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BETAに抵抗するMT兵器と歩兵部隊

やたらデカイ弾丸が射出された。ミサイルではなくロケット弾というイメージです。

#Outdoors #Gun #Helmet #Weapon #Military uniform #Armored Core #Cannon #Battle #Rocket Launcher #Rifle #Aircraft #Explosion #Military #Soldier #war #Military Vehicle #Muv-Luv Alternative

Published on Oct 30, 2026

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mecha focus, military sci-fi, retro-futuristic hovercraft mecha, star-shaped flattened thick hull, four downward-facing ducted float fans (one front, one back, one left, one right), glass-domed cockpit at hull nose, twin machine gun ports at nose, multiple rocket launcher mounted on hull top, small size, cheap mass-produced model, weathered old-fashioned look, low-altitude hovering, several identical friendly units, machine gun strafing, rockets launching forward, horde of white monsters, six legs, two abnormally long arms, muscular torso, swollen bulging head, black dot eyes, exposed white canine fangs, heavy bombardment, muzzle flashes, rocket trails, wasteland battlefield background, many female infantry soldiers accompanying, wide shot, from side, from below, dutch angle, dynamic composition, no text The shot is a wide, low camera tilted a few degrees off level, looking slightly up from a foxhole-height vantage across a wasteland battlefield, so the hovering machines read as looming silhouettes against a bruised sky. In the near-midground a single small hovercraft holds low altitude, half a meter of dust-churned air beneath its keel, its flattened star-shaped hull five-pointed and chunky, old stamped steel with mismatched replacement plates and chipped olive drab paint. Four ducted float fans hang downward at the star's points — front, back, left and right — their intake grilles scuffed, each blowing a flat disc of dust that spreads outward and leaves four separate rings on the broken ground directly below, the only place the dust is thin. At the hull's nose the glass cockpit dome catches the sky, and inside it a compact pilot silhouette hunches over the controls; below and beside the dome the twin machine gun ports stutter, spent casings arcing down and back into the machine's own dust wake. On the hull's spine the boxy multiple launcher sits raked forward, its tubes half-emptied, and two rockets are already out — one mid-flight with a bright tail corkscrewing forward-right, the other just clearing the tube with smoke still clinging to the muzzle. Behind and above it, three more identical craft fan out in a staggered line, one banking hard so its star hull shows edge-on, all firing forward into the same killing ground. Ahead of them, filling the middle distance, the horde: dozens of white monsters packed shoulder to shoulder, each on six splayed legs, torso thick and muscular, two abnormally long arms swinging past their knees, heads swollen and bulbous with two flat black dot eyes and jaws hanging open to show bared white canines. They charge into the fire, some rearing, one toppling sideways with its long arms flung out. Impact blooms erupt across the mass — rocket detonations throwing white limbs and dust, machine gun rounds cutting lines of dust geysers across the herd, tracer streaks and shrapnel filling the air between the two forces. The battlefield is dry scrub and cracked earth, wrecked hulls half-buried, a broken concrete culvert, distant ridges hazed in dust. Along the craft's line and scattered through the near foreground, female infantry soldiers accompany the advance: short-haired and ponytailed, helmeted, in dusty olive fatigues and armored vests, one kneeling behind a low berm with a rifle shouldered and cheek to the stock, another running crouched with her weapon up, a third waving the hovercraft forward with a raised fist, all small against the machines and all facing the monster line. Light comes from a low sun behind the machines, backlighting the dust so the fan rings and rocket trails glow, throwing the monster faces into shadow except for their white teeth, with the sky a cold slate grey grading to dirty amber at the horizon. Palette is olive drab, bone white, dust ochre and gunmetal, with rocket fire as the only hot color. The craft's shadow falls forward onto the dust beneath it, shorter than the machine, because it never quite touches the ground. Frantic, desperate.

BETAに抵抗するMT兵器と歩兵部隊

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