Post by Viktara on Jun 3, 2016 22:08:16 GMT
The orange glow of Twilight began to settle on the dreary streets of the Raiti-Zacro Asteroid. As the day was drawing to its close, many of the planetoid’s natives began to flood back into the streets. This time was by far the most interesting to observe, as you could very easily view the clash of citizen between the tired workers returning home, and the night walkers leaving their homes for a night of drinking, clubbing, and general debauchery.
Tonight, Viktara was planning to fall into the latter category.
Ducking away from the crowded streets and traveling through a secluded alley, the woman made a series of memorized twists and turns until she finally arrived upon her destination. An unassuming dead end, with a single door at its center that lead into one of the asteroid’s many underground taverns.
Viktara’s eyes landed on the words written in neon light before entering the bar. The Jailbird. Aptly named for her favorite watering hole on Zacro. She silently grinned to herself as she turned the doorknob and pushed the frame open. Her senses were immediately assaulted by the pungent odour of smoke, alcohol, vomit, and mold.
“Damn, I missed this place.” She mused to herself as her grin grew even wider, taking a moment to soak in the familiar sights. The musty tavern looked like it was well on its way to being condemned. The place had obviously seen more than its fair share of action, as a variety of fist and blast sized holes decorated the grey concrete walls. The steel tables and chairs were bolted down as if they would deter theft. A mere formality in this day and age. Even the patrons themselves reflected the rundown nature of the bar. Beat up, ratty, uncared for. Their sunken faces immediately framed an image of their life choices, as they petered in and out of the Jailbird’s back room to indulge themselves on their only passion.
Viktara silently thanked the good sense and upbringing her parents bestowed on her. It prevented the Heran from ever experimenting with some of the harder stuff. Besides, a bounty hunter needs a clear head to stay alive. Well, a mostly clear one.
“Gimmie a shot of Yardrat Whisky, with Nullberry Spices.”
The orange Brench-Seijin behind the bar eyed her with a confused gaze. “Yardrat Whisky?” he echoed in disbelief. Viktara sighed as she leaned on the counter with her cheek sinking into her palm. “Did I stutter?” The bartender shrugged as he then turned to formulate her drink.
No matter where she went, she always got lip for ordering Yardrat Whisky. It was definitely targeted at most of the ‘smaller’ races of the galaxy. It tasted like cow piss, and the alcohol count wasn’t anything impressive. But, it was all she ever saw stocked in the locked cupboards of her father’s study. Knocking a few glasses back always reminded her of home, even though back then she never touched the stuff.
Sliding the drink in front of her, the Brench-Seijin carefully eyed the contours of her battle armor. Perhaps a bit too carefully, but she didn’t mind the extra attention.
“So luv, you ‘ere for business, or pleasure?”
“My business is my pleasure.” she grinned. “What’ve y’all got for me?” The man cleared his throat before he hushed his voice and leaned in closer. “See that Orserian in the corner? Yellow lizard between those two Earthling sheilas?” She nodded. “Name’s Isch. Word’s out that he used to work for Lazan.” Her eyes grew wider as she immediately registered the infamous name. “Lazan? The mob boss?” “Yeh.” He grinned back. “ ‘e was either an arms dealer, or in the drug trade. Doesn’t matter now though, ‘cause now Lazan wants’em dead.”
The woman shook her head as she continued to eye the alien. His shrill cackling overcoming all other sounds of the bar as he groped at the two women at his side. “Damn. And I bet he doesn’t even know he screwed up. This is exactly why I work independant… Well, anyway, how’s pay?” The Bartender held up his open hand. “50,000 Zeni”
“Daaaamn, Fifty G’s for that little runt?” Viktara whistled at the amount before standing up from her seat. “Well, I guess I’ll pay him a little visit.” She added, tossing some zeni onto the counter and readjusted her armor before sauntering over to the marked man.
“Hey there big man, room for one more?” she cooed as she leaned over the table to speak with the smaller newt-like alien. A perverted smile crossed his reptilian lips as both blood and copious amounts of alcohol rushed through his head. “Hey, HEY! There’s ALWAYS enough of me to go around!” He cackled once again, his eyes never dropping from the mountain of cleavage on display as the woman sat down across from him. These guys are always so easy.
