Warblade

Road to death

"War is a useless endeavor for the universe, but yet it is waged. Death is sadness and pain, but yet it is dealt. These are the questions a ponderer asks, not a warrior. A warrior's path is not one of deep thought and other things, it is a path of glory and obedience. They fight to secure a common goal, they fight to save their kin, they fight because war and death are inevitable. A child looks at war as an adventure, but only the insane think such things once they've experienced a battle. "

This story accounts the tale of the Legion of Tempered Steel and their Warblade in their endeavors on the field of blood and glory.

Prologue, Righteous Fury

The shells fell, the earth shook, and we run to our deaths. This was the repeating cycle for the campaign on Celestia. It was the cycle for the average soldier, but not for the warblade. The warblade's cycle was: the shells fall, the earth shakes, and I press forward to glory.

Inside the pilot seat of Righteous Fury, Revius Gladio waited for the cycle to begin. He and his Fury stood ready along along side his brothers. Their armor gleaming with the light of ambient fires that burned on the battlefield that lay ahead.

With a thunderous shock the first cannon shot fired, starting the cycles for the soldiers and warblades alike. Revius pushed off his left foot and began the charge, inside his Righteous Fury Revius could feel the hydraulics pumping, he could hear the steam hissing, The ground cracked beneath his feet, and the little soldiers gave him a wide berth. he felt like a force of nature when he was inside his warblade. He was a thirty foot tall, heavily armored machine of war. His golden hull shimmered and his helmet's eyes burned with bloodlust. Righteous Fury was longing to fight, but Revius was fearful. Righteous Fury was a machine, but Revius was but a man who wanted to survive. Now they were one in the same. A man and a instrument of destruction.

His allies saw their friend inside the machine, but his foes saw the instrument of their doom.

Revius stormed across the burning and twisted battlefield like hurricane. His visor gave him a warning, the enemy is one hundred meters ahead.

Revius slowed his charge and let his brothers gain a bit of ground. For the enemy was a shared goal.

"Weapons at the ready!" Revius commanded as he primed his Rapier class machine gun, and greatsword class battle cannon. His brothers followed in suit. The very air carried a hint of malice for what was to come.

"When the shell strikes, we attack..." Revius instructed. Then his visor went dark signifying there was no more need for leadership, there was only one thing left to do... Kill.

With a mighty and ear bursting boom the shell landed. And with it the legion advanced. The enemy began to pop out of their entrenched positions and pelted the warblade with a small puny bullets that only put little scratches in the war machine's paint. Revius turned his machine gun towards the the annoyance and slaughtered them in a few short bursts of fiery retribution. The enemy soldiers who were smart enough to keep down weren't safe from Revius either. His advance either flushed out or crushed the hiding soldiers into a red stain. However these poor souls were only the lookouts. The enemies further inside enemy territory were a much bigger threat.

After a short period uninterrupted target practice Revius sustained a rather jarring blow that knocked him slightly off balance. The culprit was a tank that had rolled out of a nearby bunker. Revius locked onto the tank with his cannon and fired a skull rattling shot into the tanks chassis. The tank sputtered and began to smoke heavily as Revius drew his officers sword and moved in for the kill.

With his armored foot he smashed the tank's turret in and with his sword he gutted the machine like a predator would its prey. The crew inside the tank scrambled to escape but were shredded by Revius's blade before they made it out. After dealing with the tank he continued on his path towards his objective, even if it was unclear what it was.