Flash Fiction: Seven

Hidden amid the generators beneath the massive wind turbine, stood the battlemechs.

Kurosawa stepped forth from the seven warriors. “They’re old.”

“Seven mechs, for seven pilots,” Sturges said. “But against an entire Horde army? We’re insane to even consider it!”

Rubbing his shaven head, Kurosawa appraised the giant robots. “We’re this colony’s only hope.”





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