“Soo~, your name’s Isch, right?” she asked as she spun a lock of hair around her finger. “Feels like I've heard that name before somewhere. Are you famous or something?” The reptilian alien eagerly nodded in response. “That’s right BABE! You know my name ‘cause I’m a BIG @$!#IN’ DEAL! I’m Lazan’s number one weapons dealer. NO ONE in this town can even touch a blaster without it slippin’ through my hands first!” Viktara couldn’t help but pause in astonishment at the man’s brazen dump of information. This guy really was an idiot. He had no idea who she was, yet at the slightest hint of boob, he was more than willing to spill every dirty deed he's done. No wonder Lazan wanted him dead.
“Ooooh~, so you’re a big man with some big weapons then, huh? You got one on you?” The alien’s thick tongue eagerly lulled out as his eyes grew almost cartoonishly huge. “YOU KNOW IT, BABE! I’VE GOT THE BIGGEST ONE DOWNSTAIRS!” Viktara lowered her head and began to chuckle.
“Well, at least that makes things a bit more fair. See, I’ve got some pretty big guns of my own.”
“Wait, are we still talking about my peni-OH GODDD”
In a single swift motion, Viktara lunged from across the table and grabbed the lizard man by the neck, ripping him out from his seat and slamming him into the wooden floor below them. Most patrons instantly took this as a sign to leave, as the large crowd that once filled the bar quickly dwindled to a handful around them.
“You’ve gone and pissed off some very important people, Isch. There’s a decent bounty on your head now.” She cooly spoke as she stamped her foot into the gecko’s chest, pinning him to the ground and mildly enjoying the sight of him squirming against her boot.
“But hey, this is probably the first time in your life you’ve ever been wanted by anyone, so how’s that feel?” She grinned as she menacingly cracked her knuckles.
The lizard scowled as his hand slowly reached for his back pocket. “Well if I had to choose, I'd say it feels like MY DICK! BIG, YELLOW, AND BURNING HOT!” He shouted, suddenly throwing his arm forward and firing several bright beams of plasma in Viktara’s direction. Her eyes shot wide as her Heran reflexes kicked in. She quickly ducked under the blast and darted behind a nearby table to shield herself from the oncoming fire. While the Heran warrior was certainly strong, the wrong shot from a laser pistol could still easily end her life. “NICE SHOT, BIG MAN! I had you pinned down and you STILL couldn’t finish me off!” She taunted from behind the table as lasers streamed above her head. “...Huh, Looks like I just saved y’all a load of time.” She grinned at the two cowering Earth women before turning her attentions back to the fight.
The warrior began to focus a small amount of ki into her left fist. Tucking her arm back, she then quickly sprung out from her seat and launched a quick jab at the origin of the fire, firing a swift moving ki blast directly from her fist. The ball of energy rocketed through the air and made direct contact with the floor below, causing a flash of light to explode around them as another layer of smoke filled the tavern.
Once the smoke cleared, Viktara immediately noticed the distinct absence of a mutilated reptilian corpse in her blast’s wake. “Damn it, I shoulda booked you for a runner.” She sighed as she charged back out the door after her mark, just barely catching a glimpse of his tail slipping over a rooftop. “-AND a climber, apparently.”
The Heran quickly took to the skies in chase, easily catching up to the sprinting Orserian in mere moments. “Oh great, so you can FLY TOO, HUH?” The lizard shouted up to the woman, peppering the sky with more laser fire as he continued to hop between rooftops.
“It’s honestly not as hard as it looks!” she replied, swiftly diving below the row of buildings to avoid his shots, before rising again and returning another volley of her own ki-blasts. Isch made dodging them almost look easy. His inhuman speed, and snake-like movements allowing him to effortlessly slip between the radius of each blast, before finally shooting open a nearby skylight and leaping inside the abandoned building.
“Damnit, JUST STAND STILL AND LET ME KILL YOU!” She growled with an irritated huff! Tensing her muscles again, the Heran warrior crashed through the remainder of the window feet first as she dove straight down to the cement floor below.
Her eyes quickly darted around the dismal building, searching for her target. She had now found herself inside some sort of old warehouse, though the poor lighting offered by the boarded windows and faded moonlight didn’t tell her much else. She drew her fists close to her chest as she began to patrol the empty building. Every one of her footsteps echoing off the walls as she slowly stepped through each aisle. It was times like these when the Heran wished that she owned a scouter.
“I KNOW you’re in here Isch, these pointy ears ain’t just for lookin’ pretty!” She shouted as she rounded another corner. The lizard was being uncharacteristically quiet as she scanned the large room for any signs of movement. From the short string of interactions they’ve had, she’d assumed that he would have said something about his dick by now and thrown away his position. “Come on out! It’s rude to keep a lady waitin’!”
