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Hanar grinned, not like a man, but like an ape from yore, a grin that usually precedes bloodshed. The old mercenary in him was clawing up to the surface. "Sounds like a problem that you lot officially cannot handle yourselves- but presumably now- presumably, someone from outside of the political sphere, someone not unlike myself, could take care of such problems. In exchange for favors and material wealth of course. Coincidentally I need to collect combat data on my bird, but those things have nothing to do with each other."

"Earth, you know, where humanity came from.. well it got nuked to shit 200 years ago and my wife is working on rebuilding things to a pre war level, and eventually colonize the stars, but we didn't expect to find other humans there and- wait, these guys, PACT, are they like some sort of bad guys? Also since this is a neutral planet, who do I go to to build rapport with important political entities?"

A blue and silver arm took hold of the tail, unharmed by the crackling electricty, eyes glowing like two suns as Perun held the mechasaur in place with its mighty glacier like strength. Perun raises its arm into the air and brings the axe down like a vengeful god of the north. "Kill" A deep, thickly accented voice rumbled in the Great Mazinger's radio comms. He was giving the Great the oppprtunity to strike.

“Heh. Alright. That's a relief. Zetans would've just blasted me. Be seeing you guys in a minute.” It was, frankly, an enormous mech. 23 meters tall and armed to the teeth. Yellow, black, and red, and sporting a grinning skull with wings for a face. Its armaments showed that despite its current use as a spaceship, it was armed with very powerful weaponry. Behind it was a big metal container almost the same size as it. The Thunderbird Mk 2.X came into the dock, its head having to hunch down to fit inside. Boosters on the container also helped plop it down on the dock. In order to respect the Cerans, he shut off targeting systems and locked weapons. The front of the Tactical Space Fighter slid open like a cabinet and at the lip of the Control Unit stood a massive slab of meat of a man as solidly built and rugged as the machine he piloted. He lept down, an enormous pistol hung from his waist but his demeanor was warm enough. “Howdy. I'm the Major. Nice to meet you.” He said...

“I'll be home in no time.” Those were the words Major Hanar McKallister told his wife the last time she saw her, right after she whispered in his ear that she was pregnant. Before Thunderbird made its way out to the stars, before he was put into a hibernetic state to save resources, before Thunderbird and its cargo fell through a wormhole and found itself floating through space, past worlds that none of the starmaps uploaded into the TB’s knowledge database knew. TeeBee, the primary Artificial Intelligence attempted to wake him up with a gentle sounding jingle and kindly words, but he only stirred even as stimulants like caffeine were being pumped directly into his blood from his Fortified Suit. “Master McKallister, it's been 5 and a half months! Wakey wakey! It's time for you to get up and seize the day.” It took the secondary AI, BeeTee, to force him to truly awaken by blasting Swing music at maximum volume through the earpiece of his suit. Hanar jerked forward in his cockpit...

"Holy shit!" He cried out. The Great Hero of Justice, as much as the super powered crook hated that self righteous title, was doing pretty well. "Hell yeah. Teach them to fear the storm." He called. "They just don't give up. Hero of Justice we got more company!" Hanar tried to summon another thunderstorm, but these missiles were denser and tougher than the ones before, and some of them struck his bird, causing it to screech as sparks dropped like blood from the robotic avian. "Shit! He got some good hits. Perun! Take out that ground artillery." A click on the other end of his comms indidcated the target got his order. The snow on the side of one of the mountains shifted and shuddered, before it fell down in an avalanche. A metal humanoid's eyes glow to life as its arm punches through the ice and lumbers forth, a metal warrior with an ax and a mission. Cerulean Perun begins to build up speed, sprinting until it comes face to face with the monster that came from the ground...

Hanar McKallister saw the earth itself open and belch missiles to attack the groups, and those missiles themselves split into smaller projectiles. Others would freeze in place when presented with a seemingly unwinnable situation but instead the mercenary in magic armor howled his laughter across the radio waves. “You reptile fucks are even stupider than I imagined. Did I not already tell you I am in command of the mighty Thunderbird! Don’t you dare sully the skies, my sacred domain, with your bitch ass missiles. I call on the thunder and the lightning! I run shit here. HAH!” The enormous red Zord stretched its wings, which shot out a hundred lightning bolts against the swarm of munitions, the electricity courses between bullets like a chain made of lightning. The artificial thunderstorm prematurely detonates all but a handful of the projectiles headed his way, which pepper the metallic hide of the Thunderbird. “Shit! Can’t get them all I guess. Black Zord, good hit on those...

