<strong>Prologue – The Poppies Blooming Red on the Battlefield</strong>
<i><span>No country will scoff at the notion of not subjecting pigs to human rights, </i><i><span></i><i>
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<i><span>As long as thenguages differ, the skin colors differ, the ancestors are deemed to be of different tribes, they will be deemed as pigs taking on the appearance of humans; by suppressing and ughtering them, surely there is no issue per say with regards to vitions of human rights.</i><i></i>
<i><span>~dilena Millize (Memoirs)</i><i><span></i><i>
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<i><span><System start.></i>
<i><span><RMI MIA4 <Juggernaut> OS Ver 8.15.></i>
<span>A wireless signal sounding way behind the times echoed amidst the deafening noise.
<b><i>"-Handler One to Undertaker. Enemy intercepting forces detected on the radar,prising of battalion level anti-tank artillery and closebat hunters."</i></b>
<span>"Undertaker here, understood. Detecting movement here."
<b><i>"Henceforth, all authority shall be deferred to the fieldmander. For the sake of the country, eliminate the enemies of the Republic even if it means sacrificing yourselves."</i></b>
<span>"Understood."
<b><i>"…My apologies, everyone. Really sorry."</i></b>
<span>"Ending transmission."
<i><span><Cockpit sealed.></i>
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<i><span><Stabilizer normal. Frame Check Sequence clear. Vetronics offline. Hunting mode.></i>
<span>"This is Undertaker to everyone, Handler One has handedmand. Undertaker shall take overmand."
<i><span>"Alpha Leader here. Roger that. Same as usual, ''death god.’ Right, what are the final orders of that shitty pampered Princess?"</i>
<span>"''Really sorry.''"
<span>A cackle could be heard from the other end of the bad.
<i><span>"Pff, same old hopeless white pig. See no evil, hear no evil, what the hell was that apology for…ds, you hear that? Well, we’re gonna die either way; don’t think it’s a bad thing for the death gods to lead us down the Styx."</i>
<span>"Sixty seconds until frontal confrontation… under enemy fire. Breaking through enemy artillery fire at maximum speed."
<i><span>"Alright, let’s go you guys!"</i>
<i><span><Combat Maneuver Open></i>
<i><span><Detected enemies: Designating B1" "Designating B2" "B3" "B4" "B5" "B6″ "B7 "B8" "B9" "B10" "B11" "B12" "B13" "B14" "B15" "B16" "B17" “B18" "B19" "B20" "B21" "B22" "B23" "B24" --….></i>
<i><span><Engage: B210></i>
<i><span>“This is Delta Leader! Don’t let them get around. Wipe them out here!!”</i>
<i><span>“Charlie Three! Enemy at ten o’clock! Evade-dammit!!”</i>
<i><span>“Echo One to squad. Echo Leader is KIA. Echo One shall takemand.”</i>
<i><span>“This is Brave Two… sorry everyone. End of the line here.”</i>
<i><span>“Alpha Leader here. Hang on for a minute, Alpha Three! Sending reinforcements now! Alpha One shall takemand!”</i>
<span>“-Roger that. Good luck Alpha Leader.”
<i><span>“Leaving it to you… hey Shin. Undertaker.”</i>
<span>“What?”
<i><span>“Don’t forget the promise.”</i>
<span>“…Ahh.”
<i><span>“C1: Signal Lost.”</i>
<i><span>“Friendly units: zero”</i>
<span>Themander’s voice came ringing through the noisy headset, which was removed from the head and ced by the side, merging with the breeze of the sunset.
<b><i>"…This… is… Handler One. All forces, do you hear me? First Forces, please respond."</i></b>
<span>The organic being on the machine’s cocoon-shaped belly opened the canopy, reached a hand out from the cockpit, and reached for the button of themunicator.
<span>"This is Undertaker to Handler One. All attacking enemies eliminated. Confirming enemy’s retreat. Operation over. Ready to return."
<b><i>"…Undertaker. Is there, anyone else?"</i></b>
<span>"Ending transmission."
<span>He cut off themunications before hearing the end of this foolish question, which he had no need or obligation to hear.
<span>The red Poppies were blooming across the horizon under the evening hue. The stoking mes stretched the shadows of the iron beasts and quad-pedaled spider carcasses that were partially copsed onto the ground, the insides visible through delicate angles. Friend or foe, such was the oue for them.
<span>No living thing could be seen anywhere. No matter where, however distant the ce, all that lingered were corpses and wandering souls of these corpses.
<span>A cruel silence beckoned. At the ends of the grasnd, past the mountains that were like ck shadows, the setting sun offered crimson light across the horizon.
<span>Lit by the crimson light, or shrouded in the ck shadows; only he and the machine were the only sources of life in this world that had practically severed ties with Life.
<span>The long slender legs mimicked an Arthropod''s. The rusted armor covered with stains had countless scars upon it, the high-frequency des akin to crab legs, and a main cannon on the back. The silhouette resembled a wandering spider, the long cannon atop the frame supported by the four legs resembling a scorpion, and appeared to be a skeleton wandering across the battlefield, seeking its lost hand.
<span>He let out a sigh, leaning on the deck that had cooled in the night breeze, and shriveled up under the evening hue, lifting his head at the burning sky.
<span>These flowers were born from the blood of the beloved Consort who killed herself, as a parting gift to the Conqueror in a country of the Far East.
<span>These flowers bloomed in the blood of the Knights who were massacred by the invading barbarians.
<span>The crimson red of the Poppies bloomed across the battlefield, so maddeningly beautiful under the evening hue that seemed primed to burn the sky down.