“SORRY BABE, I JUST HAD TO SLIP INTO MY BIRTHDAY SUIT!”
As suddenly as he spoke, the ground beneath Viktara swelled and split open like a fissure, revealing a hidden basement level that housed a titanic 15 foot tall mechanized suit of armor. The engines of the oval-shaped behemoth whirred to life, as the rear thrusters kicked on to meet Viktara in the air. All the while, Isch cackling like a deranged lunatic. “You’re about as SMART as you LOOK, SUGARTITS! You followed me RIGHT INTO my armory! Now you get to meet my BIG GUN DOWNSTAIRS!”
Oh, so that’s what he meant.
Viktara’s eyes narrowed as she focused on the machine. She was no technician, but it definitely seemed like a older model of armor than what was typically seen among militia ranks. Its bulky frame inspired thoughts of strength, while it’s rear turbines seemed to struggle just to keep the gargantuan beast in the air. Despite the seemingly dire circumstances, her Heran blood began to rush at thought of the oncoming challenge. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she raised her fists in a boxing stance.
“Alright, Big Man. You want to play this game? Let’s play.”
Taking the initiative, she immediately charged into the mech at full speed! Using her incredible strength and momentum, she pushed the robot’s frame through the air until it crashed into a distant wall. Once planted firmly into the concrete walls, she launched a flurry of jabs and hooks at blinding speed. Her arms almost appearing incorporeal as they blurred into a haze of afterimages.
The mech was taking damage, but not nearly enough to put it down. Quickly raising its legs, it fired the repulsors on its feet at full ignition to blast Viktara out of the sky. The force from the jets also pushed the rest of it’s body through the warehouse wall, taking the fight out into the streets.
It only took a moment for Viktara to gather her wits and follow the machine out the freshly made exit. Not letting up for a moment, she dropped down to the ground as her forward momentum carried her into a skidding slide. As she closed the gap between them, she threw forward a powerful uppercut that was immediately met by the mech’s own fist. A shockwave of air swept throughout the area as the two fists collided, neither budging an inch as the fighters tested their might. Bearing a toothy grin, Viktara’s arm became surrounded by her violet-red ki. It crackled like fire as she pushed harder against the mecha’s metal hand.
“DYNAMITE IMPACT!”
The ki pulsed forward like wave through her arm before coming to a head at the edge of her fist. It was then expelled into an enormous explosion that completely annihilated the robot’s right arm. The lizard shrieked in panic as he watched the fragments of his machine shoot across the sky like shrapnel, yet his cries would fall on deaf ears as Viktara readied her fighting stance again.
“MY ARM! YOU BLUE BIMBO, THAT’S GONNA COST ME A HUNDRED THOUSAND ZENI TO REPAIR!”
“Really?” She grinned. “Funny, you’re only worth about half that.”
“I’LL KILL YOU!!!”
Activating its thrusters once more, the mech flew into the air with a mighty leap before letting gravity finish the job. Locking its two feet together, it plummeted back down to earth with the goal of completely flattening the Heran warrior. Weighing in at around 4 tons of metal, it wasn’t at all a lofty goal. She had ample time to dodge, but instead, she relished the challenge. Solidly planting her feet at her sides, she raised her arms up to greet the mech as her ki’s violet red aura exploded around her.
The machine dropped into her hands like a falling piano. The force of the impact shattered the cement around them as her knees almost buckled under the pressure. Her biceps bulged with the stress of the weight as she was gradually pushed further and further into the ground.
“I’M GONNA STOMP YOU LIKE A COCKROACH!” The lizard screamed as the mech’s rear thrusters powered on, driving it’s weight even deeper into Viktara’s body.
Through gritting teeth, the woman began to laugh once more. “Really now? Because... From my perspective…” She spoke through pained grunts as her veins throbbed under the pressure. Her aura growing wilder as her pupils dilated, and her skin subtly changed to a more pale blue.
“You just stepped in some serious shit.”
Gripping the mech’s feet, the metal buckled and folded around her fingertips as she crushed into it like tin. She pushed herself back upwards into a full standing position as the mech fired down on all cylinders. Now having a cackle of her own, she heaved her arms back, before slamming the mech down with all her force.
The impact annihilated it.
As the smoke cleared, Viktara stepped up to the mangled wreckage of the machine and began peeling away the layers of metal protecting the cockpit. “Alright Isch, you’re aaall outta toys. Time to man up and-” as she tore open the cockpit door, her eyes immediately fell upon an empty station with bright red text flashing on all monitors. The same message repeating across every screen.
