Crafting (UnitArmy tie-in)

This was written with a slightly different version of UnitArmy: Day of Black Sun, so the continuity may slightly be out of wack.

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Seven years since Katherine Shrite had retired.

Seven years since evil vanished, hid itself.

Seven years since a man made of shadow had changed the face of the planet.

Now another would change it.

This time he fought for them. He wore a Mech suit.

He had developed a new one, his own one.

As Kat had before him, he renewed its strengths… Made it stronger.

He was a new breed of Mech Agent, and because of that had a few problems.

His name was Burbank Sankara, yet as with Kat he earnt himself a name: The Crafter.

“So.…” Veronique began, he sighed and pulled his boots on, “How many?”

She shrugged, “Our chopper saw six before it was downed… So an entire hive probably.”

He shook his head and pulled on the gloves, “So at least thirty… Weapon permission?”

Veronique frowned, “Pending… The board is being difficult because of the proximity to the town.”

Burbank grunted and picked up his mask, the brown leather with two horns looking sinister, he put it on his head and felt all the systems start up.

He stood up, feeling the familiar jolt of strength flow through him; he smiled and spoke quietly, “Cassidy? Or is it Nathan’s ploy this time?”

Veronique shrugged, “We need you to find that out.”

He scratched his chin, “I’m going in alone?”

She nodded, “Yeah… The board was adamant that only one Mech Agent turn up… So your it.”

He grinned, reached out and shouldered the rifle, “See you later.”

Turned, moved… Flying out across the path to the centre of the dome, leaping flying upward and landing on the elevator.

Hit the button and left.

He sat crouched in a tree about twenty meters off the ground, looking around frowning; the giant lizards were one of Cassidy’s greatest achievements… A dragon, re-engineered from a standard blue tongue lizard. Clever.

However they were one of the largest problems that the Mech Agents faced, it took four standard agents to take down one.

Kat had only ever faced ten at one time, and currently Burbank had counted thirty-eight different lizards walking passed his hide out.

He was waiting for the permission to use the fire arm, because there was no way in hell he could take all these out on his own without the gun.

Then his watch beeped.

The lizards froze.

He winced and then felt hot breath on the back of his neck, he switched his vision to thermal and leapt into the air, spinning, just in time to see a tail flying for his face, he reached out and grabbed it, just in time to be smashed through the tree, one of his hands lost it’s grip and then the dragon spazed out, fling the tail ever which way, trying to remove him.

He growled, felt the power surging through him again, fuelling him and he punched down, his fist breaking the surface of the scales.

The dragon tried to eat him.