'Out of the ordinary. Psh' This was Wade's only thought as he neared the nuetral zone of the war, perhaps the only one that mattered. Wade was the current leader in eccentric Mecha technology, and as such was sent to the city of San Larona by the Equalist Coalition to observe the enemy's possessions and Mecha for anything which might actually be a threat. You see, the Coalition had every intent of listening to the talks of piece and perhaps truly giving it a chance, but Wade's superiors were nothing if not paranoid. If the enemy had brought anything besides usual mecha or perhaps insurance that they could use as a means of a devistating sneak attack on the Coalition it was Wade's responsibility to see that they were ready in return. While the leaders wanted to bring a bit of insurance of their own, Wade refused visciosly, claiming it to be very hypocritical. The Coalition had said a few things about not trusting the "Immaculate Pigs" as Wade had exited, but he really hadnt been listening at this point  Where was that son of a gun by the way? Well leave it to your good old narrator to figure that out. Our current protagonist crouched atop an airborn Mecha coming into view of the city over the horizon. It was going an average speed for most Angel class mecha, as its rider would easily be thrown off and simply be dust in the wind otherwise. In the Mecha's arms hung its partner and twin, which contrasted it quite a bit. While the Flying fortress seemed to be very lanky and light armored from head to toe, the Mecha in its arms had accentuated medium ranked plating in certain places such as it's shoulders and Neither one had facial features, besides the glowing eyes which matched each other's plasma core colors. This is where the heat was released from their plasma reactors in their chests when needed. They were a pinkish orange color like the sunset of the arctic tundra. The Mecha it was carrying, however, had a very different bodily design. Its feet were very thin and sturdy, matching its wry and powerful legs. The body too was very structurally sound looking, however had more of a medium build with light armor. Its shoulders, shins, and forearms were all padded a bit thicker than the rest. The thick forearms gave way to something a bit more out of the ordinary. In place of its fists were two large spiked balls, akin to the head of a mace. Its head was a very round and simplistic shape, while its twin was rather jagged as if it were wearing a triangular knight's helmet. The entirety of the ground based mecha's body had a bronzing brown color to it which gleamed well The afternoon sun. Now for its conductor. Wait? Conductor? Yes the man riding atop the mecha was in fact their owner, however neither mecha had a pilot, and both took orders in one way or another from Wade. He had chosen this different type of "Piloting" because he felt their collaborative fighting style would be more effective if all were on equal terms in control of themselves. Now why wouldnt he just use one if that were the case? You're asking a parent to choose between his children for crying out loud!<br/><br/>The Conductor, as he was dubbed by the Higher-Ups, had a large grin on his face as the air raced acrossed his scalp. He had gained a bit more ground by now, passing high over an elderly man in a robe. He couldnt see the scene very well, but he could have sworn there was a thing with him that wasnt there now. He began his descent, likely stirring some dust below on the ground, and there seemed to be a few men gathering to meet him. They seemed to be local peacekeepers, with a few Golem joining at their sides. He wondered why they would send such a welcome party, and began to adjust his light leather jacket he had worn to keep the wind off. He also wore a pair of thin denem pants which seemed less used, and raised from his place on his Mecha's neck to switch his position to its shoulder with a hop. As it turned upright so that it could land firmly on its feet on the outskirts of the city, and released its brother whom took its respective place next to him on the right side A rather official looking man came foreward with a dissaproving look. He called out towards Wade, whome was removing his jacket as he felt the effects of the sun for the first time, to reveal the high-necked black shirt he wore which hugged his skin. He hopped down with a series of checkpoints on his creation, and finally felt the sand beneath his legs for the first time.<br/><br/>"Attention Sir! Our scans say that neither of these mecha seemingly in your posession have pilots. You are under arrest for the Creation of Golem, outside of law enforcement purposes." Needless to say, this didnt quite tickle Wade's peach. He looked rather shocked, running his fingers through his Crew-Cut hair and fixing his collar.<br/><br/>"Well you see officer, these arnt golem. These are indeed mecha I assure you-"<br/><br/>"So they have Pilots then?"<br/><br/>"Well... no... but" Wade was really in a bit of a jam. Its true, Gunther and Rocky did not have Pilots per say, but they were his Mecha. That's where we'll have to leave off for now, but stay tuned to see if he'll actually make it out of this without external conflict.<br/><br/>[^]Will Wade Just Be Dust In The Wind Afterall? [^]