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The morning dew glistened in the rising sun. The forest was quiet; only the sounds of nature could be heard. This was the farthest Imogen had ever been outside of the walls of Markov. They were twenty miles from the Pilots Union reach and response time at this range was closing in on an hour. However, the mission they were on was vital to city security and was authorized by King Dulmare himself. For the past week, Imogen had been tracking a rogue zoid that had managed to cripple two squads of Defense Units. It was unusual for a wild Zoid to get so close, to begin with, but for it to best eight of the Pilot Union’s finest? Something was going on that Imogen had been sent to find out.
A cool breeze blew through the tops of the trees where the blonde had made her camp for the night. The trees grew as large as buildings on Cevanti, and one of the upper limbs had enough open space for her to set up a sleeping roll. Thunder crackled in the distance as the alarm on her helmet display buzzed, waking the woman from her sleep. Imogen had decided to sleep with her back against the tree, forgoing the sleeping bag she had laid out. Shaking off the cobwebs the blonde knelt and began to close her bedroll up. Another crack of thunder tore its way through the area. The storm was getting closer. Clasping the straps on the bedroll she attached it to her radar pack. Pressing a series of buttons on the interface a new screen took over her HUD showing a more extensive sweep of the area.
Right on time.
“Capture One and Capture Two, be ready,” Imogen spoke softly into her comm system, fastening a quiver to her lower back, so it draped across her butt.
Taking her bow from its spot against the tree the blond took a firing stance facing south. Taking a deep breath Gallant drew an arrow from her quiver and notched the projectile in place. Aiming, she exhaled slowly, drawing the bow back, the technology humming quietly as energy built up inside the arm of the weapon. As the last of the air escaped her lungs, she loosed the arrow. With a deafening crack, the bow flexed, ejecting blue plasma from its joints as the projectile was launched. It tore through trees and foliage, creating a vortex of debris in its wake as the sheer amount of energy infused into the arrow propelled it forward. The arrow struck true, exploding with a shockwave of energy as the simple little shaft of metal implanted itself into the side of the Zoid they had been following.
An ear-shattering roar accompanied with the splintering of trees alerted Imogen of what she had assumed.
A Geno Breaker.
Slinging her pack over her shoulder, the woman dropped from the branch, and with a combat knife, she slid her way down the building-sized oak tree.
“One and two on my six. I’ll get her out in the open.” Imogen said into her comms as the area around her began to shake, the rampaging Zoid headed in her general direction.
“Roger, Lead. Beacon attached successfully. Target located.” A voice replied.
After what seemed like ages the blonde finally reached the forest floor to where she had parked her motorcycle. Now that she had set the trap, she had to continue her role as bait for the operation.
“Time to see what this thing can do when it isn’t muzzled.”
Slinging her bow across her chest she took hold of the handlebars and jammed her foot down on the starter. Flipping two switches on the left handlebar with her thumb made a series of servos click, and suddenly the bike went from running quietly to extremely loud. Revving the engine, the woman took off towards the radar blip headed her way.
“What are you doing, Gallant? Come in, Lead One.” A series of voices pestered her.
“Just fucking trust me. Radio silence. Package headed your way.” Imogen replied, sinking into her seat as the cycle passed one hundred miles an hour.
Hanging a sharp left, she headed west, another roar bellowing from behind her. The ground shook with each giant step the monster machine took behind her. Just like they had rehearsed she saw that the ramp had been set up. Twisting her right hand, she began to redline the engine as her HUD turned red to signify that her target had closed the range to less than 50 yards. Looking at one of her mirrors she saw the giant head of a T-Rex roar at her, its giant figure breaking through trees and overgrowth like it was nothing.
Imogen hit the setup ramp at well over two hundred miles an hour, near max speed for the Geno Breaker. As she rode the smoking motorcycle through the air, she stood up on the seat and balanced herself. Timing her jump just right she tumbled into the open field where she had led the renegade Zoid. Capture team one and two were ready and waiting for their numerous vehicles launching tethering cables that immediately sought to bring the beast under control. A center unit had closed in and launched a net over its head. Imogen stood up and removed her helmet, her blood still pumping from what she had just accomplished. She turned to watch the capture teams do their thing. As she wielded her bow things took a turn like she hadn’t expected.
The Geno Breaker extended its claws and attachments breaking free of the bindings that were holding it down. Without her helmet on she missed the order to take it down instead of taking it intact. Both companies opened fire, but it was no use. The T-Rex modeled Zoid ripped through both capture teams. An ear-splitting crack of thunder followed by sheets of torrential rain brought on by the darkening sky was a welcome relief to the hot morning but did nothing to alleviate the current danger. With all her associates no longer posing any threat to it the Geno Breaker set its sights upon the blond woman who had managed to plant an arrow in its chest. The tyrannosaurus rex walked its way over to where she had landed, making eye contact with Imogen. The two alpha level females stared at each other, unsure of how to proceed.
