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by Exitium on Fri Jun 06, 2008 5:15 pm
Berhl slowly made his way down to the kitchen, where Verunol had grabbed an old-dusty fuel tank from one of the large sinks. At first, Berhl thought that this was some kind of a joke and smiled, but it wasn't. Verunol gave him a cold stare, while approaching him in disgust.
"This here will be used on your machine," Verunol paused for a bit, taking a moment to place the fuel tank on the ground. "Before you ask any questions, your machine is your tank. You will cherish it, clean it, and fight with it. Think of it as your own heart and soul. If you lose it, then you lose your life." Verunol paused once more, inhaling and exhaling as he was ready to go on. "Now, pick up this fuel tank and carry it down to the factory. Only you will be able to find your machine. Any questions?"
"Umm... I had some experiences piloting a tank, but how am I suppose to know which one is rightfully mine? I believe my tank was destroyed years ago..." Berhl asked, while leaning down to pick up the fuel tank.
"Your heart, Private Krussen. Trust in your heart, only then... you will be ready to fight." Verunol replied. He then made his way out the door, seeming as if he had already dismissed Private Krussen.
"Damn it," Berhl whispered to himself, wondering why he was caught in this situation. With the fuel tank, he also made his way out the door, trying to find out where this 'factory' was. After hours of searching, he was left with no clue.
"Umm... excuse me? Are you Private Krussen?" someone had called out. Berhl looked around, with the fuel tank mounted on his right shoulder, in order to find this particular person that had called out to him. "Private Krussen?"
"Where are you?" Berhl replied in a confused state. Soon, there was a shadowy figure approaching him from a dark hallway which was right in front of him. "Who are you?" Berhl asked, while slowly approaching the figure with caution.
"Greetings, I am Pilot Torren. I'll be your trainer."
"Pilot Torren? Trainer? What for?" Berhl had asked, placing the fuel tank on the ground. He then saw Pilot Torren clearly, with clean, green uniform along with a bronze medal that had symbolized his experiences in piloting a machine. His eyes were blue, along with blonde hair. He did not look like a native, but he sure looked flawless. There was one thing that separated him from all the others; the hat and the goggles. The green hat with black stripes going vertically represented that he was an engineer, while the goggles hanging down from his neck represented that he was a trained pilot.
"I was ordered to do this, for you are an untrained pilot... despite all the experiences that you've had." Pilot Torren replied, with a smile on his face. Unlike all the other soldiers on aboard The Fortress, he was one of the nicest. "Come, I'll show you where the factory is."
With that, Berhl quickly picked up the fuel tank, and followed Pilot Torren to the factory that was on the bottom section of The Fortress. He was still amazed at how big this ship was. Despite all the hours of exploring the ship, there were still many places that were left undiscovered.
"How big is this ship?" Berhl asked, while following Pilot Torren in a calmly manner.
"I'm afraid even I don't know the answer to that question." Pilot Torren replied with a giant laughter.
Not knowing what to do, Berhl laughed along with him, only to be stopped by a giant blockade that was placed right in front of them. There was a small glass opening in the middle of this blockade, showing the factory section of the ship. It was large... it was as if there was a hidden city beyond this blockade. In hesitation, Pilot Torren had inserted an unknown card through a small crack in the wall.
"ID number: 506201924. Pilot Nikolo Torren."
With that, the obstacle moved aside, seemingly as if it was disappearing through the walls. Berhl was left in pure amazement. As Pilot Torren continued into the factory, Berhl hesitantly followed, bewildered by the sights that he was seeing through his eyes. Thousands of tanks placed in rows, about 15 giant buildings that produced black smoke, engineers, technicians, soldiers, and pilots moving all about. This was the factory.
"Here we are, Private Krussen. Welcome to the factory. Tell me when you're ready to find your machine." Pilot Torren had said, with himself overwhelmed with astonishment.
Berhl was confused, yet again, because all the tanks looked alike. There were some odd-looking ones, but other than that, he thought that it would be impossible to find the right tank.
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