Thread: Machine Vision [Zalvek + TakodaVega]

Naomi had seen things in her short life. A lot of things actually. The Federation had made sure their little pets would be able to handle the exposures of the rough and now barren Earth. Earth had become Homeworld to a third of the human population who had taken to space instead to instead of residing in what was once a beautiful planet. Wars and pollution had turned Homeworld into nothing more than a sparsely vegetated Mars. This however was in the top five 'Oh shit' moments as she forced the outdated mech to move . If she got caught there was more at stake than just another life on the line, she was one of the experiments the Feds had tossed aside based on the comprehension of morals , of all things. She should have died had it not been for a lucky missle strike on the compound and a few fellow 'Rejects' breaking out those who would have been slaughter. Mid way up her arm was a set of numbers. 7391 . She always had thought of it as her prison number as she wheeled the mech around and raised one of her arms. The mech's following suit, pressing a button missiles shot from integrated weapons that slid out from the sheets of metal. Ice blue eyes looked through the shielded helmet on her head, the ear piece yelling at her loudly. Tucker, I heard you the first dozen times, I'm doing the best I fucking can with what I have. If you don't get your ass moving I really will turn you into my chew toy. She growled out as she saw another fighter jet come her way. She really hoped they finished the newer mechs soon, she wasn't even sure if this one would survive the fight as she watched out of the corner of her screen her convoy of fellow Projects move across the savanna plain. No place for them to hide in case shelter was needed. Thus why Naomi had gone. She was one of the only ones who knew how to play decoy to the Feds while the real source of information they had always wanted went with the smaller convoy. The files they had managed to hijack from from one of the new facilities outside of what used to be the Congo were just the things they needed to keep themselves alive. Two months ago the Colonies had approached the Resistance with an offer. If they could get the information the Colonies wanted to break free from the Federation's control they would back the Resistance. She was starting to feel like she was in a New World Revolutionary war when a mech came up behind her and grabbed her own mech's shoulder. And pulled . Gritting her teeth she used her free arm to grab the other mech's cockpit. Warnings flashed across her screen as sparks started to fly. This was not gonna be one of her good days, her feline ear flicking back as Tucker continued to yell at her to pull out. Tucker was their Captain on this escapade. She was starting to think he had a thing for her or something. Stupid dog. He was one of the few canine experiments that had even survived the first round. Her hand tightened on the enemy cockpit until she finally saw what she had been looking for. Gotcha. She growled as she twisted, a man's scream coming from within the metal. A scream that to human ears could never be heard. But for her? It was like hearing the pin drop. Grabbing the fallen Mech's blaster from the ground, she tried to move the damaged shoulder only to curse under her breath. Everybody still okay? She growled out, running after the convoy as they neared their destination. The cloaking mechanism on the base had served them well, the newer technology, thanks to the Colonies database, was proving to come quite in handy as her damaged mech went to the Bay. Cheers could be heard on the lower levels. Of course Naomi would make it. Damn males. She walked over to the empty slot for the mech, fingers flipping the switches as the steam started to rise from the hydrolic lifts. Rising to stand, she stood on the terrace that had risen outside of her cockpit door. Freedom, god had it never felt so good as she finally pulled off her helmet. Ebony locks fell free, a hand reaching up to pull off the transmitter from her ear. A dark, rounded furred one with white spots on the backs. It was clear to see what sort of DNA she had gotten. Her white tiger-striped tail swished angrily behind her as the dock finally lowered to the floor. Any word yet on when the new mechs will be done? I heard we get partners. She was still a little miffed about that. However she had heard that each partner had built the Mech to their partners expectations. Essentially they'd be their mechanic and training partner in the coming weeks. Fun. More people. Exactly what Naomi wanted. Not. As if to signal a change in the tide the mech she had been chose at that point to collapse crashing to the floor. Growling softly, she fought the urge to not loose her temper, This day just keeps getting better and better .