“Clever girl.”
A cool breeze blew through the tops of the trees where the blonde had made her camp for the night. The trees grew as large as buildings on Cevanti, and one of the upper limbs had enough open space for her to set up a sleeping roll. Thunder crackled in the distance as the alarm on her helmet display buzzed, waking the woman from her sleep. Imogen had decided to sleep with her back against the tree, forgoing the sleeping bag she had laid out. Shaking off the cobwebs the blonde knelt and began to close her bedroll up. Another crack of thunder tore its way through the area. The storm was getting closer. Clasping the straps on the bedroll she attached it to her radar pack. Pressing a series of buttons on the interface a new screen took over her HUD showing a more extensive sweep of the area.
Right on time.
“Capture One and Capture Two, be ready,” Imogen spoke softly into her comm system, fastening a quiver to her lower back, so it draped across her butt.
Taking her bow from its spot against the tree the blond took a firing stance facing south. Taking a deep breath Gallant drew an arrow from her quiver and notched the projectile in place. Aiming, she exhaled slowly, drawing the bow back, the technology humming quietly as energy built up inside the arm of the weapon. As the last of the air escaped her lungs, she loosed the arrow. With a deafening crack, the bow flexed, ejecting blue plasma from its joints as the projectile was launched. It tore through trees and foliage, creating a vortex of debris in its wake as the sheer amount of energy infused into the arrow propelled it forward. The arrow struck true, exploding with a shockwave of energy as the simple little shaft of metal implanted itself into the side of the Zoid they had been following.
An ear-shattering roar accompanied with the splintering of trees alerted Imogen of what she had assumed.
A Geno Breaker.
Slinging her pack over her shoulder, the woman dropped from the branch, and with a combat knife, she slid her way down the building-sized oak tree.
“One and two on my six. I’ll get her out in the open.” Imogen said into her comms as the area around her began to shake, the rampaging Zoid headed in her general direction.
“Roger, Lead. Beacon attached successfully. Target located.” A voice replied.
After what seemed like ages the blonde finally reached the forest floor to where she had parked her motorcycle. Now that she had set the trap, she had to continue her role as bait for the operation.
“Time to see what this thing can do when it isn’t muzzled.”
Slinging her bow across her chest she took hold of the handlebars and jammed her foot down on the starter. Flipping two switches on the left handlebar with her thumb made a series of servos click, and suddenly the bike went from running quietly to extremely loud. Revving the engine, the woman took off towards the radar blip headed her way.
“What are you doing, Gallant? Come in, Lead One.” A series of voices pestered her.
“Just fucking trust me. Radio silence. Package headed your way.” Imogen replied, sinking into her seat as the cycle passed one hundred miles an hour.
Hanging a sharp left, she headed west, another roar bellowing from behind her. The ground shook with each giant step the monster machine took behind her. Just like they had rehearsed she saw that the ramp had been set up. Twisting her right hand, she began to redline the engine as her HUD turned red to signify that her target had closed the range to less than 50 yards. Looking at one of her mirrors she saw the giant head of a T-Rex roar at her, its giant figure breaking through trees and overgrowth like it was nothing.
Imogen hit the setup ramp at well over two hundred miles an hour, near max speed for the Geno Breaker. As she rode the smoking motorcycle through the air, she stood up on the seat and balanced herself. Timing her jump just right she tumbled into the open field where she had led the renegade Zoid. Capture team one and two were ready and waiting for their numerous vehicles launching tethering cables that immediately sought to bring the beast under control. A center unit had closed in and launched a net over its head. Imogen stood up and removed her helmet, her blood still pumping from what she had just accomplished. She turned to watch the capture teams do their thing. As she wielded her bow things took a turn like she hadn’t expected.
The Geno Breaker extended its claws and attachments breaking free of the bindings that were holding it down. Without her helmet on she missed the order to take it down instead of taking it intact. Both companies opened fire, but it was no use. The T-Rex modeled Zoid ripped through both capture teams. An ear-splitting crack of thunder followed by sheets of torrential rain brought on by the darkening sky was a welcome relief to the hot morning but did nothing to alleviate the current danger. With all her associates no longer posing any threat to it the Geno Breaker set its sights upon the blond woman who had managed to plant an arrow in its chest. The tyrannosaurus rex walked its way over to where she had landed, making eye contact with Imogen. The two alpha level females stared at each other, unsure of how to proceed.
“Clever girl.”