A lucky hit, impossible odds with how fast the mech was dodging, diving, sliding around the battlefield. A clean entry straight through a sensor pod, down into the armor beneath it at such a perfect angle it takes you a precious second to realize that it it didn't ricochet away. - ThreadSky

nyetalia.bsky.social • 164 days ago

A lucky hit, impossible odds with how fast the mech was dodging, diving, sliding around the battlefield. A clean entry straight through a sensor pod, down into the armor beneath it at such a perfect angle it takes you a precious second to realize that it it didn't ricochet away.

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risky.bsky.social•164 days ago

brutal

nyetalia.bsky.social•164 days ago

Right into the cockpit, but not back out. Bouncing around inside and shredding whatever wicked thing is in there you hope, pray, beg. The way it lurches unsteadily forward is promising, the way it zeroes in on your totally outclassed walker-frame is terrifying.

nyetalia.bsky.social•164 days ago

It doesn't close the distance, though you're tensed so hard you'll feel the muscle cramps for days after. The tension releases like a spring, violent relief as the slender mech in front of you twitches, stumbles, swings weapons mounts in wild firing arcs as it hits the dirt.

nyetalia.bsky.social•164 days ago

You consider approaching, just for a moment, before training your weapon back on it. There's a lot of fluid leaking from the puncture point, something pink and vital looking. Anti-g fluid, immersion cockpit liquid, the reason it can pack so much thrust onto such a light frame.

nyetalia.bsky.social•164 days ago

The wreck hisses, loud enough to make you flinch in your walker, enough to be visibly afraid if there was anything left alive around you to notice. More of the liquid floods out, dirt turning to mud around the mech as part of the cockpit pops open and something small slides out.

nyetalia.bsky.social•164 days ago

A pilot. Head to toe in black, shiny with the immersion fluid, face obscured by a black and featureless helmet and frame weighed down by trailing twisted cables. It's clutching at one coming out of a port where it's mouth is, pulling at it even as it scrambles in the mud.

nyetalia.bsky.social•164 days ago

The probe-cable slides free, the helmet slips off and your weapon automatically tracks it to the ground as it falls to it's hands and knees and starts to wretch up more of that same fluid, heaving as it tries to clear out its lungs. You think some of it might be blood, too.

undercurrent.bsky.social•164 days ago

Every post easily a highlight of what remains of social media for me these days (and awesome that youre on bsky now btw). Love a messed up little pilot. Enjoyed the fic you recommended aswell!

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