F.E.A.R

[Poltaap]

this is a prologue for a story, full of grammatical wrongness.


if you read this, you have found the corpse of me, Gregory Robert Otto Tretarius, chief engineer of orangetech inc, the leading company in robotic and cybernetic technology in the united nations Of Great Britain. I don't know how , where or when you found me, but if you are the one who caused all this, then I hope you will burn in hell. If you are a survivor, or another victim of this soulless bastard,  this will hopefully help you defeat him, or at least slow him down.

The year was 1986,  Spain and Portugal had joined our great nation after the  peoples republic of soviet threated with full frontal war if they didn't hand over the plans for the rail gun technology, giving us the previously said tech to the already fearsome weapon arsenal of our robot army. Made up of over five thousand robots of different models, ranging from the human sized defensive automations to the three awesome god-machines; the feared Terror and the divine Dragoon,  both named after our immortal leaders greatest advisors, and finally the omega, after our leader himself. They stand, 300 meters tall, inside the great palace city covering the island former know as Ireland. They had been the first, built during the second world war to stop the German nuclear powered zeppelin armada from taking over the world. And now they stood there, slowly being updated with new armaments for the final battle. No one really knew when it would come, but when it did, it would have changed the world forever. But then he came and changed it all.

[Pieman]

GB-UN FTW!

[Poltaap]

indeed



part I: one mech to rule them all

The first wave landed at 14:00, 3 kilometers outside Austin , and was already surrounded at 14:30, by a force of 5 heavily armed and armored Mark XVI protectors . They did not stand a chance.
I can still remember the pictures from the leader's head cam of that giant thing, at least 100 meter tall, slowly open up like a book, revealing a monstrosity made of rusted steel. The other leaders of orangetech argued if it was one of the legendary Russian tundra warlords or the lost German übêrmênsh, but I knew what it was under all the repairs and added weapons. It was a protector, or had been several in fact, I could see parts from six different marks, and most weapons was unrecognizable even by our experts.

   The monster came alive with a roar, thick black smoke erupting from the back of it, the joints dripping with lubricating grease as the legs took a earthshaking step forward. Our protectors opened  fire against this abomination of a robot, but to no use, the solid slugs from the twin-linked 2” caliber arm cannons disintegrated against a invisible shield, the thermite bombs lobed from the mortars on the shoulders slowly ran down the shield like burning stars. Before the order o f retreat could be given did it attack, shredding the three guardians in front of it with some sort of high tech laser weapon. The last to didn't get far before they got hit by a barrage of missiles, destroying them completely.

[Ziggy Stardust]

D: Giant destroying protector robot! I'm scared.

[Silfedac]

Not doing a very good job of protecting, frankly. Also, those advisor dudes had awesome names.