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In the distant future of 2005, man has conquered the stars, colonizing world after world and never sating their lust for expansion. Of course, to these once peaceful planets where life had never even been a concept before, humanity also brought with them their hate and anger. Despite decades of technological advancement, no amount of distance could quell the violence within their hearts. So as man was inclined to do, they made war against each other and no where was the fighting more intense than on the planet Beacon in the Vale System.

Down on the planet's surface, a single squad of huntsmen walked alongside the canyon's edge, searching for the secret base of the White Fang. Huntsmen were the Federation's most elite mecha pilots, usually only sent in when a mission was deemed near suicidal for their regular forces. However, for some odd reason, everything appeared to be... quiet. It happened, albeit rarely. Sometimes command was given the wrong information and it ends up their time was nothing but a waste. Usually though that didn't happen with something as vital as the location of the White Fang's leader. How could military intelligence fuck up this badly? There was nothing here for miles.

[color=ed1c24]"Hey Sarge, I think it's safe to say that this mission's a dud,"[/color] Corporal Robert "Robin Hood" Fallson told his commanding officer, his mech kicking a large boulder down into the trench below as if it were a small pebble.

[color=fff200]"Well it's a good thing that you're not the one in charge than Robin Hood. Otherwise, we'd have to return to the brass and tell them we gave up before finishing our recon,"[/color] replied Staff Sergeant Sand Vespa, continuing to lead her team to the end of the designated combat area. She was a professional and that meant that she'd call this a bust if and when they were 100% sure the area was clear.

[color=1a7b30]"Come ooooon. My feet hurt,"[/color] a voice spoke up, this one belonging to Lance Corporal Trad "Druid" Oak who was sitting comfortably in his much heavier war machine. Unlike the others three, it was built for tanking damage rather than avoiding it, with the added bonus of also having the gun with the biggest punch.

The last member of the team rose her brow in confusion as she turned her head in Trad's direction. [color=92278f]"How the hell can your feet hurt while sitting down for several hours, Druid?"[/color] Lance Corporal Violet "Wolf Girl" Steel questioned.

[color=1a7b30]"The pedals on the H-variant require a lot more force to push forward. Compare pushing down on the accelerator during a long drive with holding down the brakes while stuck in traffic."[/color]

[color=fff200]"You're just going to have to put up with it, Druid. We've still got a couple hundred klicks to go before I'm allowing any of you to call for pick up."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Okay, we can't have the shuttle take us back home, but what if-"[/color]

[color=fff200]"You're not going to order a pizza, Robin Hood."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Damn. Am I really getting that predictable?"[/color]

"[color=fff200]Y[/color][color=1a7b30]e[/color][color=92278f]s[/color]."

Several more hours would go by with still no other signs of life. It was beginning to look like the corporal was right all along... until.

[color=92278f]"Hey, Sarge?"[/color]

[color=fff200]"What's your status, Wolf Girl?"[/color]

[color=92278f]"Is it just me or do you see a shimmer up ahe-"[/color]

[i]Bang![/i] Suddenly, a shot rang out as a bullet the size of small car sped across the open ground. The screech of bending metal could be heard as it impacted with Robert's mech, completely severing the left arm and sending it into the canyon below.

[color=fff200]"They've got active cloaking! Everybody scatter!"[/color] Sand called out to her squadmates, all four hulking machines diving for cover. With their large sizes, the best the team could do was stay as low to the ground as possible so they'd be the smallest target they could possibly be. With the exception of Trad of course. With his heavy armor and even heavier gun, the tank would lay down covering fire until everyone else could get their bearings.

[color=fff200]"Druid! Do you have eyes on the tangos?! What are we dealing with here?"[/color]

[color=1a7b30]"I saw the cloaking drop for a split second before they hunkered down... Sarge, it was black and white."[/color]

[color=fff200]"Shit!"[/color]

A black and white color scheme was non-existent for a White Fang mecha to have. That palette was reserved only for one group. The Brothers Grimm. These four brothers were a PMC hired solely by the White Fang and they were the best damn pilots this side of the Milky Way. Each of their mechs were painted to represent an animal that coincided with their nickname. The eldest brother in the wolf mech was named Beowolf, the next one was Ursa in the bear, after him was Death Stalker who even had a scorpion-like tail welded onto the back of his, and finally Nevermore as the youngest who was most likely flying above their heads right at this very moment.

[color=fff200]"Right. We need to move. If it's the Brothers Grimm then we're dead meat if we stay here."[/color] Sand began to push herself off the ground, lifting up the barrel of her rifle to cover their retreat. [color=fff200]"We move on three. Everyone ready?"[/color]

[color=1a7b30]"Ready to rock and roll, Sarge."[/color]

[color=92278f]"I've got a round with Beowolf's name on it. This dustball only has room for one wolf."[/color]

[color=fff200]"What about you, Robin Hood?"[/color] the staff sergeant asked her last remaining squadmate.

When no answer came though, she asked again. [color=fff200]"Robin Hood, what's your status?!"[/color]

Still no answer.

[color=fff200]"Robert!"[/color]
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(Stopping here for now. If anyone's interested in more I could be convinced to write the rest of what I had planned, but that'll have to be after I get some sleep and get home from my shift in the morning. Sorry for the late entry [@Crimmy])

(If you're wondering what the title has to do with the entry, the answer is nothing. I just wanted to find a way to include the pun and also couldn't think of a title. Sorry for the lack of kaijus.)
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