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Rebellion In Midguard

Yet another picture inspired story. This time instead of fantasy I wrote about a war in the future. Who loves sci-fi?

Rebellion in Midguard

Ryder peered through his binoculars at the mech below him. It was a standard issue Civilian Unrest Mech, standing at two stories tall with light armor plating. It should be arm with two shoulder mounted tear gas launchers and a taser array on each arm.

They weren’t taking us very seriously, he thought to himself. Still, losing the mech would represent a substantial financial loss to the city. Ryder smiled at the thought of Governor Plutarch frothing at the mouth in frustration that this “little rebellion” wasn’t so easily quelled.

Ryder tapped the microphone at his throat, “Wolverines, time to pick up the ball and throw a touchdown.” Hearing affirmation from his team he bent down and began to pull metal part from his gym bag. Working quickly and efficiently he assembled the Mark 5 Rocket Launcher and placed it over his shoulder.

Ryder stepped back from the edge of the railing, making sure his silhouette wouldn’t plaster the wall to his right. He then stepped onto an old toolbox, giving him a nice downward angle to the target without exposing the tip of the launcher.

Lining up the mech in his sights he ordered his team to do the same, “On my mark.” He slowed his breathing, relaxing the muscles in his back and shoulders while still keeping them steady. “Down, set.” He placed his finger lightly on the trigger and took a breath. He barely whispered the next word, “Hike.” Pulling gently on the trigger the launcher roared and was echoed by three others from various positions around the square.

One missile missed its marked and struck the pavement beneath the mech’s feet. The other three hot the mech fiercely, their hardened tips burying themselves deep in its armor plating. The mech swung to target his position and the missiles timer clicked to zero and exploded.

Detonations ripped through the air and the mech was blown in half, legs falling in place while its top half spiraled through the air and spun through the front window of a Burger King. Ryder took a moment to smile at the sundered machine before dropping the launcher and taking off through down the climbing rope he had rigged earlier. He saw his team doing the same with practiced ease.

They would live to fight another day.

About Luke Geldmacher

I grew living on an island in the middle of the Chesapeake Bay in Maryland. Currently, I live in a 40 acre farm in Cookville, TX. I sometime write about life issues, but my passion is sci-fi and fantasy storytelling.

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