MEKA BORN: UNKNOWN

010

Kade was in a dark hallway. Old metal, constant clanking in a steady mechanized rhythm. A heat from molten steel cooked each surface. Sweat formed on his brow, and quickly over his body.

The clanking was coming from down the dark hot hallway. Kade slowly walked down it, the clanking grew louder. Steam hissed, molten bubbles plopped, and a voice spoke out sending chills down Kade's spine.

"A Goliath dead, killed in a single move by one pilot," the voice was deep, metallic, and sounded unhuman. Just a series of grunts, and guttural sounds, almost like it was speaking in a continuous burp in an unspoken language. But somehow Kade could understand it. "Mark the black pilot, I want to see him in pieces!"

Kade came to the end of the hall, a large open production room opened up before him. Rows and rows of production lines kept marching on. Molten lava, poured onto a mold. Steam hissed from the molds, and quickly pulled away, leaving behind a robotic head. Each production line made a different body part. And at the end of each line, connected a horizontal line, where it brough all the pieces together to for a Grunt.

Kade gasped, but held his mouth shut. He noticed not one set of production lines, but hundreds. Rows and rows of endless lines, stretching as far as he could see in the hazy black smog of the burning metal.

A giant red light beamed over Kade like a spotlight, so bright he couldn't see anything past the burning red. Buzzing from the light over head, Kade shielded his eyes. Then the guttural voice spoke again. "How did you get here?"

Kade bolted upright, panting hard, and covered in a cold sweat. Erratic beeping was going crazy, as he looked around franticly. He was in a white bed, white sheets tucked over his waist, and he had on a long white sleeve shirt. Quickly his head became light, and heavy as lead at the same time. He slumped back into the bed.

"Hey, calm down," a soft voice said. "It's ok, you're safe."

Kade looked over, to a girl in pink, a boy in white, and a boy in green. It was his team, they were still in their pilot suits. There faces covered in dried sweat, and grim from dirt and oil. Buster, a heavy set boy with Green-Hair, had a large bandage wrapped around his head, a large red stain directly on his left eyebrow.

"W-what happened?" Kade asked to no one in particular.

"You saved us..." The Pink-Hair girl said, the girl that sat next to him on the shuttle. He was having trouble remembering her name, or if he even got her name in the first place. "I'm Rise, like Re-say. Like that, it's weird I know. But I liked it, so that's what I went with." She was thin, had fair skin, and a pink bob to her shoulders. A soft smile, and soft pink eyes.

"I'm Boomer," the Green-Hair kid said with a smile. He was heavy, short and happy. His hair was green, and his eyes hidden from chubby cheeks in a smile where green too.

"We've met before," The White-Hair kid said. Kade's mind started to clear from the haziness of his dream.

"You were that kid on orientation?" Kade said.

The White-Hair boy nodded with a smile, "Yep, though I didn't say my name then. I'm Frost." He was pale, and hat snow white hair, with black framed glasses snug on his face, protecting his white colored eyes.

"Where am I?" Kade asked.

"Hospital wing at the RMRC," Frost said. "You saved us with your Overcharge. The single coolest thing I've ever seen. Hell! I didn't even see it! No one did. One second you were laying on the ground, then the next you were flying and smashed into the skyscraper that Sakura was on for a bit. Luckily, she was off of it when you hit it, cause that whole thing came crumbling down."