Episode 6- Different path we walk

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Middle Eastern Federation

On the sandy plains of the scorching desert, seven fourth-generation Knightmare Frame tanks known as Bamides drove across the sand to confront the Britannian Forces that were dead set in conquering their homeland.

"Open fire!" The Secretary General yelled. "Now?" A soldier said in worry as the General shouted fury "NOW!"

The front Bamides shot its cannon and obliterated one of the Britannian tanks, causing them to respond with fire as well. Both sides continued firing which caused an array of smoke. Soon, rushing out of the smoke were advanced caped Britannian Knightmares.

"Gloucesters?!" "They're supposed to be in Serupham!"

The Gloucesters zoomed in beneath the Amides. "Ha! Shoddy, oversized, imitation Knightmares!" Andreas Darlton yelled. The man was of strong build, with dark blonde hair and notably a scar across his face.

"They would've been wise if they had surrendered from the start!" Gilbert G.P. Guildford agreed. The man was younger with long black hair in a ponytail, and a pair of glasses over his blue eyes.

The Gloucesters went in and struck at the legs of the Amides.

"Dah!" The Federation Secretary General cried out, as he and his men were shaken inside.

BOOM!

The Secretary General and his staff looked behind to see their base... having exploded into a fiery inferno.

Standing in front of the blazing inferno was another Gloucester, that stood out from the others. The Gloucester was a vibrant pink with wing-like horns on both sides of its head. The Knightmare Frame had a cape hung over its shoulders, while holding a long, sharp golden battle lance.

The staff looked in shock, and they instantly knew which Knightmare it was...And who it belonged to.

"Cornelia?!" The Secretary General cried out in horror. "A single unit, did this?!" That was the last thing he would say when the Bamides soon exploded, taking everyone inside with it.

Another victory. Area 18 has been established." This was the declaration of the commanding Gloucester that destroyed the base; a young woman with long violet hair and indigo eyes. This was of course

Princess Cornelia li Britannia assured. The woman bore vibrant fuchsia violet hair that was curled in wavy hair that fell over shoulders. Her eyes almost match, being a dark purple pair on her heart-shaped face. Though nearing her late twenties, the woman was beautiful as she was deadly, as she had just demonstrated recently.

"My Lady, about our next course of action." The middle-aged commander, Andreas Darlton, contacted her from his Knightmare.

"Sorry to make you clean up after my foolish younger brother." Cornelia said.

"Please don't apologise my lady, we live to serve and our place is with you." Darlton assured her, causing her to smirk.

"Do you think Area 11 needs our usual treatment?" Cornelia asked. "Yes my lady." Darlton answered back.

"If I may speak freely, your highness." The younger soldier, Gilbert G. Guilford, began. "I'm actually somewhat excited. These Autobot-beings could provide a bit of a challenge."

"I admire the eagerness of Guilford, let's just hope the battle isn't too one-sided." Cornelia said as a scowl appeared on her face

"That won't stop us from worrying about your well-being my lady," Guilford said. "We are sworn to protect you."

"You worry too much, Guilford, my man," Darlton grinned at the other man. "If so, we wouldn't have scored another victory!"

"That's right," Cornelia smiled at that. "As of this day—Area 18 has been established! All Hail Britannia!"

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