Akany popped open the hatch on her Eclipse. Fuck it was hot. She wiped her brow and leaped down. Should have been an easy drop but she stumbled at the last moment, skinning her knee. “Balls,” she growled to herself as she dusted herself off.
She had more work to do before the Storm arrived. An epiphany came to her about how to better rig Washout’s mech on the run back from destroying the bug in the sky.
“You alright there Washout?” She clapped him on the back, a little too hard as she walked by him in the warehouse. It was a tight squeeze in there and she had to wonder why the two were trapped like sardines in a tin…but it wasn’t her place to question authority…out loud anyway.
Washout looked green and terrified, standing as far away from the mech as he could get. Obviously things couldn’t have gone much worse for him. Viking looked the worse for wear as well, but holding steady as usual. She placed a tender hand on his shoulder and smiled a bit. “Buck up. We aren’t done yet.” She was rewarded with a slight smile before she started the climb into Washout’s mech.
She climbed out 20 minutes later, satisfied that the controls would respond better for poor Washout and was about to call to him before she doubled over, heaving the contents of her stomach to the ground.
“Cut Throat?” Reza strolled over as she spat the last of it out of her mouth.
“Sorrow?” She growled a little, standing up and embarrassed as she wiped the sides of her mouth on her sleeve.
“I’m fine. Just tense, sir.”
The rare use of the word “sir” directed specifically at him threw Reza off. “Are you sure?”
“I said I’m fine Reza.” Akany’s strange eyes flashed with annoyance as she stalked off to Viking’s mech. “I’ve got work to do. Doesn’t anyone else?” she snapped as she climbed up into the other mech and disappeared.