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With White picking his face out of a building, you turn on their companion, matching his charge with your own.
Another crackling bolt sears over your shoulder, a brief static filling your vision as it skips over your optical sensors. His arm-mounted lasers rake over you, leaving nothing but a brief sting and no actual damage.
Your legs push off the ground before the moment of impact, leading one fist past his upraised hands and straight into the face of the machine. His own mass and speed only adds to the deadliness of your attack, forcing the fist clear through the armor with a shrieking of metal.
It’s a push, but the Yi spins up again, amplifying your strength beyond what your thin arms appear capable of, and ripping your own arm back out, with whatever internals were inside of the Walker’s head.
Controlled or not, the body then falls forwards towards you, crashing into the ground with a tremendous impact.
You contemptuously sidestep the fall.
Turning back, your first victim stands again, one arm crooked and bent.
He might as well have not even tried. More ineffective missiles bounce across your armor, warheads not even traveled far enough to arm as you close again, then send his machine faceplanting into the dirt with a trip.
All that lies between you and your victory is just the rear armor plating of the command unit, and that is far too inadequate for more than a couple seconds of hammering and tearing.
All that’s left, then, is the pile of scrap metals in front of you, and the sweet joy of victory.
Between your initial frenzied rush out of hiding, and you standing over your destroyed foes, no more than a minute has passed.
Visual sensors detect a fast moving object at altitude, soaring high above and closing on your position. Too late.
Things start to fade to white, a telltale sign of the simulator shutting down.
The Pilot breathes in great shuddering gasps. You hardly paid attention to her during your blitz forwards, and now that it’s all over, she seems to be coming down from the excitement.
Your feeling of one-ness with your frame fades, sensor inputs and controls unlinking and breaking down. Thoughts slow, the world speeding up once again as power is shut down.
The freedom of movement disappears, cutting out until all you can sense is your pilot and their thoughts.
“That wasn’t that bad, I think I can get the hang of this.”
And then, with a final click, even that is gone, and you’re alone again, deaf and blind to all. Locked down, until the jailers have use for you.
Well, alone, all you have is your own slowed down thoughts.
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What does Beta think of Sophie?
>I can use this pilot. She used the Override controls very little, and was willing to defer to my judgment.
>This pilot is unacceptable. She’s unable to bring herself up to even a Middling level of Sync, making me unable to operate at peak efficiency
>Write in (Yes/No, with reasoning)
