Added story and deck lists

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+Concepts
+===
+
+Here you'll find some concepts for Mecha: Immense Warfare that I'm working on currently - such as art, prototype deck lists and pieces of the game's story. Anything here is subject to alteration... but that goes for the whole website, really.
+
+Storyline
+===
+
+[Chapter 1: Unexpected Allies](/story/chapter_01)  
+[Chapter 2: Unexpected Idiots](/story/chapter_02)  
+Chapter 3: Coming Soon  
+
+Deck Lists
+===
+
+Grace's Command
+---
+17x Basic towers  
+2x Admiral Grace  
+2x Grace's Rally Cry  
+1x Sky Whale  
+2x Attack Orders  
+3x Cap Gun  
+2x Shortbow  
+1x Longbow  
+2x Spectre  
+2x Tunnel Warfare  
+2x Wind-Up Bull  
+2x Electric Bull  
+1x Turtle  
+1x Auto-Repairer  
+
+Donna's Search
+---
+15x Basic Towers  
+2x Donna, The Swift  
+2x Donna's Rally Cry  
+1x Dig For Answers  
+3x Insect Drone  
+2x Drone Swarm  
+1x Magpie Drone  
+1x Wasp Drone  
+2x Drone Nest  
+2x Battlefield Salvage  
+2x Bot-A-Pult  
+1x EMP Blast  
+2x Stonewall  
+3x Frequency Modulator  
+1x Gutshot  

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+Chapter 1: Unexpected Allies
+===
+
+With a deep breath, Grace pulled and pushed on her cockpit controls, and the whale took flight. Mechanical flesh and sinew flexed as the massive tail splashed its way through the air. The living machine, many times larger than its organic counterparts, pushed its way out of the first barrier.
+
+The familiar queasy sickness took hold in Grace’s gut, but she didn’t have time to let the effects die down. A squad of six flying Mechas were approaching; radio controlled, it seemed, by their flight patterns. The Central Empire had been sending more and more squads to harass their little group as of late.
+
+Two of the Mechas - Wasp Drones - broke formation and charged the whale.
+
+“This’ll be an easy one” Grace whispered to herself. She had feared that the six would attack together, but instead they’re going to test her capabilities. She would gladly oblige.
+
+“Admiral-” a crackly voice came across the radio. One of her technicians that still used her long-discarded title.
+
+“One of the drones isn’t receiving a signal”. So, there was a pilot. Yes, one of the four that were hanging back. Were they commanding the rest, or being commanded themselves?
+
+“Roger that. Keep an eye on it. I want to know when it moves.”
+
+“Roger Admiral. Out.”
+
+The first two drones approached. One. Two. Easy kills for her, despite her stolen Mecha - a Sky Whale - getting on in years.
+
+Another two approached, this time while maneuvering this way and that. To Grace, they resembled her technicians, viewed from above, trying to find something to do while looking busy doing it.
+
+She pushed the image out of her head; she knew the names and sob stories of every person who followed her during her coup. She didn’t want to think of them as anything but loyal, hard working friends - while also keeping her distance, to maintain her authority as the one responsible for their current situation.
+
+Three. Shot down with portside cannons. Four. Ground to dust between the whale’s teeth. Grace could feel the gritty metal in her own mouth, and the satisfaction oozing from the machine around her. She wondered sometimes, if the Mecha was smart enough to realise what it was doing to her.
+
+The fifth approached, dead straight. Grace was distracted by her thoughts, but even she couldn’t have predicted what came next. A massive burst of heat and fire, rippling across the whale’s steely skin. The fifth enemy Mecha had been rigged with explosives.
+
+This was new for the Empire. Mecha were expensive to build, and even harder to control. What had they sought to gain from spooking her whale? A low cry of shock resounded through the cockpit, and hot pinpricks pierced the skin of her face. She willed the machine around her to calm down, mentally asserting her authority, and her confidence.
+
+Such an act would’ve been futile when she had first “acquired” the whale. Back then, it really was just a machine. However, it’s time within proximity of the Catastrophe had caused it to gain at least some semblance of a mind. She had wondered what would happen when the Sky Whale decided not to obey, but she needed the safety of the Catastrophe's barriers. It was a risk she had to take.
