by C S » Thu Sep 24, 2009 11:31 pm
Jackson's seat, which was launched about thirty feet into the air, jettisoned its parachute, the tiny object in comparrison to the beaten G1 landing in the shadow of the rusted giant tank. "Good god" the former pilot said, undoing his straps and stepping into the snow. Tapping his helmet, he messaged "Global Defence force, the assault was a sucess, the monster was driven off...but Mecha G1 has been defeated..maybe damaged beyond repair, requesting Evac" Ending the transmission, Jackson stood by the still machine, the rumbling of the Earth beneath its treads seemingly forever silenced. On the bright side, the orange decorated suit he was wearing was able to nullify the extremes of any enviroment slightly, which meant the cold didnt do much to him, unlike the mecha, which by now was a brittle wreck about to collapse upon its self at any moment...