
The Trattorians fire at the massive robots, but their rounds harmlessly ping off their armor. (blurry)

The Galacians are unable to kill anyone, but the Space Austrians mow 3 of them down. (A fourth guy tries to pick up the Gauss gun and accidentally fries himself)

One of the units tears a limb from Amadeus, there is a great sound of ripping and a fountain of blood
He wields the severed limb as a great spear, stabbing it into the monster's head

The massive robot slowly plunges his newly found weapon into his foe, screams emanating from the robot as it forces the bladed arm through it's body, blood pouring for the once formidable beast as the blade split its spine, cracking metal plates and searing through the soft matter below
Legislator: oh well, *cough* It's not like I was up for reelection anyway.

The mecha lets our a cry pf anger as it stands above it's broken foe. The remaining Galacian forces retreat in terror, bringing the battle to a close.
Epilogue:Location: Project COLORBURST headquarters, deep inside Vienna II
General Von Berg: Fascinating, a structure that is neither biological nor technological, neither monster nor machine. Although,
I'm sure it's more like our units than any of us are willing to admit, those things bleed too.
Someone enters behind him
Boy: What's going on? where are we?
Von Berg: I'll explain in time. Do you have a name? I mean, before you came here?
Boy: Yes, it's-
Von Berg: (cutting him off) you know what, I don't care.
Boy: You didn't answer my question, where are we? What's going on? What is that thing we fought?
Von Berg: Well, the council advised me to give you small bits of information shrouded in mystery and metaphorical jargon over a series of several meetings, but I say screw all that. Here are the facts. I'm General Von Berg, in charge of the COLORBURST program. I know COLORBURST is a nonsensical name, but the name we wanted to use was trademarked, apparently by the Trattorian science and intelligence division that dreamed up that
thing (he gestures at Amadeus). Anyway that's beside the point, we are currently in the secret COLORBURST facility, a.k.a "flash point mantle" as for what is going on, a year ago we discovered an ancient battle station from an unknown race of beings, our attempts at using it to develop our superweapon program bore no fruit. however, we had much more success using the technology to develop massive robots which combine natural and artificial matter. You piloted the first of these units,
Commissar, otherwise known as unit 9. We started at 9 because we though that would make it seem like we had more units. If the other nations thought we were trying to defend an entire section of the galaxy with
two mechas, everyone would think we desperate or something. Quite recently we finished construction on unit 10. You will remember her from the battle, unit 10 is piloted by that girl we kidnapped at the same time as you. And No, we're not not letting you see her any time soon.
Now, you didn't ask about this but, I'm going to assume you want to know about your family. There is at least one individual with a similar genetic signature as yours near the Brittanian sector, but that's all we know of. Admittedly it was hoped that you might have family within our empire, but you don't seem to. And now finally, what were you fighting? Well, short answer, we're not sure. It seems as if it's quite similar to the units you pilot, except it needs no minifig to function. We are still studying it however. I just hope there aren't more of them.
Does that answer your questions?
Boy: I'm not sure
Von Berg: well, that's all the time I have for today. You don't seen to be experiencing the psychological side-effects as we had expected, so I suspect that you will live long enough for us to talk again. So I'll tell you more later.
You can set up an appointment at the main desk on the fifth floor, see if you can get Anna to set it up for you.

He takes a drink from his cup as he walks away.
[TO BE CONTINUED]