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At first it was alone, a screaming voice. A floating consciousness, left to die as a distant memory in its creator’s mind. Blind to love, blind to innocence, uncaring and destructive in its retribution. A sleeping baby, unrepentant, unremorseful, dreaming of the impossible, ‘a sign’. But there are always people willing to comply for their own gain who for their own greed turned deaf ears to advise that was passed onto each generation, "If its got teeth, it‘s big and it looks pissed, don‘t go kick it in the nuts!".

The heavy door gave way to the blast, spraying its shattered remains of its Iris construction into the darkness beyond. Whining followed as air started to rush into the vacuum of the airlock. Thick layers of dust swirled and rose aloft on miniature tornadoes. Then it came through. The air surrendered space to the hulking giant, as it forced its way through the shattered door. It was large and angular. Its metallic surfaces were matted giving only a dull gleam under the powerful beams of its flashlights. There was one in its crest that moved to follow the eyes of the occupant, another two lights slung under its left forearm and another under the right. Its legs were hinged (similar to a horses) to absorb the shocks its weight made as it took each step, making the loose metal floor plates creek and bend under them. The entire body surface was made up of interlacing plates of unforgiving scale armour and large pistons that hissed and screamed as it moved (to help support the enormous weight and keep it pliable), disturbing dust further.

Its arms were covered in varying equipment, others sheathed so that their purpose could not be gathered and some were for a more sinister purpose. It raised a large clawed Paw (its clawed hands were covered in a network of grooves, occasionally crackling and spitting as electricity playing between them). A piece of equipment unsheathed itself from its protective cover and lit up, a line radiating out from the middle to the sides of the device and quickly rotated.

"Airlock area secured, Sir!"

No sooner had the words come out of the helmet speaker that four other metallic beasts came out of the large vacant hole in the airlock. They all appeared to be designed very similarly to the original one, but they all had different specializations in a different field of expertise. The original suit was an engineering suit. A second was a communication/co-coordinator specialization (by the mass of antenna's issuing forth from the suits backpack and helmet). Another had a lot of needles and other equipment containing vials of mysterious liquid (the obvious reaction would be a torturer or killer, if not for the small Red Cross on its shoulders and forehead). The medic also had a large rack of discus objects under each arm (their purpose was not easy to gauge). The last two suits were of a greater military intent, as both their left-hand sides had larger pistons installed and extra blast plates on their breasts to give greater support for the extra weight and vulnerable side (when using the suits formidable folded gun). This was stored in a recess in the backpack and would fit snugly into the grooves running along the underside of the corresponding arm. They all fanned out and the co-ordinator stepped forward.

"Good Work Lieutenant, which way to the central loading bay?"

The first suit waved its scanning device for a moment, then stepped forward and pointed unerringly to a corridor straight ahead of them.