Silence took advantage as it colonised the room of straightforward robots where frowns bridged their eyes into a quenching glare as they kept quiet by the command to listen to their leader list down the plans and executions of the operation the group plans on advancing towards to slit the robust line that held the enemies together for many recorded years.

"At the current moment, ANje, an eastern city of QUdensk is under siege, and we are helping QUdensk in that attack. The city has been bombed to the ground so much that it became an uninhabited, hazard zone where only soldiers immune to toxic gas substances can fight. 303,675 Conhuy soldiers are fighting along 1,765,099 QUdensk soldiers against 2,433,665 Eithrem soldiers and their trusty ally, Sadunju, who deployed 221,544 of their soldiers into the ANje city that is divided in half and has been in war for thirteen years. Our main mission today is to get behind the enemy lines, take out Sadunju's major stronghold to push them over to Eithrem's stronghold and see if they panic. If they panic, 100,786 QUdensk soldiers and 100,234 Conhuy soldiers will rush into the scene and seize the area." Derton explained, tapping his pen on an image of ANje city that shows the Southern area, controlled by the enemies, be twelve kilometres and the Northern area by ten kilometres, controlled by Conhuy and QUdensk.

Zoomchard was in a healthy condition and stood near the right end where four robots, ten feet higher than him, stood together to his right and all were the concept of a knight, their head was a knight helmet with a hint of a brine blue glow squeezing through the gap of the helmet. They were all jet black and had four white rectangular parallelograms, with black stubs on each end, wafting behind their backs like a halo staying in place, acting as if there was a gravity block keeping them hovered. Nothing of these robots within the concept of knights stood out from each other, they all functioned with the likely minds of a clone and remained furtive.

"Be cautious with them three. Nobody knows their background but only that they're from Foslampsi." A bulky white robot with a deep female voice educated Zoomchard from the left, the female robot had a grey rib cage supporting an elastic, rubbery white chest sprinkled on with blue shoulders. Her thighs ooked like kick pads that were white with the outlines being blue while the rest of her legs were grey — but her arms were white with grey hands. She wore a flashy blue and white ancient headdress resembling Ancient Egypt and had heavy ponytails hanging past her chest that complimented her cyan diamond-shaped eyes.

"Ah, r-right…" Zoomchard stammered, mesmerised by the female robot's beauty that his neck began to strain from how much Zoomchard kept looking up at this tall female figure who stood twenty-three feet.

"Nice to meet you, by the way. My name is Anatolfia and my rank is medic," Anatolfia chimed, pressing her right hand forwards as her white face twinkled.

"Nice to meet you too." Zoomchard acknowledged, shaking Anatolfia's awaited hand that was left hanging for a moment but Zoomchard caught himself from daydreaming about the elegance of a robot.

"Look like you've been caught by her beauty." A deep-voiced robot chortled, leaning past Anatolfia to introduce himself as a slightly chubby olive green robot that had a silver face shadowed by a green sphere head and had a long braided beard made of shrapnel. He didn't seem that much taller than Anatolfia.

"Seems like it." Zoomchard doubted himself as he looked into the purple eyes of the slightly chubby robot.

"I'm Pacho, a native to Movstilnotia." Pacho grinned, shaking Zoomchard's hand.

"Does anyone have a critique they want to share?" Derton asserted his voice loudly, disrupting Zoomchard from his casual whisper to relax his attention on Derton. Everyone stayed silent while Zoomchard struggled to remember the key motive of this Operation named Line Conquer but managed to grip on some areas of Derton's speech to understand it a little bit.

"Good, good. Let's roll." Derton dominated the room, switching the lights on for most of these robots who stood like a mannequin throughout the entire speech but suddenly ran over to the table with all the Arsenal. Zoomchard followed the group clueless to what he could use as his main weapon when there was a diverse variety of weapons lying around until Derton placed his firm hand on Zoomchard's shoulder.

