Alex Hart
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Requiem for a fallen brother
Alex coughed. The battle had taken a toll on him. His vision was blurred from blood trailing down into his eyes from his forehead. He could see little through his flesh and blood eyes, but sensors intact on his mecha told him the story all too well. Jason was dead. And it was his fault.
He hadn't known the clone all too well, but they had a bond that was indescribable. Jason had been brought into the world because of Alex's skill in the eyes of a psychotic corperation, and now had left it because that skill was not enough to face up to real foes. The brash youth had been in existence for all of a few months before his existence was snuffed out.
Alex felt a few tears leak from his eyes, intermingling with the blood there. He heard himself begin to cry a little. All he could see was the torpedo slamming into Jason over and over, the torpedo he had fired. It was his fault.
Those who were looking on at the outside of the craft would see it reach out toward Jason.
Alex coughed. The battle had taken a toll on him. His vision was blurred from blood trailing down into his eyes from his forehead. He could see little through his flesh and blood eyes, but sensors intact on his mecha told him the story all too well. Jason was dead. And it was his fault.
He hadn't known the clone all too well, but they had a bond that was indescribable. Jason had been brought into the world because of Alex's skill in the eyes of a psychotic corperation, and now had left it because that skill was not enough to face up to real foes. The brash youth had been in existence for all of a few months before his existence was snuffed out.
Alex felt a few tears leak from his eyes, intermingling with the blood there. He heard himself begin to cry a little. All he could see was the torpedo slamming into Jason over and over, the torpedo he had fired. It was his fault.
Those who were looking on at the outside of the craft would see it reach out toward Jason.