>>5142812"No wonder Theta only shat out you… that must be some serious interference you can take. I get fucking nosebleeds just looking at one of those blood coffins." You nod humbly, if there was one thing Theta imparted onto you was being able to withstand the rigors of mental strain. Someone else would have most definitely gone mad or died by now. You were only suffering from memory loss and nightmares. "I heard emperor class pilots can feel pleasure and even climax from the intense feedback during combat… imagine all those week long loads saved up floating around in there with you. Good luck." Your mouth dropped at a rather grim possibility. It was bloody news to you. The pilot grinned and continued eating, you had to give your own a second glance.
Wrestling back the tainted ideas that blossomed in your mind. "What sick shit is that psycho trying to sell you Theta? I'll give you the heads up, don't buy it." Another Delta candidate dropped in beside Dimitri, possibly the most handsome man you had ever seen. His face was chiseled from marble, his radiant blonde hair a mix of rebellion and class. The poor bastards in Delta had to compete with him, you wanted to weep at even being in his vicinity. "How are you doing man? I'm Grisha." The new arrival held out his and so you took it, he gave you a hefty shake. "A pleasure. We've just been catching up about our units." Grisha sipped from a disposable cup. "Ahhh guess you never did get around to meeting the boys yesterday. Cas told me a little about you, mostly good. She said you were a little bit weird though. But just look at this fucker, they'll throw anyone into a Phobos these days." Grisha cheerfully nudged Dimitri.
You chuckled. "Fuck off. We. Have an understanding, right Morty?" You replied smoothly between mouthfuls, savoring the filling food. "See? When some psionics bitch makes you shit, piss and cum in your pants and blow your brains out we'll be the ones cleaning out your fucking Phobos." Dimitri violently thrust his hand back and forth between you. "Just listening to you makes me wanna blow my brains out you Prog. Don't drink too much of that shit, today is important… if I can beat Cas' synch rate again I think she'll let me stick my tongue down her throat." The sleepy looking boy shook his head in disgust, producing loud retching noises that drew in everyone's attention. "Have you even offered our sweet baby boy Morty any yet?" Grisha quickly added. "We were busy connecting you Prog. I wasn't just gonna hit him with it out of the blue? Shit! Get off my balls." The odd duo bickered for a little further, they seemed accustomed to it so you focused on your food.
