crimson

a solitary craft resembling a mecha, red in colour has been observed making
approaches on our ships. easily fended off without much effort. however, its
speed must be noted. very quick over both long and short distances. lateral
speed also impressive. no long range weaponry seen. uncertain on the presence
of short range weaponry.

the same craft no identified as the red mech was seen again. fended off with ease
once more. but there was something different about its movements this time. almost
as if it was testing, teasing out our fire patterns, identifying gun placements.
please ensure all crews are made aware of this.

the red mecha hasn’t shown for weeks now. all crews still reminded to watch for
unidentified craft, and to maintain eternal vigilance. after the incidents, our
presence here may still be met with resentment.

the red mecha reappeared. it appeared to possess a complete understanding of our
gun placements and fire patterns. the ease with which it evaded our laser streams
was alarming. its speed is maintained even during evasive maneuvers. two crusiers
and a transport wholly destroyed. one ship escaped but upon return, the damage
sustained resulted in decommissioning. its armament seems to be two beam sword,
based on the vast marks left on the ship. further information as available.
all future missions from here on in will have escort accompaniment.
all crews to maintain high alert regardless.

no sign of the red mecha since the being of escort squads. all pilots please
maintain eternal vigilance. this lull resembles patterns seen previously.

~~~

account from pilot 5578.
“all systems were nominal. vigilance was a constant. we noticed movement on
the scanners. but…but…the straight line speed…like a streaking comet.
it just crashed right on through the cruiser. moments later the back end exploded
and fire consumed the rest. squad leader told the other ships to fly on ahead.

it, they…i’m assuming it has a pilot…it has the same build as our mecha but its
armour…looked biological…like our inner frames, but with biological armour…
however that would come to be…about twenty metres tall, at a guess…has intelligence. it, they…i’ll go with it, it knew how to use the carcass of the cruiser as cover. zipping in and out, the angles it took. almost completely neutralized our beam rifles. johanson never had a chance. it shifted between the beam rifle shots before delivering a swift, clean kick to the midriff before arcing its beam blade…it looked like that…through and across the mechs chest. it was over before it began.

two other mechs fell quickly. no time to ready close quarter weapons. it seemed like
it could phase…bend light around its body for a few seconds at a time. those two
barely saw it coming. no escape pods seen.

commander was the best we had…it just toyed with him. almost like it let him live
as long as it pleased…then with two quick strokes his arms where gone, soon followed
by the rest of his body.

i ran. seeing bits of my teammates just floating there i couldn’t take it. court
martial me. anything so i don’t see that thing again. you’d better have a plan for
it, or else its appearance alone will win battles for it. it’ll become legend.

pilot 5578 stopped responding soon after.
no court martial due to testimony. reassigned to admin work upon return.

~~~

five blue and white mechs floating through space.
then along comes on red mecha.
and then there were no blue and white mechs
floating through space.

spent all of yesterday
trying to gun down a
red shadow
just to see my comrades die.
why?

the crimson knight. the red terror.
we speak of it in hushed tones.
some of us see it as our end.
some of us mythologize it as our saviour.
the crimson knight. the red terror.
givin’ the way this war is going
guess we’ll find out either way.
but…many of us won’t see that day.

the crimson knight. the gunfire begins anew. but…
the bullets arrive where it was, never where it is.
grand blazing sword slides through mechs.
imbued with serene grace.
this isn’t combat. It’s not war.
it’s the concept of zen,
soaked and boiled in ultra violence.

found in various pilots notebooks.

~~~

part of something bigger. just test running a few things here. gundam references abound. and i recycled an earlier work:

https://kaneda18.wordpress.com/2014/02/22/azure-red/

the music listened to as i typed this up:

yuuhei again. awesomes.

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ruin

the world arranging mecha. its been spoken of.
mythologized. degenerated. reborn. denied. re-imagined. abandoned. brought back.
been killed for. been unified over.
made out as a destroyer. held up as a sign of hope.
and yet, it’s never been seen.
or heard.
never fitted one single description.
never having one single colour.
and yet,
everyone’s convinced that it’s out there.
under a city made in ruin
resting in a long ago valley that escaped everything.
it just needs find.
so it goes.

