Homo ex Machina

"...Grenades; check. Static Pistol; check. Boreloader; check."

Nova sat cross legged with her supplies fanned out before her, a plasma lamp illuminating her surroundings with a dull blue light. Her silver thermal optic poncho rippled as she reached out and picked up her standard issue Boreloader rifle. She slid a new magazine into the weapon and laid it across her lap. Her shoulder-length red hair danced around her neckline along with the goggles resting over her collar as she replaced the rectangular rifle to the ground.

"Check list complete." She said. "We're ready, AL." Lines of text scrolled over her bright blue eyes. "Right." She nodded. "We're ready."

She looked up, the bright orange moon hung in the sky, taking up most of the horizon. Streams of bright, luminescent green and yellow streaked the endless abyss of stars above a vast and verdant forest that lay below the cliff Nova sat upon. A few random towers and buildings emerged from the sea of trees as a silver river cut through them.

Nova looked back up, noticing the black spots in front of the moon. More text scrolled across her eyes and she put on her goggles. Through a grid-like screen she watched the black dots grow as AL zoomed in on them. They were ships, stolen barges turned warship that belonged to the Inquesta.

More text scrolled over her eyes and she nodded. "They're right on time." She smiled. "Leave it to Inquesta agents to stick to a compromised schedule."

She removed her goggles and stood as bright red streaks appeared in the distant sky, signs of life boats descending through the atmosphere. She quickly and efficiently packed away her supplies, she holstered her Static Pistol and slung her Boreloader over her shoulder.

"Alright, AL," She began, "Let's hunt."

She picked up the plasma lamp and turned it off, flooding her with darkness. The whir of gears and mechanics filled her ears as a few dim lights appeared in the corner of her vision. Her towering mech rose to it's feet, hefting it's massive machine gun and she could smell the ozone from the jets on its feet and back as they flared to life.

The game was on.