I am Loud.
For as long as my core gives me power, I will be Loud. As my gears turn and lights flicker, I am Loud. The many little engines and people needed to live me to my bay, make my presence Loud. My large body and dense metals give my purpose power, and my purpose is Loud.
A Loud purpose, what I was made for and the artistry I give back to the world, I give it back in unending Noise. The rattling of casings hitting the ground, The hundreds of roaring thumps as my engine powers me causing a never ending scream as I remain still, the sound of metal tearing from metal as I open another of my kin for its pilot like a can filled by a single morsel of meat. This is my noise. It is the noise of war.
However, the way I am Loud is not defined by war or sound, to be Loud like I am is to be larger then buildings, is to stand stronger then any support, is to be a thing of awe in size and in purpose, it is to be so complicated only generations of inventions could lead to me, it is to be gazed upon and held in the hearts of those who call me "saviour".
In these ways, I am Loud.
