CadetNewb
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Aboard the Atuan
Sometime in the Future:
The Impulse ran and rounded the corner, sticking it's handheld gauss rifle around; depleted uranium slugs smashed against diamond coated steel and finally penetrated as the blind fire randomly tore into the Demon Power Armor. The charging mass tumbled and fell, momentum carrying it forward. A second Demon rounded the corner, which she shot in the head with a burst before the rifle clicked empty. She backed away, but it pitched forward, knocking her onto her fanny. Soon enough, a terribly battered Crooked Demon was clambering over the remains of the first with it's primary arms. A 35mm rifle in the clutches of the sub-arms began to swing at her while firing. Heart racing, she fired her knuckle spikes at the heavy duty rifle and fried it, but not before a few rounds struck her shields. The final round hurtled through the air, barely slipping through the threshold of her field and slamming into Yoshiko's visor.
When the spall entered her right eye, she screamed in agony like the little girl she was. Yoshiko clutched at the helmet, hands over the blackened crater as she writhed in pain. New pain lanced up her body as the Crooked Demon grasped her with it's vibro claws. Yoshiko's fist fired out her second and last group of electrified spikes, one of them penetrating into a joint and jolting it to a standstill. As she painstakingly wriggled out of the trapped and mangled Impulse, another Demon looked over the pileup. Bare and bleeding, Yoshiko tried to drag herself up onto her feet with a hand railing in an attempt to flee.
'How did it come to this?' she cried.
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Aboard the Atuan
The Present:
"Good, you're both here. Come on, we're just about to start the briefing Vintropolis, Victoria." The dark man spoke, greeting the two newcomers. "With luck, I won't have to shout at anyone to get up. Though...well, I got to admit, I'd rather have Ged do the shouting. He's technically capable of being louder than any of us here."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming, I'm coming." Yoshiko despondently replied from the rear. Her uniform was uncharacteristically messy, oil and grime marring it's surface. Since getting put on probation, she'd been working harder than ever in an attempt to drown out her descent deeper into depression. He felt sympathy for her, he really did. After all, most people would feel this way after being banned from the cockpit of one's own giant mecha, right?
"It's not all that bad. Just another week, hang in there." he replied, hoping to cheer her up just a tad. She gave him a weak, sleepy eyed smile as she filed in. He shook his head after Yoshiko passed by, watching the floor at her feet as she went. Kelly's short cornrows shook back and forward with him in agreement. It wasn't good. "Well?" he asked all the other pilots, putting more life into his words. "You guys coming or not? Double time it! Move-it, move-it!"
Sometime in the Future:
The Impulse ran and rounded the corner, sticking it's handheld gauss rifle around; depleted uranium slugs smashed against diamond coated steel and finally penetrated as the blind fire randomly tore into the Demon Power Armor. The charging mass tumbled and fell, momentum carrying it forward. A second Demon rounded the corner, which she shot in the head with a burst before the rifle clicked empty. She backed away, but it pitched forward, knocking her onto her fanny. Soon enough, a terribly battered Crooked Demon was clambering over the remains of the first with it's primary arms. A 35mm rifle in the clutches of the sub-arms began to swing at her while firing. Heart racing, she fired her knuckle spikes at the heavy duty rifle and fried it, but not before a few rounds struck her shields. The final round hurtled through the air, barely slipping through the threshold of her field and slamming into Yoshiko's visor.
When the spall entered her right eye, she screamed in agony like the little girl she was. Yoshiko clutched at the helmet, hands over the blackened crater as she writhed in pain. New pain lanced up her body as the Crooked Demon grasped her with it's vibro claws. Yoshiko's fist fired out her second and last group of electrified spikes, one of them penetrating into a joint and jolting it to a standstill. As she painstakingly wriggled out of the trapped and mangled Impulse, another Demon looked over the pileup. Bare and bleeding, Yoshiko tried to drag herself up onto her feet with a hand railing in an attempt to flee.
'How did it come to this?' she cried.
*****
Aboard the Atuan
The Present:
"Good, you're both here. Come on, we're just about to start the briefing Vintropolis, Victoria." The dark man spoke, greeting the two newcomers. "With luck, I won't have to shout at anyone to get up. Though...well, I got to admit, I'd rather have Ged do the shouting. He's technically capable of being louder than any of us here."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming, I'm coming." Yoshiko despondently replied from the rear. Her uniform was uncharacteristically messy, oil and grime marring it's surface. Since getting put on probation, she'd been working harder than ever in an attempt to drown out her descent deeper into depression. He felt sympathy for her, he really did. After all, most people would feel this way after being banned from the cockpit of one's own giant mecha, right?
"It's not all that bad. Just another week, hang in there." he replied, hoping to cheer her up just a tad. She gave him a weak, sleepy eyed smile as she filed in. He shook his head after Yoshiko passed by, watching the floor at her feet as she went. Kelly's short cornrows shook back and forward with him in agreement. It wasn't good. "Well?" he asked all the other pilots, putting more life into his words. "You guys coming or not? Double time it! Move-it, move-it!"