Three hundred years ago a faction of men made of metal entered New Japan and led a revolt against my people. Blood was shed, towns were wiped from the map, and people were forced into a faction called Zephyr. I was part of our national crisis team as an information and communications expert. I should have seen this coming, but I didn't. The result? Too much I could handle. Now, I stand at the edge of a barren wasteland covered in velvet blood with nothing to my name. In the years after the attack, I took up a small group of soldiers at the outskirts of Osaka and trained them in hand to hand combat. The regiment became a wonderful thing. We raided barren towns for whatever ammunition we could find in hopes that we could survive against the ongoing invasion. People don't know we're alive. Not even sure my wife knows I'm alive. The regiment, four-oh-seven, went on its last mission on August 7th 2317. Our goal was to get into the east communication tower in Kyoto and rewire it to allow all ongoing communications to pass through us; To help us find their main base in the long run. I don't remember much of what went on that day except for my comrade, Ichji Kuwari. His plan sent us around back to sneak into the camp. Little did we know that a shipment was to be expected for delivery that day. Next thing I knew, names were being screamed out as bullets passed where we stood. Bodies already started to hit the permeable surface and it seemed like day one all over again. I popped my head over the wall to get a course of action but noticed a grotesque metal face staring directly into my eyes. Its hatred and animosity burned in its dark black eyes. Almost as if there was no soul in the man. It noticed me of course and per instinct I decided to fire on it, sending bullet after bullet at its shell of a body. With little to no effect, my body lurched back and I high tailed it to a closest enclave. Ichji hollered my name over the screeching metal.
"Hey! Get up to that damn tower! I'll cover you." Ichji grunted and waited for me to acknowledge before he fired over the wall he was hiding behind.
That was my moment. With nothing but dirt flying underneath my heels, I ran towards the tower. Not another life was going to be lost on my watch. I slammed the doors open to the communication tower and headed up the steps. Enemy patrol had just peeked around the corner before I fired down their fleshed bodies with a few razor bullets. Their bodies landing in heaps at the doorway to where I needed to be. Inside the room just a little bit up off the ground, a console with a red blinking light entered my view. Its presence made everything feel better.
"Akaou, guard the tower entrance! I'm at the controls and I need a bit of time to get information handled." I mentioned as though this was familiar to me.
"Sure thing boss. Making my way there now."
My meaty fingers started doing their work instantly. I mashed in commands and went through the whole repository before I plugged in our little Cat-5 device. It's primary ability was to scramble signals and redirect them to our station in Osaka. The only downfall to it was that it was a first release device and it could fail at any moment. A few minutes of anxiety and nervousness had passed and I threw the device back in my sweaty uniform pocket before I headed towards the door.
There was no sign of stopping outside the tower as the metal men pushed closer and closer towards the team. Almost to the point of being pinned against a rock and a tight space. As I passed a small opening, I saw the enemy cross guns with Ichji and blow his arm off as it lay crumpled on the foundation of the building behind him. I knew I only had a few seconds to react so I kicked down the metal sheeting covering a previous repair and I jumped out in hopes to grab the first thing my arms would reach. In the moment I managed to land on the back of one of the metal men and I forced my weight on it, trying to pull him to the ground. The machine didn't seem fazed by this and shrugged me off his back as I hit the dirt; Its metal arms reaching down to grasp my neck.
I saw my life flash before my eyes as the air started escaping my lungs. Right before I was about to pass out, a man on regiment shoved a small blade in the machines back and it lurched forward, collapsing instantaneously.
By @Sniped Hearts
