Infested Space Mecha dream
I had a dream where I was a crewmember on a giant mecha- not a pilot, more an engineering type down lower in the mecha- this was a giant giant mecha, and there were five of us down below not counting the two pilots in the head to do engineering and such.
Anyway, the reason for the mecha's existence was to fight alien monsters that had a nasty infectious property. So we were one of the forces sent up to fight them in space.
Of course, down in the mecha I didn't get to see much of the fighting I was technically involved in, but I helped keep things going while obvious combat was going on. I think we were doing well.
Then word came down- while most of the enemy was gone, we'd been infected, with a hit to the gut. They could maybe do something about it... but it'd involve doing stuff we in the guts were unlikely to survive, just the pilots.
We looked to each other and nodded, and immediately agreed, telling them to do what they had to do to save themselves and fight on.
We got into the neck section, and it ejected along with the head- a not-very-protected position, mostly to protect us if there was something to pick us up in space, and we were going through the atmosphere to burn off anything.
Me and one of the women engineers when to a room that had a window (again, not very protected. And again, this mecha is huge, even the neck is fairly substantial), and held hands as we looked out and re-entry began, since if nothing else, it was a great view as we were going down.
Much to our surprise, we survived.
To our greater surprise, we landed safely.
To our less-pleasant surprise, it turns out that one of the groups that sent us up didn't like that we had survived- the intent was apparently to sacrifice us and use us for propaganda purposes or... something, we didn't really get a chance to ask.
So, with a group of baddies that outnumbered us a lot, we once again had to decide what to do. We looked at each other, and took out the sidearms stored in the mecha for emergencies. Then grinned, because we'd already survived the incredibly unlikely and were doing way better than we'd expected to live, so why not keep trying?
End of dream.
Anyway, the reason for the mecha's existence was to fight alien monsters that had a nasty infectious property. So we were one of the forces sent up to fight them in space.
Of course, down in the mecha I didn't get to see much of the fighting I was technically involved in, but I helped keep things going while obvious combat was going on. I think we were doing well.
Then word came down- while most of the enemy was gone, we'd been infected, with a hit to the gut. They could maybe do something about it... but it'd involve doing stuff we in the guts were unlikely to survive, just the pilots.
We looked to each other and nodded, and immediately agreed, telling them to do what they had to do to save themselves and fight on.
We got into the neck section, and it ejected along with the head- a not-very-protected position, mostly to protect us if there was something to pick us up in space, and we were going through the atmosphere to burn off anything.
Me and one of the women engineers when to a room that had a window (again, not very protected. And again, this mecha is huge, even the neck is fairly substantial), and held hands as we looked out and re-entry began, since if nothing else, it was a great view as we were going down.
Much to our surprise, we survived.
To our greater surprise, we landed safely.
To our less-pleasant surprise, it turns out that one of the groups that sent us up didn't like that we had survived- the intent was apparently to sacrifice us and use us for propaganda purposes or... something, we didn't really get a chance to ask.
So, with a group of baddies that outnumbered us a lot, we once again had to decide what to do. We looked at each other, and took out the sidearms stored in the mecha for emergencies. Then grinned, because we'd already survived the incredibly unlikely and were doing way better than we'd expected to live, so why not keep trying?
End of dream.