Flashfic: Mecha Hero?
Title: Mecha Hero?
Fandom/'verse: unspecified science fiction setting
Rating/Warnings: General audiences
Summary: When the war doesn't last as long as you expect...
Mecha Hero?
Stupid aliens. Stupid alien invasions. TV lied. Becoming a mecha pilot was supposed to be awesome. How'd he end up doing this?
"Unit Green Two, ready for launch?"
"Green Two, ready."
It was as if a giant kicked the back of his seat when the electromagnetic catapult grabbed his two ton walking robot and flung it into the night sky. A bare thirty seconds of free fall before the magnetic chute deployed, it's invisible wings of force slowing him to land with muffled thuds on the city pavement.
"Green Two, I've landed at the designated zone. No activity in the area."
"Roger Green Two, proceed with mission."
"Proceeding." Stepping the robot out from the red painted grid of the landing pad he looked up and down the street before calling out to the robot's AI. "Deploy sprayers."
Nozzles appeared at the ends of the robot's arms, spraying a lightly foaming liquid from where he stood to the next light. "Retract sprayers. Deploy vacuum."
He reached up as a box opened on the back of his robot. Grabbing a long tube and guiding it to the foam below. "Activate vacuum." A soft whine and the thump of his steps filled the night air. Slowly walking along the street vacuuming up the cleaning solution.
He signed up against his parent's wishes for this? Stupid surrendering aliens calling off their stupid invasion. How could he be a hero as a street sweeper?
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Fandom/'verse: unspecified science fiction setting
Rating/Warnings: General audiences
Summary: When the war doesn't last as long as you expect...
Mecha Hero?
Stupid aliens. Stupid alien invasions. TV lied. Becoming a mecha pilot was supposed to be awesome. How'd he end up doing this?
"Unit Green Two, ready for launch?"
"Green Two, ready."
It was as if a giant kicked the back of his seat when the electromagnetic catapult grabbed his two ton walking robot and flung it into the night sky. A bare thirty seconds of free fall before the magnetic chute deployed, it's invisible wings of force slowing him to land with muffled thuds on the city pavement.
"Green Two, I've landed at the designated zone. No activity in the area."
"Roger Green Two, proceed with mission."
"Proceeding." Stepping the robot out from the red painted grid of the landing pad he looked up and down the street before calling out to the robot's AI. "Deploy sprayers."
Nozzles appeared at the ends of the robot's arms, spraying a lightly foaming liquid from where he stood to the next light. "Retract sprayers. Deploy vacuum."
He reached up as a box opened on the back of his robot. Grabbing a long tube and guiding it to the foam below. "Activate vacuum." A soft whine and the thump of his steps filled the night air. Slowly walking along the street vacuuming up the cleaning solution.
He signed up against his parent's wishes for this? Stupid surrendering aliens calling off their stupid invasion. How could he be a hero as a street sweeper?
(This is a crossposting |
replies at the original post on dreamwidth | Comment at dreamwidth | You can comment on DW posts even if you don't have an account there Using OpenID!)