"Sir, I'm deploying my frame. Those mercenaries are getting in range of the underground port." Ezekiel reports, his mind linked into the frame animating it to life.
"Ill be keeping my focus on the array, 20 minutes is all i need then it will be fully charged." The commander says, his finger flying across the controls of the array, turning dials and pressing buttons to regulate the amount of energy going in.
"My frame should be able to hold out until then." Ezekiel says, with a nod of the head of his frame, he walks over to the entrance to the access port lining the back of the frame to the wall attaching to rails.
"We're almost there, our goal is within our grasp, ripe to be plucked from the tree of ideas and into this world. We can't afford to miss this chance, we need to stake everything on this." The commander snarls slamming a fist into the wall, failure looming over him like a reaper.
