Thirty mechs flew through a long and dark tunnel. Each of them belonged to several different groups that had previously turned their weapons against each other.
Perhaps they would have continued to shoot and fight each other until they suffered a mutual defeat if outside factors hadn’t interfered!
The intervention from Ves along with the approach of a strong external mech force prompted the groups to lay down their previous grievances. By accepting the offer to pool their forces together, the mech pilots stood a better chance of preserving themselves.
This did not mean that their grievances had melted.
Even when he was stuffed inside the cramped rabbit shuttle, Ves could feel the underlying tension and vigilance of the different groups of mech pilots. Their formations remained tight and maintained a healthy distance from each other.
Of all of the groups that Ves had persuaded along the way, only the Roving Hunters were truly worthy of his trust. They had fought alongside the Larkinsons once before and they did not exhibit any signs of betraying him. Captain Rivington and his men came across as some of the most decent and normal Lifers that Ves had met so far. This was quite an accomplishment.
While Ves was used to dangerous situations where he didn’t have as much reliable protection as he liked, he felt a lot more out of his element this time.
What frustrated him was the type of mechs that everyone utilized. The overwhelming number of them were biomechs, with only the Right Siders fielding purely metallic mechs.
Since Ves was not very familiar with the finer design paradigms of organic machines, he wasn’t able to make detailed judgements of the biomechs utilized by the other groups.
For example, he could tell that the biomechs fielded by the Brakkard Consortium were cheaper and less refined than average, but he didn’t know to what extent. Were they on the lower end of a midrange mech? Were they upper budget mechs? He wasn’t able to make a definitive judgement!
In a dangerous and uncertain situation, every scrap of data was worth its weight in exotics. The more nuggets of intelligence he had at his disposal, the more informed decisions he could make.
Right now, the overall lack of solid information caused him to feel as if he was as blind as a bat! He had no idea where he was careening towards, both figuratively and literally.
Ruuzon Arena should already be pretty far away! If Ves and his current allies ascended to the surface, then the odds of encountering an ambush should be low. The only acute threat he had to be concerned about is getting shot at by aerial ranged mechs that were flying high above the premises of Ruuzon Arena and elsewhere.
"Mr. Larkinson, can you really hold all of these people together?" Captain Rivington asked through their private communication channel. "I have serious misgivings with your decision to put all of these different groups of mechs together. They were enemies to each other before you arrived!"
Ves sighed behind his helmet. "Beggars can’t be choosers. I’m aware of the risks, but we can’t be too picky. As long as they are willing to play along, I won’t mind their presence."
"Look up. I think we are nearing an exit."
The tunnel noticeably curved upwards. There was obvious light at the end, so the exit wasn’t obstructed.
Pretty much everyone had grown tired of the tunnels and underground environment. It was too confining and limited the performance of many mechs. Once the mechs reached the open sky, they could quickly get their bearings and navigate towards their destination with much more flexibility and choices than before!
The mechs flew a bit faster. They reached the open exit and passed through the gates without any effort.
Daylight and open skies graced their forms once again! The organic machines seemed to revel in their return to an open environment.
"We’re free!"
"We made it out!"
Just as Ves expected, the tunnel that they had chosen to travel through led to the outskirts of Veoline. When Ves patched into the feeds, he observed that the district they were in was largely made up of low-class residential structures.
The area was largely made up of simple tree-like houses and apartment buildings interspersed with basic gardens and other touches of greenery. The tree structures were all smaller and less sophisticated than the ones in downtown Veoline, but other than that they were well-maintained due to the help of caretaker beetles.
However, this period of celebration lasted only a short time before the mechs detected a substantial group of mechs in the distance!
Alarms sounded and the mechs all adopted a vigilant, battle-ready posture while maintaining a very low altitude.
No one dared to fly high at this moment. Anyone who flew above the urban sprawl would merely turn into an open target that could be shot at from any position!
Even though the tree structures in this residential district weren’t high, they were still massive and numerous enough to provide some cover.
As Ves examined the images of the distant biomechs, he quickly recognized their colors and markings.
"Those mechs are identical to the ones belonging to the Ruuzon Guard!"
"What are they doing out here?"
"Look at them. They must have gone through one hell of a fight."
The Ruuzon Guard weren’t supposed to be stationed all the way here unless they were assigned to guard the tunnel exit.
The conditions of the distant biomechs did not look good. Many of them bore scorch marks, impact wounds and cuts. Blood of varying tints covered their organic frames. Their equipment didn’t look in good shape either.
"Who did they fight?"
"I don’t know."
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