Armored Core VI: Fires of Rubicon

Prologue

The atmosphere of the place, no matter how many times he'd visited, never failed to make Walter uneasy. Like a cold, metal coffin, the identical corridors and dim lights. And then the room itself, where the man did his grisly work.

"You again." said the man by him, "You know, I'm not exactly craving company here."

...

The sky had a bit of a dull gray. The sun could barely even crack open the clouds. The gray and white-colored ground shook as a tan and gray RaD scout AC came right by. Followed by two others.

"Hounds now entering combat zone." said a voice from the com.

It was Walter's top mercenaries: C4-617, C4-620, and C4-619. They all rode RaD scout ACs. Crappy material, but they've been in worse kinds.

617 was on the far left as it wielded a Gatling Gun, a Pulse Blade and Pulse Shield along with a Spread Bazooka.

He was practically the oldest of them all, and pretty much the most experienced, easily making him the leader, the head of this outfit. He was majorly strict, but fair in quite a few ways. He'd always make sure that his teammates could keep going. Push a hound too hard, one could get it to bite it.

He dealt with weaponry that could prepare him for most situations. The pulse blade would help him with close combat, the shield would help reduce incoming damage.

620 sped on the opposite side with its two large-caliber handguns along with an assault rifle by and an laser rifle.

He was 617's long-time partner, a "war buddy," having been on the team the second longest. He would usually use himself as a mere decoy, not caring about his own life, but rather others', such as the other teammates. He's been known to always be looking out for trouble.

He used an OS tuning system to give his AC the "Weapon Bay" tune: The skill to switch shoulder weapons with additional weapons mainly used for arms.

619 rode in the very middle with its assault rifle, a grenade launcher and two vertical missile launchers by Furlong Dynamics.

He was found a long while ago after the other two. He preferred tactics that involved inflicting major damage on other enemies. He wasn't a fan of close combat. He's sometimes a bit easily intimidated, but that doesn't stop him from helping his friends.

Soon then came in 621, riding in its own AC.

It rode in with an RF-024 TURNER Assault Rifle in its right hand, an HI-32: BU-TT/A Pulse Blade in its left, and a BML-G1/P20MLT-04 Vertical Missile Launcher on its right shoulder.

It was practically the newest of them all. However, despite not being known to have the most experience, it most certainly had potential and skill. It was considered the "prodigy" of the entire team: Always taking on the most dangerous of enemies, and somehow coming back from the battlefield, alive and well.

Ultimately, they were all teammates. Always came back from every mission they were sent on. They hardly ever understood just what exactly was the deal of all these missions from their handler, but they hardly ever found time to question him.

They considered each other friends. Of course they were rough with one another, but that didn't stop their ultimate caring and friendship.

"Initiating phase 2." said the voice again.

The four mercenaries all jumped off of a hill. 617 luckily engaged his side thrusters just in time, for a giant beam of energy had almost scorned it.