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Tetsuahara and Fushigo watched as the Flashman ducked under the Torii gate. Its steps thumping through the sacred grounds it approached the honden. Why here? Why alone? Questions raced through Tetsuahara's mind as he watched the 75 ton interloper scan the shrine with its arm cannons, the glint of a black hawk moth occasionally peeking from under the rediculous cloak the mech wore.

The Death's Head Company. Tetsuahara didnt know why the moth had descended on his city, but he quickly thumbed his radio to call whatever available air support was still flying. Better to bury the villain than let its presence taint the shrine further.

This work was painted by me using Krita.

It has a cigar because its an honorary member of THE PACK. AROOOOOOOO!

The staccato cracks of autocannon fire split the hazy heat of the afternoon as clan mechs descended upon the village. Soon the stench of ozone and superheated adobe filled the air as mechs dueled in the streets of the once sleepy village. Tsari had just gotten her mother and brother out of their home as one of the mercenary mechs, a marauder they had called it, smashed through her family home. Turning to witness the casual destruction of a home she was raised in, her eyes fell upon the Dropship gleaming in the distance. The horror of realization that old Gob had been right descended on her; they were human shields after all.

The Chinggis Campaign

Trana Geidi, 3151