『 Date: July 7th, 2071
Location: Texas Military Base, Texas
Time: 14:33 CDT 』
The sound of metal clashing against metal filled the air as the Assault-type Velznars, piloted by Incarcecon soldiers, engaged the Assault-type Dractors of the Nevalian military. Explosions erupted left and right, debris flying in all directions as mechs were destroyed in seconds.
"Stabilizers, check! Weapons, check! Let's go, boys!" yelled Sergeant Jackson, the leader of the Incarcecon soldiers' air squad.
They soared high over the Nevalian territory, their jets creating a trail of smoke in the sky as they charged towards their enemies.
The Nevalian soldiers were ready for the attack, their weapons poised to fire. "Fire at will!" shouted Colonel Taylor, the leader of the Nevalian forces.
His soldiers drew their PPMLs (Photon-Powered Missile Launchers), each equipped with photon-powered missiles. At his command, they blasted away, the missiles speeding through the air and exploding in a spectacular display of power.
The battle was fierce. Velznars leapt and dodged, their supersonic blades slicing through the air and tearing through enemy mechs.
Blood flew everywhere as pilots were killed.
"Cover me! I'm going in!" yelled Private Lee, as he charged towards a group of Nevalian soldiers.
His Velznar was heavily damaged, its armor chipping away.
[ Velznar K-42: Current Velznar condition... 49% ]
[ Private Lee: Divert all power to weapons ]
[ Velznar K-42: Diverting all power to weapons... success ]
With a fierce cry, he fired his lasers, cutting down the Nevalians in his path. But he paid for it with his life as a missile hit him from behind, sending him and his mech flying.
As the battle continued, the Texas Military Base shook with the force of the explosions, the ground trembling beneath their feet.
"We need backup!" screamed Sergeant Jackson into the comms. "I repeat, we need backup!"
[ Sovereign Destroyer: Ask and it shall be given on to you ]
[ Sergeant Jackson: Who the fuck is this? ]
[ Sovereign Destroyer: A king, your king... ]
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Colonel Taylor let out a smug grin as he stared at the surveillance footage of the battlefield.
It appeared that the Nevalian forces had the upper hand, but suddenly, there was a shift in power.
Taylor heard blood-curdling screams from his soldiers on the communication system.
Panic washed over him because he had assumed they were in control of the situation. Frowning with confusion, Taylor tapped a button on the object attached to the side of his head.
The ultrascope.
This device produced a holographic scope, which zoomed in on the scene before him. A gasp escaped Taylor's lips as he watched the chaos.
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"Impossible!" he yelled.
In front of him stood a most exquisite Emperor-class Assault-type Velznar, glowing with a golden sheen, towering at a height of 20 meters with dual shoulder-mounted missile launchers, laser cannons, and a plasma rifle.
This made him wonder just how much more powerful this robot could be.
After scrutinizing it through the Nevaly database, he gained information on the Emperor-class Velznar.
[Velznar name] Sovereign Destroyer [Type] Assault [Class] Emperor [Weapons] Missile launchers, plasma rifles, supersonic blades, grapplers, photon pistol and laser cannons
[Pilot] Luke Greenwood [Race] Human [Subspecies] Esper [Gender] Male [Age] 25 [Nationality] Englishman
The Sovereign Destroyer moved with outstanding speed, slicing through Dractors with its built-in dual supersonic blades.
Taylor watched in disbelieve as the once-imposing Nevalian military was reduced to just a few soldiers.
The sound and sight of the massacre made Taylor's stomach churn.
He couldn't believe his eyes. "What is that?!" Taylor muttered to himself.
"Colonel Taylor," said one of the Nevalian soldiers over the comms. "We need reinforcements; we can't hold them off for long."
Taylor gritted his teeth, realizing that their situation was becoming more desperate by the minute. "I'm sending backup," he replied with a tone of urgency in his voice.
Suddenly, a loud crackle split the air as Sovereign Destroyer moved. Explosions erupted as metal clashed against metal, and debris flew in all directions. It was relentless. The pilot, Luke, laughing manically as it slashed its way through the Nevalian ranks.
"This is too much," Taylor muttered to himself as he watched the scene unfold. "We need to finish this before it's too late."
Sovereign Destroyer took flight, its golden exterior glistened in the sun as it soared through the air, the dual shoulder-mounted missile launchers and the plasma rifle held at the ready.
[ Sovereign Destroyer: Only a king should have the privilege of gracing these blue skies ]
[ Sergeant Jackson: Fucking focus on the battle! ]
[ Sovereign Destroyer: Jackson, I am a king who rules the heavens, so hold your tongue and listen ]
From his cockpit, Luke watched the scene below, scanning for any remaining foes. Suddenly, the sound of explosions punctuated the air as three Dractors appeared on the horizon, each towering 15 meters high.
Luke didn't hesitate as he launched three missiles from his mech's shoulder, each one homing in on a target.
