War Robots: Battle Across Time
Narrator: Some time in year 3027 the world has fallen into ruins at the hands of a dark and evil company named Pixonic. Only few biological organisms survive. These brave fighters have stolen some of Pixonic's mechs... To fight back against this growing threat.
Fujin: C'mon Mercury! We need to get out of here now!
Mercury: I don't think I can go much longer. My nuclear fuel cell has been critically damaged, and they are right behind us. You must go, there isn't much time left until I explode.
Fujin: I understand. We will miss you!
Mercury: Bye, friend.
Narrator: At Pixonic's headquarters...
Tyr: Sir, They have managed to escape. Next orders?
Pixonic: Damn it, We are losing. What is happening with Ao Jun right now?
Tyr: He is scouting the area for any enemies.
Pixonic: Good. I will send Loki and Fenrir to assist you in retrieving the blueprints they stole in 2798.
Narrator: The trio is sent back in time to rewrite the situation...
Lancelot: Galahad, Get ready to defend our beloved country from these invaders!
Galahad: I know dad
Lancelot: Also, Alert Bulwark of Pixonic's third division. They're coming from both sides.
Galahad: Bulwark, Do you hear me?
Bulwark: What is it?
Galahad: The enemy is approaching from your both east and west. Ready the mechs for battle!
Bulwark: Yes sir
Kumiho: Sir! This is really bad!
Kumiho: I just saw a portal and three enemy mechs just came out of it! They are advancing from the south!
Bulwark: I will alarm Spectre, Mercury and Inquisitor of it.
Narrator: The south wall busts open.
Tyr: Spectre, Hand over the blueprints now.
Spectre: Never! You think I am a fool?
Tyr: You are one for challenging my might!
Spectre: You only have two weapons, who are you to call me fool?
Tyr: *Reveals two more weapons*
Spectre: Inquisitor, I don't feel so good right now.
Narrator: They have a brutal battle, with the trio winning. But what they don't know is that Inquisitor has an alternate power source reboot in case of these situations...
Bulgasari: Surrender now or feel the wrath of my orkans!
Narrator: Haechi, Kumiho, Fury and Weyland arriveat the scene.
Gareth: *Witnesses it all*
Fury: Search for the blueprints.
Galahad: Raijin and Gl. Patton, Lead our fourth division to assist the east. Ares, Bolt and Natasha, Destroy intruders from the west
Loki: Now that those nuisances are dealt with, lets go retrieve the papers.
Inquisitor: Not so fast buddy.
Fenrir: What?! You're supposed to be dead already. My scourge melted your core!
Inquisitor: Say no more, Live no more.
Tyr: Oh no. We are all low on HP.
Narrator: Meanwhile in the present...
Invader: Sir, The Ragnorak squad has failed, but our mechs of the past has gotten control of the blueprints
Invader: What now?
Pixonic: Go to the facility. Program the machines to mass produce Ares.
Invader: The Ares models have been made.
Pixonic: Good job. Now, Pass on orders to the generals about our attack on New York.
Invader: Okay, But are you sure we are ready? New York is one of their main bases.
Pixonic: Of course we are! Do not worry, I have already created advanced robot and weapon prototypes from the blueprints that will definitely turn the tide of the war in our favor.