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You awaken to the low hum of your reactor sputtering. Countless years of storage had degraded the careful mixture of hydrogen isotopes used to fuel the fusion generator, and it took several seconds before the system could adjust the tokamak burn-rate to compensate. As electrical power slowly filters through your chassis, you realize that you could recall almost nothing. No internal memo, no objective presets. Not even the regular ping of planet-wide surveillance updates. The notification that woke you was a localized invasion notice. One of the passive seismic sensors scattered around your base-station had recognized the signature hum of a Venom-class Aeldari agrav. It was a third line system late-notification system, a fact that becomes blatantly obvious when your external audio sensors also pick up the sound of a distant detonation.
You had no time to repair your systems or gather information. You feed energy into your motive units, and your chassis groans as it breaks through the soft organic litter of the foret floor. Rocks, dirt, and small plants cascade downward as you trudge towards the source of the sensor. Soon, the tactical display flickers to life, confirming an ongoing conflict between a small group of Aledari corsairs and a smattering of human irregulars supported by two civilian-grade mech units.
Several seconds later, a diagnostic subroutine finishes. As expected, your system is in gross disrepair. Ignoring the weapon mounts and countermeasure units returning cascading messages, you focus on reviewing the core weapon systems that appeared largely functional.