"You'll find that moments like the one that just transpired make the price of our fees quite worth it." McKallister emphasized the plural pronouns to let it be known to their clients and allies that he was just the one of a four man band of magitech enhanced warriors with their own quartet of marvelous mechanical superweapons. Crimson Thunderbird emerged from the pile of reddening snow, pterosaur guts and cybernetic pieces that was once a mechasaur. It cried out and shook its mechanical wings, generating some gusts that whistled between mountain peaks as it began to take flight once more, firing its lasers in an arc, trying to shoot down another one of the flying dinos. Bolts of lightning shoot between and past the pterosaurs as Thunderbird began to climb the air. A thundering whinny, like that of a horse joined it. A giant yellow equine mech with wings, itself firing a laser battery at the wing formation with its drill lance. "Pegasus! So nice of you to join us. Let's roast...

The mechasaurs flew off on their own ways, whatever their plans are unknown to the heroes and airmen of the base. One remained, and it made its way to the convoy of military personnel and their hardware. The beast screeched and glided ever closer by the second, until a shadow consumed the back of the mechasaur. Another screech, this one different, more predatory sounded in the sky. The clouds above gathered and grayed the morning sky. The clouds rumbled as they swole. Scarlet bolts of lightning flashed across the sky, licking the peaks of the Alps. The Thunderbird came down from the clouds, screaming bloody murder. The giant red and brazen mechanical sky god dive bombed the cybernetic creature. "That's how we do it. Down boy!" The operator said, the arrogant mercenary who first arrived earlier last night said within the comms. His machine was almost twice the size of the mechasaur, and it resembled a raptor, tumbling through the sky with a flying pteranodon in its claws...

"That isn't good." Hanar muttered. "Alright ladies and gentleman, looks like we'll have to suit back up already once more. Everyone got their morphguns ready? Let's go." "TEMPEST WARRIORS, STORM OUT!" He shouted and spun the high tech looking pistol in his hand, crossing it across his chest before he pointed it straight upwards and pulled the trigger. A bolt of crimson lightning shot down and now in his place stood an armored colorful warrior with a bronze grinning face and shiny red plate. "THUNDER RED!" "BLUE LIGHTNING!" "YELLOW WIND!" "ROSE SPRING!" Now all four of them were clad in similar outfits. The group sprinted back to their machines which were clearly excited by all the commotion and alarms. The group leaped superhumanly high and entered their respective vehicles. Plumes of colored smoke rose behind them as the group of animalistic mechsuits posed dramatically.

"Thats good! I mean for us, not for you guys. That means work is guaranteed! We're in the business of beating shit up and war is always good for our bottom line" He bellowed as his comrades nodded and gave each other high fives of affirmation. "Alright, now I don't know if you're the one in charge or just some grunt menial, but we can discuss payment later. I'll show you all I'm a nice guy by letting you have the first engagement for a reduced fee. How's 15,500- What was the leading currency on earth again Darce? American?- Yeah 15,500 American dollars will do. Half our fee for a battle. That's just on a case by case basis. for 125 an hour, each by the way, we can stick around for as long as you'd like." "If the shit is as bad as you fellas say it is- I don't think any price is too high. Were I in your shoes-" Hanar added poking the man's chest, "I would take up that most generous offer from these fine folks." He said gesturing to his team, dressed in a strange mix of metal hard...

"Damn. Something really banged up their base. Hmmm- maybe we should've been morphed when we arrived." Hanar said turning back to his crew. "Here comes the welcoming committee." D'Arcy Beaumont added, reaching into her coat for a weapon before Hanar pushed her hand out. "I got this D'Arcy- I'm a professional." "We all are, crétin." "I don't know what salad has to do with anything- ah here he is. He must be the boss around here." "Hey! That accent is kinda familiar. I think my Bringenburgen is a little rusty but it looks like we're someplace like that. I think the one on Earth is called Jerminny or something like that. Uhhhh Kannst du mich in eine neue Technologiestadt mitnehmen? Wir sind what was the crowndamned word? für Aktivitäten da, die wir nicht offiziell mit Ihnen teilen müssen. Yeah I think that was it." "So that's what did this? Scaly fucks? Like reptile monsters? That sounds like something up our alley- however we're not here for that. Any fighting we do isn't...

Clouds gathered up above not unlike the ones conjured by the Mazinger unit from before. Thunder cracks and rain pours as an ear shattering shriek echoes throughout the mountain range. Through the lightning a giant four winged bird casts a shadow on the ruined base, followed by that the image of winged Pegasus glides down and their two humanoid companions. four mechanical titans descend on a battle marked tarmac in shades of red, blue, yellow, and pink. A bolt of lightning touches down and in its smoldering crater stood four human beings dressed in battle attire that matched the colors of their mecha. The one who stood in front as the leader in red wasn't the tallest or most muscular among them but he was still large by the standards of most people nonetheless and he had his scarred muscular arms crossed over his chest. "Well-" the man in red said, "I don't think this is Newtech City." "You think?" a one eyed suntanned woman with chestnut brown hair said as she slapped the...