ᴋʀᴡʟɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ sᴋɪɴ--ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇᴀʟ

[Light]

Crimmen Only fo-sho!


In a time where two countries, Ventus and Engloo, have been warring against each other for a very long time, the Engloo have finally broken thru the Ventus' impenetrable gate, and started their invasion...

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At a pass, there was a small skirmish. The route was regularly used by the Ventus nation to transport weapons, and this cargo was to go to the Impenetrable gate to help with the battle. The large civilian transporter was getting hammered by two heavy gunner mech, the hired body guards falling like flies as the large bullets explode left and right. The cargo holder had the companies logo on it, the blue and yellow colors seeming dull to the fire that had sprouted in the front. From the burning drivers seat, the doors falls off, and one of the passengers fall out.

The large silver carrier was dented in places, and seemed to be her goal to get to as she dragged herself across the ground towards it.

[CrimsonMoon]

One of the supporting mech's of the Civilian container suddeny powers down as the main fuel like is severed by a bullet. A young man struggles free, slamming ito the ground as the mech explodes behind him, his blood red hair being blown back.

He looks at the attackers, staying low to the ground and yelling obsenities at them before rushing to the carrier. Screw the Prototype laws, these civilians were cattle to slaughter if this wasn't done.

He somehow manages to get to the back of the carrier, typing code in rapidly before he spots the girl...

(Sorry if I screwed over the plot already xDDDD)

[Light]

Brown hair covered her face, but as his mech exploded, the hair was blown out of her face by the warm wind. A holo board was around her neck, the clipboard being the one that the mechanics of the prototype carried. She had grabbed a hold of a bar on the truck, and was now trying to get up despite being burned. "A-ah..." she sees him trying to open the carrier, and her blue eyes fix themselves on his face. Take me with you--they said.

(no--is good!~)

[CrimsonMoon]

The young man stops in his tracks... And punches the carrier's 'release' button, causing the doors to swing open. But he doesn't disappear inside, he sprits to the girl's side and grabs her hand," do you know how to pilot the Prototype?" He calls over the bullets, already dragging her back to the cover of the doors, the enemy mechs focusig their fire on the front of the carrier

[Light]

She coughs and shakes her head, "I-I can activate it for you, but I don't have any fighting experience. I-it--I mean, the Relinquisher copies a person mind--" the girl tries to raise her voice over the bullets, "Y-you... Just have to think," she looks at the large mecha, the tall, dark plated metal glowing blue in the sun. She opens the cockpit with a press of her finger on the holo screen, and looks at him to enter it first.

[CrimsonMoon]

He blinks but launches into the cockpit, he slides a bit but glances back at her," Think? Really?! Now?!?" He flails, the banging bullets making it nearly impossible to hear your own thoughts.

[Light]

She climbs in after him, her face turning a frustrated red, "Y-you... You'll see," she nudges him to sit in the seat, "Grab the controls, and wait for me to activate it. D-don't let go," she closes the cockpit behind her, and tosses her clipboard down in the crack between the seat and the metal frame.

[CrimsonMoon]

The boy just sighs and sits down, trying to block out the sounds and closing his sharp eyes,"..." Two months out of the Acedemy and already his nerves were chafed raw... The combat shakes got worse... Especially after almost being blown to hell

[Light]

She turns around and sits on his knees, pressing her hands on the panel in front. "ID code 3415602 signing in--Authorizing pilot identification," the controls begin to glow like a scanner, the machine feeling like it was reading every thought, every movement he made. After a moment, it ends and the metal panels around them suddenly light up with outside images around them. "A-ah... It worked..."

[CrimsonMoon]

He felt a bit unnerved at the way she seemed to react, sp she didn't think it would work? Fantastic, just his goddamn luck. His fingers dance over the controls, hesitant when several see wrong. The mech swirches gears, the metal muscles twitching and stretchig for the first time ever. Damn you, help me destroy them he prays

[Light]

Bullets fly overhead, and the brunette squeaks fearfully, "T-they know now," the carrier creaks under the pressure from the mecha, and the girl hugs herself as she recites, "Reinforced knuckles for close combat and knife--only weapons. N-no guns..." the mecha responds to his demand by trying to get up, and the shots get closer.

[CrimsonMoon]

" They won't know for long," he grunts and imagines himself standing straight... He imagines the two mechas and than running... And punting one... Might as well try if he was gonna die, he was gonna have fun

[Light]

The mech moves sloppily at first, like a newborn child trying to sit up on its own. But as it stands, and starts moving, the lag stops, and the punch he throws at the enemy smashes it like a coke can.

[CrimsonMoon]

The adreniline of such a power machine at his finger tips makes it nearly impossible for the boy not to yelp with glee. The other mech had turned its fire to hime but by than the boy had already made the mecha sprint into the air, the plasma knife materializing in its metallic palm. It sinks the blade into the cockpit of the attacking mecha, killin the pilot instantly

[Light]

The mechanic opens one eye uncertainly, and immediately regrets it as she sees the enemy mech being impaled. She looks around them, and stops her search as her gaze lands on the screen she was looking for. "The Relinquisher is at three minutes--you need to finish before five and it shuts down," The outline of the mech is on the screen she was looking at, parts of the mech showing that they were overheating.

[CrimsonMoon]

The mech reels from a hail of gunfire to its bac armor, the boy whipping it around and tossing the plasma knife into the attacker's mech's chest. He looked almost asleep, his eyes half-closed

[Light]

She squeaks as the Mech falls to its knees, the screens shutting off as the joints lock up and sizzle from the heat. The smell of burnt hair and flesh was in the air, coming through the vents; the heat making the smell even worse. She covers her mouth and pushes against the cockpits door, hanging her head out of the kneeling mech. "S-stupid... this is stupid,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The mech's grip remained firmly around the sizzling plasma knife that was sunk deeply into the now dead attacker's mecha... The boy shook himself 'awake', his hands trembling as he stands up," What..? You told me ta fight so I did," he mumbles

[Light]

"Th--" she gags and kicks her legs angrily, and tries to climb out, "the fact that we were attacked is stupid!" her feet connect with the ground, and after a few seconds of standing, she falls on her knees. She looks at the dark mech and wails, "Sixty-billion dollars! Stranded miles from the gate--and the pilot isn't the general! My team is dead, and--and... it smells!" she covers her mouth with both of her hands again, and leans down.

[CrimsonMoon]

The young man climbs out and stands beside her, putting his hands on his hips," The general was supposed to pilot this thing?" He asks, looking at the prototype sizzling quietly,"... He still can... Can't he?"