~~~

considered as the start of something. then i realised i’d just be aping god knows how many anime/manga. still, might try and do something with it.

music listened to as i typed this up:

video uploaded by user Ichi Rin

yay for silver forest.

fallen/remnants/lonesome/trailing/backwaters

a glance to the left. a glance to the right. there’s nothing showing
on the map. only ship in the sector.

a flicker on the map. not far now. heavy on the thrust. an azure trail
left by the burner glows bright, and brighter.

the docking station looks somewhat sturdy. the void and war have both
left their indelible marks. collapse and decay are prevalent here.

the innards visible from space. looks like navigation remains a possibility
though. seems empty enough. evac happened as protective fronts fell in succession.

quick tap of the wrist unit. takes seconds for the nanobot swarm to assemble
into the MSA-06 suit. bright red, gorgeous curves, no possibility left unguarded.

signs of life. nothing dangerous though. solitary cleaning droid fights the inevitable
decay. with a broom. i have to admire the unintended, unaware endeavour.

lift shafts and stairwells all sorts of collapsed. beyond the floating debris
the vast plain of space. beautiful. onwards though. work to do. thrusters working overtime.

some of the crew never left. space isopods the size of dogs render clean remains
cleaner still. crumpled photos provide evidence of better days before.

the MSA renders the command door a futile obstacle. station leader now isopod fodder.
picture of a bright, clear uniform with family. little time for sentiment.

red ring of a burner. looks like a small ship though, and passes by regardless.
ready for a battle if it came to that. evasion is always better though.

the blueprints passed through here. not long before the lines fell.
i’ll keep following the trail. in a moment though. the view demands admiring.

~~~

remnants of a distress signal. it’s where i need to be anyways.
probably not going to be as quiet as the last stop.

four raiding vessels. matching insignia. already there’s a great hole been
carved into the station. docking time saved there. thanks to that kind soul.

blood splattered military uniforms littering the gangways. shouting heard up
ahead, paired with shooting. this isn’t a rescue mission though. no sentiment.

that sound? a billion minuscule united in crumpling a mans rib cage.
the other sound? the same robots concaving the same mans face.

giant hole aside the structure seems more or less intact. internal systems seem
to have stabilised the gravity. aside from the sentry i’m staying out of trouble.

the crew must have been caught unawares. bodies appearing more frequently.
with fleets spread ships can’t be assigned to faraway space.

three shot bursts. the rifle adjusts for the opponents next moves. probability based.
comes in handy. no kill shots. lets see who has information.

knowing where the hostiles are located means for a safe navigation. knowing where
the data banks are makes for a quicker navigation. still, kill shots when necessary.

command centre ravaged. people in parts. data points in many, many bits.
lucky if the plans are still here, or even traceable.

the one place that isn’t a wreck. the blueprints left here just
after the distress signal. onwards.

whoever’s left can have whatever’s left. i need to move fast now.
too soon to think about getting paid now.

~~~

i’d be feeling lonesome if not for the fleetful of ships behind me. i’ll
exit light speed first but still, we may be looking for the same thing. great.

those space stations aren’t worth checking. no point in being on board
when those ships start on deconstructing them.

flying low flying fast. touching the treetops. not giving the anti-aircraft
fire any chances. touch down in a nearby valley. work beckons.

sending the blueprints through backwater routes didn’t work. guess they’re
just jamming them under tonnes of steel and concrete now. worth a try.

every section seems to be on alert. a lot of manpower. a lot of tech.
i can’t take this place on my own. but, wait for it. wait for it.

little flickers all over the sky, blossom into long shimmering arcs. whistling
fills the jungle air. dark grey pods smash into concrete. armours ready. go time.

a whirring sound, then mech units and soldiers pour out. 20 metres of metal suited
fury. slide down the hill, rocket jump the wall. remember, confusion is my friend.

it’s all gone batshit. running under great mechanized legs. bodies everywhere.
a mech all tumbled and broken. at least no ones focusing on me.

the entrance was heavily guarded. now there are many entrances.
and by entrances i mean glorified holes.

inside there’s soldiers running around, defending rabidly. just keeping my head down.
things are in a process of falling down. but the core seems intact. for now.

get to that core. that’s where the blueprints are being held. any attempt to send them
elsewhere will now be fruitless. that’s in my favour, if not a lot else.

~~~

beam rifle fire rattles through the corridors. bodies barring different insignia
slump against walls, rest on the floor. must be a quieter route.

empty rooms. damaged equipment. i can hear the outer layers coming apart.
and the echo of footsteps heavy.

“hey, commander says that every sold – wait, you’re n – ”
keep distractions to a minimum. non – existent if possible.

got it. got it. got it. S.I.E.18 blueprints. now, to root through dead mens
item kits. i have my reasons. some of them must have explosive things.

all the data stuff is rigged up. found a safe distance. and detonate. no trace
of my being here. lets hope that those heavy footsteps sounded out the blast.

putting a man through a wall reveals no exit. damn maze.
a mecha coming through the wall. that does.

running up the metal arm. over the vast shoulders. down the trailing arm.
the base below now a fire pit. a good time to kick on the thrusters.

traverse this other mechas arm. hold still dammit. back of the head a blind spot, and
finally climb down the back. and run. like it was the only thing i was born to do.

the noise is horrendous. the smoke thick, and thicker. seems like the mechas are
triumphing. but really, i have little idea of the happenings behind me.

nights fallen. lights splinter on the trees. someones combing the forest for
survivors. keeping low til the morn. just hope no one finds the ship.

flying high flying fast. everyone’s too busy mopping up and or fighting back.
now just to clear the light year thick fleet that’s out there.

