"Damnit..." Sergeant Taylor huffed in between heavy panting. He gazed at the massive figure standing atop the hill, overlooking the remains of his comrades. Strewn all across the desert sand were fragments of combat frames, tainted by the deep red color of human flesh and blood. His comrades' bodies lay still in their shattered operator packs in various positions. The figure standing on the hill stared at him with its glowing visor. It raised its arm cannon to him. A glow of green energy emanated from the barrel, charging up the beam.
Taylor, while knowing that regardless of what he did, was going to die, decided to show the alien invader a little show of what their five-fingered hands could do. He placed his right hand onto the NERVE handle, taking away his left hand and placing it in a fist pointing to the sky. He slowly moved his finger upwards on the combat frame, the mechanical arm moving to the front so that he could just slightly see it through the shattered cameras. "Fuck you... You damn four-fingered puta." He yelled through the loudspeakers as he stuck out the middle finger towards the alien. As if the alien could understand what he was saying, the green glow intensified, indicating that the alien had had enough, and was just about ready to end his sad, miserable life.
At least I got to call you a whore to your goddamn face, he thought as he chuckled to himself. He was now ready to meet his end. He waited for the alien to fire on him, to finally end his life. But just as it was about to do so, an MRAP crashed into the alien mech, seemingly being thrown. The green glow dissipated as it was replaced by a bright green beam of light that crashed into the ground next to him in an explosion, knocking him out.
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Taylor's eyes fluttered open as he slowly regained consciousness. Hazily, he looked around him. He faced the drop tile ceiling of a presumably medical building, evidenced by the amount of machinery attached to him and the beeping of a heart monitor.
"Ugh..." Taylor groaned as he tried to move his body. Through the unusual feeling he got simply from moving and the massive headache, he managed to lift his head up and use his arms as support. He glanced around the room once more, this time spotting small TV in the corner of the room.
JUNOS 24TH 2167 NGE: ENQRASIAN COMBAT FRAMES CAPTURE FORTRESS IHIANDRIGAL IN THE ARGONI STATES! ARGONI FORCES RETREAT PAST THE DEH'UTAHN LINE!
That date... Taylor thought to himself. Last he remembered, it was Octuus 4th, the day when his squad got annihilated, when he stuck the middle finger and cussed at the Enqurasian and got knocked... Oh, he realized. However, he didn't have much time to be in shock from the fact that he had been in a coma for months, as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
"Ah, Sergeant Del'Runo, glad you're awake," said a tall woman in a lab coat as she smiled down at him, "are you ready to become our planet's ultimate defender?" she said quite casually as Taylor stared at her blankly. Through the shock from the last five minutes, one word managed to escape his mouth.
"Huh?"