Sub entry 1: "I geuss I made a fox out of this one without realizing "
Found 451 asleep under her desk..
Didn't bother to wake her she seemed too peaceful so I left a can of coffee and a bottle of water near her..
...fucking, foxes in the walls here i geuss.. if anyone has more experience with "Vix" id gladly discuss it. Or atleast forward a file or two to me. Im so behind in the times Subtypes weren't a prevalent thing when I was conditioning this one and her packmates...even after being in this field for years I'm still learning things. I just thought teaching my hounds the skills I was taught in my field days would come in handy so id know theyd be safe and capable of fending for themselves if they had to leave their chassis awaiting emergency evac. Or dropped behind enemy lines to gather info, take out targets,and scout for plausible "candidates" ..
Ik some of you cant stand Handlers.
I dont blame you.
I just want.
I just want more info so I can help keep Her busy.and give her more tools to help herself with..
I don't hold her leash anymore..
But im still responsible for what I made.
Handler Leones signing off.
[Incoming Transmission]
[Heyyy....w...we were told to reach out? W..we know Vixens are uncommon..a...and our creation is normally...normally kept under wraps.. B-But we have made a report we could signal you towards, an...and you can ask us any questions you may have! H..a..I...m..I..yeh!]
Any information would be appreciated. Take a breath ok? You seem like you all had a long day and i know im asking a lot.
[I .It's hard to pull any information without a prompt to work from..a-and we're not tired m-ma..I..H..rrf..In fact today h..has admittedly been boring aside from a short audit and a...a small incident..H-...Handler..]
You're doing your best. Damn your best seems remarkable.
Just what info do you have on the "Vix" subtype? I dont wish to pester the queen for their records id rather give them time to settle in here to be honest. Any info is good info. Even crumbs.
[I-...t..tha..thank you..y..you ma'am .I..t..thhehe..I..uh..I..e..so we'll...pardon w...anyways uhm...we will be marking a report we published for your review, as well as offering you active access and direct lines to us.]
[However uhm...some advice, we suffer from...from guilt due to lack of use...or abandonment. It's trained in heavily to keep us under our Handlers, or simply a core part of our being...and perfectionism to the point of burnout...And if you...you want her off the bottle. Give her something just as convenient but less destructive. We use cannabinoids and ..well...let's just say, sparring time is time to"Hound out".]
I see. She's not too heaby handed with the bottle. I dont blame her one bit. Old war memories coming to a hound/fox like her. She's seen some shit. Ive only ever seen her "high" on her first time on post combat sedatives.. maybe i need to find her a sparring buddy..I showed her cqc out of chassis.
So many times tossed into the mud but she kept getting up.. it was impressive really. Lack of use? Understandable i'll find some side tasks outside heckling the new pilots. You did good. This is plenty to work with for the time being.
[I- t...thank you! I..thank you, w...m..w...we would gladly dance...with her H..Handler...just for the fun of it...she seems like she would be fun...I..if you'd let us..H..Hand-dler... ..]
Ill see how she's doing when she wakes. It's been a busy day after all. In chassis or out of chassis dance? She hasn't used the BlackMoth since her service days.. time will tell with her. Shake the rust i suppose.
IS THIS WHY YOU HANDED ME A FUCKING WEED PEN!?
Is it helping?
I think? The commissary staff is sick of seeing me. Tbf im the reason theyre usually out of salt n vinegar....
Also noticed your shot groupings have gotten better too
Seems to help with the lingering effects of long term combat stim usage.. interesting.
[Incoming Transmission.]
[ETA would be roughly 22:00, been a while since we've had a smoking buddy .. Anywhere safe to land that won't scorch anything necessary? Or do you have a scrapped chassis you can leave a mile out?]
Theres a landing strip to the East just Hail the comms tower to clear it.
[Understood, repeating question though. Is there anything that is of importance, or anything that is inconsequential if let's say....a 35 tonne ball of fire used to go from +700/KmH to 0 in a short time...?]
