Armoured Core (Non GW *Gasp*)
Hey there peeps. Been at this for a few weeks, never really occured to me to post it up hear. I'm planning on showing you guys the first 10 chapters, I'll upload them in this thread as I do them.
I have chapters 1-4 written, but I'll give it a few days space.
The Armoured Core games have always been a big favourite of mine, this story is loosely based on the latest outing of the series; For Answer, which in my mind has the strongest plotline.
Chapter 1 - Late Beginnings
++Warning. Prepare for Drop++
Speras closed his eyes and tightened his grip just before the world fell out beneath him.
A metallic figure fell through the sky, shining brightly as the sun danced along its reflective surface. It glistened brightly like a falling star before plunging through the clouds, obscuring the drop ship from view. The armoured figure was humanoid; its arms and legs spread eagle as it soared down to the planet below, angling its body gracefully through the air to target its prey. Its streamlined body cut through the heavens with astounding speed, the chest of the figure came out to a point, the head was of a similar design, a glowing blue band was the only feature. Instead of wings, long stabilisers grew from the back of the radiant form; helping to angle it’s decent.
Within the armoured body Speras sighed slightly, another boring task, a cleanup mission like so many before it. The crushing walls of boredom were closing in, this felt more like routine than a battle situation should. How many times had he dealt with this exact situation before? Tens of times? Hundreds? Possibly.
His destination came into view as he neared the ground; a thick steel bridge crossing a great mass of water, a single band of advancement in this drowned and dying landscape. Bright lights flashed past as those on the bridge opened fire, the slugs launching sporadically into the sky. Speras twirled lazily through the air, the rounds whizzing past the construct. He engaged his boosters as he prepared to land. Deep hazy blue lights flaring into tiny, furious white infernos across his back and legs.
The machine slowed drastically before hitting the bridge, and the crossings true size could be appreciated from this distance, a great metallic bandage holding the hulking ocean together. The mechanical form slammed into the road of the bridge, sending cracks snaking and diving along the driveway, the metal merely groaned in protest where the concrete had broken, dust and other small debris fell slowly to the ground after being shook free. The sound of whirring machinery and hissing pistons could be heard through the dust as the construct righted itself. Speras’ radio crackled as he picked up the communication frequencies of his targets.
“That’s...That’s an Armoured Core!”
“No one said anything about a NEXT being here!”
Speras shot forward out of the settling dust cloud, jetting across the floor on the tracks under his mechanical feet, the rush of battle surging through his body. He moved with strange grace and speed, something that should be impossible for its size. The construct, the Armoured Core, easily dominated the entire breadth of the road, a road made for moving heavy freight and material. Wide and inaccurate fire flew past him as he closed in on his targets, just regular, outdated military vehicles; a handful of tanks and a couple of small bird-like walkers. One of the rounds fizzled and disintegrated as a protective field crackled into view around Speras. The Green lighting danced lazily before fading from view once more.
“It has a Kojima field...”
Speras smiled at the sound of the enemy’s disbelief before opening fire with his own rifle. He slinked to the side of the street and brought his gun to bear; blowing away one of the bird walkers in a hail of high calibre fire, the small machine was chewed to pieces by the massive rounds, reduced to creaking and smoking shards of metal in seconds. The large and sleek rifle announced a death toll with a roaring thump each time it fired. His suit let out another hiss as he glided smoothly across the street with ghost like speed; he rammed another into the water below with a sharp impact from his shoulder. The diminutive machine flailed wildly before sinking to the dark depths, its form quickly becoming clouded as the ocean claimed yet another prize. More shots began to crackle against the reactive Kojima field, burning harmlessly to nothing before him. A quick and decisive stomp from the Armoured Core crushed a tank beneath its reinforced boot, it protested for just a moment, and then it collapsed in a wail of shattered armour as the tank disappeared, the metal crumpling as easily a paper under the force. A small jet of fire shot out from under his heel, bright death throes of a last machine.
The rest of the targets went down as effortlessly as the first; it was not long before Speras was standing alone amidst wrecked and destroyed machinery, the Armoured Core stood eerily still as he stared out over the ocean. A collection of derelict and sodden buildings poked out from the dark liquid, once tall and mighty constructs, reduced to empty and miserable memories of the fallen city below the waters consuming embrace. The dejected structures radiated a strange and silent sadness that unsettled Speras every time he laid eyes upon then. Great gravestones as a monument to Humanities folly.
With the battle over -if it could even be called that, he though dryly to himself, the looming sense of lack of purpose and monotony came crashing down on him once again. He opened a communication line to his Operator.
“Mission complete, targets eliminated” He felt tired, the tedium was getting to him.
A female voice responded across the radio “Sure thing Sper, why sound so glum?”
Speras huffed slightly before responding “These missions, these operations Rose, they just feel, well, worthless...”
“Hey, works work. We need to make the best of what we have at the moment.”
But what was the moment? Similar operations such as this is all he felt he’s accomplished in who knows how long, and a constant struggle was hardly a new thing. Though Rose was new, she’s been his Operator for nearly a month and they had accomplished seven missions of comparable prestige and difficulty together. That was one time milestone at least. “There are a few more contracts coming in, good job you’re so popular” Speras smiled at the tease. “Want me to open them up for you?”
But before Rose could respond his entire screen blacked out and his entire suit went dark. Speras narrowed his eyes and looked around the cockpit for some answer. His reply came in the form of his view screen crackling back into life. The image of two flags waving lazily against a clouded sky, the picture was incredibly grainy. One of the flags was the image of a solar eclipse; light barely able to break past a dark sphere. The other was simply black.
“We all need to make choices” The voice was deep, smooth and seemed to hold the weight of age, experience and sorrow all mixed into one. “Where will you stand when the time comes?”
The image cut out and the cockpit lit up once more.
“Rose, what the hell was that?”
“...What the hell was what Sper?” she sounded reproachful.
“That message, strangest Corporation ad I’ve ever seen...”
“I haven’t sent you any of the assignments... I asked if you wanted me to open them for you and you didn’t respond.”
Speras was silent for a moment. “I just got a message that was, quite frankly, weird. Can’t you track it or something?”
“There’s nothing to track, are you sure your feeling all right after the drop? Come back and I’ll run a diagnostic over the suit.”
“I feel fine.”
He lied as he stared out at lost, portentous buildings dead in the water.