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COMMENCING LOG
- GSR has responded.
- Suspected Delta unit (perhaps special forces, or high ranking trooper) has entered vicinity.
- ACTION LEVEL: 5
- THREAT LEVEL: 1 -> 2 (Low)
"Affirmative. We are landing now."
The ship descends into the atmosphere, slowly, but surely. It manoeuvres around to a spot that it can drop its cargo, kicking up dust and rocks in the process. As the landing gear reaches out to the ground, the box in the bottom centre of the Control Ship lowers down, as a door opens and a rack of 5, gleaming robots pierces out.
The front robot is the first to disconnect from the rack, uncurling into its full shape. A couple of panels on his wrist and shoulder turn on, turning yellow as his designation lights up.
Merely a number, but to him, it was his name. It meant nothing to everyone else, but everything to him. The feeling he had when he remembered his name, his designation, his code, was indescribable.
Four other robots uncurled, but their panels glow white, each showing their designations. A single panel on their chest shows their commanding officer is CP-012. They each produce a rifle, which is connected to the ammo storage on the side of their torso by a complex system of wires and pipes. A couple of them check their shields can work, then CP-012 turns to face the other robots, his comrades.
"Let's move."
The group march off, towards the source of the transmission. They're about a kilometer away, give or take, but they move fast. It shouldn't take long for them to reach the source.