Combat

"I'll do what it takes to prove I'm ready to take on Earth," you say.

The woman in the middle smiles. "Thats the spirit! Zafra, I leave him to you." She and Richter turn on their heels and head back inside, the woman turning to say over her shoulder "We'll be watching your performance from inside. Good luck". Then she goes inside, leaving you and Zafra alone. She grins like a wolf.

"Get in your Frame," she says. Her voice is chillingly beautiful, like a siren's song. "Go west outside the terraforming to the LEV graveyard. I'll be there soon." She turns without waiting for any questions and goes inside a door to the side of the main one that seems to lead to a downward staircase. Weird. You shrug and get back into Jehuty. The cockpit closes and ADA starts up.

[Ready for operation.]

"Do you know about a LEV graveyard around here?"

[Checking....there appears to be a large collection of non-functioning LEVs approximately 70 miles west from our current location.]

"Thats where we're headed."

[Roger.] Jehuty lifts off the ground into the air and takes off westward. You arrive there in a matter of seconds. You look down at the ground and find chunks of machinery, some recognizable as parts of LEVs, some not. A lot of them are in one of seven piles, higher than most buildings in your hometown and wider than a mid-size city. The rest are strewn about carelessly on the ground. Even though they're just machines, its a little bit eerie. Mars even seems more silent here somehow.

[This area was the location of a major battle. Many LEVs were destroyed, many pilots killed.]

"Welcome," says a distorted voice in your cockpit. Through the heavy distortion, you can still hear that chilling sound from Zafra before. You look around for her and find, directly behind you, her Frame. You dash backward to create some space and to get a better look at it. It looks like a skinny humanoid with a large protrusion on it's face and two vacant red eyes. Most of it is black with only it's upper arms and back of it's head a dull gray. "Shall we get started?" Her Frame stands upright with it's hands in front of it just in front of it's chest, moving fluidly but in no discernible pattern. You throw out Jehuty's sword and charge. Zafra dodges your swings gracefully and without wasted effort.

"Useless," she says.