Post action report, 35th company, Charlie Lance Timestamp 53:56 to 58:00
"-settled in to wait for the field tech team to arrive and salvage what they could. Must have been... Ten, maybe fifteen minutes before the Flashman appeared."
"Describe the unit, son."
"Sir, I..."
"Take your time, son. This is important."
"Viro noticed it first. Flashman 8K, all black with no insignia. It... It shoved a Trebuchet off of itself and stood up. No reactor activity, no heat and... It had a hole blasted straight through the chest, sir. Had to be a heavy PPC or AC20 round. I saw the sunset shining right through."
"Battle fatigue can play tricks on the best of us, son. It could have been-"
"Sir! I know what I saw! That mech was dead! Wasn't even enough space for an XL engine, let alone a standard! It was cored!"
"Calm down, lieutenant."
"S-sorry, sir."
"What happened next?"
"My lancemates were reporting sudden contacts all around and I gave the order to engage. I hit the damn thing a half dozen times with autocannon fire, but it didn't even slow it down! AC10 slugs punched right through it like it was made of butter, but it didn't die! I put one round right into the cockpit! It didn't matter! Nothing we did mattered! It smiled at me and wouldn't die and everything was dark and the radio was screaming and it was so dark! It wouldn't die!"
