Snippet #2108100

The city bustled with the sounds of metal. Clanking, grinding, and scratching filled the street. Deep inside the city's bowls the sounds were muffled. The War Room, a room filled with maps of all of Rensen. Rensen trade routes, outposts, patrol schedules, and clocks of diffrent time-zones cover the walls. The analyzers, highest ranking officers, and the whole of the Angle Squad talked war. This went on for hours and hours, until 4 men in full light mech armor marched in the room. Red 3's personal guard.

"SOLDIERS! ATTENTION!" One shouted inside the suit. The entire room stood in attention as a tall woman talked through the door of the War Room. The room fell silent as they all realized it was no other than Red 3 herself.

"...At ease..." She muttered out as she walked to the center of the room and put her hands on the table. "Lady's and gentlemen. We have come to a crucial point in the war..." She stated as she walked around the room, looking over the maps and charts, along with the people in the room, men and women she had fought with. "We have taken, in the past 3 months, 103 Rensen supply caravans, and have seized almost 60 new mechs. As of now men, we are stronger than we have ever been..." From this, the room roared with cheer. But the celebration was short lived as she spoke again. "But... Rensen has developed a new weapon. Commander Tullias, you have the floor."

Slowly, an older man in his 50's stood in front of the room, and after a short introduction pulled up a hologram of soldier. But no normal soldier. What ever it was, it looked human, but didn't seem human. The body was to large, though it wasnt large enough to be a Super. "This, is what we are facing. Rensen scientists have bujild what ever this is, and plan to make more of them... Right now, this is the only one. But more soon more will be made. We know that this one has a reputation of being... Aggressive. We have to get to him, and kill him, before more of him can be made... We almost nothing about him. other than he is somewhere on the contenate. But for now, all squads are to report to there posts, and protect the city until we gather enough intel..."

For the next half hour, Tullis talked of other varius situations, but the idea of the soldier was the only one that stuck in the minds of the men. From here, the meeting was dismissed, and the room resumed its normal ruteins.