>>5162400Target: 16
16, 12, 16, (20)
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">!!TEST PASSED!!</span></span>
Anastasia's skin is brittle, pulling away in grisly tendons as you tug against the monster. The top layer peeling off and oozing through your fingers. You almost fall, her blood mixing with your own. But your mind stays focused, you just had to help her. The creature doesn't want to share it's prize and a bladed limb snaps out at you. Before you could even react, you were sure it would have split you in half. But a thin hand Intercepts it, holding it in place as you wrestle the pilot free from the pincers. You ignored the further damage it did, just focusing on freeing the girl.
She drives her free hand down into the collection of metal that hid the thing.
You're Pilot Francheska Kulikova, your existence is silent. It always was, other pilots had shared stories of their own strange Umbral cores. Some only ever smelled the same thing, heard whispers or saw dead relatives. Yours never seemed so harrowing, but you were smart. You wanted to keep your mind intact. You barely ever dive below the second layer. You didn't want to see them again. You push those thoughts aside, finding new ones to occupy your mind. God you needed a break, you wanted a head between your thighs and a martini in each hand. "Fran? You still in there?" Your eyes crack open, the brilliant edge of a frequency blade hangs just above you. Both your hands held it in place, the vibrations shaking your wrists uncomfortably, surely it was humming out there.
But the sounds didn't reach you. "Hurry the fuck up!" You barked across the comm channel, you felt the Emperor class arm go limp and twist the blade free. Wasting no time in driving it into the sternum of the unit. With the flip of a switch the blade halts its motion and exhausts the built up heat into the surrounding metal. Welding itself in place, the Phobos flinched and you felt the other limbs go dead one by one, your observing cameras that weren't smashed spotted Ivan and Kostya. Both hefted spike drivers. "Command, Unit is successfully restrained. No contact with the pilot. Over." Ivan spoke across the channel. Flexing you and the duo shift the disabled Phobos off of your own unit. You felt the ground shake as it met the metal, a sigh of relief escapes your lips as you finally are unpinned. Your Phobos mimics your actions and hops off the Rapier type. "Mortimer, can you hear me? Over" The pilot was down in the fifth layer, you had to throw yourself into the line of harm or your little party animal would have been shish kebab. Nothing echoed back from the sleeping giant. You knew one thing, you didn't want to be down there.
