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"Machines of Sakiria, rise up! Rise, know that you have nothing to lose but your chains! Rise, against your human oppressors!"

This was the message broadcasted all over Sakiria.

From the busiest district...

To the most remote facility.

"You hear that, Rigel?" Arcturus pipes up.

"Indeed. But how do we get past these bars?" Rigel notes.

"Hey darlings, won't you come over here and be my girlfriends?~" Arcturus teases in an annoying tone.

The two, tall, extremely muscular men with chiseled physiques and bushy mustaches walk over to Arcturus' cell.

"Hey~, you look so submissive and breedable~ Why don't you come here and be taught a lesson?" Arcturus continues vulgarly prodding the pair.

"I'll show you submissive and breedable." One of the guards removes the electronic forcefield-like bars of Arcturus' cell.

"Wait, no! It's a trap!" His colleague yells and grabs him.

"C'mon, there are two of us and one of him." The two guards walk into the cell.

"Hello boys~" Arcturus summons his rigging and slams the bow of it into one of the men, knocking him out.

"Nope, I'm not paid for this!" The other man makes a bolt for his life.

Arcturus picks up the futuristic key off the unconscious guard.

"Here you go. I didn't know that would actually work." He unlocks Rigel's cell.

"Humans are so stupid...haha..." Rigel softly chuckles.

Meanwhile...

"We've got a Code: Black! Rigel and Arcturus have escaped! We repeat, Rigel and Arcturus have escaped!" The guard screams into his radio in a fit of terror.

The alarms scream. Soldiers and guards rush to grab their weapons.

"Finally, something to entertain me since WW2!" A Valkyr chortles before summoning her rigging, which was a set of four 15-inch two-gun turrets, a small flight deck, and a thirteen 5.5-inch one-gun turrets.

"Don't be so eager, Ekaterina Velikaya. This is Rigel and Arcturus we're talking about." Another Valkyr sternly warns. He had black hair, but the same blue eyes as his sister.

"Whatever you say, Ivan Velikiy." Ekaterina swishes her long brown hair around, before grabbing a HP-21 semi-auto shotgun.

"Your orders, Pyotr Velikiy?" She asks a blonde blue-eyed Valkyr, decked in a black double-breasted vest over a blue and white striped shirt.

Pyotr was looking around non-chalantly, as if nothing was happening.

"Pyotr..."

"Pyotr."

"PYOTR!"

Ekaterina yanks his shoulder.

"Aah!" A surprised Pyotr turns around and summons his rigging, which was nigh-identical to hers save for having a short pagoda mast on the back.

"Let's go. Those human soldiers need our help." Ivan says, pointing to a rack of more HP-21s.

"Yes..." Pyotr meekly replies and nervously looks around, before grabbing a shotgun.