Wedge Red 9
Ephemeris 2013.
Haizhou 12 is a garbage star. It is one of the twelve rings of the riverside star. It is a famous slum. In the impression of those suave and upper-class nobles in the capital of the Great Eagle Empire, it has always been synonymous with bustards who are dirty and filthy.
The metal tide storm formed here because of the temperature difference and air pressure is the bad weather known to three-year-old children in the chapter of "National Geographic of the Great Eagle Empire".
Imagine the overwhelming amount of e-junk and sand and gravel in the garbage star invading the earth driven by a powerful cyclone, destroying everything in front of you, just like the ancient earth Greek Caesar swept across the continent, what a devastating scene that creatures cannot approach.
It is true that no life can survive in such a terrible and violent environment, but human beings are always strange creatures, capable of creating tools to assist them in doing miracles that other life cannot do.
In the black curtain covered with a large area of surface swirling on Haizhou 12, twelve bright red lights flickered in it.
The source of these twelve red rays of light that shone and died in the storm was twelve bodies of steel. The highest crystallization of science and technology in today's human society - mobile armor!
Twelve mechs with broad shoulders and thin bodies burst through the storm. The red light emitted by the back-mounted engine behind them showed that it had been turned on to its maximum afterburner, but these mechs still looked small and weak in the face of a near-devastating natural catastrophe.
Twelve mechas, which were struggling to pass through the storm, suddenly sounded a warning, and the already swaying formation suddenly collapsed, and all the mechas quickly dispersed in panic in the storm. The source of such horror for these mechs that have crystallized the technology of human society is a dilapidated mine that has appeared not far from the hellish storm.
But this mine does not bring a place of respite that is as touching as a traveler in the storm who finds a deserted inn. Rather, it announces the arrival of the most terrible "metal burst" of the storm!
The mine is "moving".
This huge mine, which was originally out of nowhere, was now like a steel giant under the powerful power of the storm, dragging a huge bloated and hideous body, levitating and "moving" in the storm.
"Warning!" "Warning!" "Unknown Foreign Object Approach Warning!"
"Unit 1, dodge! Dodge! Beep... ..."
"Number 3! Number 3! "
"Danger, Airframe Collision Warning! Repetitive, Dangerous, Collision Warning! Beep ..."
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In the field of vision, the mines rising from the ground are like steel behemoths, swallowing countless metal objects.
Beams, lathes, steel frames, mottled and twisted office chairs, cranes, waste fuel canisters. Densely swirled in the huge storm, surging towards the twelve mechs! It's like twelve travelers on a long journey, welcoming a mudslide that is pouring from a flash flood.
It's such desperation.
...
Following. The mainstream media of the empire such as the National Television of the Great Eagle Empire, the Riverside Star District TV, and the Donghua News broadcast this news that caused the people to be shocked at the same time-
"... A spokesman for the military department said that dozens of Imperial 10th-generation mecha 'air cavalry' of the 333rd Wing of the Great Eagle Military were hit by a pressure storm during the routine exercise in Haizhou 12, the whereabouts of the mecha were unknown, and the casualties on board were unknown, and the Imperial military is launching an all-out search for this sudden incident...
One stone stirs up multiple waves. Some people who don't know what happened to those mechs at Haizhou 12 Junk Star held a march to protest against the Imperial government's military science and technology department for squandering taxes for nothing. There are also people who spontaneously pay tribute to these poor pilots who have estimated that life and death have been determined. In the foreign media outside the empire, there is no shortage of comments on this incident. But what attracts the most attention is not the words of the Great Eagle military. It's that 333 Wing.
As we all know, the so-called 333rd Wing of the military is actually the guard that belongs to the Norman family of the Grand Duke. The history of the Norman family dates back to the founding of the empire, and it is the four major families that have continued today, with three heads of state and five prime ministers.
No one doubted the Norman family's star-studded status among the nobles of the Empire, so it was this common accident of mecha crashes that became a national news, so high-profile that the well-meaning people in the empire were worried, the disputing people were schadenfreude, and the ill-intentioned people were watching from the other side.
In any case, this sudden incident has added a lot of things that can be paid attention to in addition to the soap opera incident after tea and dinner.
