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Canary
In the chaos following the Great Turtling, Courtney was able to slink away, her mech crawling along reasonably well. Perhaps embarrassment was the key to her getting her shit together and improving her scores. Ultimately, she didn’t complete the movement evaluation within the time limit, but she did complete it – even if she did move like a rusted, haunted, animatronic.
Following that then, was the third evaluation – a test of incredible violence. She could almost cry tears of joy, or perhaps boundless patriotism. Truly, was there anything more American than filling the moon’s atmosphere with the acrid odor of hot metal and burning powder?
Pillbug crab-walked up to the firing range and sat down gently as Courtney could manage, which is to say her ETA stomped the ground a few times to flatten the soil, and then plopped down like an elderly obese lapdog settling in to watch some Price is Right with its mother before going to bed at 9pm.
“You have the most seniority out of all of us, Krieger,” she said politely. Her cannon was spinning slowly, preparing to come up to speed. A pair of hatches opened, with a rocket in each one. “Anything you’re celebrating today? A birthday? Independence from Britain? An ex get arrested? Sorry, I’ve only got red, white, and blue explosives, but you can pick the first color!”
Following that then, was the third evaluation – a test of incredible violence. She could almost cry tears of joy, or perhaps boundless patriotism. Truly, was there anything more American than filling the moon’s atmosphere with the acrid odor of hot metal and burning powder?
Pillbug crab-walked up to the firing range and sat down gently as Courtney could manage, which is to say her ETA stomped the ground a few times to flatten the soil, and then plopped down like an elderly obese lapdog settling in to watch some Price is Right with its mother before going to bed at 9pm.
“You have the most seniority out of all of us, Krieger,” she said politely. Her cannon was spinning slowly, preparing to come up to speed. A pair of hatches opened, with a rocket in each one. “Anything you’re celebrating today? A birthday? Independence from Britain? An ex get arrested? Sorry, I’ve only got red, white, and blue explosives, but you can pick the first color!”