Otsdarva was not in a good mood, currently he was in the hangar of his NEXT, making final preparations for his mission. His mission was to attack Line Ark while their main weapon White Glint was on a mission and show those pesky rebels that it is better to start negotiations before The League will send all of their forces and he the Rank 1 of Collared was chosen for this mission, Otsdarva was baffled when he heard that he was chosen for this mission that could've been done by a rookie Lynx, but the top brass of Omer ordered him to accept the mission, Otsdarva begrudgingly accepted it, however he suspected something was wrong in the mission they couldn't just sent out him, the Rank 1 of Collared and the greatest Lynx second only to White Glint to destroy a bunch of MTs and Normals. As he finished the check of all systems his Operator contacted him.
"We've arrived to the mission area, prepare for combat." his Operator dryly commented.
As the tranport helicopter reached the Line Ark. The hatch beneath him opened and his NEXT was dropped. Using his boosters to land softly. He activated the combat systems of his NEXT and quickly sprung into action, the MTs and Normals stationed there were not ready for an attack.
"A League NEXT? Damn it, not now!" One of the MT pilots shouted, his voice full of fear.
Otsdarva wasted no time, destroying the platforms on which the MTs were placed. He then fired from his PM missile at the large group of MTs destroying 5 of them, he then finished the rest from his assault rifle. Quickboosting to the side to evade the bazooka shots from Normals he overboosted towards them and fired from his laser rifle, the laser shot easily melted through the armor of one of the Normals. As he fired missiles he could hear the chatter from the pilots.
"Damn it! He's too fast!" One shouted on the verge of panic
"Where's our backup?! Where's the Crimson Squadron?!" The other pilot asked. Otsdarva was intrigued when he heard about this Crimson Squadron. He never heard anything about this squadron of Line Ark, perhaps they could be a change in scenery right now.
As Otsdarva was thinking, he already destroyed the rest of the Normals.
"Hmph, what a waste of time. Next time don't call me on a mission that could've been done by an amateur."
"Wait, we've detected 8 unknown signatures, one of them is a NEXT, but it's not registered in Collared data base. Excercise caution."
Otsdarva turned around as his radar detected 8 enemy signatures. His radio picked up chatter from Line Ark.
"Crimson Squadron is on station. Operator is this him? The Rank 1?" A voice of a man could be heard over the radio, it carried an air of confidence and arrogance.
"Affirmative. Drive Stasis out of the Line Ark territory Crimson-1." Female voice replied.
"Roger. Tally-ho. Let's chase this dog off."
Otsdarva gripped his weapons hard, as the 8 Armored Cores were closing in on his location. The Crimson squadron arrived to the battle zone. Otsdarva could see them. The leader, Crimson-1 was piloting a dark red and crimson colored AALIYAH model NEXT armed with 03-MOTORCOBRA machine gun and 063ANAR assault rifle, on Crimson's back there were HLCO9-ACRUX HI laser canon and SALINE05 spread missile launcher. The rest of the squadron seemed to be piloting Normals, but of unknown design. 4 of them seemed to be biped midweight class with blocky design and a round head with bright red eye. The other 3 were more slender and sharp, unlike the blocky ones they had a visor. The squadron member ACs were painted in light grey and crimson colors and they all shared the same emblem of a crimson butterfly.
"Hm, so they sent you to attack the Line Ark while White Glint was on a mission issued by them huh? Cunning bastards." Crimson-1 commented with a frown.