So this incident was called the "Haizhou 12 Incident" at the time!
After a month of aftermath of the incident, the enthusiasm of the Imperial society for the matter finally subsided. This was clearly in line with the wishes of the Imperial War and the Norman family, who did not want to be ridiculed and ridiculed in front of their own people and foreign media for such catastrophic news.
The incident gradually subsided over the course of a month, but it was no less than a daily fire for the military and the Norman family.
A month later, a piece of black box information extracted from the wreckage of the crashed mecha in that storm was placed on the desk of the Imperial Cabinet Headquarters, the incident investigation team.
In the office hall, there were several military officials who were over half a hundred years old. The few gold stars unified by their epaulettes, as well as the dense and dazzling medallion walls on their chests, all exude a heavy aura. But the most provocative purpose in the hall is not these old men of the military department with shocking aura, but a woman with a black mole on the corner of her mouth.
She was dressed in a black suit without a trace of wrinkles. Grace and elegance do not seem to be enough to describe her temperament exuding from the inside out. To describe it, a mysterious flower species called violet in the ancient earth era may be able to explain her mysterious nobility.
She is the contemporary Grand Duchess of the Norman Duke, surnamed Sue. It is estimated that there are no more than 100 people who have met this duchess in the entire Great Eagle Empire, and if you want to make a list of these nearly 100 people, you will probably see that the names of some of them often appear in the mainstream newspapers and magazines of the empire, and they are known to everyone. Of course, there are more than half of them, and the people don't even know their names, who they are, what their jobs are.
However, as the traditional forces disintegrate with the expansion of human beings into the universe, the state apparatus is relatively weakened, and they have risen and grasped social assets and power, every move and thought can affect the lives of thousands of people in all aspects all the time.
They were called - "nobles". But this is not aristocracy in the traditional sense. It is a general term for the small triangular level located above the pyramid in the whole human social hierarchy. It is a general term for those who hold power in modern human society.
The hall went dark, and the projector played a message from the wreckage in front of the curtain. The people were quiet. Because of the situation in the picture, it shocked everyone's eyes.
In the recorded footage, the mine is dragged on the surface like a steel giant beast in a raging storm, and the hideous "body" continues to release a dense metal frenzy, covering the formation of mechs.
It was a scene of death, a mech that was smashed through the cockpit by a beam that flew the length of a basketball court, cut in half at the waist, and became a mess along with the pilot.
The mecha passed through the metal rain, and the whole body was filled with iron brazing steel pestles, and ran forward a few steps, and then fell head-on with electric sparks, and was finally dragged into the wind. Be a splash that makes up the storm.
There are also mechs that fire their cannons at the metal rain, but are quickly dismembered by the metal frenzy that splits their heads and faces.
It's as if there is a Grim Reaper invisible, wrapped in a metal storm, harvesting the advanced mechs of these empires, and harvesting the lives of these pilots, whether young or weathered.
The most unbearable thing to witness is that a mecha is about to enter the pit given by God in front of it to take refuge in the face of the metal frenzy, but who knows that a crane swinging arm that flies with the storm from the side swept over, instantly knocking the mecha into the storm, as if being devoured by a giant beast.
Seeing this, almost everyone in the hall could not bear to witness it. Although human society has developed to the current level, under the harsh natural conditions, no one dares to truly say that "man will conquer heaven".
But those present still have to keep their eyes open. The recorder screen jumped again, touching everyone's hearts, and the mecha that everyone was waiting for appeared in the sight of the recorder.
It was a number 9 mech. Unlike other mechs in black, the number 9 on its livery is red.
It is different, and it is precisely because it is different that everyone in the room at this time wants to hold their hearts in their hands.
At this time, the mecha was staggering as far as possible against the ground with the afterburner of its back thruster on.
The massive air resistance and thrust of the thrusters are clearly superior to those of the other mechs, so that this mech can travel close to the ground to avoid the most catastrophic metal chaos in mid-air.
But this has obviously consumed all the strength of the mecha, just like a rich lady, carefully tucking the corners of her skirt, walking on the muddy road in the countryside, maybe this rich lady has exhausted her strength to maintain this decent and bad state, frowning, so as not to make herself dirty.
