Plano Ponto de Ignição

In a canyon deep within the wilderness, a dozen humanoid mechs used the barren ravine as cover, fiercely exchanging fire with their light cannons as they sought a chance to break through.

These mechs stood about thirty meters tall, perfectly shielded by the canyon’s rocky embrace.

The gray mechs were heavily armed, relentlessly bombarding the enemy.

The white ones served as support units, lightly armed, continuously supplying ammunition and repairing their comrades.

Around them lay the smoldering wreckage of dozens of fallen allies, engulfed in raging flames.

The firelight cast a red glow over the insignias painted on their shoulder armor.

Inside the cockpits, the pilots could almost feel the searing heat, but none of that mattered now.

Soon, it would all be over.

This star system was teetering on the brink of collapse.

Yet someone still clung to the fight, striving to breathe life back into it.

“Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat…”

The relentless sound of gunfire filled the air.

Countless colossal black silhouettes crashed against the ironclad defenses.

Before them, their own mechs fell one by one. Even these steel giants were shattered as if they were paper.

“Shakia, take it quickly! Go now!” came the urgent voice over the comms.

Shakia’s face was hidden behind her pilot’s visor, but even without seeing her expression, the dire situation was clear.

“Captain Jeff, you’re not leaving?!” Shakia’s mech was handed a square box.

“Hurry!” the captain commanded loudly.

“Otherwise, no