Feelings

The beast stared down at the group. It's mono-eye rather enraged by how the attack was rather thwarted. Though his pilot felt different. He has seen how the being destroyed it oh so easily. But can it stop a creation humans had made? Especially when it is the fusion of the strongest and most maneuverable materials it had made?

No matter. He after all had just started. He looks up into the camera. The 'grey dragon' raising it's head. Spotting all of the mobile suits and Supers capable of space travel. It was a spectacle. But this machine was made for situations like this. He looks at Harold's screen, still struggling to get out and madder than ever. Slamming into the monitor for his answers to be heard. But no one can hear him space like this. He lowers the volume, adding fuel to the fire as the words 'FLAUROS SYSTEM FULLY ACTIVATED' flashed on the screen. Igniting all the fibers around the giant dragon.

It covered all of space rapidly. Preventing anyone from getting closer yet crawling into their hearts like a toxic gas. Moving around to his will, it quickly tries to grab anything in sight. Closing down on the moon as it blanketed a Vix 3N trying to escape. It pilot shrieking in fear as he quickly escaped the rusting trap, barely igniting at his face. Floating forward, he heaved a sigh of relief. His suit was designed for space flight. But all was not well. As some of his comrades blow to pieces from the abnormal amount of rust, trying their best to get ever so closer, he begins to feel a struggle. Air is coming out. He nudges to his jet pack. Two large pint sized engines compared to the one used by jetliners. Sure it was small. But was still rather big for them. He quickly gets a feel. But there was nothing. He gulped in pain as he breathed his last breath. Prepared to go. But he feels a instant large force of Gs. Extremely more painful for him as he awakens on a debris covered earth. He looks around instantly spotting the large torn down tower as Shane staring down at him with reassurance. Sure she could stay longer, but she has a job to do. She leaped back into the air at speed, doctors all rushing to assist him amongst others.

She jumped around, seeing her dad already on the piece of large armor, attempting to access it with his fists. But he won't have such time as a large claw emerged from it's leg, pulling him off and down further into space. She was hoping that he would be able to save himself. But the moment he kept on falling, she knew he was never coming back up. With a beam of lightning, she dashed down to his aid. Something that Victor would wish for as it approached the large machine with Baku, stopping by the large red blanket as they watched unexploded shells and dead mobile suits floating around. All in the attempt to clear out the red curtain.

"What do we do now?"

As he looked about, staring at the Butler who had just arrived, he spots a large explosion. A hit on it's head. Then another.

He looks into the distance, zooming his screen spotting Sergio smashing shells into it's head, all in an attempt to neutralize it. She was however disappointed. There was no signs of any damage at all. She was amazed how this was both a sniper and a rifle. For almost a decade, it was holding up well. But all of the red aura was interfering her work. As the head closes to form a large plasma cannon, she quickly boosts away. Barely escaping the blast as it hit's the goddess's arm.

She was hoping that they could deal with it. Her energy could then be conserved once more. But his machine was too much. Just like what the girl, that intruder had said. She looks at the machine with disgust, finally enacting it's attack. It's core fizzled as it blasted at the machine. The butler nearly was shot by the large head cannons, it weapon in the midst of charging as the pathway was finally opened. Blowing up all of the aura and asteroid in the air with a road to victory. However as it approached it, a large shield was erected, It's saucer shield glowed as it blocking the blast with yellow particles, each look blinding him as they try to get closer.

Victor looks at it shocked, a similar blast that she had released killed that monster and now there it was, it's shield still in one piece. However it was not holding up for long. The cracks began to emerge. The yellow particles unable to hold up to the strain as the blast heads through, blasting off one of the wings.

The machine sinks down, unable to float upright anymore. The bright yellow particles dissipated as they got through. As much as the aura was adding up in numbers again, he was already screwed.

"Jump on!"

Latching onto the sword-like machine, he was immediately boosted up to Baku as they charged. Reaching it's position in what felt like seconds. He leaped from the machine, taking out it's pickaxes. His limbs painful to move as he toggles the controls, prepared to penetrate it's hull and bring it to it's knees.

He was so close. But yet he can't get closer. He fiddled with the screen to check. His boosters were still in check. But he was not moving? He looks around, the left claw was all around the machine. Crushing it's limbs, shattering the controls with lightning. He looks ahead. Baku was also trapped by a large claw, now transformed to trap her. She tries to launch her own set of weapons, but it seemed that the weapons were stuck under the weight of the claws.

He looks up, the dragon head staring down at him with it's evil mono-eye which then dissipated. He then is jumped by loud creeks in the cockpit. His claws twisting upwards as he stares at the camera in horror. A cannon staring right down at him. Charging up for a full shot.

He closed his eyes in horror. Fearing for the worst. He has seen too much. Why was he a Super? Was it because of his pains? He expected a bright light to engulf him but he feels a loud crunch, followed by nothing.

He opens his eyes. Seeing the now transformed Holster of Yesterday stare down at him with it's green light. A haze of hope amongst the dark galaxy. He looks to his left. The machine's head was now ripped in half by several 'feathers'. He smiled at her, now removing it from it's palm.

He placed her by his palm. His large machine staring down at her with a sense of familiarity. Not like a death machine, but a peacemaker. Just like he always wished life would be.

Several loud warnings flashed in his screen as he looks to see Shane and Lino smashing past the machine. Imploding as a small figure ejects from the cockpit. He quickly protected the girls with it's palm and tries to look away, but he can't feel the controls. Blinded by the bright light surrounding him.

He stood stumped around as they stood surprised by how everyone was standing in a plain white space, void of any dimension. Tripping him from his daze.

"It must be a dream..."

He looks at his hands and touches them. Sensing all the features of his skin. It felt very real. But yet he wasn't supposed to be here. Was it a hallucination? He looks around. Spotting Sergio and the butler standing far back, all rather disturbed by their new surroundings. Then, crying.

These overwhelming familiar sounds of sobbing was all over. Echoing through the scenery. He turns around, looking for the one as he spots him. Very close unlike others and rather painful to look at. The old man was crouching, hiding all of his emotions of pain. All crumpled into a broken mess. He looks into his rather small amounts of hair and rather hidden scar.

"Yan?"

He walks closer to him. Trying to console him, but he can't seem to stop. At this point, everyone was crowding around him in curiosity. Harold, who was somehow here, quickly grabbed by the shoulder and slapped him. He gazed back. Broken and red-eyed. Listless and cold at the angry bald man.

"Why? I had trusted you! All you have done was to trap me in this ball of inferno? How could you do this?"

He looks away as he heaved a sigh. Sulking down. His usual angry face now sweetened with emotion and burnt amongst hatred. Verda looked at him with concern. Many possible symptoms of stress and PTSD emerging in her head. He looks back at everyone else, concerned before looking at Harold. Sulking turned into anger as he grabs him by the shoulders. Frightening him with his rage. All fueled by his failures, "They took everything! This was my statement! Our statement! With all our emotion, we can finally express our pain. My pain. We after all did not do anything and to be broken by this? This is outrageous! And now with all of this, what are we striving to be now? A punching bag? As commander of Kruger's army. I can't just accept this..." He looked away shedding a tear of suffering as a voice emerged from the space. Glittering into an actual form.

"But this is not the way to go."