BlueDevil
Super Penguin Number 2
-Edit: I fixed grammar and spelling errors-
Prologue
The year is 2133. It has been thirty years since the opening of the Feral Dimension. The Feral Dimension was an alternate universe created during the Great Cataclysms. The Great Cataclysms were a series of wars in which billions of innocent humans were killed all across the galaxy. For everyone one person that died, there were always thousands more to come, and this massacre began to pool all of the energy left behind from the dead to form the Feral Dimension.
The Feral Dimension is an alternate universe in which the raw energy left behind from the dead, named L-Energy, creates monsters of vast strength, size, shape and ferocity. Rifts began to tear in between the Feral Dimension and the normal universe, and soon after, the evil creatures began to pour out, seeking blood. Remaining factions left from the Great Cataclysms were forced to create the Coalition, a union of former enemies, as a measure of countering the monsters.
Soon it was discovered that conventional weapons, vehicles, and even WMDs would not work on a portion of the creatures, only wiping out the smaller ones, leveled in size from 1 to 4. Larger creatures of levels 5 and 6 came out unscathed and would always continue to rampage against humanity. To fix the problem, the Coalition funded a Project which would create towering mecha known as Peace Enforcers, or PEs. For a while, it seemed as if the plan would work, but it was recognized merely as a failing project once the Coalition realized that they were losing trillions of dollars and battalions of the machines against only dozens of monsters at a time.
Due to the loss in money and hope, the Coalition began to produce only minimal quantities of the machines at a time. It has seemed for sometime like humanity would be extinguished by the threat of the Ferals, as many call them, but the secretive organization, Oni, under the control of the Coalition works restlessly on a new project. The Wrath Project, which combines specialized PEs and organic compounds created from DNA samples taken from fallen Ferals, is being put into effect. Five Angelica, the specialized machines, have been created, and five young pilots have been trained since childhood.
With these Angelica, the Coalition and Oni finally have a way to fend off the Colossal Ferals. It is up to the young men and women who have been chosen to pilot the Angelica to successfully defeat the terrors.
Can they do it?
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A.D. 2133 - Dezos District - Planet New Haven
Alarms sounded off in all directions as a giant explosion blew out in the middle of the base. Soldiers clad in completely black armor scattered all around as helicopters lifted off and tanks rolled out.
"Delta Base! Come in, Delta Base!" The radio screamed in the comm-tower. General Haverack stood over the young man sitting next to the radio.
Haverack spoke into the headset, "This is Delta!"
"General Haverack, what's the status of Delta Base?"
Haverack peaked out of the window, staring at two massive creatures crossing over the horizon in front of the setting sun, "Situation is FUBAR...we have two Level 6 Ferals! There's no way that Delta can take punishment from both of them if they get much closer."
"Understood Delta. We will reinforce your perimeter with a squad of PEs. Help will arrive shortly. ETA four minutes."
Haverack slammed his fist into the table, startling the young man in the chair, "I don't know if we can last that long, dammit! We will-"
The young man cut in, "General! A private hailing frequency has opened!"
Haverack stared over at the comm-device, "Open it up." The young man flipped a switch and suddenly a voice erupted over the channel, "Delta Base, we are sending help your way. The time for the Wrath Project to be put into effect is now!"
Haverack gasped, "Is it even ready?!"
"Angelica Paramour and Enigma are on their way. Do not doubt Oni's judgment. They are ready." The voice said, before the channel closed.
Haverack growled, "Those bastards at Oni don't even know what they're doing! There hasn't been enough preparation time for any of the Angelica!"
Stepping closer to the window, Haverack began to see little bursts of light. Gunfire. The Ferals were already close enough to be within range of small arms fire. Haverack could already begin to make out some of the features of the closer Feral. It was disgusting. Pustules covered its chest, opening and closing to release some form of fluid on its attackers. At every joint, jagged bones protruded outward, and its face was the worst, comprised mostly of two long sets of razor sharp teeth, and two yellow, glowing eyes.
Then Haverack noticed something in the distance. Five orange lights. The PEs were closing in, but Haverack doubted their standard 132mm Assault Rifles would actually manage to affect the Ferals in any way. As they closed in, the Feral that was farther away turned to target its new attackers. The five mechs quickly jumped out of their flight route, landing close to the Feral before opening fire. Five new comm-channels automatically opened with the tower, "Delta Base, this is PE squad seven of Epsilon. We're here to ensure your survival."
