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

[Light]

The mech seems to figure out that the tapping was to help, and starts timing the beets with the beat against its frame.

[CrimsonMoon]

Crimson eventually stops and begins murmuring softly to the AI, not a all phased that he was technically talking to an inanimate object. Maybe he knew something others didn't about machines... Or maybe he was just quietly going insane like most pilots...

[Light]

The mech continued to listen to him, and beeped ever so often; whether it was to agree or disagree, it was hard to know. As the fires died down, the sky got darker, but the machine seemed to have its own source of light, and lit up a small part of the area, illuminating the disaster that happened earlier in the day. Even the mechanic had retired from working as the sky darkened, and was fast asleep against the mecha's leg.

[CrimsonMoon]

Crimson eventually fell quiet, sliding off the mech and mving to the twisted ruins of the other mecha's, prying open the cock pits and grabbing weapons, he juggles a flash grenade carelessly as he walks to the top of the ridge where the convoy had been ambushed, his gaze sweeping the area.

He had begun to tremble violent as the drugs that were pumped into his system began to wear off. Every pilot was given a shot of 'Adrenline', a mixture of highly potent chemicals that made them quick to react, quicker to think and harder to predict. Though the state some pilots were sent into after being on these drugs for more than eight hours without rest could be horrific, alas... War always lead to technological progress..

[Light]

The light from the mecha faded as Crimson left it, and it falls silent as if it were asleep. The only light then were the few remaining embers, and the moon that peaked out from behind the clouds. Far in the direction of the Gate, smoke rose like towers. Several miles away they were--but the chaos that was going on was visible from their position. They had asked for backup to be sent... but what if there was no one to do so?

[CrimsonMoon]

Crimson pauses, seeming to think this over beforeglancing back at the mecha and mechanic...he checks the M16-A21 that he had taken from a cockpit and loads it quietly, dropping a few rouds of heat clips from his trembling hands and cursing quietly

[Light]

A surprised screech comes from the area he had left the two as the clip falls from his grip, "Son of a four-way--Don't make me crush your stupid d--" a shot is fired, and she screams again, yelling obscenities that seemed hard to believe the girl knew.

[CrimsonMoon]

Crimson shakes himself and spints/stumbles back, keepig low and trying to stay awake as he ran

[Light]

The mech had lit up the area again, and the girl had her foot planted in a mans face, the blue heel seeming to have knocked out a few of his teeth, "C-crimson, this... this barbarian thought he could take the mech, calling himself a master thief,"

[CrimsonMoon]

Crimson seems to wither," Didn't you say I was the only one who could pilot it? So why'd you let this guy live?" He huffs

[Light]

"I don't have a gun," the man tries to raises his hand up, and she squeaks and kicks him again, "And this idiot doesn't know that! So, he thought he could jump in and take it,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Stop kicking him for God's sake!" Crimson growls, grabbing tje man's collar and yanking him up, the machine gun's muzzle resting against his head, quivering slightly," What the hell are you doing in a warzone?" He hisses

[Light]

"I can kick the idiot all I want--he didn't try to manhandle you in your sleep, so I don't want to hear it!" The man opens his eyes dizzily, and spits out his teeth, the molars landing in a puddle of blood on the ground. He didn't have a military uniform, but there was a gun hidden in the jacket that was falling off his shoulders, "Saw smoke earlier from here... thought there would be something nice to pick up," he answers in a smart tone, his red eyes narrowed.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I asked you a goddamn question," He hisses, allowing the gun to click into a loaded option," Now. what are you doing in a warzone?"

[Light]

He bares his bloody teeth in a smile, but it fades as he hears the click, "... Bounty hunting." he glares at Crimson a moment before his eyes dart behind him, and then back at the redhead.

[CrimsonMoon]

Crimson stares at him," Good man... Now who sent you?" He asks quietly," If you hesitate this time, i'll make sure to shoot your manhood off, got it?"

[Light]

"Tch--all I know is that he's an Engloo agent playing around with you Ventus scum," the spits out more blood, and glares at his teeth, "said this would be the place to find the target, in the wild with no backup, and some lousy half-a** guards,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Fantastic, Thank you for your help," Crimson purrs, glancing at Lucy briefly before squeezing the trigger quickly

[Light]

Lucy had covered her eyes, the holopad hanging around her neck. The anger had dissipated, and now she was shaking, "They knew we were coming...?" she flinches as the body falls limp, hearing him die, "Knew and sent someone to clean up,"

[CrimsonMoon]

Crim doesn't answer and just pats her head, ignoring the lukewarm feel on his neck as he glances across the warzone again, watching the flashibg lights from the Gate,"... We'll have to get there ourselves "