"We'll be back"- Anonymous carving found all over Mecca
Grandmaster John looked down from his helicopter. Smoke rose from the outskirts of his former capital, and jihadists paraded through the streets, firing their guns in the air. He couldn't help but wonder, as he watched Mecca grow small in the distance, that had the war not happened, that maybe just one of those men could have been saved? Instead of firing at members of the Order, perhaps one would listen to their preaching? Instead of converting, the Order had sent countless young Muslims to hell, and doomed many more to a lifetime under a Muslim theocracy, eliminating almost any chances of conversion. Guilt overwhelmed Grandmaster John.
"Christ give me strength," he mumbled as the blades of the helicopter spun on.
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The leaders of the Order gathered around in a spacious room, with many sets of knight's armor and ornate decorations all around the room. The capital had been relocated to Sana'a, and the leaders of the Order had been holding meetings frequently in order to reorganize the country in face of its devastating losses. By all accounts, things had not been so bad. Hundreds of years of Order occupation had made much of the population Christian, and those who weren't were fairly tolerant. Many of the Order's best troops had survived the war, as did most of its ministers. Still, the task of running the Order of Mecca without the actual city of Mecca was getting a bit difficult.
..."And so we shall not challenge the Chinese on the status on Socotra.... yet. Agreed?" Grandmaster John said sternly.
All in the room agreed.
"Now, for our next matter. As you well know, our men were hopelessly outnumbered during our war against the Iranians. Even with better equipment and training, we were overwhelmed. Now, our scientists are working on a way to prevent such an onslaught from bringing us to our knees again. I give you, the Sampson I!"
As he said this, a man entered the room, wearing a bulky exoskeleton, tubes and wires running all over the arm and leg sections. Despite its cumbersome appearance, the man strode up to the front of the table with remarkable smoothness and speed.
"Gentlemen, I give you the Sampson I, the fruit of our scientists' labor," John boasted proudly. "Capable of running at speeds twice that of the average man, and for 4 times as long. And with the power this thing possesses, the wearer is able to wield an arm mounted minigun, as well as enough ammo to keep it firing for a full 2 minutes. Allow him to demonstrate."
The man in the suit walked out on a balcony. He shouted "pull", and dozens of clay targets flew into the air. He quickly raised his arm, unleashing a hail of lead into the air. The targets were not shattered. They were vaporized. The force of the bullets was far beyond just overkill. But it did not matter. The demonstration had left its mark on the men.
"But what about vulnerability?" One of the other Masters asked. "The man may be able to dish out pain, but what is stopping a sniper from simply blowing his brains out from miles away?"
"That is a great question Paul," John replied. "Our scientists our continuing their work. Armor will be incorporated into the Sampson exoskeleton, allowing for our men to work without fear of all but the heaviest of enemy armaments!"
The room was filled with claps, and to finish off the demonstration, the man in the suit got out and let each of the Masters walk around the room in the suit, and allow each to shoot some targets. Unanimously they agreed to fund the Sampson's development.
Next time, they'd be ready.