He rotated his units head to the right. He noticed that the holding configuration for the transport had been modified. He quickly noticed why. There were a series of crates in along the wall that weren't normally there.
"this isn't an cargo transport. What equipment do we need today that we cant mount to our units?". Alex was starting to get over anxious again. His curiosity was driving him mad. Why all these changes without telling the operators, or at least giving them a heads up about the change to protocol. He thought about the blinking yellow light on the control interface back at La Grange 1.
The other units loaded onto the transport and it lifted off the ground. Alex was still thinking about the blinking yellow light and the crates when his unit was deployed to his test zone. He rotated units 7´s arm and stationed himself along the crater wall like the mission specified.
Units 1-5 were going to have a mock fire fight with units 7,9 and 10 simulating an ambush on their patrol route.
The lunar surface was easy to get used to visually, and difficult to get used to physically. Especially with the command of a 2 story tall robot via remote link. Today exercise was critical for allocating more funds to the program.
"Unit 7 in place, weapons hot.". Alex was about to try out the most advanced Mobile armor the north Atlantic Federation could afford. He couldn't wait for the combat exercise to start. He tried to calm down and ready himself.
"all units, enemy convoy en route." "prepare for assault sequence baker 1".
Alex was a little farther away from the rest of his assault group. He was to provide sniper fire and break apart the convoy and then switch to artillery confinement of the area until all hostiles were neutralized.
The convoy entered into the kill zone and Alex´s assault group commenced the attack after Alex fired the first shots at the lead enemy unit.
"I wonder who is unit 5 today. I hope its Bill, Jerk" Alex thought to himself as he aimed for the units head and fired.
A bright violet beam of light exited Alex´s rifle and impacted Unit 5´s head. It slowed and shut down. The rest of the convoy spit up and took cover in the surrounding rock formations.
"YES!". "Now its just clean up"
Alex was about to switch to artillery fire mode when he noticed something up in the horizon. He watched and almost didn't have the words to even speak.
"Enemy armor inbound!" "Enemy hostiles in test zone!, all units switch to live fire mode"
"unit 7, what are you talking about, you are going to ruin this exercise"
"Commander Myers, this is captain Alex Cordodova operating unit 7. I have a visual on enemy armor heading to our location"
Alex got up and headed towards the group of other mobile armor units. "what are your orders commander?" Alex asked over the com on an open channel.
"come on Bill you sack of crap, get it together" Alex thought to himself as he watched unit 5 activate and begin to send telemetry data to him. "Confirmed, enemy hostiles in test zone." The commander´s armor unit started up and took a knee as the commander tried to get communications back up with HQ. "Unit 7 fire concussive rounds at this intercepting vector of enemy approach. Units 1-4 make a defensive line under that ridge north, north west. Units 9 and 10, establish a channel to command via SAT LINK. Our communications are being jammed. I cant get through to la grange 1. "
Alex began firing off rounds at the incoming enemy armor. "damn these things are quick" .
Alex could begin to make out their configuration...."WHAT!? those are Eastern alliance mobile armor".
"Why is this happening? Why now? we have a peace treaty" Alex´s head filled with thoughts of the last days of the war. He thought to his family, his wife he would never see again. He began firing more erratically.
*warning, synaptic degradation in process. Synaptic activity sequencing at 90% and dropping.....
"damn it not now", Alex tried to stay in control of his emotions and line up his shots.....
The enemy armor dropped down across from units 1-4 They fired off what seemed like an endless barrage of rockets. Units 1,3, and 4 were gone just like that, completely obliterated. Unit two looked like it was badly damaged. Alex moved up and managed to flank the EA armor. He was almost right on top of them and fired. "Nothing........"
"damn it". What are these things made out of?". He tried to get completely around them to head over to the remaining units from his group, but he was mowed down rather quickly. He then felt himself slipping out of consciousness. He looked up at earth until everything was black. ....
He woke up and looked around. He wasn't at la Grange1. He tried to make his eyes focus on the writing on the walls. This place looked like a hospital. Beds machines with tubes and wires, white robes.
Then the letters became clear to him....."Holy crap", "its Eastern alliance!. Where was the major? Where was everyone from command?!"
Then he saw a familiar face. "kernel!"
edit on 18-1-2013 by zedVSzardoz because: (no reason given)