Frank was tearing across the open sky when the radio crackled.
"...Wha...ou...ou're...oing Frank? You shouldn't have left the base without Miss Glados or Sir Justin's permission. Please return before you do something stupid."
Megas turned around to face Zechs, arms open, and hugged Epyon, the mech boomed in a very loud, deep, metallic voice, "I'M GOING TO DISNEYLAND!" and flew off.
Zechs scowled, Frank was an idiot, but Miss Glados and Sir Justin would chew him out for not keeping Frank under control. Zechs proceeded to follow Megas again.
Frank looked up, the lights were bleeping faster and faster.
"Whatever that ship was, it's close," Frank thought, calibrating Megas' weapons. Suddenly the alarm system went off, "EIIORR EIIIORR, COLLISION IMMINENT, REPEAT, COLLISION IMMINENT."
"Would you shut up? I can't see anythi-" Frank started, but was interrupted with a head-on collision with THE AIR. Frank sat back, amused.
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Ship Peon 1 noticed something on the radar, a small blip had hit the ship. "Captain? Something has collided with us, bigger than usual, and metal." Alice looked at a monitor, "Bring it up on screen!" The monitor turned on, showing the antics of Megas as it attempted to enter the massive Invisibal Whatchamacallit with TNT, fists, pleading, and the word of Jesus Christ. Alice quickly realized who this was, the other mech that appeared in the Battle Cruiser battle!
"To your stations! We've got a bug on the windshield, and I need some god-damn wipers," Alice commanded.
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Frank closed his eyes and clenched his fists. Purple light shot from his camera into the AIR, and vanished. Inside the ship, two squadrons of crew mercs approached the hull space where Megas was hovering. A purple light encircled four of the 10 men, causing them to cough, hack, bleed, defecate, and collapse.
"Jesus Christ! Check those guys out! Medic!" the others cried as Medics came to examine the bodies, "Get back from the hull! Get back!"
The medics were shocked, the bodies of the fallen were covered with pulsing sores, oozing pus, some of their eyes decayed and one's jaw completely disintegrated. One medic turned around to face the other mercs, "You guys aren't going to belie-" The corpse he was crouched over shot its head up and snatched the medic in its mouth, chewing on its head. The mercs stood, terrified, as the other corpses rose and attacked the medics. The mercs opened fire, but when the dust settled, six corpses roared and sprinted at the mercs, eyes glazed over with white, teeth broken, claws sharpened, and stomachs hungry for one thing...
BRAINS.