The crawlers, massive armored things that served some obscure purpose, had pulled their way across the surface long before the planet was colonized by either of his kind. Such a sight was common on New Wallachia. The opening led into a street, and humans and Haas Suul alike walked through the wide halls as shops lined the interior. The rumble of the machine seemed to fade as the sounds of life replaced it. He threw his backpack up ahead of him, then pulled himself up to the main 'lobby' of the machine. Luckily, he didn't have to climb all the way up as the ladder stopped about halfway up the machine, to an opening in the side. With no guard rails or any other safety measure, John made a mental note to not fall as he climbed up the ladder with the wind against his skin. Hoisting his backpack over one shoulder, he grabbed the ring of one ladder as it slowly slid by. He looked up, catching sight of one of the many stepladders clumsily welded onto the side of the machine. He raised an eyebrow at the sight that wasn't there last time. Even from his position, he could see that someone had gone through the effort of painting a rather detailed mural of a regal-looking Haas Suul pouring honey on himself with a ladle. The crawler continued its path, growing until it filled John's vision all the way and rumbled past him as if he were something less than an ant. Using his thumb, John gauged that he was actually in the path of the juggernaut, and took two steps back to correct his position. The sound of grass being ground and the hum of its leviathan engine could clearly heard over the summer haze. He looked toward the south to see a giant wall of metal approaching a robot twice the size of a stadium crawling its way across the landscape.ĭriven by two massive sets of treads, the ancient machine rose over the horizon, driving to a destination it would never reach. Soon, the ground began to tremble and pebbles in the grass began to dance as something slowly lumbered towards him. With nothing in front of him but the open sky, he waited. With no support, the machine began to wobble before John caught it and stored it in his backpack. He turned another knob, and the metal rods anchoring the device to the ground instantly shot back into the machine. John nodded, reaching over and twisting a small knob on the machine's side. Once it had come within ten kilometers, a message cropped up on the screen in bold capital letters, in both English and Hils. At an almost glacial pace, it drew closer to the red dot that displayed the machine's location. The man was mostly interested in the dot labeled 'RomAug', slowly approaching his position from the south.
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Alongside that, quotations showing names such as “Big Jim” and “Hungry Boy”. The device itself was a small squat machine with a large screen on the top, showing large green dots moving very, very slowly across the blue surface of the world. Every few moments, his attention turned to a blinking device he had planted in the ground, jotting down the equipment's readouts before returning to his writing. A man sat in the middle of a vast plain, scribbling notes.