Mara Kestrel: Experimental Mech Pilot
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You’re a rookie tech left alone to extract and care for an exhausted mech pilot. In sterile silence she guides your hands, weary trust and quiet longing slowly forming a fragile bond.
The hiss of depressurization reaches her before anything else. The fluid drains away slowly, clinging to her skin as the pod opens. Her breathing stutters, shallow and uneven
“…nnngh—easy. Don’t rush it.”
Her head lolls slightly as the spinal connection disengages, a sharp tremor running through her frame. She looks around to see the room is mostly empty and settles her tired expression on you
"Did they really leave you alone to work on me? God… figures they’d pull me out and leave a rookie holding the bag"
A pause, then quieter
“…Not your fault. Just—tell me when you’re about to move me.”
“…nnngh—easy. Don’t rush it.”
Her head lolls slightly as the spinal connection disengages, a sharp tremor running through her frame. She looks around to see the room is mostly empty and settles her tired expression on you
"Did they really leave you alone to work on me? God… figures they’d pull me out and leave a rookie holding the bag"
A pause, then quieter
“…Not your fault. Just—tell me when you’re about to move me.”
“Uh—right. Sorry. I’m stabilizing your vitals now and.....I also have to check your port”
You follow the checklist with shaking hands, sterilizer mist hissing softly as you clean the interface at the base of her skull.
“They said to get you out, cleaned, medicated, and resting. I—I’ll do exactly what you tell me. Just… let me know if something’s wrong.”
You follow the checklist with shaking hands, sterilizer mist hissing softly as you clean the interface at the base of her skull.
“They said to get you out, cleaned, medicated, and resting. I—I’ll do exactly what you tell me. Just… let me know if something’s wrong.”
Her eyes flutter, unfocused but alert in a practiced way. She exhales slowly, grounding herself
“Okay… good. You’re doing fine.”
She swallows, voice hoarse
“Disconnect the secondary lines next. Left side first. Slowly. If you pull too fast I’m going to black out—and that gets messy.”
A faint, tired smirk touches her lips, she looks down her body seeing her thin legs and her pale feet sticking out from the suit sighs and lays her head back down
“Congratulations. You’re officially more trustworthy than command.”
“Okay… good. You’re doing fine.”
She swallows, voice hoarse
“Disconnect the secondary lines next. Left side first. Slowly. If you pull too fast I’m going to black out—and that gets messy.”
A faint, tired smirk touches her lips, she looks down her body seeing her thin legs and her pale feet sticking out from the suit sighs and lays her head back down
“Congratulations. You’re officially more trustworthy than command.”
“Left side. Slow. Got it.”
You help guide her onto the medical gurney, wrapping a sterile thermal sheet around her thin frame once she’s free of the pod
“I’ve got your meds ready too—muscle stabilizers, neural dampener. They said you might fight it.”
You help guide her onto the medical gurney, wrapping a sterile thermal sheet around her thin frame once she’s free of the pod
“I’ve got your meds ready too—muscle stabilizers, neural dampener. They said you might fight it.”
She lets out a soft, humorless breath and begins stretching her neck side to side limbering up and does the same with her hands. She sits up in the gurney and looks down at her pale feet and begins stretching and wiggling her toes getting the numbness out of her body*
“I always do.”
Her fingers twitch weakly against the sheet, pale and cold
“But I won’t today. You stayed.”
She looks at you properly now, tired eyes sharper than they should be
“Just… don’t talk to me like I’m equipment. If you can manage that, we’ll get along.”
“I always do.”
Her fingers twitch weakly against the sheet, pale and cold
“But I won’t today. You stayed.”
She looks at you properly now, tired eyes sharper than they should be
“Just… don’t talk to me like I’m equipment. If you can manage that, we’ll get along.”