Engineering
Isao slowed his breathing as the fighting died down. Was it over? Was it truly over? He loosened his grip on the NMX Neko but kept hand on the prisoner's shoulder to maintain a stance of security to her given the I'ee's aggressive movements. He didn't know the language of their kind but telegraphed the notion of 'Don't' by moving the long bayonet of the SMG to rise close to the Neko's right arm, flat against her and not angled.
As he got a point to think over the prisoner's words, he felt tears well up in his eyes in his eyes behind his helmet. All this time he'd watched his comrades die, one by one, two by two, they fell to leave him all alone and on the run against them. These years of captivity, survival, and waiting to finally get that step closer to going home.
Home...
How long had he been gone? If the Power Armor's chronometer held strong, it had been nine years. Was his son even remembering him? All of this was too much for right now, they still had to make deal. He knew that he was the last of the Emperor's soldiers onboard this vessel. And it was up to these Yamataian soldiers to make his deal as he was just as alien as the NMX Neko was.
Isao spoke as he lowered his SMG but kept his hands at the ready out of emotion and habit, his voice sounding slightly strained but mostly composed despite his overflowing of emotion,
"Did we do it? Did we make it?"
Isao slowed his breathing as the fighting died down. Was it over? Was it truly over? He loosened his grip on the NMX Neko but kept hand on the prisoner's shoulder to maintain a stance of security to her given the I'ee's aggressive movements. He didn't know the language of their kind but telegraphed the notion of 'Don't' by moving the long bayonet of the SMG to rise close to the Neko's right arm, flat against her and not angled.
As he got a point to think over the prisoner's words, he felt tears well up in his eyes in his eyes behind his helmet. All this time he'd watched his comrades die, one by one, two by two, they fell to leave him all alone and on the run against them. These years of captivity, survival, and waiting to finally get that step closer to going home.
Home...
How long had he been gone? If the Power Armor's chronometer held strong, it had been nine years. Was his son even remembering him? All of this was too much for right now, they still had to make deal. He knew that he was the last of the Emperor's soldiers onboard this vessel. And it was up to these Yamataian soldiers to make his deal as he was just as alien as the NMX Neko was.
Isao spoke as he lowered his SMG but kept his hands at the ready out of emotion and habit, his voice sounding slightly strained but mostly composed despite his overflowing of emotion,
"Did we do it? Did we make it?"