Max found himself replaying the battle from an observer's position, looking down on himself from above, like a guardian angel for the doomed Mecha squadron.
The Legion Class Mecha, equivalent to the Super Heavy Mecha of this lifetime, stood far less proud and noble than it had a mere hour ago. Now, the shining golden hull was completely scorched black and covered in the blood soaked mud of the riverbed where the rest of his Regiment lay.
They had been ambushed by the enemy. That Max knew, but when he tried to see who they were, his memory seemed to turn unnaturally hazy.
"Fortify the riverbank. The Capital stands at our back, and the planetary barrier is up. Nothing is coming in or out until the fleet arrives, or the city falls." He heard himself order his troops.
How he wished he could turn back time and change everything. What came next had haunted his memories for the remainder of his life.
