"...Shit, right!" Max smiled. "We'll use it to trash them, then trash it!"

Max was not a clever boy. "...OWOWOWOWO." he cried out, ripping his key necklace off of his knec. "It's burning! Is it meant to be burning? I don't think so!" He said, juggling it in between his hands. "I think it's close!"
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"Hehe." one of the pilots of the blue machine chuckled, suddenly moving backwards. "The white and piss colored one, men!" He said, all of the machines suddenly turning their attention to Akira's mech, their shots suddenly becoming much more accurate.

A risky strategy. Open fire on all of the enemies, but not at full force, to see the pecking order of the opponent. Was the order was confirmed, open fire on the weakest one. "Hey, rookie! Aim for the damn cockpit!" One of the pilot said, his machine glaring at another. "Our orders weren't to kill anybody, you know. If we can get out of this without murder, I would kind of like it!" the pilot of the othe rmachine replied back.

"Pffthahahah! Kid, that attitude will get you ki-"

The man's sentence was forever to go unfinished, as a bullet ripped through his machine's cockpit, causing it's generators to blow, taking the machine and the pilot's body with it.

"You were saying? The rookie said, ducking down and dodging an attack.

Above, in a large helli-carrier for machines, a white machine looked down below at the fight, it's visor scanning the battlefield, looking for something. A altar of some sort.

"...Hmm?" The pilot of it aid, zooming it on two, small, blurs. "Max and Shinji? Damn it, if they're here..." He said, sighing. "Let's go."

And with that, his machine jumped out of the carrier.