Red.
The color of this battle would be red, the woman decided.
With a massive roar of its powerful engines, dozens of cycles and hundreds of gears activating all at once, the great machine awoke. Its pilot, pressed bare inside the massive gelseat, started at full gear. "Asher, start-up sequence complete. Release first output barrier." In her calm, cold, demanding voice, the woman gave her commands to the machine.
Pushing a button on the side of a headpiece, wires sprouted out, fabrics and nanomachines forming together to envelop her slender frame in a suit. The wires soon attached themselves to various parts of the machine, letting out impulses that connected it to the pilot, her body now in complete control.
Moving her hand and activating several holo-screens throughout the cockpit, she activated her synesthesia implant. A nifty device; the chip in her brain would trade away smell and taste to give her three levels of sight. She could see infront of the machine, behind it, and all the screens and gauges at once. What marvels modern technology could do, she thought with a smile.
Brushing her silvery-blue hair back, a needle injected adrenaline straight into her neck, for increased performance in battle. As her heart rate rose, a little dial showed the exact beats in one of her fields of visions, while another screen fed the orders of the mission directly into mind. 'Kill all hostile targets; prevent any civilian casualties if possible.'
With the gelseat cockpit becoming one consistency to prevent too much shock to its pilot from the landing, the giant machine entered the atmosphere of the planet. Friction from its rapid descent caused flame, the air infront of it compressed and superheated enough to melt ordinary earth metals. Opening up from a ball to cause more resistance to slow the fall, boosters kicking in to ease the landing just that much more, the thing hit the city hard.
Quickly rolling from the impact crater, the pilot already targeted several enemies. Specially fitted custom energy-induced claws glowed with a bright, shimmering blue through the debris. As the smoke cleared, it revealed the true form of the war beast; large, mechanical, and animal-like. It appeared as a giant tiger, tail of reinforced titanium whipping behind it. Eyes blazing purple like its pilot, shoulders opening to reveal guided rockets inside its compartments, the machine was a sight to behold.
Smiling inside her seat, the young pilot was ready for destruction. "All invaders must die!" Was the signal she beamed as a transmission to all radios in the area, before leaping forward, dodging metal-eating bullets and missiles from enemy craft. Basic, generic, everyday mecha stood no chance against her. Slicing through their armor like it was paper, filling the air with the horrid sound of metal ripping into shreds, she destroyed. One enemy after another, in the flash of an eye; they were all cut down. A trail of explosions, fire, craters, and collapsing buildings followed the war goddess as she dutifully completed her mission.
Damn, she loved being a soldier, she thought, looking back at the wreckage left behind.
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