“EJECTION SEQUENCE: COMPLETE:”
“MOTHER FU
Tonight, Viktara was planning to fall into the latter category.
Ducking away from the crowded streets and traveling through a secluded alley, the woman made a series of memorized twists and turns until she finally arrived upon her destination. An unassuming dead end, with a single door at its center that lead into one of the asteroid’s many underground taverns.
Viktara’s eyes landed on the words written in neon light before entering the bar. The Jailbird. Aptly named for her favorite watering hole on Zacro. She silently grinned to herself as she turned the doorknob and pushed the frame open. Her senses were immediately assaulted by the pungent odour of smoke, alcohol, vomit, and mold.
“Damn, I missed this place.” She mused to herself as her grin grew even wider, taking a moment to soak in the familiar sights. The musty tavern looked like it was well on its way to being condemned. The place had obviously seen more than its fair share of action, as a variety of fist and blast sized holes decorated the grey concrete walls. The steel tables and chairs were bolted down as if they would deter theft. A mere formality in this day and age. Even the patrons themselves reflected the rundown nature of the bar. Beat up, ratty, uncared for. Their sunken faces immediately framed an image of their life choices, as they petered in and out of the Jailbird’s back room to indulge themselves on their only passion.
Viktara silently thanked the good sense and upbringing her parents bestowed on her. It prevented the Heran from ever experimenting with some of the harder stuff. Besides, a bounty hunter needs a clear head to stay alive. Well, a mostly clear one.
“Gimmie a shot of Yardrat Whisky, with Nullberry Spices.”
The orange Brench-Seijin behind the bar eyed her with a confused gaze. “Yardrat Whisky?” he echoed in disbelief. Viktara sighed as she leaned on the counter with her cheek sinking into her palm. “Did I stutter?” The bartender shrugged as he then turned to formulate her drink.
No matter where she went, she always got lip for ordering Yardrat Whisky. It was definitely targeted at most of the ‘smaller’ races of the galaxy. It tasted like cow piss, and the alcohol count wasn’t anything impressive. But, it was all she ever saw stocked in the locked cupboards of her father’s study. Knocking a few glasses back always reminded her of home, even though back then she never touched the stuff.
Sliding the drink in front of her, the Brench-Seijin carefully eyed the contours of her battle armor. Perhaps a bit too carefully, but she didn’t mind the extra attention.
“So luv, you ‘ere for business, or pleasure?”
“My business is my pleasure.” she grinned. “What’ve y’all got for me?” The man cleared his throat before he hushed his voice and leaned in closer. “See that Orserian in the corner? Yellow lizard between those two Earthling sheilas?” She nodded. “Name’s Isch. Word’s out that he used to work for Lazan.” Her eyes grew wider as she immediately registered the infamous name. “Lazan? The mob boss?” “Yeh.” He grinned back. “ ‘e was either an arms dealer, or in the drug trade. Doesn’t matter now though, ‘cause now Lazan wants’em dead.”
The woman shook her head as she continued to eye the alien. His shrill cackling overcoming all other sounds of the bar as he groped at the two women at his side. “Damn. And I bet he doesn’t even know he screwed up. This is exactly why I work independant… Well, anyway, how’s pay?” The Bartender held up his open hand. “50,000 Zeni”
“Daaaamn, Fifty G’s for that little runt?” Viktara whistled at the amount before standing up from her seat. “Well, I guess I’ll pay him a little visit.” She added, tossing some zeni onto the counter and readjusted her armor before sauntering over to the marked man.
“Hey there big man, room for one more?” she cooed as she leaned over the table to speak with the smaller newt-like alien. A perverted smile crossed his reptilian lips as both blood and copious amounts of alcohol rushed through his head. “Hey, HEY! There’s ALWAYS enough of me to go around!” He cackled once again, his eyes never dropping from the mountain of cleavage on display as the woman sat down across from him. These guys are always so easy.
“Soo~, your name’s Isch, right?” she asked as she spun a lock of hair around her finger. “Feels like I've heard that name before somewhere. Are you famous or something?” The reptilian alien eagerly nodded in response. “That’s right BABE! You know my name ‘cause I’m a BIG @$!#IN’ DEAL! I’m Lazan’s number one weapons dealer. NO ONE in this town can even touch a blaster without it slippin’ through my hands first!” Viktara couldn’t help but pause in astonishment at the man’s brazen dump of information. This guy really was an idiot. He had no idea who she was, yet at the slightest hint of boob, he was more than willing to spill every dirty deed he's done. No wonder Lazan wanted him dead.
