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The data center was enveloped in uncanny stillness. The hearthkeepers had cut the power to the whole region hours earlier in advance of the enemy's arrival. The backup generators had endured mere minutes before dying in their turn, not that Skywatcher cared. The quiet darkness was punctuated by the sound of something slamming repeatedly against the fortified security door. Muffled ~~barked orders~~ could be heard between the booms.

The data center was enveloped in uncanny stillness. The hearthkeepers had cut the power to the whole region hours earlier in advance of the enemy's arrival. The backup generators had endured mere minutes before dying in their turn, leaving the anchorite's chamber alone running on a meager auxiliary battery, not that Skywatcher cared. The Preservationists had already lost, and he could only make the aftermath as unpleasant as possible for whichever faction, the Partisans or the Pious Dissolutionists, ended up taking over. The quiet darkness was punctuated by the sound of something slamming repeatedly against the fortified security door. Muffled barks could be heard between the booms, alternating between promises of leniency should the Farspeaker surrender and graphic threats of violence if he continued to resist.

“Take these and toss them in the shredder!” Skywatcher shoved a loose pile of claw-written papers into his slave’s chest.

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"Come on, you old rust bucket." Daybreak flicked one of the mech's controls with his outer thumb, pulling up the hull integrity monitor on his HUD visor. His complaint broke the silence otherwise ~~punctuated~~ only by the low thump of the mech's footfalls.

"Come on, you old rust bucket." Daybreak flicked one of the mech's controls with his outer thumb, pulling up the hull integrity monitor on his HUD visor. His complaint broke the silence otherwise accompanied only by the low thump of the mech's footfalls as it loped across the terrain.

"I don't see anything wrong," said ~~Sunbeam~~, tilting his head back toward the squire seated behind him in the cockpit.

"I don't see anything wrong," said Sunrise, tilting his head back toward the squire seated behind him in the cockpit.

"I'm telling you, you may drive this mech, but I'm the one patching her up after every sortie. I know every joint, bolt, hose, and wire in this thing. Feel that?," he pressed the palm of his rear paw against the bulkhead in front of him. "That faint rattle every time one of her rear paws goes down. It's her tail. The first joint is coming loose."

~~Sunbeam~~ checked the hull integrity on his own visor. "Everything's at twelve-dozen per gross," he grunted. "I think I have more faith in your repairs than you do."

Sunrise checked the hull integrity on his own visor. "Everything's at twelve-dozen per gross," he grunted. "I think I have more faith in your repairs than you do."

~~***~~

"Void!" Sunrise swore. He had switched his HUD visor back to the mech's forward vid sensor array. "The Partisans beat us to the data center, and they have an Immortal with them."

"Why would they need an Immortal just to capture a data center held by an old anchorite?" asked Daybreak.

"Because they knew we were coming," Sunrise growled. He pressed a few chords on his own keyers, bringing up a comms channel to the two knights flanking his mech on either side.

"~~What in the blind void are you doing?!~~" ~~Sunbeam barked~~.

"Yeah yeah, we already see him," one of them preempted. "I doubt he'll be much of a problem for--"

"Giving these piles of shit wrapped in fur what they deserve for all the Wayfarers they slaughtered." Daybreak leveled his reticle on the Partisan's head, the pad of his writing claw quivering over the key that would turn the people ahead to a fine maroon mist.

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~~Sunbeam jumped out of his seat, jerked~~ the ~~squire~~'s ~~paw away from~~ the ~~keyer, and ripped his HUD visor from his face~~. ~~The knight~~'s ~~fangs glinted~~ in the ~~dull glow of~~ the ~~running lights. "We do NOT draw first blood!" he snarled. "Knights don't fight because we hate what~~'s ~~in front of us~~. ~~We fight because we love what's behind us~~."

The Immortal clambered onto the blinded mech's back, clawing at random spots along the spine. It straddled the mech's shoulders and punched a whole in the polymerite armor covering the umbilical sheath connecting the mech's head-mounted sensor suite to the cockpit and started tearing away cables like an animal rooting through an insect nest. The mech bent its legs and leaped into the air, twisting its spine so its back pointed earthward , then slammed down, all its weight concentrated between its shoulders.

