Someone suggested that I should start writing some stories for all of these machines that I create. So here is a first attempt. Hunted Part I The heat was unbearable inside the vehicle. It must have been close to 90 degrees ( 32 Celsius ), it made me hate to think what it was like outside. We had shut down the air conditioning units to conserve energy. We were six days past when we were due to leave and had no choice. Just an hour ago we were running hard across the desert, pushing the hydrogen turbine engine into the red. We had to do it, even though we were overheating and probably damaging some vital components. We had to do it because we were being hunted. We still do not know what was hunting us but whatever it was, it is capable of laying waste to medium sized military outposts. The last outpost we came across was so completely devastated that it sent a cold spike through my spine and chilled me to the bone despite the heat inside the vehicle. We thought that we were dead meat when things started to explode all around us, that is when we blasted our way out of there onto the desert wasteland. Our team is highly trained and only the best get to take on these types of recon missions. The type of mission with a large amount of unknown factors, that is what our team is best at. But this unknown factor had shaken the whole team, even the commander. We were really shaken when we saw the dropship that was due to pick us up get blown out of the sky. One minute we were making jokes and planning our down time back at base, the next we are taking fire all around us. We high tailed it out of there and have been running ever since. We finally made it to a mining facility, which was eerily vacant. The only sounds that could be heard were the ticking of heated vehicle armor and the occasional obscenity coming from the engine compartment where the mechanic was trying to hold our ATV together. I was checking on the ammo, which was extremely low when the ATV's sensors flashed on the console. To be continued