-The Ion leans down and picks Oliver up, the poor man now finding himself hanging upside-down in front of the Titan's massive optic-
-The robot turns and rips a hole in the building with its free hand, inspecting the carnage-
Ion: Looks like the grunt's got stones after all. Don't see too many of your type out there. A shame, really. But it looks like your time's up. And I'm going to pay the dues.
-The Ion slowly begins closing its fist, and Oliver yelps in pain as bones crack under the Titan's relentless grip-
Ion: Goodnight. And may you burn in Hel-
???: TARGET ACQUIRED.
Ion: What-
-A giant fist rams into the Ion's faceplate, and Oliver falls onto the ground as a green blur tackles the enemy Titan over. For a few moments he lies there keening in pain, with the only other sound being a lot of metal screeching and tearing. When he finally rolls over, he notes a Titan that looks like the one he summoned back in the simulation
grappling with the Ion-
-After a short, but heated giant robot fistfight, the friendly Titan lands an elbow drop on the Ion that stuns it long enough for it to draw its pictured chaingun, shove it into the enemy Titan's body, and empty a few rounds into it for good measure. The robot steps back up and makes it way over to Oliver, kneeling down. The front end opens, and out spills a friendly Pilot
◊ with an assault rifle, who turns back towards his Titan for a second-
Pilot: BT, clear the building, make sure nothing's left in there! -He sounds... aged. Like a veteran-
BT-7274: Understood, Lastimosa. -Immediately heads towards the building Oliver was blown out of to make sure it's clear as Lastimosa turns towards Oliver-
Lastimosa: ...well, shit, Rifleman. You're a little messed up.
Oliver: Holy crap... you're... you're a Pilot.
-Lastimosa laughs as he pulls a medical injector out of his pocket-
Lastimosa: You're taking all that trauma pretty well. This'll knock you out. Keep you stable while I get you to a first aid center.
Oliver: But... there's still work I have to-
-Oliver is interrupted by BT walking over-
BT: The building is clear, Lastimosa. It would appear as though Rifleman Jackson neutralized all hostile occupants.
Lastimosa: No arguments, Rifleman. If BT's right, you've done far more than your fair share. Hold still, you need rest.
-Lastimosa jabs Oliver with the injector. As he places it back into his pocket the world begins to blur and darken-
Lastimosa: Wombat 3-2, this is Captain Lastimosa, SRS. I've found your missing man and I'm taking him to a medical center. Come down here if you get a chance. He did some good work...
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Asagi: Well...I learned swordplay from one of the greatest swordsmen I ever had to honor to meet in person. I think by now he's passed on. But it's like the one thing I could do that was worth a damn when I was a human.
But now...well, I'm not human anymore, you know? Haven't been for centuries.
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Asagi: It's like being used to stick shift all your life and trying to drive a car fifty dozen centuries from the future. It took me years to remember humans have eyeballs, let alone get that kind of coordination to use a gun or a sword.
...So it just reminds me that kind of skill is, like, you know...gone.
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Six: Hey Asagi, Sandra. Eurybe.
-to Barbara- Being cool. That's good.
edited 18th Jul '17 7:58:46 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Six: -to Barbara- How's your life been?
-to Sandra- Nice gun you got there. Looks familiar.
-When Oliver comes to, he's in a field tent, lying on a bed, with a weird purple IV drip hooked into his arm-
-The rest of his team is there, talking with each other, before one of them - Anita from the look of it - points at him as he dredges his way back into full awareness-
Marvin: Well, well. Twitchy's back to twitching. How're you feeling, Oliver?
Oliver: Like I just tried to fistfight a Titan.
Marvin: Yeah, Lastimosa said he saw you trying to do just that.
Oliver: Don't bullshit me, how bad is it?
Constance: Cracked pelvis, bruises over your body, a bullet through your arm. Normally you'd be out a few weeks just for the pelvis alone, but fortunately we just got a shipment of the good stuff from a medical ship in orbit. You'll be a week in here and then you'll be fighting fit. Just try to run with the rest of us the next time a Titan catches us like that. Had us all worried you'd gone and died on us.
Oliver: Shit, I was worried I'd gone and died on you.
Marvin: Still, we saw what you did to that IMC squad. And that Stalker. Blew its battery, and that takes some real stones. I think you need a new nickname. What do you guys think?
-Anita and Constance think for a moment-
Anita: Mauler. He does a hell of a good job tearing apart whatever gets in front of him. What do you think, Oliver?
Oliver: Beats being "Twitchy."
-everyone_laughs.mp4-
Marvin: Well, wouldn't you like to know what we were doing while you were off blowing up Titans all by yourself...
-As the squad converses, a notice cheerfully pops up on the projection helpfully informing those still watching it that all footage has been displayed-
-Oliver takes the USB stick out of his head-
-Then facepalms as he realizes that was the same USB stick from before, and he just gave himself the CDF virus again-
edited 18th Jul '17 8:06:16 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Asagi: I know how to use a sword. I just choose not to. >.>
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