Theres the target range for live exercises
Just look for the boneyard of burnt chassis and rubble
[Copy that 0451, we'll get Eden to let you know when we're close. Be sure to step outside, we're certain Lisitsa will prove to excite.]
Currently chilling on the main comms tower roof. Ill keep an eye ear out for the show.
[Oh, and wear ear protection. We burn loud >:3]
Copy. Got my Range phones in my bag..
Wasn't recommended but im just gonna put my shades on...
A low rumble rolls off to the north, a continuous thunderous growl filling the evening air. A bright star, foreign to these skies. Seems to only grow brighter and brighter, casting a haunting blue glow on the clouds. Filling the sky around it, with a dazzling yet ominous haze.
[Incoming Transmission]
[Pardon the delay 0451, 196 had to upkeep injections. Current distance is 4 clicks out from your firing range, 18 seconds until impact. Be sure to enjoy the fireworks.]
15 seconds until impact.
The brighter the false star seemed to glow, the louder the rumbling seemed to get. Until an unholy howl made itself slowly known, a hollow wail that pierced the night.
12 seconds to impact.
A blink and already the trails of the jets were visible, blades of plasma capable of instantaneous cremation. All erupting from a dark, and seemingly mangled silhouette..
10 seconds until impact..
The howling had only grown more prevalent over the rumbling, a chorus of damned hellions singing their fury. All while that silhouette never seemed to slow down...
5 seconds until impact...
The twisted comet, finally visible enough to fully make out it's blurred features. Or so one would think, as soon as the silhouette was close enough to analyze. Those jets angled outwards, forcing reverse thrust. And causing the bastardized Vixen to show her tails, those three boosters just at the back waist of the mech. While those three tails of fire, filled the night sky with the distinct scent of ozone. The rest of the fanned out boosters, left behind a trail of flame in the earth. Gouging into the terrain and leaving behind molten glass, and singed greenery the closer it got.
It wasn't necessary to be told when impact was, the heart sinking Thump that every mech or pilot knew. The tremors from the impact alone were damning, rattling lose objects and lights. The screech of metal being torn apart, informing onlookers that the spectacle wasn't over. As if the blazing torrent that was still moving, wasn't telling enough.. Finally after a few seconds, the jets finally stopped. Leaving behind an ominous red glow, and a hunched figure standing tall..
With a gut wrenching squeal, the figure ripped a hind claw from the cock pit of. What once was a somewhat recognizable chassis, that now lay as what could only be described as modern art. And with yet another squeal, Lisitsa has finally arrived.
She stood relatively tall comparative to file size, at a healthy 12 metres in height. She wasn't the biggest, and her near skeletal frame showed she wasn't the heaviest. And with the fact that parts of the frame were glowing, it was blatant the chassis was designed with no care for the pilot. Though it was also blatant this thing, was ancient compared to modern mech design. And the closer it approached, the more of its ruggedness became apparent. Along with something mildly telling, as even the Metal Angel. Had a mask of brown, a muzzle just like it's pilot.
[Sorry about the mess 0451, and sorry about the delay...we...forgot about a few things.. So...where do you want us?]
The comms were choppy and full of static, showing that the heat visibly radiating off of the shambling chassis. Was enough to interfere with it's radio frequencies...
....uhhhm lemme see...ah!
Hangar C9 has a few free docks.
..hound...you're high. Go sit down or something.
Ehh im fine Ive parked chassis half a handle of whiskey deep.. yeah dock 5 is open
...pardon her. And yes she's correct dock 5 is free. Welcome!
[Dock 5 confirmed, clear walkway. This thing doesn't come with proxy bio scanners, also tell your mechs to let her breathe. Unless they want to deal with second to third degree burns, or becoming one with their welding gloves. Oh and uh....where would be the nearest area to rinse ourselves off? It's been a bog in here for a hot minute, aaaaand we're slick enough to use the tarmac as a slip and slide...]
[196, language! Apologies, also feel free to bill me the cost of repairs.... I know how much damage one of her landings can do.]














