An "enemy" scout wandered into Helios' line of fire, unaware of the peril he'd put himself in. He kneeled down and dialed in the frequency for his squad on his wrist communicator. "This is red 2, come in red leader," he said as he awaited a response.<br/>-----------------------<br/>A rank and file soldier abandoned his post temporarily to investigate the immobile mech in the firing range. He'd seen the pilot get out and run off, so he needed to make sure it wasn't a sabotage attempt.  He tried to radio in the situation, but it seemed like his radio wasn't getting any signal.<br/>------------------------<br/>As the last of the passengers got off the tran, the napping man waved goodbye.  "Have a pleasant day everyone," he said in an almost jovial tone that was close to sincere. The tran doors closed and he was alone.  He tapped the neck of his shirt, "Captain, this is Silas. Birthday candle one is lit."<br/>-------------------------<br/>Captain Renault bathed in the glow of electronics in the dark cockpit of his mech.  One by one, his subordinates aboard Einstein Colony reported their birthday candles had been lit.  When the final report came in, he addressed the troops on an encrypted frequency. "Alright everybody, time to commence Operation Birthday. Have some fun out there, but try to keep casualties to a minimum!" A tech opened the hangar door of the Gilded Gifthorse and several waves of mechs poured out into the space station.<br/>----------------------------<br/>A shiver ran down Ciels spine as an ominous feeling crept up on her. Something wasn't right, and she could feel it.  She was still several blocks from home, and was walking on the sidewalk with her scooter. Normally she'd drive it, but she'd lost awareness several times today, so it probably wasn't safe for her to drive right now.  Suddenly a mech flew overhead and began opening fire on the houses of her neighborhood. Immobilized with shock, all she could do was stare at the mech laying waste to the area.