Haverack stepped closer to the window. The PEs were E2 Type models. They were built for speed, and so had extra engines and joint points installed, along with Class 1 stabilizers. The pilots had to be agile to control the machines properly. A sphere of energy materialized in the Feral's mouth, and a beam shot out, already blowing two of the PEs apart. Short screams were heard over the comm-channels before they cut out.
"Johnson, flank it! Flank that bastard. Open fire!" One of the PEs deashed past the Feral and began firing on its back, while the other two opened up on its front. The monster roared, thrashing forwards, tackling one of the PEs. Both the monster and the machine fell to the ground, at which point the Feral began ripping the PE apart. Another scream, this one lasting longer before the channel cut off.
Then the Feral closer to the base turned to face the bigger threats. Its chest released the acidic fluid on the craft that had been flanking the other Feral. Johnson began grunting and shrieking out in pain as the acid burned through the PE and his piloting-center. Then the PE exploded.
Haverack punched the window. Being made out of a dense, bullet-proof material, it didn't shatter, "Dammit! At this rate, Delta's surely going to be lost to these things!"
Then the closer Feral's arm split open as a beam of energy hit it. Blood spurted out as its arm separated from its body. Haverack's eyes widened, "What the hell was that?!"
The young man in the chair rolled over to the camera-control. "Sir! Cameras three, four and five are showing some new kind of PEs! They're massive!"
Haverack ran over to the screens, "Oni wasn't lying after all...those are the Angelica."
Haverack stared at the screen in awe, as the two new machines entered the battle. The one on the left was pure white, with a single, red eye sliding around within a wide socket. Its form resembled that of a sleek suit of Samurai armor. It was carrying a large saber of some sort. The one on the right was a deep, blue color, with thicker armor than the white one. It's shape was boxier, and it was carrying a large, rocket launcher shaped weapon, but with a barrel that coned inward to the tip, which was very small.
Haverack caressed the whiskers on his chin with his white, gloved hand, "Enigma and Paramour, eh? And just to think, there are three others."
Prologue
The year is 2133. It has been thirty years since the opening of the Feral Dimension. The Feral Dimension was an alternate universe created during the Great Cataclysms. The Great Cataclysms were a series of wars in which billions of innocent humans were killed all across the galaxy. For everyone one person that died, there were always thousands more to come, and this massacre began to pool all of the energy left behind from the dead to form the Feral Dimension.
The Feral Dimension is an alternate universe in which the raw energy left behind from the dead, named L-Energy, creates monsters of vast strength, size, shape and ferocity. Rifts began to tear in between the Feral Dimension and the normal universe, and soon after, the evil creatures began to pour out, seeking blood. Remaining factions left from the Great Cataclysms were forced to create the Coalition, a union of former enemies, as a measure of countering the monsters.
Soon it was discovered that conventional weapons, vehicles, and even WMDs would not work on a portion of the creatures, only wiping out the smaller ones, leveled in size from 1 to 4. Larger creatures of levels 5 and 6 came out unscathed and would always continue to rampage against humanity. To fix the problem, the Coalition funded a Project which would create towering mecha known as Peace Enforcers, or PEs. For a while, it seemed as if the plan would work, but it was recognized merely as a failing project once the Coalition realized that they were losing trillions of dollars and battalions of the machines against only dozens of monsters at a time.
Due to the loss in money and hope, the Coalition began to produce only minimal quantities of the machines at a time. It has seemed for sometime like humanity would be extinguished by the threat of the Ferals, as many call them, but the secretive organization, Oni, under the control of the Coalition works restlessly on a new project. The Wrath Project, which combines specialized PEs and organic compounds created from DNA samples taken from fallen Ferals, is being put into effect. Five Angelica, the specialized machines, have been created, and five young pilots have been trained since childhood.
With these Angelica, the Coalition and Oni finally have a way to fend off the Colossal Ferals. It is up to the young men and women who have been chosen to pilot the Angelica to successfully defeat the terrors.
Can they do it?
----
A.D. 2133 - Dezos District - Planet New Haven
Alarms sounded off in all directions as a giant explosion blew out in the middle of the base. Soldiers clad in completely black armor scattered all around as helicopters lifted off and tanks rolled out.
