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Five millennials has passed after a war between those who lived on the Earth and the ones above who came from above the stars. Battling for lust and achievements over these fields that are soaked in blood. Mankind lost its war once to these monsters so called macros from the other worlds. Youth who once piloted machines called mobile gears, those were the last that were sent to these forbidden wastelands, underground for cytogenetic sleep for hopefully in the future another war shall rise above on the surface.

The planet was slightly colonized with the feral macro beasts of the past still in uniform or probably all furred. Tribe macros who forgot the past but those underneath did not,

It is the year 1705 of the Victorian Century, The Moon's Sunflower Sentry Association, The STHA (SSS-TYPE HUNTING AGENCY) have set out to suppress the anti moon activity of the Solian Bearers Group. **The blue sphere planet called ''Old Earth'' became its next target. The STHA, using MKA's or rather known as ''Macro Knight Armory'', begins to plan an battle on Earth's Middle East Regions. **

_ Before the STHA's overwhelming military force would come, the Solian Bearers Group couldn't do nothing. Though it appeared that the STHA's preparation for a battle soon begins, while giving its ** __ **old faces a chance to fight before the battle of Earth commences. _

''Mobile Gear, detaching from bay!''

The pilot inside this machine, an white mobile gear with the face of a fox, and the body of a mechanical humanoid would ascend from underneath to the surface above to meet their foe, a macro knight awaits for his presence, and to battle one last fight.

''Well well.. I've been waiting for a long time, Sho. I came for you, only you. So I can crush you with this hand of mine while you're in that machine. This time, you will die..''

The Macro knight says as he slides his sliver helmet over his face, one that has the eyes of the red rose, and the snout of a wolf. Hair that sways gently by the wind's breeze in this grassy green meadow, a grey beast who carries a sword in his left. This will be the pilot's opponent, his last opponent he will need to face.

Mobile Gear Com Main system: Activating Combat Mode.

The blue machine glides against the grass, racing across the meadows with unregistered speeds, and creating soundwaves as the mobile machine would go faster and faster towards the enemy. The mobile gear twisted out its buster rifle as it began to auto target any of the moving macro knights nearby in the area for their commander, settling on the wolf's armour as it just stood there menacingly in the distance.

''Sho, you tried to kill me but not just once.''

The wolf giggled towards the incoming pilot's machine, swinging his shield, and blocking the mobile gear's gunfire.

''Tell me something, why do you keep coming back?''

The pilot says coldly in response, firing his gun again at the wolf's shield until the bullets would pierce through that damned armoured shield. The gear's rifle began aiming back at the other grunt knights, plunging a bullet from the muzzle as it burns out from the rifle, and firing down towards one of the grunts before it came to impact, it split into five bladed missiles both tearing through the macro's body with ease and then detonating the grunt's armour with it's soldier tried to unshackle himself inside. The rifle's muzzle seemed to burn and melted off, thinking it was good for five shots but that was only made for three powerful shots.

Switching out to the beam blade, before settling the mobile gear down to the ground before the grunt's armour and with its burnt corpse inside crisping into ash. The machine seemed to stand nearly as tall as the wolf, raising a shield out and preparing for close combat.

''Nicely done, you killed one of my guards. Do you think it'll be that easy, Violet~''

The wolf said as he raised his hand out and squeezed his hand as he pulled it back to his chest.

''Guards, kill this pilot!''

He laughs, as the many grunts surround the Blue Mobile Gear with armed weapons in hand, and dashing right towards the pilot all at once. The macros rushed with their swords in hand, no shield as they moved down towards the pilot, and they might have underestimated this human.

''Funnels, strike them all.''

The pilot says without moving his lips as large v shaped fin funnels appear around the mobile gear, aiming at the incoming grunts, and fires an array of plasma beams while twirling around the white machine like a hoop. Slicing his enemies with no effort at all, before the funnels returned back to the mobile gear, and the machine started to glide towards the wolf.

''Now then, it's just you and me, Sho.''

The blue mobile gear moves forward towards the grey beast, both of their eyes matching at each other's before as they launch themselves against each other's sword. The sparks of their blades lighten up the battlefield, the screeching noises of their swords scratched against another, until one of their sharpened weapons would shatter into many pieces.

''I know how this goes, this is where that grit of yours kicks in..''

The wolf smiled as his helmet shatters on one half, watching his sword crackle a little before the mobile gear's blade is sliced through, and soon the head of that machine the pilot is in loses the head of a fox. The wolf tosses his grip of his sword, driving his claws into the chest of the mobile machine's cockpit, and tearing it open to see that little pilot sitting in that cute hamster ball space.

''I've always envied you.. Sven..''

The pilot smirks above to see the face of his enemy, firing the vulcan guns one last time to fight as the bullets pierced into the wolf's shoulders and their hand, leaving it to be soaked in blood. Before the macro wolf grabbed the pilot's body, tearing him out of his seat, and crushing the pilot's left leg to leave the pilot in absolute pain. Before devouring the little one whole, he gave the pilot a look at these green meadows until the sun would set, and his cries in pain would ring the ears of the wolf nicely like a little song. Playing with his prey, giving the pilot some licks, and washing his uniform with his hot pink tongue. He placed the pilot onto his tongue, shoving Sho against the taste buds, and then shutting his chompers tight to seal the light away.

Sven's head raised up abit, gulping the pilot slowly as he began to set his finger against his neck as he felt the pilot's body slide down slowly to the wolf's stomach. Hearing his screams of pain, feeling the light squirms down in his upper chest before his voice is heard only for a few moments.

''The knight, who had it all.. I will not accept this….''

The pilot says as his voice echoed inside the throat, outside of the macro's wolf lips, and his ears perked up listening to the last of the pilot's echoes before he's submerged inside the wet warm cavern prison for all of his days until he dies. Sven, the pilot's enemy, scores a win again over another machine's pilot. Licking his lips, having the after taste of the pilot's body on his tongue, and purring to his flavors.

''You gave me a good little fight and a nice snack for the aftermath, thank you pilot~''

Sven says as he lays back on the meadows, placing his beaten up helmet to the side, and awaiting for new orders to come.

_ It seems as the old types had their fun with their duels, but the STHA's battle begins now, and yet they not managed to snuff the remaining life out of the Solian Bearer's Group as if Sven's battle just to set things off the battle on Earth. _ The majority of it's members escaped the middle eastern regions from detection and successfully moved to another region without notice of the SSS-Type Hunting Agency...

TO BE CONTINUED...