Mech 09

By The Angel of Hope

Azerits sat in the dimly room working steadily. The small light dangled over his head aiding his work. The room smelled of liquor, and the smell only became stronger as he began to drink his 4th bottle of rum. He looked down intensely at his left arm. A deep gash stemmed from the wrist to his elbow. Cybernetic enhancements now bonded to his flesh; the sensations left it somewhat numb. It had been a year now since he had the operation done. The arm felt far less human than even the man who possessed it did.

The desk burned with the crimson fluid seeping from his open arm. It gathered in a puddle sinking into the fading wood finish. Azertis twisted his arm parting the red sea of his reflection. It grew harder to keep his arm steady; the needle nearly slipped from his tense fingers. He still had had to sew the arm shut, otherwise he would be useless. It was partly from the painkillers and partly from his excessive drinking that he felt no pain. The room door creaked open just as he finished the arm.

"Are you ok in here?"

He quickly rose from his seat in an attempt to close the door. Unfortunately he forgot his arm was still strapped to the desk. His body snaped back feeling the resistance of the desk. Azertis laid on the floor half in pain, half anger. The sudden pressure on the arm tore the cut open once again and now the blood ran down his arm onto his neck.

"Dammit mom; knock next time,”Azertis yelled.

The woman grimly entered the dimly lit room. She shook her head in despair at the sight on the floor. Her son lay a bloody drunken mess. She grumbled idiot as she left the room.

He freed his arm from the desk and began to stitch the fresh wound. In the midst of his confusion, Azertis knocked over a bottle of rum. It flowed freely into the partially open wound. In his current mind state, Azertis felt the alcohol burn his expose flesh. At the same time the cause of the pain escaped him…

He awoke the next day the same way he had for the last 34 years.

His mother stood over him very blasting him as to how he was a mistake. She viewed Azertis as punishment from god for her, because of her bullying during school days. If her anger persisted, she would coax him to leave the house. It was usually for an act such as playing in the highway or such. She started to walk out the room as he reached for a box of tissues to throw. Still drunk from the previous night; he grabbed his clock and threw it at the back of her head. She let out a shriek as her 66 year old body hit the floor with a sickening thud.

"Damn not again," Azertis grumbled.

He grabbed his stuff and headed out the door, stepping over his mother's fallen body without another thoughtOnce he got outside the transport car to the base was already waiting for him. It has been four years now that the so called War of Need has been going on. The idea of whether or not life existed beyond earthwas answered. Now was the question of how long till earth could take control. He looked at the driver of the car. The man, Kirk, stood 5'5 with blonde hair and blue eyes.A true American boy whose skills at handling his mech was not to be questioned. He was more than this to Azertis, he was his friend, and it made what he would have to do latter today even sat in the back of the car and looked at Kirk as he sat down.

"No matter what i did would u always be my friend?"

"Yes, man. Why do you ask,"Kirk questioned.

Azertislooked up at the house to see his mom coming outside. She yelled furiously and was carrying an object in her hand. He felt his holster to find that his gun wasn’t there. The car sped off leaving his mother firing awayat the car. They arrived at the base fifteen minuteslater. The drive was short, butquiet. Azerits prepared him self to once again enter the battle field. Kirk had to do that and so much more. Kirk watched as the solders marched about the base. The atmosphere was muchlike an ant farm. Countless bodies moved with little conversation. The mech pilots were the only exceptions. They were dressed in their red and black skin tight bio sync suits.

At their sides the mech pilots standard TW-59 hand gun. On the top ofeach ones left hand was tattooed their code name. This was not a requirement of the Army, but had become a tradition over the years. The way if you were captured by the enemy you had no real form of ID on you. Just the talk with the name you fought under, killed under, and would die under. There was just something about the mech pilots. They all seemed to walk taller andbraver, with a look of willingness to die on them.

"They're here," Azertis announced

Kirk looked over to see what Azerits was talking about. They descended from the sky by a transport ship which housed the mechs. The standard issue ones stood two stories tall. They were mainly white with areas colored in black. An option shield was offered on all mechs; it improved defense but lowered mobility. They came with a range adjustable rifle. The one thing that made some truly different from others were the spheres. These were glowing balls of light were connected to the bio synthetic suits.

These glowing balls tapped into your mind, becoming the weapon you were most deadly with. It was truly amazing watching thesphere transform intothe favored weapon. It displayed such carnage in whatever form the user chose. However there were drawbacks. Only a number of pilots could handle the glowing sphere'sentrance intotheir mind. These people belonged to the group known as the Shadow Assignationsquad.