The people in the hall looked at the projection, obviously not having time to admire this ballet on the tip of the knife, and the Duchess's face, which had been tense and solemn, was expressionless, and at this moment, at last, she was moved to disintegrate, and the fingers of her fist sank deep into the flesh of her palm.
The old monsters present had slightly sweaty palms, and their snorts were even heavy.
I don't know who broke the silence with an exclamation. On the recorder screen, the mecha's doom finally arrived, and the main body of the mine dragged towards the red 9 mecha. It's like a dinosaur about to step on a toe-high person!
People don't dare to come out.
The screen shook violently, and the mecha pilot carrying the recorder was obviously extremely skilled, and at this time he desperately threw himself towards the mech, as if trying to save it. But it was also the mud bodhisattva who could not protect himself when he crossed the river, at the moment when the red 9 mecha was about to be crushed by the main body of the mine.
A dark shadow. Then without warning, it burst out of the storm's insight.
No one could see clearly who the black shadow's surname was and what it was, the black shadow was like a bandit robbing the flower girl, and he carried the red 9 mecha on his shoulder, and burst the thruster behind it with his backhand, and then suddenly jumped forward, and rushed towards the main body of the mine that was dragging away.
"Look for death!"
"Maniac!"
It was the exclamation of someone in the room gasping for breath.
Under the violent shaking of the recorder, the black shadow that looked like it had "hijacked" the Red 9 mecha was faintly visible.
Everyone present swore that they had never seen such an "ugly" mecha!
The main body is an irregular round ball, like a remodeled from an old one-man landing capsule, which is full of potholes and patches, the arms of the mecha are even more miserable, the exoskeleton hydraulic transmission structure, and even the crankshaft are clearly exposed, including the two legs and feet are like a patchwork.
In comparison, the Imperial Red 9 mecha that he was captive on his waist was like facing a nobleman with a delicate dress and perfect figure, and the tattered mecha could no longer be said to be a shirtless hillbilly, but could only be regarded as disabled!
But the next picture made everyone jaw-dropping.
It was this scum who desecrated the fluid aesthetics of the mecha in their eyes, and rushed into the suspended mine ruins with the red 9 mecha, sometimes crawling like a spider with bent legs and joints, avoiding the steel flying drills, shuttling through the remaining steel house frames in the mine ruins, avoiding the attack of the metal waterfall.
Sometimes jumping left and right, big feet stride and run, jumping, hibernating, protruding, running.
Even the Red 9 mecha in its arms is like this disabled person dancing with a wonderful woman in his arms in the rainstorm.
Waltz in the storm.
Dancing in the storm, and carrying another mech, how can you not get your feet wet. Therefore, this mecha is often sparked in storms. was even hit in the chest by the wreckage of a giant bus at high speed, and was instantly knocked to the ground, with a large area of the front chest dented. At one time, it was thought that one of the pilots had died in Huangquan.
Who knew that it swayed a little, and then continued to stand up and flee with the Red 9 mecha. Only then did everyone react, this ugly mecha not only looked crooked and cracked. Its cockpit is crooked!
Next, people gradually discovered that this mecha was not a lost mecha. It's not that it's more advanced than the fourth-generation mecha of the Empire it's holding hostage, but thanks to this mech's knowledge of the terrain! When it is time to lie down, there is no ambiguity at all, and when it encounters cover, the mecha can always find the most appropriate time to see the seam. Its familiarity with the terrain and its grasp of timing can be said to be the reason why this mech can survive the storm for so long with another mech.
And whenever it can't avoid the turbulence of metal, this mech can always avoid the most fatal damage to him at the most critical moment.
Until the logger is interrupted. The final picture is that the mecha carrying the recorder was also hit hard and fell to the ground suddenly, and then the tattered and ugly mecha carried the red 9 all the way through, although it had broken arms and legs, but it still ran fast! Ride away.
The lights are back on.
There was no sound in the room for a long time.
