Snippet #1461222

The Beginning
Daniel stood back, and looked at the mighty war machine he has begun to construct. A massive tank, the size of a city block. He had just put together the frame, and now had to craft every individual piece of armor and weapon, but once he finished, it would be the greatest machine to ever drive across the Earth. He already had plans for sloped armor to allow better protection against explosives, and, once fully constructed, would have twenty guns; eight 120 mm tank turrets, to erase any armored threat from existence; ten .50 caliber machine guns to mow down any infantry threat; a single SAM launcher to remove any threat from the air; and the two main guns, the ones which would require the most work; a single plasma cannon sticking out of the cockpit, capable of melting through buildings, and a 900mm rail gun on the very top, capable of taking out the strongest targets from great distances. A force-field generator to protect from energy and explosive blasts alike; sloped armor made from the hardest materials, and a special jet engine that could propel this metal beast. it would be the greatest war-machine on planet Earth; it would be the Liberator.

But for now, he had made the frame. The weapons, armor and generator were all just dreams for now; he lacked the materials to build this weapon of death. He stood in Alpha Base; one of the few places where the resistance is truly safe. He was annoyed by the declension to attack so soon, he would of preferred for them to wait so he could lead the attack with his glorious machine. He demanded he work on this alone, as he trusted no one else to interfere with his greatest work; part of the reason it was taking so damn long. He wore a suit of powered armor that allowed him to lift heavy objects with ease, while still allowing the delicate touch making these weapons will require. He pressed a communication device in his ear, and barked out orders.
"Someone go out and get me the damn weapons I need. You know what I'm looking for!"
He was impatient, unable to sit by and wait while his Liberator remained unfinished. He decided to begin work on the armor; he took a sheet of the specially made metal and melted it down. He began to forge his tank armor, and he thought back to the day he was immunized.

He remembered how he acted; completely loyal to the Master that owned him; she was the owner of a military production facility. Hearse was born to the Master, one Madison Toniton, but was genetically engineered within her womb; he was a Great. He was put to work producing tanks for the Masters; though he, in hindsight, hated being forced into it, at the time his mind was indoctrinated, and he was programmed to be happily obedient. He slaved away at the tanks, and was constantly beaten by his Master for no real reason, while he dropped to his knees and grovel. Oh how he grovelled. It was only when a Immune named John Tambin removed the control that he grew to hate her; she had enslaved and berated and belittled him. Literally one minute after being immunized, he hopped in one of his tanks, and blew up his Master's mansion with a single shot. She had survived the explosion, but not being crushed under the treads of Hearse's tank.

He snapped out of his flashback, and saw an hour has passed. He had muscle memory; he knew exactly what he had to do to the armor, even if he wasn't focused on it. He had produced a large amount of the armor, and realised he had run out of materials. He resigned himself to sleep, and knew the next scout out will get the materials he needed.
He walked down a long hallway to his quarters.