Broken hunger
While you are Walking through the bay area all feel surreal. Each step of your suit makes only a feeble thud over the metallic flooring.
Alone the rest of ship crew are grey faces. You know how they think: We all are about to die, being hunted skinned and eaten by the octopus. That's the circle of life. While you are deep into your thoughts; Emma gets near your suit far more nervous than yourself. Her mecha suit is a standard simple lioness, but she at least knows how to use a mecha, meanwhile, Felix is barely capable of moving in an instruction suit.
You look at him and realize that he is shit. He has no idea of space combat. Both of them clearly is the worst cadets ever. Only reason Skar has chosen them, or they are mole themselves.
Could It all this be a trap to go with them to open space and then sabotage me
As they both are by tradition your assistants in the duel; Your mind races thinking about how to get rid of them, as clearly, they are not fit to the task on hand; meanwhile, your teammates are whispering between themselves in a very suspicious way. Trainees from both academies are not supposed to know each other, and even worse they are from opposite sides of the systems the feline tribe has.
Oddly enough, they seem to share a distinct similarity between the two. both have the same accent and idioms; really, fishy I can't trust them
An immense battering noise it is coming from the opposite corridor in the Docking Bay, as the immense lion's armour is reproducing roars, trying to scare you off. while jumping on around causing a hell of a ruckus.
Your mind is totally away from that wondering about the possibility of taking the ship back from the octopus tentacles; Even if you know, that there is no way, and even the mere fact of trying is against the war's laws. Your fighting spirit makes unthinkable the fact of surrender without a fight. in a way, this is the glorious fight you have been dreaming about since kid, as all cougar starting their training.
But now its time finally for you both of settling your differences like the warriors of old. You just gaze at the bay one last time, before unlocking the sealed door to the void.
Your thorough first steps beyond the platform into the endless possibilities of space humbled you a while; It was only for the mere second, while your cockpit system was preparing to launch and waiting until the console flickers in live a myriad of system alarm and status light.
"Sistem assistant: engage"
"Weaponry: engage"
"Enchanted thrusters: engage"
"GPS coordinates and space track: engage"
"All systems are green," you say on the loud following the routine of being part of a team.
Maybe for the first time, you feel free. Space is like an endless field to flying around with infinite possibilities; Then you add a good old fashioned vengeance against an asshole. Your life can't be better than how it is right now.
Skar flies immediately to his position his bulk heavy armoured directly to his position without doing any figure. He is not in the mood for showing for once. you grin sarcastically, as he has been always a pompous bastard, he was always trying to sell himself as the better mecha pilot in the navy while doing pirouettes only to make the Hot lion's mane apparently flowing with the imaginary breeze.
In front of you, the actual Skar is just only a flickering shadow of his former self. Even his grand mecha filled with thrusters and the best inertia reduction in galaxy looks smaller.
However, the time to just be there in a corner is about to end. But first, of course, you have to seal your future victory with a speech.
"My dear crew comrades this man, has cheated on us. selling our friends to our enemies during the years... but this ends today."
Alone the rest of ship crew are grey faces. You know how they think: We all are about to die, being hunted skinned and eaten by the octopus. That's the circle of life. While you are deep into your thoughts; Emma gets near your suit far more nervous than yourself. Her mecha suit is a standard simple lioness, but she at least knows how to use a mecha, meanwhile, Felix is barely capable of moving in an instruction suit.
You look at him and realize that he is shit. He has no idea of space combat. Both of them clearly is the worst cadets ever. Only reason Skar has chosen them, or they are mole themselves.
Could It all this be a trap to go with them to open space and then sabotage me
As they both are by tradition your assistants in the duel; Your mind races thinking about how to get rid of them, as clearly, they are not fit to the task on hand; meanwhile, your teammates are whispering between themselves in a very suspicious way. Trainees from both academies are not supposed to know each other, and even worse they are from opposite sides of the systems the feline tribe has.
Oddly enough, they seem to share a distinct similarity between the two. both have the same accent and idioms; really, fishy I can't trust them
An immense battering noise it is coming from the opposite corridor in the Docking Bay, as the immense lion's armour is reproducing roars, trying to scare you off. while jumping on around causing a hell of a ruckus.
Your mind is totally away from that wondering about the possibility of taking the ship back from the octopus tentacles; Even if you know, that there is no way, and even the mere fact of trying is against the war's laws. Your fighting spirit makes unthinkable the fact of surrender without a fight. in a way, this is the glorious fight you have been dreaming about since kid, as all cougar starting their training.
But now its time finally for you both of settling your differences like the warriors of old. You just gaze at the bay one last time, before unlocking the sealed door to the void.
Your thorough first steps beyond the platform into the endless possibilities of space humbled you a while; It was only for the mere second, while your cockpit system was preparing to launch and waiting until the console flickers in live a myriad of system alarm and status light.
"Sistem assistant: engage"
"Weaponry: engage"
"Enchanted thrusters: engage"
"GPS coordinates and space track: engage"
"All systems are green," you say on the loud following the routine of being part of a team.
Maybe for the first time, you feel free. Space is like an endless field to flying around with infinite possibilities; Then you add a good old fashioned vengeance against an asshole. Your life can't be better than how it is right now.
Skar flies immediately to his position his bulk heavy armoured directly to his position without doing any figure. He is not in the mood for showing for once. you grin sarcastically, as he has been always a pompous bastard, he was always trying to sell himself as the better mecha pilot in the navy while doing pirouettes only to make the Hot lion's mane apparently flowing with the imaginary breeze.
In front of you, the actual Skar is just only a flickering shadow of his former self. Even his grand mecha filled with thrusters and the best inertia reduction in galaxy looks smaller.
However, the time to just be there in a corner is about to end. But first, of course, you have to seal your future victory with a speech.
"My dear crew comrades this man, has cheated on us. selling our friends to our enemies during the years... but this ends today."