+
+“Admiral-” the technician again.
+
+“Admiral, the last drone has a pilot.”
+
+“Roger that.” She was alert now. The whale was upset. She had to keep her mind focused for the commands from her hands to be obeyed.
+
+The last Wasp Drone hadn’t moved since it arrived. Tense moments past. Then suddenly, movement. Grace watched closely, both through the cockpit window and a display screen, as the drone convulsed. Then, it started to change.
+
+This mass produced piece of crap had apparently been retrofitted with the capability to change its external appearance. The face became humanoid; the ends of the legs resembled shoes, and the stinger, simply an aesthetic flourish, sharpened into very much a lethal weapon.
+
+Grace pondered this quirk for a moment, before the wasp attacked.
+
+It dived straight for the whale’s eyes, seemingly knowing that the whale would react. The behemoth of a machine winced in pain, swinging its head side to side. The wasp was moving too fast, Grace realized. This was more than a retrofit.
+
+“Home base! Patch me through to the enemy pilot!” she demanded, as a desperate plan began to form.
+
+“Uh- yes admiral!”.
+
+A buzzing sound filled the air. The engines of the wasp were being picked up by the microphone.
+
+“This is Grace Hopper, former admiral of the Oceania Navy.” She spoke with an authority earned through years of service.
+
+“Yes I know”. A child? The pilot of the wasp was a child, or someone who sounded very much like one. That threw her for a second.
+
+The whale snapped it’s massive mouth at the wasp, trying to rid itself of this horrible affliction.
+
+“You are in violation of the Washington treaty by attacking a civilian outpost in neutral territory.”
+
+“My commander said you would say that. Did you know that possessing a military grade Mecha as a civilian violated that treaty too?”
+
+She was talking about the Sky Whale. Damn; she was fair game.
+
+“Also,” the girl continued, “you’re a runaway. I read that you stole the Sky Whale and ran to the Catastrophe, where the navy police couldn’t follow you.”
+
+Right again. The Catastrophe was technically in Central Empire territory. Oceania couldn’t do anything without aggravating tensions.
+
+“Finally,” oh, this was gonna be good, “you’ve been hiding in the Catastrophe’s barriers, which is against the law.”
+
+Strike three. Entering the barriers is easy. Getting back out was deadly. Thus, illegal.
+
+“So”, the voice concluded, “can I join?”
+
+The whale snapped again, and again. Grace pushed her surprise to the back of her mind to focus. This whale was not happy.
+
+“It depends.” Grace began “How did you change that Mecha’s appearance and capabilities?”
+
+“I knew that’d get your attention. I did it so you’d try to recruit me.”
+
+Ouch. The little so and so- was right. Why else did she contact her in the first place?
+
+“You haven’t answered my question.”
+
+“I can make Mechas transform. I don’t know how it works, only that I need to focus really hard. My commander was teaching me how before I left.”
+
+“So you stole a bunch of Mechas and attacked us?”
+
+“Well-” the voice paused for a moment. “I figured I’d show you what I could do. I’m a good pilot. When they found what I could do, the army started training me.”
+
+“They” Grace emphasised the word. “who are they? What army?”
+
+“I’m from the Central Empire. I don’t know exactly where from.”
+
+This was a problem. If the Central Empire came looking for her, they’d have every right to expunge their little camp from the face of the Earth. On the other hand, that ability was… unique. It’s something she had never seen in Oceania, and it might be connected to the Catastrophe somehow.
+
+The empire would definitely want her back. There’s simply no way they’d let an asset like that slip away during the night. There was likely several large retrieval teams looking for her all over the continent. If she - or her Mechas - were tracked here, there’s no way she could fight them all off. It’s suicide.
+
+“Welcome aboard kid. what's your name?”
+
+“I’m Donna. And I’m not a kid. I’m fourteen.”
+
+Grace couldn’t stop a smirk from crossing her face.
+
+“Dock with the whale. I want to show you something.” Her technicians would be having a heart attack from hearing this exchange. If she and the kid were still alive by sundown, only then would they return to base.
+
+---
+
+Grace huffed and puffed her way up the trail. She was not a young woman anymore, and her shoes weren’t built for mountaineering.
