Sending Kids to war
It's pretty bad in space right not and Violet knows it. But getting caught and sending students at the battle front in a crazy war zone is reckless and abominable. This is the summits way of lightening Dunea's punishment. F*ck them! Haa….why do I need to clean all their messes and reform all their bad decisions. I hate being supreme. Ahhh…I will kill Eco when I get a hold of him!, Violet thought and broke her pen when listing some stuff to do to protect her daughter and her team on this supposed to be training but in truth, death war game in Carpathia.
At the War Front about 50 miles from Persius, RoboSkims are everywhere trying to protect with their machine, gamma, scorching heat and missile fires at Sentinels from afar. A fire power system loads each RoboSkims with bullets and missiles that the machine is smoking hot right now from automatically and quickly downloading loads of fire power for each RoboSkim in rapid speed. One, two, three…..I'm out!!
Justin, what's wrong?, a woman called out to him from the digiradio. Yeah, my ammo ran out! That bitch has caught me off guarded and it's following me right now!, Justin said while being hit by a Sentinel. F*ck…ahhhh…Bonnie…..ahaaa
Hang on, I'll cover for you. There….you sons of bitches stay away from my friend!, Bonnie shouted while firing loads of ammo towards a two Sentinels. One exploded and the other lost its arm and pulled back. There are several Sentinels that flew upwards and were taken cared of by other RoboSkims who are from Justin's team but like the other teams who have lost comrades, they are only five of them left after losing ten of their colleagues for the past three months.
Bonnie is now carrying Justin to Carpathia's clinic and since there are five other victims who are either hurt with cuts or bruises, there are some who already lost an arm or leg, the scene is scary but all are aware and it's not bothering them anymore after fighting Sentinels for a year now. Some DOGS or G-Force Officers have already fought against Sentinels for years now and a few of the flighters who lived are Justin, Bonnie and Bones.
I'm so jealous, after all these years, you're still alive? Ha..you are indeed immortal. I salute y….!, Justin is about to bow in front of Bones but he smacked the guy's head with his fist.
Jerk I told you to be careful out there! You always tend to carelessly leave the station unarmed. Fool, do you really want to die?, Bones shouted and wanted to punch the guy who had cuts on his arms and legs.
Slow down mom! He is fine just small cuts and bruises he will live!, Bonnie said laughing.
Right!? Ah what, mom????, you bitch, I'll slash your tongue right this minute….you!!!, Bones said still ranting. Hey….shut the fuck up….wewhit!, a muscled man yelled out to stop the grumbling kids. What, are you that crazy that you all want to kill each other. Good work defending the front but what's this I'm hearing Justin? You forgot to load for the nth time!? What, are you a kid who lost his bottle that you need to be protected by a nanny?
Yup, that's you, Bonnie! Don't spoil this airhead and keep defending him at the front. What if you needed those ammo….!?, the man angrily stated.
Major Lance!, it's not Bonnie's fault that we hired a defective Flighter!, Bones added and smirked on Justin. Right, right! Why would they settle for me when they have an immortal soldier whom we donlt even know if is really alive or not…hehe!!!, Justin added but groans in pain when his wounds are being cleansed by a nurse. Ouwww!!
Suit you well, baby man!, Hahaha….Bones said.
Now to our good news, eherm!! It's a blessing that we have new recruits for the front. Mobile Skims flighters will join us a month from now to do practice runs for their new robots named Julietta and Rome. Mobile Skims are new military suits that have handlers that best fight and protect than a regular RoboSkim soldier or flighter. We will be welcoming them with open arms. And please Bones, be nice. Justin, refrain from being a careless whack and teach these kids to fight on full armor and ammos! Bonnie, continue to lead the team with your smart and keen eyes searching Sentinels from all angles. For I know all will be great when they fly and fight along side you!, Lance explained.
Kids… What kids?, Bones asked.
Aha…these brats are going to help us kill the Sentinels? Are you kidding me? Bones said while looking at the pictures of the student flighters of DOGS. Miles' team composed of Ericka, Dunea, Akhmed, Yogi, Hayley and Ren are the crème dela crème of DOGS. And Eco is proud to send them for Carpathia's War Front.
Does these kids know what they are up to?, Bonnie said. I don't think so, maybe they were just told that they will be on a home cruise ship and do practice runs or trainings not knowing that their trainings will be against real live robots!, Justin added. I'm kind of scared for them, just looking back at what happened to our friends. I just don't want it to happen again, Bonnie!
I know Justin! But it is what it is. We are soldiers, flighters who swore to fight and protect earth and universes. So, let's just make it fun for these kids and do whatever the boss' says. I know they are sent here for a reason, we may have lost a lot but gained more with this great news. We have new comrades to teach, guide and support after years of not having back ups!, Bonnie added and gave a sly grin.
But they are just kids, look how cute they are?, Justin said. Hmm…well but I guess I'm wrong, bro! Look at this blog. They said this batch is a power house, that blue girl Dunea is a commander for Aurea ship and that's an excellent news that we have great soldiers to beat shitty Sentinels, Bones replied while checking on the students background from his cellphone.
Haa… then we have a good chance on annihilating the Sentinels! Justin added and then groaned again when the nurse plucked a tiny glass pricked onhis right arm then began to bleed. Ouch…you bitch, I would need to kiss you for that!! Why did you do that?, Justin yelled out to the nurse who was shocked then giggled for everyone knows about Justin's funny antiques.