The Duchess took a deep breath, suppressed the feeling that she couldn't calm down from just now, looked around at the people present, and said, "What do you think? "
"Shit luck... That's great! "
An old man with a magnificent medal wall on his chest was silent before speaking, "I have no intention of judging this person's mecha level, because some of these skills are even too jerky in my opinion. There are some mistakes that may not even be possible for a newcomer to the academy to make. However, I have to say that compared to this one... An impressive mecha that can do so can be said to be rare, see its ugly structure... Forgive me for using the word 'structure' instead of 'design', which is completely inconsistent with fluid mechanics, yet he is able to navigate storms, in addition to his mastery of terrain... One more thing that stands out is how much God has favored him! "
"If it weren't for the dispensable assembly of this ugly and stupid guy and the cockpit of the crooked melon and cracked dates, this mecha would have been scrapped a long time ago, and the people inside would have returned to heaven long ago," the speaker then said in a calm voice, but with a bit of mockery, "This is pure farce, and I am against spending manpower and material resources to investigate the origin and whereabouts of this person!" Although we need to thank and repay the person who rescued the Red 9 Mecha, this also needs to be voluntary, if the other party just disappears out of thin air, it means that he has given up the bounty! "
The venue was in an uproar. It's not so much that people are shocked by the video, but more that they lament that the mecha is like a muddy toad, desperately struggling to survive.
And the pilot of the tattered mecha didn't know what it meant to arouse the interest of the big people in the room, even if it was such a joke.
For the officials of the empire who were desperately trying to climb up, it was an opportunity for some kind of twist of fate. For a consortium businessman, it may mean an inexhaustible supply of power and wealth. And for an ordinary person who pilots a tattered mecha, it may represent an opportunity that has not been encountered by three generations of ancestors, or a life that cannot be restored to peace.
Of course, all this was short-lived because of the lack of information about the pilot.
"Whether there is anything surprising about this person or not, from the recorder, the only thing that will not change, that is, in the process of avoiding this storm, he showed a degree of familiarity with the local terrain of Haizhou 12, and used the terrain to avoid the tide peaks repeatedly, which is definitely not something that a newcomer pilot can do. So, he should be a native of that garbage star. "But in the past month, we haven't been able to find the broken mech, let alone any information about the pilots inside. "
The Duchess nodded and got up. The security advisor immediately followed. When the dust settled, all she wanted was results.
Coming to the door, she bowed lightly to the people in the room, "The follow-up investigation, and what happened during this time, will be hard for you." "
The crowd stood and watched the Grand Duchess leave. Then the crowd dispersed.
Only a middle-aged man with a cool face and a general's uniform was still sitting in the same place, and the crystal screen still had the final picture of the record.
There were still a few people in the room who didn't leave, and they didn't leave because they saw the middle-aged man still sitting and thinking. The "Gold Leaf Violet" Imperial Battle Hero Medal on his front is daunting, and there are only 5 people in the empire who have this honor now. So his silence naturally has an unusual power.
The middle-aged man's five fingers were pressed together, and his expression and face were hidden deep under his high and bulging nose, and after a while, his voice was heard in the already empty room.
"It's not a coincidence."
Those who remained looked at each other.
Because they understand that if everything recorded on the crystal screen is not a coincidence, what does that mean? What a striking conclusion.
"Find him!"
This sentence of the Imperial Battle Hero Tian Yinshii will never be written into the official normal meeting minutes.
However, shortly after the command of this sentence was given.
In the bright expanse of the galaxy, a special team composed of sophisticated personnel and the Empire's advanced Harrier space reconnaissance aircraft dragged a beautiful fire tail towards the gray garbage star in the universe...
Run!
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Star of the capital of the Great Eagle Empire.
Ducal Palace.
This modern, retro-style building faces a meticulously manicured lawn and an imperial blue sky.
In front of a floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor, a girl stood.
The girl was wearing a simple and slim V-neck velvet home clothes, and her exposed skin was deceiving the frost and snow, and she was the female anchor of the TV station who was recently named the god of otaku and goddesses in the empire, and she would be jealous when she saw her regardless of her figure or appearance.
Her beauty is natural and free of impurities.
There was a knock behind him.
The door opened and came in was the butler in a suit and leather shoes in the Duke's Palace.
