Sebebi

These combat frames were designed for environments that most people could barely understand. Arctic cold. Blistered deserts. Radioactive wastes. Some, even could fight in the vacuum of space, and return from orbit unassisted. Now however, they were underground. “Quite a sight.” someone murmured. Tair most likely. Medet didn’t respond, but he had to agree. This place was all but forgotten, but it was still certainly impressive. Giant columns rose into the dark around them, larger even than the towering height of their frames. It reminded him of a cathedral, though it lacked pews, or windows, and was several hundred feet underground. There was still something almost reverent about it, a weight to the air that hinted at how these columns bore the weight of millions of people. They were under the city now. “We could set some demolition packs,” Oraz suggested. “Put a few on the columns, just in case they pursue us?” “No. Body count has already gone high enough.” Medet said. “We have