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Lost
Lost. Copter got lost once. Well, a few times, you know, been misplaced and all, but only once I got really truly lost. Like...didn't know where I was and how far off it was where I was supposed to be.
Pretty much every copter's nightmare, I guess. Low vis, well, zero vis. Acid vapor clogging your intakes, warping regular vid feed, stinging ( Read more... ) -
Lie to me
Lie to me. Please. Please. I don't want the truth. I cannot bear it. To hear, too starkly, what I have done? To see too vividly the mechs I have killed? To feel, too hotly, their shorting circuits, their cooling energon spattered across me. It is pointless brutality. It is nothing but that--force over force. Violence against violence. ( Read more... ) -
App rough draft
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Memory
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It wasn’t his first combat kill, not really. He’d had dozens of aerial kills, but those had been different. Distant, nothing more sometimes than flashes of light, or blips on his nightsights going from green to white on ground targets; blossoms of shrapnel throwing heat against him if aerial. But this one…up close and personal.
Garrus-9. ( Read more... ) -
Comfort
Yeah. Right. Someone explain the fraggin’ war to me, then. Explain love.
He circles around the island, slowly, inspecting it from the air for any sign of damage or…well, anything.
Nothing. He drops down, his small groundwheels bumping lightly against the soft grass of the clearing, letting his rotors spin down, slowly, languorously. It ( Read more... )