“Ooooh~, so you’re a big man with some big weapons then, huh? You got one on you?” The alien’s thick tongue eagerly lulled out as his eyes grew almost cartoonishly huge. “YOU KNOW IT, BABE! I’VE GOT THE BIGGEST ONE DOWNSTAIRS!” Viktara lowered her head and began to chuckle.
“Well, at least that makes things a bit more fair. See, I’ve got some pretty big guns of my own.”
“Wait, are we still talking about my peni-OH GODDD”
In a single swift motion, Viktara lunged from across the table and grabbed the lizard man by the neck, ripping him out from his seat and slamming him into the wooden floor below them. Most patrons instantly took this as a sign to leave, as the large crowd that once filled the bar quickly dwindled to a handful around them.
“You’ve gone and pissed off some very important people, Isch. There’s a decent bounty on your head now.” She cooly spoke as she stamped her foot into the gecko’s chest, pinning him to the ground and mildly enjoying the sight of him squirming against her boot.
“But hey, this is probably the first time in your life you’ve ever been wanted by anyone, so how’s that feel?” She grinned as she menacingly cracked her knuckles.
The lizard scowled as his hand slowly reached for his back pocket. “Well if I had to choose, I'd say it feels like MY DICK! BIG, YELLOW, AND BURNING HOT!” He shouted, suddenly throwing his arm forward and firing several bright beams of plasma in Viktara’s direction. Her eyes shot wide as her Heran reflexes kicked in. She quickly ducked under the blast and darted behind a nearby table to shield herself from the oncoming fire. While the Heran warrior was certainly strong, the wrong shot from a laser pistol could still easily end her life. “NICE SHOT, BIG MAN! I had you pinned down and you STILL couldn’t finish me off!” She taunted from behind the table as lasers streamed above her head. “...Huh, Looks like I just saved y’all a load of time.” She grinned at the two cowering Earth women before turning her attentions back to the fight.
The warrior began to focus a small amount of ki into her left fist. Tucking her arm back, she then quickly sprung out from her seat and launched a quick jab at the origin of the fire, firing a swift moving ki blast directly from her fist. The ball of energy rocketed through the air and made direct contact with the floor below, causing a flash of light to explode around them as another layer of smoke filled the tavern.
Once the smoke cleared, Viktara immediately noticed the distinct absence of a mutilated reptilian corpse in her blast’s wake. “Damn it, I shoulda booked you for a runner.” She sighed as she charged back out the door after her mark, just barely catching a glimpse of his tail slipping over a rooftop. “-AND a climber, apparently.”
The Heran quickly took to the skies in chase, easily catching up to the sprinting Orserian in mere moments. “Oh great, so you can FLY TOO, HUH?” The lizard shouted up to the woman, peppering the sky with more laser fire as he continued to hop between rooftops.
“It’s honestly not as hard as it looks!” she replied, swiftly diving below the row of buildings to avoid his shots, before rising again and returning another volley of her own ki-blasts. Isch made dodging them almost look easy. His inhuman speed, and snake-like movements allowing him to effortlessly slip between the radius of each blast, before finally shooting open a nearby skylight and leaping inside the abandoned building.
“Damnit, JUST STAND STILL AND LET ME KILL YOU!” She growled with an irritated huff! Tensing her muscles again, the Heran warrior crashed through the remainder of the window feet first as she dove straight down to the cement floor below.
Her eyes quickly darted around the dismal building, searching for her target. She had now found herself inside some sort of old warehouse, though the poor lighting offered by the boarded windows and faded moonlight didn’t tell her much else. She drew her fists close to her chest as she began to patrol the empty building. Every one of her footsteps echoing off the walls as she slowly stepped through each aisle. It was times like these when the Heran wished that she owned a scouter.
“I KNOW you’re in here Isch, these pointy ears ain’t just for lookin’ pretty!” She shouted as she rounded another corner. The lizard was being uncharacteristically quiet as she scanned the large room for any signs of movement. From the short string of interactions they’ve had, she’d assumed that he would have said something about his dick by now and thrown away his position. “Come on out! It’s rude to keep a lady waitin’!”
“SORRY BABE, I JUST HAD TO SLIP INTO MY BIRTHDAY SUIT!”
