Harp is alive…Joseph…is…alive…
I fight to get up but my arms are heavy and my brain is fuzzy…
I fought. I fought hard. Yesterday…was it yesterday? It’s all a blur.
Sorrow telling us to saddle up. Me deciding to be a hero and dashing off after the Quetzalcoatl that split from the pack…One eclipse dancing with 2 monsters…bring it on.
I took down the first one rather easily. The second wasn’t going down without a fight…Fuck I hope one of them was my “Friend”…but knowing my luck…probably not.
“GO FOR THE EYES BOO!!” was all that rang through my mind as the gory scene played again for my third eye…my two physical eyes refused to open as I tore out the Quetzalcoatl’s, one after the other. He only got one good swipe on my mech.
I was feeling sick from reeling in the air but there was nothing left to puke. My skin felt like it was burning. I could feel the sweat beading on my skin under my armor. Every ounce of frustration fueled my attacks. Most of my friends were gone. There was only me and Sorrow and Viking left…and there wasn’t much of Viking left…and it looked like the NEG didn’t care if we lived or died as long as they got to keep their tiny speck of rock and dirt.
The bitch finally went down and if I had any saliva I would have spit on it. The two fighters had FINALLY finished off the one I had left for dead. I could have wrapped it up in half the time.
I sped back toward the fight as fast as I could, pulling my mech up next to Cassiel, ready to tango with a bunch of fucking shantak. Fuck those assholes. I was pissed…
…those assholes are fast fucks. My lightening gun did a number on quite a few of them but they just wouldn’t stay down. Sorrow and Cassiel were blowing smoke like mad men, which made it harder for me to aim and not hit them, eventually the pack split up as cavalry came riding in.
The skirmish was over quickly, much to my relief…but the horror was just beginning.
Just was I was about to dismount Chapel came over the com asking for Sorrow and Aberathy…and to bring me for some reason. Part of me wishes she hadn’t asked for me…
Harp was up there, on that missile…no hands…no feet…nothing…just barely hanging on to life…why was he hanging on?…the fucking storm…
And why didn’t Chapel get him down?! I nearly raged at her and if she had been out of her mech I would have hit her. I dismounted and got him down myself. I wanted to end him…put him out of his misery but everyone was watching…would they have blamed me?
“Sorrow, we have to…it would be a mercy…please…he’s one of us! Let me do it…” I remember pleading…I didn’t have any tears to shed for him…I just cradled his head in my arms.
“We can’t…” I remember Sorrow saying something else but I don’t remember what he said. Just that we couldn’t put Harp out of his misery.
He couldn’t talk…he just kind of gurgled and it wasn’t til I finally let myself look at him that I realized they had removed his tongue. But his lips said my name…and I wish I could have cried.
“They fixed me. They can fix you too…we’ll have you back up in a mech in no time…Just…just hang on…” I reached for a hand before forgetting that he had none. I stroked his face…trying to give him any comfort I could while we waited for the medical transport.
After an eternity they arrived and I stood to go with him. “Akany….” I ignored Sorrow…I knew he wouldn’t let me go.
“Cut-Throat!” He grabbed my wrist and I spun around on him.
“Reza! It’s HARP! Please!” But Reza was stronger than me…held me there, held me back as I screamed at him to let me go with Carter. I twisted in his arms, tried to get a punch or two in but he wouldn’t let me go. “REZA!!! LET ME GO!!” I couldn’t only watch as the medical transport took off, taking Joseph with them…I fell to my knees and Reza went down with me, stroking my hair as I heaved dry sobs.
“Someone has to pilot your mech back Akany…Then we need to get you to a med station…” His hands held clumps of my hair and I knew that the radiation poisoning was critical.
Resigned I got back in my mech, piloted back to base and watched as my comrades celebrated over a keg. I passed my cup to Wash-out and glared at Chapel…
Three short strides had me standing in front of her…I grabbed her head, brought her lips down to mine and kissed her soundly. “We’re alive. And that’s what counts.” I wasn’t exactly pretty at the moment but it was either kiss her, or punch her for not having the balls to show Harp the mercy he deserved.
She walked away, either in disgust or surprise but I didn’t give a shit why. My goal was accomplished. The look of shock on her face was enough.
I walked onto the medical transport next to Viking’s stretcher. Had to give props to that man as he downed his beer before they could take it from him.
With more guts than I knew I had right to have I demanded of the first nurse to know Harp’s status as they disarmed me. I shouldn’t have let them do that.
“2nd Lt Joseph “Harp” Carter…where is he? I need to see him…" I kept making the same demand to everyone that walked by. I finally grabbed one of those pretentious bitches in white, slammed her against a wall and demanded she tell me where he is and to let me see him.
Next thing I knew there were two men on me, strapping me to a bed and there were needles and the world went fuzzy…and I went weak…and now…now…I can’t get out of my mind. And I’m so pissed.
My lips barely work and all I can make them say is “Reza,” and I can finally feel the big fat tears roll slowly into my ears.