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For a non-fatal training mission?
Well, In-Character we don't really have much reason to believe that it really is non-fatal since we've seen plenty of the other team die gruesomely and have been tricked and cheated at every turn.
The answer is that we're all bad pilots (barring like Sigma and Irina), and I'm the worst.
Some of the enemy pilots were pretty good.
Both Lora and Roger are 18.
"Zim!" Roger shouted in his cockpit, where nobody else could hear him. With his communications more or less shut off for awhile now, he was in the dark about the situation except for around him. Ariin and Harold's struggle, Sigma's near kamikaze attack, Elora's last message, he didn't know any of it. Right now it would be just two giant robots fighting it out by a big ass lake mano y mano. Well it was probably a chick piloting it since every pilot on Team Irina seemed to be female so far.
"I can't allow myself to get close to that Framewerk, its stake is too dangerous for me to take head on. I should keep my distance and use my machinegun, is probably what that bastard is thinking my thought process is. Well sorry babe, Yeager and I aren't any good at going backwards anyway! C'mon Yeager, help me out. We can't let some punk outdo us."
That Frame was fast, probably faster going forward than Yeager was going back, but the reverse was almost certainly just as true. And although its stake was dangerous, there was one range where it wouldn't be able to close the distance and use it.
The second part of this idiotic plan Rooney had set his heart one relied on the comparative sizes of the two Framewerks. That Frame was tiny and light. His was nearly a heavyweight. It wouldn't be surprising if Yeager was many times heavier than its opponent. His machinegun probably would do too much good, but something else would.
Roger's hands squeezed white around the controls of the machine. His teeth creaked with the pressure his jaw was applying to them. It was now or never. If he fucked this up, he would be toast. And even if he didn't fuck it up, he still might die. Roger faced down his opponent, his heart doing its damned best to break out of his chest so it could escape before it could be part of this plan. With a mighty roar that nobody would hear, Roger turned his Overboosters up to maximum and used his and Yeager's body as a battering ram/humanoid missile on the enemy Framewerk.
"I can't allow myself to get close to that Framewerk, its stake is too dangerous for me to take head on. I should keep my distance and use my machinegun, is probably what that bastard is thinking my thought process is. Well sorry babe, Yeager and I aren't any good at going backwards anyway! C'mon Yeager, help me out. We can't let some punk outdo us."
That Frame was fast, probably faster going forward than Yeager was going back, but the reverse was almost certainly just as true. And although its stake was dangerous, there was one range where it wouldn't be able to close the distance and use it.
The second part of this idiotic plan Rooney had set his heart one relied on the comparative sizes of the two Framewerks. That Frame was tiny and light. His was nearly a heavyweight. It wouldn't be surprising if Yeager was many times heavier than its opponent. His machinegun probably would do too much good, but something else would.
Roger's hands squeezed white around the controls of the machine. His teeth creaked with the pressure his jaw was applying to them. It was now or never. If he fucked this up, he would be toast. And even if he didn't fuck it up, he still might die. Roger faced down his opponent, his heart doing its damned best to break out of his chest so it could escape before it could be part of this plan. With a mighty roar that nobody would hear, Roger turned his Overboosters up to maximum and used his and Yeager's body as a battering ram/humanoid missile on the enemy Framewerk.
Who likes dumb gambles they don't need to take?
Because that's exactly what I'm going to do.
Because that's exactly what I'm going to do.
It was difficult to decide what to make of the situation Team Sigma found themselves in. Terrible and fortunate things seemed to occur almost alternately of each other.
The Mock Battle turned out not to be against each other, but versus another team. But these guys had numerical superiority. Luckily Elora and Sigma managed to gain informational and strategic control of the area quickly, which gave everyone a much needed context to the battlefield. But turned out the communications system was rigged so the other team knew what was being planned the whole time. However, it seemed like almost all the other cadets are such poor pilots that they kill themselves faster than they dealt any sort of damage to Σ Framewerks. But their team leader was a super ace that is nigh untouchable. These events occurred in such rapid succession that the dominant emotion among most of the Σ pilots appeared to be confusion.
This was not the case with Roger Rooney. Well, he was confused, but his dominant emotion at the very moment was pain. Having a thorny whip squeezing your midsection was one of the less pleasant sensations he had felt in the past few months. Whoever decided that having a higher synch rate with your Framewerk meant feeling more pain from attacks was an asshole. It was probably Lorenzo too.
Even in his thorn-riddled state, it was abundantly clear that the framewerk charging the lightning bolt shouldn't be allowed to fire it off. Luckily, a gun (usually) didn't need to be charged, and his gun didn't even need to be aimed with a great degree of accuracy due to its targeting computer. Even if Black Star didn't free him, Roger would do his best to rotate Yeager so it faced the electric Framewerk, and pump it full of lead.
The Mock Battle turned out not to be against each other, but versus another team. But these guys had numerical superiority. Luckily Elora and Sigma managed to gain informational and strategic control of the area quickly, which gave everyone a much needed context to the battlefield. But turned out the communications system was rigged so the other team knew what was being planned the whole time. However, it seemed like almost all the other cadets are such poor pilots that they kill themselves faster than they dealt any sort of damage to Σ Framewerks. But their team leader was a super ace that is nigh untouchable. These events occurred in such rapid succession that the dominant emotion among most of the Σ pilots appeared to be confusion.
This was not the case with Roger Rooney. Well, he was confused, but his dominant emotion at the very moment was pain. Having a thorny whip squeezing your midsection was one of the less pleasant sensations he had felt in the past few months. Whoever decided that having a higher synch rate with your Framewerk meant feeling more pain from attacks was an asshole. It was probably Lorenzo too.
Even in his thorn-riddled state, it was abundantly clear that the framewerk charging the lightning bolt shouldn't be allowed to fire it off. Luckily, a gun (usually) didn't need to be charged, and his gun didn't even need to be aimed with a great degree of accuracy due to its targeting computer. Even if Black Star didn't free him, Roger would do his best to rotate Yeager so it faced the electric Framewerk, and pump it full of lead.
You can be Marky Mark if you want.
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