As suddenly as he spoke, the ground beneath Viktara swelled and split open like a fissure, revealing a hidden basement level that housed a titanic 15 foot tall mechanized suit of armor. The engines of the oval-shaped behemoth whirred to life, as the rear thrusters kicked on to meet Viktara in the air. All the while, Isch cackling like a deranged lunatic. “You’re about as SMART as you LOOK, SUGARTITS! You followed me RIGHT INTO my armory! Now you get to meet my BIG GUN DOWNSTAIRS!”
Oh, so that’s what he meant.
Viktara’s eyes narrowed as she focused on the machine. She was no technician, but it definitely seemed like a older model of armor than what was typically seen among militia ranks. Its bulky frame inspired thoughts of strength, while it’s rear turbines seemed to struggle just to keep the gargantuan beast in the air. Despite the seemingly dire circumstances, her Heran blood began to rush at thought of the oncoming challenge. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she raised her fists in a boxing stance.
“Alright, Big Man. You want to play this game? Let’s play.”
Taking the initiative, she immediately charged into the mech at full speed! Using her incredible strength and momentum, she pushed the robot’s frame through the air until it crashed into a distant wall. Once planted firmly into the concrete walls, she launched a flurry of jabs and hooks at blinding speed. Her arms almost appearing incorporeal as they blurred into a haze of afterimages.
The mech was taking damage, but not nearly enough to put it down. Quickly raising its legs, it fired the repulsors on its feet at full ignition to blast Viktara out of the sky. The force from the jets also pushed the rest of it’s body through the warehouse wall, taking the fight out into the streets.
It only took a moment for Viktara to gather her wits and follow the machine out the freshly made exit. Not letting up for a moment, she dropped down to the ground as her forward momentum carried her into a skidding slide. As she closed the gap between them, she threw forward a powerful uppercut that was immediately met by the mech’s own fist. A shockwave of air swept throughout the area as the two fists collided, neither budging an inch as the fighters tested their might. Bearing a toothy grin, Viktara’s arm became surrounded by her violet-red ki. It crackled like fire as she pushed harder against the mecha’s metal hand.
“DYNAMITE IMPACT!”
The ki pulsed forward like wave through her arm before coming to a head at the edge of her fist. It was then expelled into an enormous explosion that completely annihilated the robot’s right arm. The lizard shrieked in panic as he watched the fragments of his machine shoot across the sky like shrapnel, yet his cries would fall on deaf ears as Viktara readied her fighting stance again.
“MY ARM! YOU BLUE BIMBO, THAT’S GONNA COST ME A HUNDRED THOUSAND ZENI TO REPAIR!”
“Really?” She grinned. “Funny, you’re only worth about half that.”
“I’LL KILL YOU!!!”
Activating its thrusters once more, the mech flew into the air with a mighty leap before letting gravity finish the job. Locking its two feet together, it plummeted back down to earth with the goal of completely flattening the Heran warrior. Weighing in at around 4 tons of metal, it wasn’t at all a lofty goal. She had ample time to dodge, but instead, she relished the challenge. Solidly planting her feet at her sides, she raised her arms up to greet the mech as her ki’s violet red aura exploded around her.
The machine dropped into her hands like a falling piano. The force of the impact shattered the cement around them as her knees almost buckled under the pressure. Her biceps bulged with the stress of the weight as she was gradually pushed further and further into the ground.
“I’M GONNA STOMP YOU LIKE A COCKROACH!” The lizard screamed as the mech’s rear thrusters powered on, driving it’s weight even deeper into Viktara’s body.
Through gritting teeth, the woman began to laugh once more. “Really now? Because... From my perspective…” She spoke through pained grunts as her veins throbbed under the pressure. Her aura growing wilder as her pupils dilated, and her skin subtly changed to a more pale blue.
“You just stepped in some serious shit.”
Gripping the mech’s feet, the metal buckled and folded around her fingertips as she crushed into it like tin. She pushed herself back upwards into a full standing position as the mech fired down on all cylinders. Now having a cackle of her own, she heaved her arms back, before slamming the mech down with all her force.
The impact annihilated it.
As the smoke cleared, Viktara stepped up to the mangled wreckage of the machine and began peeling away the layers of metal protecting the cockpit. “Alright Isch, you’re aaall outta toys. Time to man up and-” as she tore open the cockpit door, her eyes immediately fell upon an empty station with bright red text flashing on all monitors. The same message repeating across every screen.
“EJECTION SEQUENCE: COMPLETE:”
“MOTHER FU