Metal Hurlant Chronicles

The last fragment of a once living planet.

its body blasted into dust

by the madness of its own inhabitants,

while its head was cursed to roam aimlessly

through time and space,

screaming in pain and sorrow.

in legend and in fact, it is known as

Metal Hurlant

UMA-61 could have been a colony like the others,

but with the discovery of the mechadrome,

the company wanted to take advantage

of this new energy source

to create an army of automated miners,

the Mechamorphes.

Alloys of metal and flesh,

they were the perfect tool.

Cheap, efficient

and of course they never complained.

But one day everything changed.

with the visit of the meteor,

suddenly, they were different.

They no longer followed orders

and began to turn against the humans.

Against us.

And since the dawn of their revolt,

after 30 years of peace,

we rediscovered war.

Everyone in their station.

Come on. Move, move.

Early warning system engaged.

They're coming in quick.

Soldier, any sign?

Give me those zero b.n.

Incoming! Brace yourself!

Our forces are overrun.

And each man we lose,

they find a use for him.

Beloved, we will lose this war.

Our situation is pitiful.

We are out of ammo,

critically low on supplies,

and every day our enemy grows stronger.

But the company has decided to regroup for one last push.

We must rally to the mechadrome and take the endomorphe to it,

for only the young and innocent

can bear the accelerated mutation of the mechadrome

and become a golem.

What it means for us, is a one-way trip.

That's all we have now.

But Golem could change it all.

It already did on UMA-34

when they had to deal with the

native insectoids living there.

But will it be enough this time?

Hell, I don't know.

We just have to make it.

That's the only way to be sure.

There were ten of us at the start.

Now we're down to half that number.

The endomorphe is fearful,

but now that we're behind enemy lines,

we know that this trench will lead us to the mechadrome,

and to our destiny.

Soon, I will be with you.

He's writing to his dead wife again.

Why?

Been doing it since the beginning of the war.

Dealing with his loss, remembering

who he's fighting for.

I don't know. Take your pick.

We've all lost family here.

Right now, we should concentrate

on protecting this little one.

Yeah. Looks like another one of us is going down.

Are we kidding ourselves here?

This is really all in vain.

Are we supposed to believe

that this little one is gonna become an all-powerful giant?

Do you have something better to believe in?

Young man.

See this letter?

Well, this letter is very important to me.

But I have no place to keep it.

You hold on to this.

And I'll go see if I can help out our friend over there, okay?

Son, how's he look?

We have a problem. He's tagged.

It was a lamar type of explosive,

and a micro-tentacle remained in his wound.

Looking at the size of it,

it still communicates with the original source.

That means they've been on our tail for a while.

They could be minutes, even seconds away.

We leave right now.

He doesn't wanna go anyway. He'll stay here.

Leave him his gun. Pick up the rest.

Everyone, we must leave right now.

Thank you for what you've done.

Make every shot count. Buy us some time.

Interesting.

They just never know when to give up.

Brave soldier...