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1/22/2018

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a small bit of progress. At this pace I'll be done in a decade or so. I'll post updates on this story from time to time, but maybe not every week. 

“Hold up. I see one. Due south.”

The flatbed came to a lurching stop and bounced slightly as the one back wheel settled back to the ground.
“I don’t see it.”
Jan handed the binoculars down to Khary through the open cab window. He took off his glasses, folded them neatly and placed them in his shirt pocket before accepting the binoculars and pivoting them up to his eyes.
“Where?”
“Straight south.” She pointed toward the find even though the roof of the cab made it impossible for Khary to see where her hand was directing him. “It’s laying down in the grass.”
He twisted slightly to glass the field of waving brome. There it was. Just barely visible among the green and brown tufts. The mottled colors of the plate matched its surroundings almost perfectly, but where the grasses swayed and drifted, the patterned armour remained as unmoving as a stone.
Khary handed the binoculars back up through the window. “Good eye. Tell me when you’re holding on.”
Jan beamed with pride as she took back the binoculars and slung them over her neck. She grabbed hold of the welded steel frame that acted as a lookout perch behind the cab and hollered down “Ready!”
Three of the float plates engaged with a dense hum, the fourth one wheezed slightly, before the flatbed jolted forward. The single metal wheel they had attached to compensate for an anemic float plate skipped along uneven ground pocked by gopher holes. The entire flatbed vibrated and Jan gripped a little tighter. As the vehicle accelerated from ‘brisk walk’ to commendable jogging pace, the wheel finally lifted off the ground. The vibrations stopped, and the flatbed gilded silently, save for the harmony of hum and wheeze beneath Jan’s feet.
Jan tried to keep her eyes on the fallen armour, but it was difficult to see over the cab. It wouldn’t have moved. They never do when they hit the dirt like that. “Depleted” was the word Khary used. It was the word he had learned as an apprentice and the word she would be expected to pass down to her apprentice. Armours were “Active”, “Inactive”, or “Depleted”. Not “Alive”. Never “Dead”.
Khary drifted the flatbed to a gentle stop a few meters away from the depleted Armour.
“Get the winch ready. Let’s see what we got.” Khary called up from the cab.
Jan could see from here that this Armour was most likely Concordian, or a Uniune decoy made to appear Concordian. It was easily over a century old, judging by the wear at the joints. In the time she had been riding with Khary they had recovered 43 just like it. They had spotted another 56 active Concordian units and stayed well out of their range just be safe. Khary had called out most of them from the cab before Jan had seen them, despite her riding in the lookout perch and clinging tightly to the binoculars. He knew exactly what type of Armour they were looking at, but he always said ‘Let’s see what we got’. Probably another phrase that he had inherited from his mentor and was now being passed down to her. She had already adopted so many of his verbal tics and mannerisms, but ‘Let’s see what we got.’ seemed like a quaint affection she could skip. Jan suppressed the urge to roll her eyes.
Khary hopped down from the cab, and removed his ever present beige cap. He ran his hand across patches of tight black curls, islands of hair in an ocean of deep brown scalp. Jan figured that Khary hoped to one day discover handfuls of thick wavy mane up there, but today wasn’t the day. He would most likely search again in an hour or so. Until then, he slapped the cap back on and tugged it into place.
Jan had unlocked the winch and replaced the standard clip with the older Concordian forked hook configuration. She jumped down from the side of the flatbed and joined Khary in quizzically assessing the depleted Armour.
Khary shot Jan a sidelong glance. He was clearly considering something, but he hadn’t let her in on what it was yet. He looked back at the Armour and pulled out his pocket radio.
“Really? I didn’t notice any change in the field riding out.” Jan Blurted.”Still weak enough to pull in signals from Rose Lake. It was fiddle music all the way out here.”
Khary ignored her and slid his finger across the flat rectangle. Static, different static, and then a jaunty toe tapper. The sort of fiddle music that Jan liked well enough when she was drunk and dancing with northern townie boys. Listening to it for hours on the radio was a bit much though. Khary never seemed to tire of it.
“See. Depleted. There is no field here.” Jan said flatly.
Khary nodded slowly, not at all convinced. “You go feet. I’ll go head”
For all the confident ‘depleted’ talk, Jan still took a wide, slow path to take up her position at the Armours feet. Khary went toward the head hauling the winch line with him.
The Armour was face down in the dirt, arms and legs splayed but relaxed, like it had laid down to rest ages ago and just never got back up. That probably wasn't far from the truth. Armours were sturdy, but nothing is made to last forever.
Other than being depleted, Jan could see nothing unusual about this Armour. About 3 meters tall, probably 250 kilograms clad head to toe in smooth chitinous plates of engineered fungus. Impacts, heat, cold, radiation, judging by the healed over scars this unit had experienced them all and shrugged them off. The one force it couldn’t withstand was time.
“Keep clear of that weapon.” Khary chided in that parental tone of his. He kept his voice low, but clear, like he was presiding over a funeral. Jan felt it was an unnecessary affectation. They could scream, or sing, or laugh. She was pretty sure the Armour wouldn’t be offended.
Jan looked over to where the Armours right forearm lay pointing back toward its feet. The launch tubes were empty and the rail was wide open. A tuft of grass was growing through the heat exchange vents. This Armour hadn’t created any ammunition or fired that weapon in years.
“Uh yeah. I think it’s good”
“Are you talking or listening.”
Khary stared back at her. It was the ‘take this serious’ look. Jan nodded and acquiesced but couldn’t hold back a small grin.
“Weapon appears depleted. Staying off axis.”
“Good. Okay. So, what have we got?”
Jan made a show of looking the Armour over. Tipping her head and squinting slightly.
“Concordian medium ranger. Fifth gen, maybe?”
Khary gathered the winch line into a loop in his free hand. “Yep, but it’s probably a fourth gen with a modification to the back plate for carrying equipment. We’ll be able to tell for sure when we flip it over. The sternum is different on-”
Jan heard what sounded like firewood being split and almost at the same instant the weapon spinning down. Small flakes of shredded grass hung in the midday air. Khary still stood across from her looking like a question had just occurred to him and he desperately wanted to ask it. The Armour had both of its arms raised above its head, but nothing else seemed to have moved. That’s when Khary tipped over sideways and howled.
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