The missiles collided with one of the Dractors, destroying its arm and sending shards of metal flying in all directions. Luke scanned the wreckage for signs of life and noticed the pilot was still alive. "Oh, he's still alive," Luke said, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "That's no good."
Sovereign Destroyer used its thrusters to launch itself towards the downed Dractor with incredible speed, arriving in seconds.
"Please, spare me!" the begging pilot emerged from the wreck.
Luke chuckled. "Now, why would I do that?" he taunted.
With precision and ease, Luke brought out the supersonic blade, slicing off the pilot's head in one swift motion. Blood erupted from the wound, spraying out like a geyser before Luke tossed the body away.
Now on ground, the remaining two Dractors charged towards Sovereign Destroyer with determination, their metal frames clanging together as they clashed.
"Futile!" (Luke)
Luke was a master at piloting his mech, dodging and weaving between the barrage of missiles and lasers thrown his way. With an expert hand, he aimed his weapons, firing off deadly volleys that destroyed his foes one by one.
The screams of dying soldiers filled the air, the sound made all the worse by the metallic thud of metal upon metal.
Piloting Sovereign Destroyer toward one of the destroyed Dractors that had a battered pilot, Luke sunk his supersonic blade into the head of the pilot. Then, he spoke into their comms.
[ (Sovereign Destroyer via Nevaly comms): Listen up, Nevaly. Your enemy is none other than me, the almighty king, Luke Greenwood. A most worthy opponent. Show me your feeble attempts at conquest so that I may obliterate them. Come to me, Nevaly, and witness the true power of a king. ]
"Dammit, this bastard has us pinned!" Taylor was radiating with fury.
The situation on the battlefield seemed dire, and Colonel Alexander Taylor's frustration was palpable. He clenched his fists, his eyes scanning the scene before him, searching for a way to turn the tide of the battle. That was when he received a message from headquarters, notifying him of the imminent arrival of Squad 99 via air drop. Colonel Taylor's eyes widened in surprise; he couldn't believe they were actually going to deploy Squad 99.
"Are you serious?" he asked incredulously. "We're going to use Squad 99?"
The person at headquarters replied resolutely, "Yes, Colonel. The Texas Military Base is at risk of being taken by the Incarcecon military. We cannot afford to let them take control."
Colonel Taylor let out a chuckle, which puzzled the person at headquarters. "Why are you laughing, Colonel?" they asked.
"I'm already feeling sorry for the Incarcecon military," Taylor replied with a wry smile. "They have no idea what's coming for them."
As they conversed, the sound of approaching aircraft could be heard in the distance. Colonel Taylor looked up expectantly, his heart pounding with anticipation. Surely, Squad 99 would be the game changer they needed to win this struggle.
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Colonel Taylor's eyes fixed on the large Dropper aircraft as it descended into the battlefield. He stood in awe, knowing that the success of the battle depended on what was inside.
In the aircraftʼs deployment room, a tall figure emerged - Raizel, dressed in his pilot suit.
Beside him was Elena, also outfitted in her gear.
Turning to Katherine, Raizel remarked, "This isn't your ordinary mission, Katherine. Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Katherine didn't respond; instead, she watched in anticipation as Raizel and Elena made their way to their respective mechs.
Mankapon, one of the crew members, burst into the room.
"What's wrong?!" (Elena)
"The captain, he's gone!" (Mankapon)
Elena's eyes flew open in disbelief.
Raizel chuckled as he clambered into his mech, shouting his approval. "That's why we love the captain, right, Elena?"
Suddenly, the Dropper hit a bump and shook violently.
On the battlefield, Nevaly soldiers pointed up to the sky, shouting that something was coming down.
Luke sneered in his cockpit, standing motionless on the battlefield.
He didn't believe anyone had what it took to defeat him.
Meanwhile, Sergeant Jackson's air squad was still attempting to obliterate the remaining Nevaly soldiers.
[ Sergeant Jackson: Get your head in the game SD! ]
[ Sovereign Destroyer: (~chuckles) these peasants could never make me sweat... I'll send a vanguard unit into enemy territory, that should be more their pace ]
Suddenly, one of the Incarcecon soldiers in Luke's cockpit yelled out in terror.
True fear was in his voice as his hands shook uncontrollably, unable to control the joysticks that guided his mech.
[ Sovereign Destroyer: Soldier, what's wrong?! ]
[ Velznar K-89: We might be in trouble sir... The Iron Devil, Slaine Verdonis, is on the battlefield! ]
Just then, the pitch-black mech - Thanatos - made its grand entrance and finally landed with a thud. A tremor ran through the Incarcecon forces.
Thanatos oozed a menacing red light from some of its parts, a sight that sent chills down the spines of all on the battlefield.
Colonel Taylor could sense that the tide of the battle was about to shift.
"Shitʼs about to go down," he said.