<Based on real life and drop events>
The One Armed Bandit
“..*.*#..DOON! Wher..**#....an?”
“Whhhaaaaa...?” My voice weak. The smell of burning silicon and wires oppressive in the scorching hot cockpit.
“Kjudoon! Are you receiving me?” I couldn't recognize the voice. My ears still rang from the impact of two AC20 rounds having struck my mech, one of which to the head. The cockpit was starred in one corner. Fans blasting in fresh air and drawing out the smoke fast, but not fast enough.
“Yeah! I hear you... kinda!”
“Where are you? We're pinned down!” I still couldn't place the name to the voice. I am pretty sure I have a concussion and my right arm is screaming at me. Wait. It wasn't supposed to be folded that way, was it? I thought elbows came standard facing backwards, not forwards. Ohhhh... this isn't good. Not good at all.
“I hear you but I'm a mess right now. Give me a minute to figure out what's going on!”
“We don't have a minute! Target Kilo and start dropping fast!” Oh right... missiles on target. Gotta help them out. I reached for the joystick instinctively with my right arm, then nearly blacked out from the sickening crunch from my elbow as the arm reversed its direction. I choked on a scream of pain resulting in a sickening gurgle into the mic.
I suddenly watched two blue names go red in my lance.
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Seraphim Pilot Lore: One Armed Bandit
Started by Kjudoon, May 23 2014 07:45 AM
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