"..." Sigma stood silent, not moving an inch. The scream. That damned scream. It was all too familiar. It was [i]her scream[/i]. A chill ran down her spine as the first of the enemy units seemed to self-terminate due to the pilot's klutziness. A very familiar klutziness. And then, the ominous tank that was hovering around her failed to latch, and suffered the same fate.

And the same scream was heard. It was all the confirmation Sigma needed. Her eyes went wide, as she gagged momentarily in awe.

[i]The others. My clone sisters. They are the other cadets.[/i]

And then, the roaring thunder of the forest location shook her short of her stupor. The communications were compromised. She couldn't believe what was happening. Things were bleak, but somehow they were turning much, much, bleaker. She was at loss. If she fought, she could risk termination of the ones she had shared so many sparrings and meals, and perhaps comfort among dehumanized scientists and trainers. 

"Damn you. Damn you." She cursed, gritting her teeth, tears welling again. She found the artillery unit, and someone aiming at her. Another two sisters. She didn't want to fight. She had to fight. She didn't want to kill. She had to kill or be killed.

[i]I serve mankind. Above the fate of my similar units. I am a weapon.[/i] She gritted her teeth, as she forwarded through a private channel both the units she had spotted to Elora, and then opened an intercom to the impatient Harold. "Negative. Tower compromised. Hold on a while longer." 

She had done this so many times. She moved fast, leveling the weapon, She aimed at the core of the other long range machine, with intention of disabling it. And she fired.

[i]Not done yet. No. I don't want to lose grasp of something, to win  something else. I want it all. Yes. I want my fellow clones. I want the crybaby's map. And the cake.[/i]

She was burning. Grief. And anger. Lorenzo was her owner. Irina her master. 

But sometimes experiments went beyond the parameters, weren't they?

[i]No regrets.[/i]

She focused, opening the [i]general[/i] channel once more. She wanted them to hear this.

"Don't get too cocky, team Irina. You and my fellow clone sisters. Here. I. COME!" She exploded, as she began to run, her thrusters once again  to the maximum. She leaped. She spun in midair. Thrusters shunted off.

And the frame's limbs obeyed like a second body. Executing a dropkick. From the top of the tower. On the artillery mech, with the intention of toppling it into the abyss.