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Moving Out - Albert Wesker - 04-09-2016
It had been one big mess.
A big mess that, quite frankly, he was more than glad he had ended up staying out of, especially now. Given the level of firepower he'd seen on display, it was doubtful he would have accomplished anything outside of getting himself seriously damaged, or worse yet, destroyed. Again. And he had precious little time to waste on that at the moment, as he had so kindly been informed by his digital assistant, Cricket.
Colonel's response to the information, after reading it over himself, was brief and straight to the point. "Write up a message to Headmaster Nealaphh. Inform him we're on the way."
And the helper program's affirmation was likewise simply and brief. "At once, sir."
The soldier navi wasted no time in turning his routines to summoning up a vehicle to speed his progress along. Had he been anywhere near as fast as he was back home, in the cyber world, it would have been far more expedient to simply 'hoof it', as his own operator had once phrased it. And that option would have been preferable to him, all things considered. But that was just travel time he didn't have to waste. The short few minutes to summon something to speed the going along would be much preferable.
In the end, the contraption he ended up summoning into being was something he'd seen in old military design documents for powered armor; something to allow a soldier and its navi to operate in sync in the real world. One to take care of the piloting system, the other to handle the weapon systems. Feedback between one and the other, emulating what, years later, Colonel himself would come to realize was an early theory of Full Synchro. Poorly understood then, but its effectiveness still realized. And even without that, it was still a powerful piece of hardware, adaptable to virtually any environment they had tested it under, and effective on most terrain.
This particular one sported the sleek contours, angles and stark coloration that Colonel's own robotic form did, bearing the emblem of the Institute on its front, with his own Navi logo superimposed across its center. Perhaps approaching ostentatious...but hopefully it would go unnoticed. It would be serving only as a means of transport, making full use of its fabled all-terrain mobility to traverse the volatile landscape of the Ashen Steppes.
Clambering into the device's cockpit, Colonel found it perfectly matched to its pilot, and as it hissed and ground to life, rising to a standing posture, he felt momentarily distinctly off-balance; his point of view now several feet higher and the direct input into the thing making him well aware of the additional bulk and weight of the armored vehicle.
In only a few moments he had grown accustomed to it — or at least accustomed enough for his current task — and set off for the ever-smoking gate to the Steppes with all due haste, each step of the armor's massive 'boots' making a resounding, metallic boom as it came down. He wouldn't be going anywhere quietly, he though. But as the pace picked up, and it slowly went from a walk, to a job, to a full-on run, and finally the mobility jets ignited, it needed only one cacophonous stride every several seconds, hopping and bounding across the blank white expanse of the nexus with remarkable speed and surprising grace for its bulky, cumbersome form.
"Cricket. Make a note to scour my old data archives to see if I have the full plans for this. It may not be a bad idea to incorporate it into a fully combat-viable upgrade in the future."
"That would be a powerful upgrade, indeed, sir. I will make note of it."