"Take the XHK-345 Assault Rifle; it's quick and powerful," Derton suggested, gesturing at a strange arced structured gun with the grip that looks like a stout lighting bolt with a clamp over the top that had a small iron sight. Zoomchard had second thoughts on equipping the gun but when he handled it and felt the lightness; his mind changed and he immediately accepted it.

Zoomchard hung the XHK-345 model on his back, that extracted a holster previous to handle the gun with a strong grip, and positioned two simple pistols, which came with a leathery holster, by the side of his thigh and was winked at by Derton who proceeded to lead the group that was waiting for him. Zoomchard walked last in the group and was behind the three unnerving knights as he saw the battleground fade into a dark, grimy area where abandoned buildings were used as cover while everyone remained on high alert. Zoomchard, in his walk, peered into the windows one by one with his gun heading in first until he unfaithfully encountered a decapitated QUdensk civilian with all the limbs sawed-off in one of the shops.

"That's disgusting," Zoomchard muttered to himself. "Why am I even doing this in the first place?" Zoomchard then asked himself in a low tone where nobody could hear him chatting to himself.

"Halt! We are in the position." Derton demanded, raising his hand as he crouched and turned to his right, mounting his assault rifle on the edge of a window. The rest of the robots copied Derton and mounted their guns on anything that they could find and all faced right. Zoomchard looked to his right and saw a sight that he never ought to see.

There, right in front of him, was the core of Sadunju soldiers, red-eyed robots rushing in and out of the trench, healing wounded soldiers and getting orders from commanders. Zoomchard saw traumatised robots of this certain Sadunju regiment were lined up on a wall belonging to a crashed building and were shot down by their men. Corpses lay scattered behind the trench and gave off a horrible stench as medics carried the dead into a big construction building that appeared to be a hospital with the red cross symbol plastered in the middle.

"Ready your guns," Derton commanded, cocking the bolt of his gun back to let it ricochet to its original spot. Zoomchard followed Derton's words and readied his gun, turning off the safety by the switch on the left of his gun, gasping for air as he closed one eye to get a clear target of numerous enemies. But he was distracted when the three knights used the hovering shape behind their backs to levitate themselves onto the roof Zoomchard was using as his cover; lots of clattering shredded the stealthiness of this operation followed soon after, then the outrageous sounds disappeared and inherited itself into the wind.

"FIRE!" Derton screamed, ending the nerve-wracking moment with a chain of multiple bangs fraying through the sky. Pretentious dismal bangs went off above Zoomchard as his eardrums rang continuously. This didn't dismantle Zoomchard though, Zoomchard repositioned his gun into a tight spot and flicked his finger on the trigger that recoiled his shoulders abruptly backwards. It was a new feeling and Zoomchard loved it as he grinned while aimlessly mowing down Sadunju soldiers that perished in mid-air without an explanation and lost their lives to rural warfare.

The camp once furthered in popularity, crammed into a small pocket of size as Sadunju soldiers dropped left and right as they struggled to find a spot to cover them from the hailstorm of bullets. Their only option was jumping into the packed trench, overflooding the trench as robots, trapped between fractions, were trampled over and left dead as lifeless soldiers hit by bullets flopped into the trench.

"Feren, launch the mortar!" Derton yelled to Feren who was peeking around the corner of the same building Derton camped behind.

"Yes, sir!" Feren shouted back, opening up his palm that crackled blue lightning in the shape of a circle in the middle of the palm, to materialise a three feet metallic tube with a base plate into the world that Feren then planted onto the ground to drop a rocket into the tube. Once the tube was loaded, a noiseless rumble sound was heard escaping the tube that then was followed up with a thrust of wind simmering into a blast shaped like a cloud near the tip of the tube. Seconds later, a massive explosion erupted a mile away from where Feren rested and it evaporated the enemy soldiers close by, dispersing their limbs everywhere to leave a mess.

"Dammit, forgot you had that…" Hent mumbled sadly, twisting his body to look at Feren and the mortar placed between his legs as he was prone between the vast wide gap that fitted him and Ghus, who also was prone on the ground.

