Sev descended into CSCC, where an alarm was blaring.
"Sly, what's the situation?" Sev asked, removing his royal cape and affixing his metal arm to his body. He usually slept without the arm on, too uncomfortable.
"We're getting some major readings from Mars here sir, some kind of subterranean mining of a sort," Sly reported, pressing buttons and bringing up screens.
Sev looked at the visuals, an entire chunk of Mars was being lifted along with some kind of massive ship. He zoomed in on a small figure in the visual, it was Tiberius, creating some kind of vacuum to lift the ship up and out.
"Well, this is fantastic, and Tomoya's out in NYC getting Godknowswhat... MEN! TO YOUR STATIONS! I WANT B.E.R.S.E.R.K. SQUADRONS UP AND RUNNING YESTERDAY LADIES!" Sev yelled, inputting codes into his arm.
"I'll take this alone Frank, you take the Megas and get Tomoya from NYC," Sev said into the video transceiver on his arm. Frank nodded in agreement and dashed towards the hangar.
Some minutes later...
Sev walked along a line of gigantic men, shorter than him, but wider and physically more muscular. These were the pride of the Swedish Armed Forces, the Bastard Enforcing Radicals of Severin's Expansive Konquests, the B.E.R.S.E.R.K's. Six foot 8 tall, and 2 and a half feet long, these monsters were made of Odakabe Rebels and a few of Severin's own children. There were 10 officers in this total band of 66 men, a relatively small force, but the best Earth had yet seen. They carried the new laser-assault rifles, clawed gauntlets, a few grenades, and a welder was built into each of their wrists. Their armor was massive, heavy triple-layered combat armor with a jetpack and heavy helms with massive oxygen supplies, more than enough to survive in the cold of space.
"Men, you stand as Earth's First Defense against an enemy I've fought with in glorious combat," Sev started, walking the length of the line of men. He was donned in his normal Diamond-fused silver armor, but his right shoulder carried massive black spikes that glowered in the dimmed light of the hangar.
"I have been your Emperor for many years now, and though I am becoming more machine than man, do not think my human resolve towards fighting with honor and achieving glorious victory has lessened. I will be there with you on the battlefield, and if I do not come out alive, well... you know what to do," Sev glared at the tallest and thinnest of the BERSERKs, a strand of black hair creeped from under his helmet, and a gold light shimmered from the visor of his helmet. Sev's own eyepatch glowed gold, and the two stopped after a moment. Sev turned around to see Frank getting into Megas. He walked over, Battle Helmet in hand.
"Well hello there old friend," Sev chuckled. Frank chewed on his cigar then got down from climbing up the Megas. Frank grabbed his friend's hand and shook it hard.
"See you on the other side," Frank smirked, climbing back into the Megas. Sev sighed and put his helmet on, diamond swirling around him. He secured his helmet, and began to yell commands through the comm in each suit.
"Let's fly men," The BERSERKs and Sev took off, them with their jetpacks, him with a dimaond platform beneath him, into the sky, where Tiberius was waiting.
Frank looked up at the jet trails his comerades left behind and sped off to NYC.
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"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Tomoya, maybe you know him?" Megas held a small man in its fingers, and Frank was asking directions to where Tomoya was. Safe to say, not only did the man faint at the sight of a larger-than-life mech, but also soiled himself.
"Hm, maybe this'll work," Megas flew up to the top of the Empire State Building, opened its chest to reveal some HUGE speakers, and Frank grabbed a mic.
"TOMOYA, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Frank boomed loud enough for Pennsylvania to hear.
Tomoya's head jumped up, "I feel a disturbance in the force!"
