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[typhon05-blog]

The Red Lady

Someone harms one of Re’s children. Some pack of mewling soft selfish scavenging, scrapping rats and their loud scratching spiderling so-called rivals. They dare? They dare scratch metal that can protect their short, easily-crushed lives for a chance of something as material gain or what, vengeance?

Ha! 

They will not know vengeance. They do not know vengeance if they clasp wrists with the Spiders that crawl and infest Earth in their greedy marauding. No, they will taste Vengeance. 

Sekhmet-03 reminiscence and seethed under her calm facade. The balance of their once lacking appreciation to Human gender preference. An Exo once upon a time did not care about such things, it wasn’t required nor of nessecary to a unit made to kill. It only served to differing unit body types and their former creators’ instinctive labeling no doubt. However, as her rage boiled and caressed her circuits, the fire of her inspiration growled. 

Sekhmet-03 is a huntress. A lioness who’s favoured prey was the evil that terrorizes Humanity’s existence, even if she finds the creatures to be wanting. This was another example of their self-destruction, but RE commands her to protect and she does.

Brushing by the civilians who did not have the sense to move in her unrelenting stride. 

“Ka of mine, come to me.” She invoked and in a flow of transmitting light, a soft brown Ghost speckled of white stardust appeared with a blink of its optic.

::What is your call, Lady of Red?:: The Ghost questioned, a feminine eerie voice flowing. The title made the lioness-like Gunslinger lick her jowls with a serrated tongue. “Transmit us to my ship, I need a moment of clarity and hunter’s eye.” ::As you wish. Transmitting.::

One moment they were pushing through the hospital, the hooded exo looked at a pair of fellow before she melted away like a spectre released from this world.

Blinking once, Sekhmet found herself in her modified JS/T Uncomfortable Silence Blinking Cry. Servos grasping controls, she reviewed her given details, and let her programming devour her senses.

<<::PROGRAM SEKHMET ACTIVATED::>>

[typhon05-blog]

Red Day

The small hill of rubble shifted. One piece of concrete rolled off before a hand punched itself free. Its metallic claws curled and grabbed, pulling a buried Typhon from his would-be tomb. His ruined jacket fluttering its torn tail in the dead wind, horned head swiveled in dawning confusion.

Ruins.

The City was in ruin and the Cabal was patrolling the bloody skies. The Traveler itself bleeding.

Inhaling deep, Typhon reared and unleashed a vengeful, hateful cry to the air. He could feel himself embrace the True Iron within, wanting to break from its cage. However, a nihilistic despair crept into a replacement. That flair of dramatic energy gone, only to have the Exo crumble against the bits of City under his hands. Among the sound of different war and cries of the caught innocence, A sound caught his attention. Looking up to see an alien creature several feet away in the smokescreen; twice the size of a dog with hard red hide and armor. Its toothy maw looked like it a constant smile.

Its eyes fell right on him. They both knew the other was an enemy. However, Typhon didn’t fight. He just bowed his head in acceptance, opening that the Cabal war-dog had no opposition to decline. Sprinting with its maw glistening in the desire to kill. Drawing closer and right behind it was three others.

The first leaped with a bloodthirsty cry and unhinging jaw of teeth. Death coming for the Exo. Only for it to jerk and its whole body flew over Typhon’s shoulder into a crumbled heap. This alarmed the others to immediately take another direction, but only left them open to one clean shot through the plating and another ripped apart by machine gun ammunition. 

“We can’t have you go again, Ty.” 

His head turned to see Sekhmet-03 and Horus-09, the two stepping through the smoke. The lion-headed huntress fixing a new round into her sniper rifle while the falcon-helmed Voidwalker waved his machine gun once with its barrel still rolling. His lunar optic glaring at the other before speaking in an airy breath. 

“The Sun is setting. Serpent dwells, it is your duty to protect the prow. Grab your spear or fall evermore.”

In that one phrase, Typhon lifted his head to the Traveler and the Enemy around it. “Ka.” “Yes, Guardian.” The Ghost answered, transmitting the Exo’s was maul into his clasping hand.

Stamping the bladed tip on the ground, the Titan rose with his armor replacing his clothes. The Vaults were destroyed, thankfully he still had one armor set left. His dark plate wrapping his form. The Martian wind-ripped mark fluttering like a tail and his head masked by the long snout of his doggish helm. The glaring optics flaring in connection to the rest of his power armor.

“To battle!”