~~~

with a blockade like this standard military protocol can range from capture
to firing upon any ship trying to leave the area.

i’m in the only ship leaving. the ruins of a cruiser drift on by. deep joy.
laser marked every which way. i’m telling myself smaller targets are harder to hit.

barrel rolls. and more. there’s plenty guns here. i really should have set
the light speed co-ordinates before leaving, cause multi tasking is a tricky thing.

this is no good. the shield cannot function indefinitely and a crippling blow
is inevitable at some point. damn law of averages. pretty laser show though.

in amongst though, they cannot fire lest they risk crippling themselves.
just like zipping through the canyons back home. just rendered in metal over stone.

bouncing from ship to ship i can see open space becoming close, and closer.
flying low flying fast. not long till the jump now.

everything slows. the stars stretch. stretch longer still. and like that, i can see
the derelict space station again. halfway home now.

two sectors clear. for the first time in a long time i can just let the ship drift.
space is a beautiful place, all lost in starlight.

touchdown. armour up. just in case. credits come first, then the blue prints.
not my usual clients. explorers, classifiers of faraway fauna.

a lot of trouble for engine blueprints. overheard the words no more fuel in passing.
if that’s true, a great many people would be after that.

payday is a good day. always followed by the hiding days. people can get angry.
just one burner out in space, heading towards the backwaters. for a little while.

~~~

all in one place.

music listened as i put this together:

breaking madden is love breaking madden is life.

backwaters

with a blockade like this standard military protocol can range from capture
to firing upon any ship trying to leave the area.

i’m in the only ship leaving. the ruins of a cruiser drift on by. deep joy.
laser marked every which way. i’m telling myself smaller targets are harder to hit.

barrel rolls. and more. there’s plenty guns here. i really should have set
the light speed co-ordinates before leaving, cause multi tasking is a tricky thing.

this is no good. the shield cannot function indefinitely and a crippling blow
is inevitable at some point. damn law of averages. pretty laser show though.

in amongst though, they cannot fire lest they risk crippling themselves.
just like zipping through the canyons back home. just rendered in metal over stone.

bouncing from ship to ship i can see open space becoming close, and closer.
flying low flying fast. not long till the jump now.

everything slows. the stars stretch. stretch longer still. and like that, i can see
the derelict space station again. halfway home now.

two sectors clear. for the first time in a long time i can just let the ship drift.
space is a beautiful place, all lost in starlight.

touchdown. armour up. just in case. credits come first, then the blue prints.
not my usual clients. explorers, classifiers of faraway fauna.

a lot of trouble for engine blueprints. overheard the words no more fuel in passing.
if that’s true, a great many people would be after that.

payday is a good day. always followed by the hiding days. people can get angry.
just one burner out in space, heading towards the backwaters. for a little while.

~~~

all finished up. been fun.

music listened to as i typed this up:

uploaded by user Jon Bois

breaking madden is happiness itself.

trailing

beam rifle fire rattles through the corridors. bodies barring different insignia
slump against walls, rest on the floor. must be a quieter route.

empty rooms. damaged equipment. i can hear the outer layers coming apart.
and the echo of footsteps heavy.

“hey, commander says that every sold – wait, you’re n – ”
keep distractions to a minimum. non – existent if possible.

got it. got it. got it. S.I.E.18 blueprints. now, to root through dead mens
item kits. i have my reasons. some of them must have explosive things.

all the data stuff is rigged up. found a safe distance. and detonate. no trace
of my being here. lets hope that those heavy footsteps sounded out the blast.

putting a man through a wall reveals no exit. damn maze.
a mecha coming through the wall. that does.

running up the metal arm. over the vast shoulders. down the trailing arm.
the base below now a fire pit. a good time to kick on the thrusters.

traverse this other mechas arm. hold still dammit. back of the head a blind spot, and
finally climb down the back. and run. like it was the only thing i was born to do.

the noise is horrendous. the smoke thick, and thicker. seems like the mechas are
triumphing. but really, i have little idea of the happenings behind me.

nights fallen. lights splinter on the trees. someones combing the forest for
survivors. keeping low til the morn. just hope no one finds the ship.

