Eternity RPC Board
10-12-2020, 07:50 PM
Various curses and exclamations could barely be heard over the deafening din of debris, the gate agents attempting to both cover their ears and feebly obstruct the fleeing Gundam pilot. When it was over, only groans of painful tinnitus punctuated a shocked and uneasy silence at the sudden entry of the mobile weapon, broken only by the occasional “oh my God” and “what the hell is that?”
Some ran for cover, some stood dumb and inactive, but virtually all forgot about the ultimately inconsequential mechanic running through the gate.
“What the hell is that!” Lukas shouted at Shapur above the din and his covered ears from beside his truck.
The cacophony of destruction had boomed across the yard while the man raced from the toilet stall to rejoin his comrades. Now, with the silhouette of the Gundam standing at attention at an uncomfortably close distance, he waved away the question and urged the trucks along with wild hand motions.
“I do not know and it does not matter; we have been found. Move your trucks, get them out of here,” Shapur shouted back, climbing into his own truck as the other man radioed the dilemma to his drivers.
The man stole a glance over to the loaded train; the crane had since stopped moving, the cargo loaded, and he could see the automated bots completing the final safety check. While the electric motor of his truck quietly whirred to life, he could hear the soft whine of the train rails magnetizing.
Some ran for cover, some stood dumb and inactive, but virtually all forgot about the ultimately inconsequential mechanic running through the gate.
“What the hell is that!” Lukas shouted at Shapur above the din and his covered ears from beside his truck.
The cacophony of destruction had boomed across the yard while the man raced from the toilet stall to rejoin his comrades. Now, with the silhouette of the Gundam standing at attention at an uncomfortably close distance, he waved away the question and urged the trucks along with wild hand motions.
“I do not know and it does not matter; we have been found. Move your trucks, get them out of here,” Shapur shouted back, climbing into his own truck as the other man radioed the dilemma to his drivers.
The man stole a glance over to the loaded train; the crane had since stopped moving, the cargo loaded, and he could see the automated bots completing the final safety check. While the electric motor of his truck quietly whirred to life, he could hear the soft whine of the train rails magnetizing.