TechnicalitiesDid you know that the M437 solenoid gives out after it’s been subjected to over 5500 PSI from multiple angles? You probably did not. And there’s no reason that you should.
These are the kinds of details that write out the people we love.
Mecha Love and hate are easy to interchange if you know the right switches to flip.
And that’s how the two ended up in the ring. Of course, it wasn’t an actual ring. That sort of thing doesn’t happen in real life. Instead they ended up in a designated zone, at a designated grid, at a designated time. Not really an issue unless they knew each other beforehand.
Both of them had a thousand reasons to kill the other. Both of them had a thousand reasons to subjugate the other. All the powers that watched above them had set their plans in motion with predictable results. Ultimately, if one is secure in their comfort it is but a matter of an email to send pawns hurling towards each other. To pluck them from boredom or apathy and give them things like service, justice, and a myriad of other values that evaporate like so much mist in the sun if only… if only someone looked close enough.
Unfortunately for our
PlanetfallThe countdown was already engaged…
Through her viewport she watched, helplessly, as his ship exploded silently in the distance. It was not supposed to turn out this way.
The countdown stopped.
She screamed, even as his ship popped in a thousand places as the nuclear reactions scurried over the hull. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was the one who was going to die, always her. Never him. He was safe. He was the one who was going to make it. Till now.
The tone went off signaling a re-pressurization of her pod. Her head jerked up, tears flying into her visor and blotting out the horror she didn’t want to see. There was no way they were going to make her live any longer.
She grabbed the emergency launch handle, its large diameter comforting under her gloves. Dozens of mindless, stupid, pointless drills paid their interest as she pulled. The world didn’t actually shift in her blurred view, but she felt a pressure as her body slid into the top of the pod. After a
Girl (rifle)Her love was lying prone on the grass, an enormous rifle wedged beneath her. The breeze held itself still, and suddenly flame burst from the end of the rifle. The girl (rifle) shuddered once. There was the ghost of what looked like a brass cartridge flipping through the air. The eye could follow it like a magician’s feint, but it faded into nothing at its apex. A faint rustle marked where it should have hit the grass.
Something exploded in the distance. Her love grunted in satisfaction as she stood up, her tattoos shining brilliantly in a trail from her trigger finger to somewhere under her shirt. Both the girl and rifle seemed to breathe together. They were at home, even though their physical differences denied compatibility.