"You can't change your offer now. You have the rocket launcher to use." Feren grinned, pointing at the rocket launcher resting on Hent's back.

"Is there ever a moment in a battle where you two don't bully each other?" Derton scowled at Feren and Hent as he crouched directly behind them. Then, after getting the two robots back to firing at the targets, Derton aimed down the sight and continued to fire until he saw a massive gap in Sadunju's side.

"There is a gap in Sadunju's side. I repeat. There is a gap in Sadunju's side. Commence your attack." Derton spoke, nudging his head down at a weird angle as he uses one of his hands to carry a black smooth-bore rectangle shape with a thin short antenna mounted on top of a unit with separate buttons having numbers on below a green-tinted screen that had the number 22-1 on the right of the screen. The walkie-talkie hummed for a few seconds before an inaudible voice responded to Derton on the other end as Derton stored the walkie-talkie on the right corner of his chest.

"I understand. We are now commencing our attack." A male voice declared with an accent eventually cleared through the buzz.

A scene Zoomchard never thought of, unfolded before his eyes as he was reloading his weapon with a long curling clip to unload more rounds onto his targets. Just as he mounted his gun again, an overlapping roar rebounded into the dead sky that was turned black from all the souls that left their bodies to coexist peacefully. The rebound was out of Zoomchard's sight and he made it clear that it wasn't the Sadunju soldiers gaining momentum because they have abandoned their army morals and shivered into balls; in fact, Sadunju soldiers were looking in a different direction with a ghastly emotion as they looked to their left, directly at the metaphysical battleground in between two trenches that lay factions of robots as the trenches protect the eyes from the ground full of decaying robots.

Robots, in various sizes and shapes, beastly, animalistic robots with an ant's jaw, to odd-shaped robots with eight arms, to robots missing a limb — exploded in size as they charged into Zoomchard's vision from the right with bayonets extending from their weapons that sucked in all the blood, moulding the bayonet as it shreds through the muscles of Sadunju soldiers that tried escaping from the carnage but were caught in the fangs of a queen tarantula. Screams and bullets ran with the wind and assembled a rough sounding melody as red liquid, cyan liquid and green liquid splattered into the air and splurge onto the ground to create art of death.

Quite simply, Zoomchard was left speechless as he fell onto his bottom, being left behind as Derton and his crew rushed into the scene, erratically firing their guns on an unexpected trapped enemy, rippling through Sadunju's major defence line on the battlefield. Everything went radio silence, the bullets phased into a muffled tone as Zoomchard felt heavy on his chest. Zoomchard tried carrying himself on his feet but his shaky legs knocked him back down and restarted his progress.

"Come on, now…stop with the late reactions. You signed up for this, you knew death was an unavoidable fate in the war. Don't start acting up — it is for your good, your revenge, and your new beginning." Zoomchard confided in himself, punching his dead legs that refuse to cooperate. "GET UP! I won't accept falling asleep now! This is my moment--My moment to avenge my parents and my friends! GET UP, YOU STUPID BASTARD!" Zoomchard thundered, feeling his legs snap back into reality as they subconsciously untangled and rocketed Zoomchard onto balance as he held his gun close to his chest before zipping into the warzone; eliminating any hostile robots he saw fighting against him in a pit of rage.

What Zoomchard didn't know in his moment, was that a knight was still on that roof and heard everything. The knight watched Zoomchard from above and saw his motivation strike the roof and saw the side of Zoomchard nobody expected his emotionless self would have. Then, the knight watched Zoomchard in the battle, saw Zoomchard's tactics as he slid between enemies, using his dual-wielding pistols to put a hole in their forehead; used his own hands to rip apart an enemy's face, and used that enemy's head as a distraction to blast another hole through another Sadunju soldier's head.

The knight watched everything, and deep inside, felt themselves starting to cheer Zoomchard on as they got in a prone position and shot down Sadunju soldiers that Zoomchard didn't know were heading towards his way.

That day, Zoomchard earned a follower.