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"It's not working." The notion came unbidden, infuriatingly rebellious. Doubt materialized into something darker: realization. Reality. "Why?" Were his dreams shattering? "All this! Why isn't it enough?" Jericho's eyes were almost bloodshot. As Perfectio's horrific armature slid through the...

"Is that all you see in me?" Jericho spat. Perfectio's icy taunts had found a grip in his heart, try as he might. Even from his limited experience fighting as a mobile weapon pilot, the impression wasn't that Perfectio had been genuinely hurt with that shot. Like shooting angry water - was there...

No. He'd made a mistake; how foolish was he to come here when he already knew? The resignation settling below churned to a violent boil; something hard and dry leaped up and caught in Elhirut's throat. Any comfort he'd found in Ganeden's silent form vaporized in a single instant. This excursion...

He was alone. The machines marching ahead of him hardly qualified as companions. Not only were their steps disconcertingly light, but they were cold and silent even to his impossibly sharpened sense of the world. Bertrade's engineering was precise. She'd done everything he'd asked of her. But...

"Th-that - " The brief pause of the bridge's activity devolved into frenzied chaos. The silence in the wake of the Blood Ark's beam snapped like a string torn past its limits. Someone managed to find themselves back at their controls, and another tugged at Tilde, pulling her away from her...

Faction Name: United Defense Directorate / "Jericho" Government: Electocracy Capital: Athens, Greece Territories: Balkans, Italy Population: 1.3 billion Goals: Extermination of Terra Sentinel, reunification of Directory, recovery and disposal of Black Projects History: Formed in the wake of...

"You-" Something nearing a gasp escaped from the Psychodriver's mouth as the figure opposite him began again. It had been devouring. Feasting. First, his frustration. Then, his anger - now, it wanted despair, it wanted terror, it wanted the bloody reverence of sacrifice. "Gail - " "You - !"...

Jericho's face curled into a sour grimace as Gail's first words reached him. By the time he finally broached the subject of his conversation... "Did Sullivan put you up to this? The Black Angel?" His voice was incredulous, almost as if the opposing figure had suggested that he turn over a...

"What kind of delusion are you under, O'Brennan? Since when has something been a sufficient qualifier?" It appeared as if Jericho didn't mind the rain. By the time he reached the gathered figures, his hair and collar were completely soaked, and each hurried step shook free loose dew to the...

"...He is my subordinate, Shevirat Ha-kelim. His loyalty overpowers his honor." Jericho had said it so casually, let it drag free from his lips with not a hint of anticipation or foreknowledge. The Antenora's eyes drifted skywards, as if the machine itself were reminiscing, and its hand...

The Bergelmir's decision to retreat was only regarded with a faint expression of disdain, and the Antenora's pilot exhibited something nearing impatience as the machine turned to face the remaining combatant. The buglike visage met the demon bat's own eyes, mutually glaring and tracking in a...

The Antenora briefly froze as the Bergelmir seemed to rupture, spewing the nanomachines within its plating into the surrounding air. Acheron hadn't anticipated the deployment of Machine Cells, but the reactions of his pilots were sharp. Still, the coiling mass of grey goo was a threat that had...

Like a fly to sugar, the Psychodriver considered. Was it that easy to sway someone like her? However, as unwise as it was, he allowed the sentiment to show on his face, a slightly narrowed eye meeting hers instead of some other acknowledgement. It was a drastic failure of an attempt to hide...

"Hopefully" is the pessimist's way of thinking. Like a red-hot thunderclap, the sky above the savaged battlefield cracked. It was like a volcanic cloud of smoke and fire, boiling forth into realspace from an infinitesimal, singular point. It spun, twisted, asymmetric patterns resolving as...

The Meyven couldn't help but wince when Eris lashed out at the Bellzelute's delicate frame, screening his surprise with a sudden cough. As little as he valued aesthetics and form over function, he could still respect the countless hours poured into the design's intricacies and visible...