[dcs_p]Cleaning his chin with some tissue paper from his supply kit, he looked back at
his controls and began explaining his emergency plan to his teammates.
Coordinate 87L Beta 9[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“Now what the hell was that?” Rocky Potts exclaimed. Touching his myomer
fingers to his forehead in a nervous habit, he studied his sensors. Not much was
known about Trilobite, but the seismic shockwave that registered on his Sentinel’s
sensors showed either a fusion explosion or extremely centralized earthquake
activity not far from his current position. Something unusual had just happened,
and it was coming from the test area where the rest of his company were located.
“Mr. Rye-Del. What do you make of that shockwave?” Rocky guessed that he
knew more of the situation than Mural Rye-Del, but also wanted to give the aged
veteran a chance. With more than fifty actual years of experience in security,
Mural had probably encountered something similar in the past.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Mural sat back in his Urbanmech’s control seat, a comfortable ride for the head
of Strider’s Strikers security. Fumbling with his unshaven chin, he let out a long
sigh. He eyed the data once again and then replied to Rocky.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“Mr. Potts, I am sorry to say that I have nothing for you concerning this anomaly.
It seems as though something must have happened however, and therefore I
believe we should investigate immediately.” Mural declared. “I request an
immediate vote or direct order from you to do so.”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Rocky half-frowned. He hated to possibly interfere with the ongoing combat
simulation that his company was taking part in, but believed the tremor warranted
an investigation.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“Mr. Rye-Del, you are exactly correct. I’d like all of us to move towards the
epicenter of that disturbance to investigate immediately.” Rocky tapped his
myomer fingers on the controls before him. “Let’s hope we don’t get more than
we bargained for.”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Coordinate 54R Beta 27[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Alexus could barely will her machine to move. The 80-ton Thug assault Mech
was enormous, and it was by no means simple to move the machine without the
proper leg actuators. Of course it didn’t help that she had just come face to face
with death. While she had not studied enough about radiation sickness to classify
her symptoms, she knew that she’d taken, and was still taking, a serious amount
of some kind of radiation.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]A million and a half things ran through her mind as she pushed the machine to the
limits, only accomplishing a slow move across the flats that were now covered in
radioactive fallout. Though her comm system was switched off, she was
speaking to herself almost nonstop.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]“So this is how it goes? Nobody good enough to knock me off, so I end up dying
in some damn terrorist incident? Who in the hell did this to me and how in the hell
did I get here?” she cursed.[/dcs_p]