, but he was not able to do so, as he found a white and gold blur moving across his peripherals, Glittering Crimson flashes flying across the battlefield. From above, behind, below, and even in front of him. A four-directional attack he had to swiftly elude. This machine, it wasn’t one he recognized, but given how this machine moved, how it attacked, he had an idea of just who it had been. “That same damned roach!” He shouted.

Indeed, G’thera Zu kalis had returned once more, his original machine was destroyed, and he was stuck with an ace-modified version of the Ascalon, a non-humanoid OD frame, but it would work just fine for this instance. As long as this Terran died, that was all that mattered…

“This guy’s good, too good, at that…” Haemon mumbled. He rushed to defend his allies, but he himself on the receiving end of an attack, the general had chosen his next target. The two were in knife-fighting range, the general behind him, before he could expand his shields, a missile slammed into his armor, and the oncoming energy saw sliced through it… In just a few minutes, four of the five machina had been taken care of without much effort… The garsalan within the machine seemed to share his machine’s bulky build. His chitin was covered in a snow white, with patches of gray lay between them, a descendant of the Garsalan who inhabited a state known as Ku’sen, before the planet’s unification, in the planet’s Arctic northern continent.

"Su dhara esa dha Tasselr ai'ya haesn ru nish efuid... Craesrirr, dhasa esa runa "Sdellllailr shelrar" dhed nird fa nena whal ai'n llailairhan waidh dhan." - "So these are the Terrans I've heard so much about... Clearly, there are some "Staffing changes" that must be made when I'm finished with them."

The last machine left was the Gaojinizer, who himself seemed to be struggling against the newly fielded machine, one which he did not know how to combat nearly as well. As if to make matters worse, it seemed as if the general had grown impatient, before either of the pilots knew it, the Jrug’mas flew across the sky, appearing above the Gaojinizer with its fists clamped together, slamming them down atop the machine’s head, and shaking the pilot within. Before he was launched onto a nearby sandy beach, the same which his allies apparently landed upon, teetering on the edge of conciseness, within their battered machines. The garsalan looked down upon these.. Lowly beings that had managed to waste his time, and pull him from the front… And prepared to fire upon them, paying the one he’d brought with him no mind. At the least, before he found himself before dodding fired beams of Covalons, without looking in the direction of the offending enemy, at that.

In his eyes, the uncoordinated assault had earned nothing but a slight glance. The guns upon the ship fired as it continued to approach him, while Kyoko within eyed the machine with gritted teeth.

“I have to do something here, If I ram it, I may just be able to disorient the pilot, this ship has to at least be large enough for that!” But it seemed that her plan was going to fail, regardless, as missiles, larger than those before, were launched, vertically flying from the machine’s shoulders, and within moments, the ship’s thrusters had been striked, and the Juzumaru’s body was jostled by the explosive bursts of energy. The thunderous sounds which resulted, caused pain as they were heard, Noises of fallen and colliding objects joined the symphony, as the initial Jerk shoved the three remaining occupants of the ship to the floor, knocking the wind out of them…

From afar, one could see the ship descending from the sky and the smoke that blew from its back, as well as the defeated Machina… But the general was not finished yet, he had one last gift to give them, a salvo of missiles that combusted upon impact with the sandy beach, the heat cooking the sand into glass, and further breaking apart the machines that laid upon it… Their pilots moved no longer within, as their vision was stolen… With this looking to be complete, the General began to fly off.

"Wa raeya, dha raidiedaiul air helnran..." - "We leave, the situation is handled..."