+
+The kid - Donna - dutifully followed behind.
+
+They couldn’t get a clear view from the air, so they had landed their Mechas about five klicks down the mountain. Ahead and above them was the cloudy blue dome that marked the threshold of the second barrier.
+
+Finally, they reached an outcrop of rock and shrubs that hid the weak point.
+
+“Let me catch my breath.” said Grace, before downing half a bottle of water. 
+
+Donna was staring at the barrier; an ever shifting veil of dull light, that seemed as solid as the ground beneath their feet. Thanks to some sort of quirk in the visual distillation of whatever the technician had said, the bottom of the barrier was nearly clear. This point, in particular, was completely transparent.
+
+“Go and have a look. But don’t cross the barbed wire.”
+
+Donna carefully crossed the outcropping, until she reached said wire.
+
+Then her jaw dropped.
+
+Grace followed and caught her breath, not for the first time, when she laid eyes on the Catastrophe.
+
+It was massive, easily the size of the largest mountain ranges, stretching beyond sight in either direction. Colored lights danced across its top, and between the columns that made up the sides. The hull itself was a dull, dusty pink, but still radiated beauty as though it gleamed.
+
+For most first time viewers, it takes time to comprehend what they’re seeing. Donna, on the other hand, had already seen photos and videos (even of its interior), but seeing it in person was… simply dazzling.
+
+The Catastrophe, an alien spacecraft that caused so much pain and death, yet was so beautiful. This was the origin of the technology that became the Mechas, as well as the barriers that trapped those entering like a pitcher plant. It’s mysteries had enticed many to enter, but so far none had returned.
+
+This was all known to Donna, of course, but she was grateful to the admiral for bringing her here to see it in person.
+
+“Let’s go.” Grace broke the silence after a while. “We can discuss theories later. Right now, we need food. Have you eaten?”
+
+She was answered with a simple shake of the head. Grace started down the path impatiently. Donna took one last long moment to drink it all in, before swearing to herself,
+
+“I’ll solve the secrets of the Catastrophe.”
+
+---
+
+Written by Kayne Ruse

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+# WARNING: incomplete
+
+Chapter 2: Unexpected Idiots
+===
+
+With a sigh, Jason un-flicked a switch, tilted the sticks backward, and forced the mole to climb. Drill after drill after drill pushed it’s way through dirt and stone, climbing towards the surface, and fresh air. Ugly and unglamorous, the Drill Mole was certainly built for speed. At least underground.
+
+Learning to pilot this thing was relatively easy - five hours curled up with the user’s manual was worth it - the hard part was convincing immigration that it was his personal construction vehicle, and not a weapon like most other Mechas. Still, those drills could serve the purpose if need be.
+
+Five minutes. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. How far down was he? He still couldn’t read the gauges properly…
+
+Sunlight! Brilliant blinding sunlight flooded the cockpit, making Jason flinch in pain as his eyes failed to adjust. Slowly, color returned to the world. He had surfaced in a rocky plain.
+
+He flung open the hatch, taking a deep breath of the Siberian air for the first time in hours. Recycled air did not agree with him, nor he with the recycled air. He dropped to the ground and brushed himself off, before producing a small comb and fixing his blonde, trim hair. You never know who you’ll meet out here, and he always tried to leave a good impression.
+
+He began to take in his surroundings. There were shrubs and rocks, some gravel, rocks and yellow grass. The hole he had left behind was already beginning to collapse. He had read something about support beams, but he didn’t really need them. The dirt covered Drill Mole - a drill on each arm and it’s nose - stood grinning it's familiar custom painted grin.
+
+In the distance was a large pink mountain range, while behind him was what looked like some kind of shelf, or the inside of a crater. He turned forward-
+
+Pink. Big. Big. Way bigger than he thought. Jason’s brain clicked into place, and he was hit with a wave of perspective. Ahead of him was the Catastrophe. Above him were the dancing lights of multiple barriers. Behind him was the lip of the great impact crater.
+
+He couldn’t contain a jump for joy, nor a triumphant scream. His idea had worked! The barriers can’t affect you if you’re underground! Oh how the ladies back home will see him, decked out in gold and jewels from selling the alien technology he finds.