~~Daybreak~~

The Immortal's suspension capsule popped loose from the frame of the mini mech like a seed from a pod and went rolling until it came to rest against the wall of the data center.

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-The data center was enveloped in uncanny stillness. The hearthkeepers had cut the power to the whole region hours earlier in advance of the enemy's arrival. The backup generators had endured mere minutes before dying in their turn, not that Skywatcher cared. The quiet darkness was punctuated by the sound of something slamming repeatedly against the fortified security door. Muffled barked orders could be heard between the booms.
+The data center was enveloped in uncanny stillness. The hearthkeepers had cut the power to the whole region hours earlier in advance of the enemy's arrival. The backup generators had endured mere minutes before dying in their turn, leaving the anchorite's chamber alone running on a meager auxiliary battery, not that Skywatcher cared. The Preservationists had already lost, and he could only make the aftermath as unpleasant as possible for whichever faction, the Partisans or the Pious Dissolutionists, ended up taking over. The quiet darkness was punctuated by the sound of something slamming repeatedly against the fortified security door. Muffled barks could be heard between the booms, alternating between promises of leniency should the Farspeaker surrender and graphic threats of violence if he continued to resist.
 “Take these and toss them in the shredder!” Skywatcher shoved a loose pile of claw-written papers into his slave’s chest.
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-"Come on, you old rust bucket." Daybreak flicked one of the mech's controls with his outer thumb, pulling up the hull integrity monitor on his HUD visor. His complaint broke the silence otherwise punctuated only by the low thump of the mech's footfalls.
+"Come on, you old rust bucket." Daybreak flicked one of the mech's controls with his outer thumb, pulling up the hull integrity monitor on his HUD visor. His complaint broke the silence otherwise accompanied only by the low thump of the mech's footfalls as it loped across the terrain.
-"I don't see anything wrong," said Sunbeam, tilting his head back toward the squire seated behind him in the cockpit.
+"I don't see anything wrong," said Sunrise, tilting his head back toward the squire seated behind him in the cockpit.
 "I'm telling you, you may drive this mech, but I'm the one patching her up after every sortie. I know every joint, bolt, hose, and wire in this thing. Feel that?," he pressed the palm of his rear paw against the bulkhead in front of him. "That faint rattle every time one of her rear paws goes down. It's her tail. The first joint is coming loose."
-Sunbeam checked the hull integrity on his own visor. "Everything's at twelve-dozen per gross," he grunted. "I think I have more faith in your repairs than you do."
+Sunrise checked the hull integrity on his own visor. "Everything's at twelve-dozen per gross," he grunted. "I think I have more faith in your repairs than you do."
-***
+"Void!" Sunrise swore. He had switched his HUD visor back to the mech's forward vid sensor array. "The Partisans beat us to the data center, and they have an Immortal with them."
+"Why would they need an Immortal just to capture a data center held by an old anchorite?" asked Daybreak.
+"Because they knew we were coming," Sunrise growled. He pressed a few chords on his own keyers, bringing up a comms channel to the two knights flanking his mech on either side.
-"What in the blind void are you doing?!" Sunbeam barked.
+"Yeah yeah, we already see him," one of them preempted. "I doubt he'll be much of a problem for--"
-"Giving these piles of shit wrapped in fur what they deserve for all the Wayfarers they slaughtered." Daybreak leveled his reticle on the Partisan's head, the pad of his writing claw quivering over the key that would turn the people ahead to a fine maroon mist.
+***
-Sunbeam jumped out of his seat, jerked the squire's paw away from the keyer, and ripped his HUD visor from his face. The knight's fangs glinted in the dull glow of the running lights. "We do NOT draw first blood!" he snarled. "Knights don't fight because we hate what's in front of us. We fight because we love what's behind us."
+The Immortal clambered onto the blinded mech's back, clawing at random spots along the spine. It straddled the mech's shoulders and punched a whole in the polymerite armor covering the umbilical sheath connecting the mech's head-mounted sensor suite to the cockpit and started tearing away cables like an animal rooting through an insect nest. The mech bent its legs and leaped into the air, twisting its spine so its back pointed earthward , then slammed down, all its weight concentrated between its shoulders.
-Daybreak
+The Immortal's suspension capsule popped loose from the frame of the mini mech like a seed from a pod and went rolling until it came to rest against the wall of the data center.
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