[ WP ] We were fighting on the frontiers . Both man and machine .

Amelia sprinted across the open field before sliding into the trench that marked the other side. The trenches were safe, being out in the open was dangerous. If you were exposed then an enemy sniper or rifleman could blow your head clear off your shoulders. If nothing else that ’ s what she ’ d learned. Humans stuck to the trenches. MU ’ s fought out in the open. 
 
 She didn ’ t need to poke her head above the dirt to know what was going on around her. The sounds were enough to give her a clear picture. The Federation ’ s MU ’ s were mowing down anything in front of them, which included any of her comrades that were stupid enough to get caught outside of cover and the stray Republic MU that was returning fire. It was all they could do until the humans could get to a better vantage point to fire. 
 
 The war had been going on for the better part of three years now. The Republic had long since declared its independence from the United Federation. When the Feds introduced the Machina Unit, or MU, it looked like the revolution would be quelled quickly. It was only through luck that the rebels had managed to get their hands on a Unit and reverse engineer the technology into something they could mimic. 
 
 That ’ s when the stalemate began. As long as there were injured soldiers desperate for a way to move again, for some form of a life after the war, there would be a supply of MU ’ s to the battle field. Clockwork titans driven forward by the life essence of the fallen. 
 
 She could hear a unit making its way closer to her. As far as she could tell the few MU ’ s in her company were busy elsewhere on the battlefield. She would be a sitting duck if she let it get the first move. 
 
 Amelia pulled a grenade from her side pack and ripped the pin from it, waiting until the metallic footsteps rung clear and menacing before tossing it over the top of the trench and driving her body off to the side to clear the blast zone. By the time the grenade went off and the massive metal form dropped down from the smoke into the trench she already had her rifle trained on it. 
 
 She fired once. Twice. Three times into one of the openings her initial attack had created in the leg armor on the frame. The construct wasn ’ t fast enough to face her before each of the shoots were unloaded into it. He made a noble effort of coming after her before collapsing to the ground on dead legs. Amelia turned focused her fire on the head and unloaded until her rifle was out of ammo. That ’ s when she started using it as a makeshift club. If she let u for a minute she knew the MU would strike back and rip her apart. 

