Falling, Dreaming.

The Pod shuddered violently as it cleaved through the air, wind flaring around as it accelerated towards the ground.

Thames was disoriented, he tried to stand but he couldn't, gravity and the weight of the mech suit baring down on him. Slowly but surely, the gas started to wear off and he was able to think.

'What's going on, first those nasty things were outfitting me with weapons and now they chucked me in a pod falling from the atmosphere, I thought they were happy with me, why'd they do that'

Nobody was around to answer his questions. Thames looked out of the glass panel and tried to make out his surroundings.

All he could see was a grey sky, one that had the air of bleakness. He also saw multiple pods falling around him.Their white and black silhouettes looking like falling stars to anyone viewing from below.

Thames looked downward to see how close they were to the ground and all he could see was a giant mass of brown that seemed too far away. He strained his eyes and found out he could almost make out the silhouettes of what looked like a skyscraper.

'Hmm, yeah that's definitely a skyscraper, I can almost see the roo-, OH SHI-'

KA-THOOM, The pod slammed into the roof of the skyscraper and broke through it, the metal doing almost nothing to slow it's descent.

CRACK

SMASH

KRA-SHINK

The pod tore through floor after floor, each one slowing it's descent just by a bit.

Thames swore so much that he was sure his mother would fill his mouth with soap if she heard him.

He was jumbled around in the pod, his mech suit doing nothing to ease the nausea he was feeling so he threw up, but there was nothing to throw up so he just ended up making awful gagging noises.

SKREECH, the pod slid along what must have been the 50th floor it had hit and screeched to a stop.

Miraculously, it had landed upright, Thames wasn't sure what he was gonna do if it didn't.

WHIRRR, the mech flared to life as words flickered onto the visor of the mech suit .

PHI-74 HAS LANDED WITHOUT ISSUES.

VITALS ARE STABLE

BEGINNING MISSION.

CURRENT OBJECTIVE: EXIT THE LANDING POD

Thames looked at the words in disbelief.

"Without Issues?. I could have died". He looked around the pod and tried to stand up, slipping as his body wasn't fully awake yet.

He stared at the walls of the pod, looking at their intricate patterns that so resembled the pod he was in before and the pain that came with it, by God, he had felt so much pain, he could remember the-

"I have to get out of here, let me out, LET ME OUT"

BANG

BANG

BANG

CRASH!!!

Thames kicked off the door of the pod and scrambled out as fast as he could. He had not even made it two steps before he fell on his face, the armor crashing down with him.

"OOOF" Thames grunted as he lifted himself up by grabbing onto a piece of the furniture. His hands trembling and his ears buzzing at the memory of the pain.

'Breathe Thames, breathe' He calmed himself, the buzzing in his ear that he had not noticed starting to calm.

He shook his head sharply, as if he could physically knock the memory loose. Gradually his heartbeat slowed as his mind returned to the present.

Thames still felt a bit of fear and anger but he decided to toss them to the back of his mind. He would sort through those feelings later, probably.

Thames looked around the area, exasperated by how many new environments he had found himself in a very short time.

The area resembled an Office Floor, at least in it's layout. He couldn't recognize anything he saw, well except for the gaping hole in the ceiling and the Metal Cage he had just broken out.

The hole in the roof did nothing to increase the gloom on the space, although it was plenty bright due to the walls that where more windows than walls, their surfaces showing the bleak landscape outside.

Thames looked around taking in the ambiance of it all, his Armor making clunky sounds.

He removed his hands from the table he had lifted himself up with, not really sure if that classification fit.

The tables looked like upside down bathtubs, their edges too round to be edges.

He looked around and saw more of those bathtubs desks.

Infact, everything was too round, there were no chairs, just overgrown weeds with trunks as thick as trees, whether they had grown there after whatever apocalypse had happened or they were the companies idea of biophillic design gone wild without maintenance.

The floor was cracked in multiple places, rows of wiring revealed like roots in soil. They ran under the bathtub tables, probably to an artificial computers or something like the annoying holographic ad for Emerald Industries he had gotten before beginning his Trial.

The place had an air of melancholy, a reminder people who probably did mundane things they hated or felt bored by and now that where gone. If only he has his spray cans, then he could just express th-

Thames ducked as fast as he could as something whistled above his head slamming into the windows beside him.

CRACK

SHATTER.

"Of Course" Thames cursed under his breath, the creatures had outfitted him with a Mech Suit and Power Armor, they had augmented his body and gave him a buttload of weapons. And there was the words about a mission that had shown on his visor.

Of course those Fly looking fucks had sent him to fight some shit. He couldn't believe he hadn't come to that conclusion sooner.

And the Landing and Breaking out of the pod had made plenty of noise, surely drawing the attention of multiple of the monsters he was supposed to kill to his location.

Like a sick joke, or maybe the armor had read his thoughts, another set of words flickered into his vision.

CONTACT HAS BEEN MADE WITH ENEMY

OPERATION: EXTERMINATE ALL MONSTERS.