âMore, more...Darken the sky, my children. Â Drown this city in the drone of a million wings. Â Make your song the beat that the fallen march to.â, Â Called Blast Hornet from atop the Death Rogumer. Â His Buster spraying waves of his token Parasite Bombs in rapid succession as the 7th Air Cavalry rushes his position, only to be met by a plague of mechanical wasps latching onto them, injecting the Limited into their systems and then exploding. Â The buffet of B-Blader rotors accompanying the deafening buzz of the swarm. Â Accentuated by the sound of rapid gunfire and explosions as the mechaniloids open fire on the Hunterâs approaching air cavalry. Â Reploids falling from the sky like rag dolls only to replaced by new squadrons as they desperately try to cut a swathe through the chaotic swarm surrounding the airship.
 On the surface the march of mavericks moves against Hunter infantry.  The Victoroids acting as a offensive phalanx as Headgunners, basically walking artillery, rain mortar shells and missiles upon the enemy.  The mechaniloid  Maoh the Giant silently hangs overhead.  Its massive flail-like arms smashing down into the concrete streets behind the Hunterâs defensive line, crushing vehicles, buildings and any reploid brave enough to wield anything larger than a standard buster under their massive weight.
 Sting Chameleon couldnât help but chuckle quietly from his vantage point far above the battle.  His eyes twitching around excitedly as he appraises the carnage wrought by the all-out assault on Abel City.  He wouldnât be surprised if this ramshackle offensive winds up as a decisive victory.  Complacency has made the Hunters unready for such a large scale invasion.  He quickly opens up communication to iX, âLord Ikusu, the assault goes well.  Their response to our ground forces are pathetic at best.â  He pauses as his left eye turned skyward and noticed the Hunters and their proud struggle against Blast Hornet and his taskforce.  He was late, he should have already advanced onto the enemy HQ. What could be keeping him?  âMy Lord, it seems the Horneck unit has stalled.  The enemy is pressing hard against the Rogumer and he has yet to-â  he cringes as his master suddenly barks orders into his ear âY-yes, my lord...Of course, immediately!â  He gestures down to his ground forces as the massive Maoh turns its gaze to Hunter Base and starts to rapidly advance.  Sting Chameleon sighed with resignation at his commanded withdrawal before scaling down the side of his rooftop perch and cloaking as he started to advance towards the mighty airship Rogumer.
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iX paces back and forth in the archival room.  His hands clenched as the alarms blared.  âYou assured me the matter would be simple, Hyakulegger-L.  Donât make me regret dragging you and your teammateâs sad carcasses out of the scrap heap with the others.â  he barks at his companion, Magna Centipede.    The large Maverick continues to calmly input commands into the console despite his masterâs harassment.  âI understand your plight, Ikusu.  I too find our proximity to the enemy nerve-wracking.  Though your plan persists.  Be patient, my Lord.â, His tone cool and analytic.  He continues to feeds bad commands and uploading corrupt information into the terminal.  iX growls, âI know this, you fool.  I haven't lost sight of the larger image, iâm the one that composed it afterall.â  His boot taps impatiently onto the hard floor as he stared daggers into the only entrance to their part of the Hunter HQâs archives. Â
 The green Reploid growls with frustration âI swear, I can feel him coming.  every fiber of my being tells me soâŚâ  He looks down to his trembling hands, staring blankly before his expression quickly warps into a manic grin and he starts to laugh.  He turned to his refurbished servant  and smirks âThe anticipation is palpable.  My worldâs âXâ was a selfish fool who crumpled like tin in the end.  All of the information on this one suggests otherwise.  Heâs powerful, Hyaku, maybe even as much as I am.  I do so hope weâve set a good first impression with him.  Endangering innocent lives, spreading my new âvirusâ among his friends, rebuilding your sad-sacks...Should I have prepared some hammy speech as well?  Was that not  your last bossâ thing?â, He chuckled as he goaded the insectile underling.  Centipede sighed in annoyance, âI know not, Lord Ikusu.  I am only certain of the task youâve set in front of me and my envy over Blast Hornet being the one sent to confront Zero and avenge us, by your design.â    iX scoffs in derision at the Maverickâs words.  He should have picked less taciturn assistance for this mission.
 iX winces as his communicator suddenly activates âWhat is it?â,  He commands to the voice playing in his head. âGood Chameleao, Withdraw back to the Rogumer and...Wait, what do you mean they are keeping Horneck in check?â  his brow furrows as he further considered the status update.  âNo, I donât care!  Redirect Maoh to Hunter Base and tell that bee-brained imbecile to take what can be spared and push forward.  I will not have him spoil my plan.  Now return to the ship and debrief Eagleed immediately,  He too needs to be ready to act when its his time...â  He turns to Centipede and yells âYou waste of circuitry, what is taking so long?!â  Centipede sighs again, âMaverick Wars archives 80% loaded. Compromising communications and security systems being met with considerable resistance.  Though, the door is still hold-â The Mavericks words were cut short as the security lock-down on the archives is suddenly lifted from the outside.
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