flying high flying fast. everyone’s too busy mopping up and or fighting back.
now just to clear the light year thick fleet that’s out there.

~~~

part 4. last part should be sorted out soon. giant robots make everything better. some gundam references too.

the music i listened to as i typed this up:

video uploaded by user GreenwichInTheSky

sound holic are always good.

lonesome

i’d be feeling lonesome if not for the fleetful of ships behind me. i’ll
exit light speed first but still, we may be looking for the same thing. great.

those space stations aren’t worth checking. no point in being on board
when those ships start on deconstructing them.

flying low flying fast. touching the treetops. not giving the anti-aircraft
fire any chances. touch down in a nearby valley. work beckons.

sending the blueprints through backwater routes didn’t work. guess they’re
just jamming them under tonnes of steel and concrete now. worth a try.

every section seems to be on alert. a lot of manpower. a lot of tech.
i can’t take this place on my own. but, wait for it. wait for it.

little flickers all over the sky, blossom into long shimmering arcs. whistling
fills the jungle air. dark grey pods smash into concrete. armours ready. go time.

a whirring sound, then mech units and soldiers pour out. 20 metres of metal suited
fury. slide down the hill, rocket jump the wall. remember, confusion is my friend.

it’s all gone batshit. running under great mechanized legs. bodies everywhere.
a mech all tumbled and broken. at least no ones focusing on me.

the entrance was heavily guarded. now there are many entrances.
and by entrances i mean glorified holes.

inside there’s soldiers running around, defending rabidly. just keeping my head down.
things are in a process of falling down. but the core seems intact. for now.

get to that core. that’s where the blueprints are being held. any attempt to send them
elsewhere will now be fruitless. that’s in my favour, if not a lot else.

~~~

two parts of this left. should have them done soon…ish.

music listened as i typed this up:

video uploaded by user Nitori Kappashiro

crest are a good listen.

trunk

the first snow tumbles down fine
the trees all empty the forest vast
branch laden air sheathed in silence
thin sheet of anonymity blocks the cold best it can
under the grey bound sky i see
leafen pyramids under the naked trees roll by
until one tree, spun in red twine
that stretches into forest deep.

the branches layered so thick
night and day have no meaning here
the red thread meanders through the trees
and i refuse to relinquish my curiosity
footsteps fallen to far to turn back now.
the thread finds another tree
tangles up with a blue thread
as they split and twist into deep forest space.

many threads on many branches looped, and looping
many colours suspended and spiraling off in multiple directions
in some places the thread so thick
i have to brush it away from my face
whoever did this, whenever they did this
is, are lost in this rainbowed twine
covering the innumerable great trunks
wrapped around the many wizened branches.

walking on the forest floor now impossible
so many layers deep the thread has become
tears and frays but refusing to break under footfall.
i climb, and climb high, and higher
patches of azure break right on through
the cold air follow in close behind
as the first stars arrive for nightfall
a treetop walk on rainbowed thread the only way forward.

Yuki_Shrine_-_giant_Sugi

~~~

i’ve been reading italo calvino again. invisible cities is a gorgeous book.

image found here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yorishiro

music listened to as i typed this up:

video uploaded by user AliceSeason678

it’s good. really good. artwork choice is brilliant too.

remnants

remnants of a distress signal. it’s where i need to be anyways.
probably not going to be as quiet as the last stop.

four raiding vessels. matching insignia. already there’s a great hole been
carved into the station. docking time saved there. thanks to that kind soul.

blood splattered military uniforms littering the gangways. shouting heard up
ahead, paired with shooting. this isn’t a rescue mission though. no sentiment.

that sound? a billion minuscule united in crumpling a mans rib cage.
the other sound? the same robots concaving the same mans face.

giant hole aside the structure seems more or less intact. internal systems seem
to have stabilised the gravity. aside from the sentry i’m staying out of trouble.

the crew must have been caught unawares. bodies appearing more frequently.
with fleets spread ships can’t be assigned to faraway space.

three shot bursts. the rifle adjusts for the opponents next moves. probability based.
comes in handy. no kill shots. lets see who has information.

knowing where the hostiles are located means for a safe navigation. knowing where
the data banks are makes for a quicker navigation. still, kill shots when necessary.

command centre ravaged. people in parts. data points in many, many bits.
lucky if the plans are still here, or even traceable.

the one place that isn’t a wreck. the blueprints left here just
after the distress signal. onwards.

whoever’s left can have whatever’s left. i need to move fast now.
too soon to think about getting paid now.

~~~

essentially a follow up to fallen. and maybe a prequel to vast.

music listened to as i typed this up:

video uploaded by user ABox

i love the internet.