Seeing the girl standing next to the large floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes were deep, the housekeeper sighed from the bottom of his heart. No matter how optimistic and cheerful a child is, he must have witnessed that hellish and terrible scene, and he is afraid that he will be depressed for a while...
"Miss Nolan. Your Red 9 mecha has already been repaired by Nunn, and they say that depending on the severity of the damage, it will take three months at the latest to fully repair it. This mecha has saved your life, and even if it can't be used in the future, it can be stored in the Fuchu warehouse as a permanent collection and souvenir..."
"... I understand. The girl nodded slightly, her voice like a firefly flowing in still water.
The butler stopped talking, but finally said, "... Although I don't know whether to say it or not, I should still say, Miss, everyone will go through some terrible things Please, but those terrible things should eventually be transformed into the motivation for growth, not the shadows, I hope you will soon come out of these shadows, this is just a necessary stage. "
The girl looked out of the sunny window, her beautiful face looming in the reflection of the glass, "... They were all dead. "
"..."
"We're the same mech. But it's not the same. How many generations of mecha is my Red 9, thirteen, or fourteen? If I had been riding in a mech of the same performance as them, maybe I would have died now. "
Steward Zhang found that he couldn't face the girl's clear eyes, and bowed his head and said, "This is different, we must give priority to ensuring your safety, Miss." At all times. "
"Because of who I am."
"Because of my status, everything I was born with, and the protection and resources I received were more vast than others. So in the same situation, they all died, and I was still alive. So I must be nobler than their lives? "
Steward Zhang shook his head, "The death of those pilots does not mean that the lives of the young lady are more noble than them, we did not abandon them, and it is not your fault." It was the catastrophe that caused such consequences. They died because of the disaster, and the reason why Miss didn't die was because someone saved your life at that time. Otherwise, regardless of whether the lady is piloting a more advanced mecha or not, in that case, the crash rate is also quite high. So, please don't think nonsense, in your family, and even in our eyes, Miss's life is indeed more precious than anyone else. "
"... In the past month's investigation, no trace of the mech and the pilot has been found. So when someone from the intelligence department came today, they knew that Miss didn't want to see them, so they asked me to ask if Miss remembered more clues, such as the gender, age, and even appearance of the pilot at that time, or any other characteristics... Otherwise, those people in the Investigation Department will really miss this line. "
Steward Zhang clearly saw that when he finished speaking, the color in the girl's eyes was much brighter.
"What do you mean when you say you found no trace?"
"It's him and his mech, in that garbage star, as if they never appeared, just disappeared out of thin air."
"For the past month, we have no clue other than to find some clues from that night."
The woman fell silent suddenly.
Steward Zhang seemed to sense her slight disappointment, nodded slightly, and led the door away.
The door closes.
She looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the starry sky of the capital and the lawn of the Duke's Palace, the reflection of the glass windows reflecting her eyes, as if shining through the storm.
Under the starry night, the ugly mech, half-torn and sparkling, stood in front of her equally badly damaged mech. But it was such an ugly, broken, and tattered mecha that had just dragged her through the storm and survived the impossible.
But then she was deeply vigilant, she understood her identity, and she also understood that this mecha that was obviously not from the Empire's orthodox origin, such agility, those tattered appearances were probably precisely because they wanted to hide people's eyes and ears, and what was the purpose of snatching her from the storm like this.
She didn't believe that there would be one of these mechs in the vicinity at this time. So this could be a subtle operation against their Norman family with ulterior motives.
So in the cockpit, she gritted her teeth, Miaoman's curved figure was close to the incomparably ironed seat, and her hands were crossed to protect the tights outlining Feng Ting's arrogant chest, just when she was desperately on guard and planned that if the cockpit was picked up by this obscene mecha, the other party would be upset when she saw it, and she would bite her tongue and kill herself without being defiled by the gangsters and threatening the family.
The tattered mecha moved again, and it didn't use any excuse to hold hostage and make inhuman moves. Instead, as it came, it turned and walked into the boundless darkness of the night.
The silhouette of the mecha's departure in the night was reflected in her dark brown pupils, like a sculpture.
During this month, she often lost her mind and couldn't sleep.