"Delta Base! Come in, Delta Base!" The radio screamed in the comm-tower. General Haverack stood over the young man sitting next to the radio.
Haverack spoke into the headset, "This is Delta!"
"General Haverack, what's the status of Delta Base?"
Haverack peaked out of the window, staring at two massive creatures crossing over the horizon in front of the setting sun, "Situation is FUBAR...we have two Level 6 Ferals! There's no way that Delta can take punishment from both of them if they get much closer."
"Understood Delta. We will reinforce your perimeter with a squad of PEs. Help will arrive shortly. ETA four minutes."
Haverack slammed his fist into the table, startling the young man in the chair, "I don't know if we can last that long, dammit! We will-"
The young man cut in, "General! A private hailing frequency has opened!"
Haverack stared over at the comm-device, "Open it up." The young man flipped a switch and suddenly a voice erupted over the channel, "Delta Base, we are sending help your way. The time for the Wrath Project to be put into effect is now!"
Haverack gasped, "Is it even ready?!"
"Angelica Paramour and Enigma are on their way. Do not doubt Oni's judgment. They are ready." The voice said, before the channel closed.
Haverack growled, "Those bastards at Oni don't even know what they're doing! There hasn't been enough preparation time for any of the Angelica!"
Stepping closer to the window, Haverack began to see little bursts of light. Gunfire. The Ferals were already close enough to be within range of small arms fire. Haverack could already begin to make out some of the features of the closer Feral. It was disgusting. Pustules covered its chest, opening and closing to release some form of fluid on its attackers. At every joint, jagged bones protruded outward, and its face was the worst, comprised mostly of two long sets of razor sharp teeth, and two yellow, glowing eyes.
Then Haverack noticed something in the distance. Five orange lights. The PEs were closing in, but Haverack doubted their standard 132mm Assault Rifles would actually manage to affect the Ferals in any way. As they closed in, the Feral that was farther away turned to target its new attackers. The five mechs quickly jumped out of their flight route, landing close to the Feral before opening fire. Five new comm-channels automatically opened with the tower, "Delta Base, this is PE squad seven of Epsilon. We're here to ensure your survival."
Haverack stepped closer to the window. The PEs were E2 Type models. They were built for speed, and so had extra engines and joint points installed, along with Class 1 stabilizers. The pilots had to be agile to control the machines properly. A sphere of energy materialized in the Feral's mouth, and a beam shot out, already blowing two of the PEs apart. Short screams were heard over the comm-channels before they cut out.
"Johnson, flank it! Flank that bastard. Open fire!" One of the PEs deashed past the Feral and began firing on its back, while the other two opened up on its front. The monster roared, thrashing forwards, tackling one of the PEs. Both the monster and the machine fell to the ground, at which point the Feral began ripping the PE apart. Another scream, this one lasting longer before the channel cut off.
Then the Feral closer to the base turned to face the bigger threats. Its chest released the acidic fluid on the craft that had been flanking the other Feral. Johnson began grunting and shrieking out in pain as the acid burned through the PE and his piloting-center. Then the PE exploded.
Haverack punched the window. Being made out of a dense, bullet-proof material, it didn't shatter, "Dammit! At this rate, Delta's surely going to be lost to these things!"
Then the closer Feral's arm split open as a beam of energy hit it. Blood spurted out as its arm separated from its body. Haverack's eyes widened, "What the hell was that?!"
The young man in the chair rolled over to the camera-control. "Sir! Cameras three, four and five are showing some new kind of PEs! They're massive!"
Haverack ran over to the screens, "Oni wasn't lying after all...those are the Angelica."
Haverack stared at the screen in awe, as the two new machines entered the battle. The one on the left was pure white, with a single, red eye sliding around within a wide socket. Its form resembled that of a sleek suit of Samurai armor. It was carrying a large saber of some sort. The one on the right was a deep, blue color, with thicker armor than the white one. It's shape was boxier, and it was carrying a large, rocket launcher shaped weapon, but with a barrel that coned inward to the tip, which was very small.
Haverack caressed the whiskers on his chin with his white, gloved hand, "Enigma and Paramour, eh? And just to think, there are three others."
