IT'S ONLY POINT FIVE OF A SECONDS WORTH OF LAG! THERE'S NO FUCKING WAY SHE CAN TELL THE DIFFERENCE! I DON'T CARE WHAT-What? I-I'm being summoned to the kennels?
I love the idea that most rebel mechs are held together by spit and dreams. Thin armor that lets the hounds enjoy their hunt more easily. Weirdly playing into the methodology to ruin their humanity.
Ah yes, Ancyor. The dread of the Empire. It's footsteps made our pilots shake in their cockpits. Now that its in our posession, we'll discover all of its dreadful secre-
Sartha (muzzled, with bits of salt from fries glistening on her muzzle): Kione, it's okay. No really, it's not a big de–
Kione, coat majestically (dorkily, actually) billowing, chewing out the underpaid MechDonald's cashier: She asked for no goddamn pickles, you sorry fucking mutt!
I feel like there's a good story in following an engineer who keeps being saddled with Ancyor duty, gets scared shitless by command on account of that position leading to mistakes and, in learning how to do it, starts developing an appreciation for rebel engineering that makes everything worse.
like, a girl tries to avoid being sent to the kennels for making mistakes and, in becoming good at her job, starts understanding the rebels a little too well to be trusted with person privileges. That sounds pretty imperial.
Engineers screaming "no! This is better! It works!" as they get overruled because anything that increases training time or decreases the number of mech pilots that pass basic training is unacceptable.
Oh I was thinking more just... looking at the types of cannibalised parts originally used, that leading to wondering *why* those things were used, which can then lead you to consider the material conditions of the people you're fighting and oops, now you have rebel theory in your search history
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I've gone through a lot of detail to show how in-tune with Ixion she is.
What do you mean, SHE PREFERS IT LIKE THAT?!
*Sobs in mechanic*
Shit.
And that's how the kennels gained a new mutt.
What do you MEAN it's 30% duct tape?!
Kione, coat majestically (dorkily, actually) billowing, chewing out the underpaid MechDonald's cashier: She asked for no goddamn pickles, you sorry fucking mutt!