+
+He turned back to the Drill Mole and froze. In his excitement, he had stepped towards the Catastrophe, and seemingly through a barrier. He could see it clearly now, with the glare of the sun no longer between the barrier and himself.
+
+He had aimed to surface well within the third barrier, but he had fallen short. Through some chance, he had surfaced just outside a barrier; probably the third. Shimmering lights showed that the mole was poking it’s caterpillar tires and it’s nose through.
+
+How had he crossed? The barriers were supposed to be extremely dangerous, more dangerous than what was inside the Catastrophe. And yet, he had stepped through this one unharmed. Maybe it was broken?
+
+Confident in his deduction, he took a large step through the third barrier.
+
+---
+
+His head was pounding.
+
+That was the first thing that came to mind. He tried to lift his hands, but couldn’t. He tried to let out a moan, but couldn’t. He tried to open his eyes.
+
+Jason was on some kind of bed, strapped in. The tiny room around him was shuddering slightly, with a regular rhythm that matched the pounding in his head.
+
+He wiggled a hand free, and loosened the straps. Slowly, he sat up, just barely avoiding  a knock to the head, and took in his surroundings. 
+
+He was in a Mecha, that was for sure. Something with legs and a regular gait. At the front was a small doorway, through which he could see the back of a pilot’s chair. The back of the Mecha clearly opened up to allow entry - that would look quite silly.
+
+“Hello?” He called.
+
+“You’re awake?” A voice replied.
+
+“Who are you, and where are you taking me?”
+
+“Straight to the point. I like that. The name’s Bear, we’re heading to a safehouse. Don’t worry, your Mecha’s following behind on a radio tether.”
+
+Jason looked around for a fridge or something, he was parched. Finding a small box designed for food - what were they called? - he found, and then downed a bottle of water.
+
+“Help yourself. I’m not one to be greedy when it comes to necessities. How are you holding up?”
+
+“What happened? I feel like I went on a bender.” Jason rubbed his head. The throbbing wasn't going away.
+
+“You crossed the third barrier, by the looks of it. You see the bottle of bourbon there?” Bear was talking about a sealed bottle of- how old was this?
+
+“Drink it. You’ll need it for the second barrier.”
+
+“Wait!” Jason exclaimed, as he stood too fast. “I’m trying to get to the Catastrophe.”
+
+“Oh? There’s nothing there for you, trust me.”
+
+“Stop and turn around! I can get through the barriers!”
+
+Suddenly, the Mecha stopped. The pilot’s chair swiveled around and lowered to floor level, revealing an fat, gruff looking man sporting a beard. A smile crossed his face; a strange look look of genuine kindness.
+
+“Now then.” Bear began, “How? How do you expect to get back out?”
+
+“Underground!” the word made Bear drop his facade.
+
+“Listen.” Jason continued. “If you’re deep enough, the barriers won’t affect you. I reached outside the third barrier without a single thing going wrong.”
+
+Bear leaned back in his chair, his face a look of cynicism, but his eyes betraying understanding.
+
+“You know the barriers only affect you when you try to leave, right mate? You can get as close as you like and you’ll be fine. But if you try to get back out, that venus fly trap will kill you. And before you try, you’re not the first one to try digging under the barriers. That doesn’t work either.”
+
+Jason just stared with his mouth slightly agape. How stupid he must look, not knowing something like that. It only kills you on the way out. Suddenly, the encounter with the third barrier made sense.
+
+“Listen.” Bear continued “These are dangerous areas. You’re lucky I found you when I did. You’re welcome to stay at my safehouse, but you’ll need to pull your weight.”
+
+Jason thought for a moment.
+
+“How do I get to the Catastrophe, and get back out again?”
+
+“I’ve been trying to figure that out for ten years. If you do, let me know.”
+
+With that, Bear turned around, raised his chair, and began the Mecha’s incessant march forward.
+
+“What’s the second barrier like?” Asked Jason, as he made himself comfortable in the back.
+
+“Horrible. It’s like being drunk.”
+
+“What’s horrible about being drunk?”
+
+“Ask a glass of water.” With that, Bear let out a thunderous belly laugh at his own joke, while his - captive - audience mentally rolled his eyes.
+
+---
+
+Written by Kayne Ruse

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