Mech pilot that has little to no respect for infantry until she’s downed by an enemy pilot. Her crumpled mech lays on the ground as a giant metal hand rips open the cockpit, an equally giant pistol raised ready to turn her to paste. Then she sees her, the lone marine straddling the back of the enemy mech. She is unafraid of the metal monstrosity she climbs upon, or at least doesn’t look afraid, even as it bucks and tries to grab at the insect that crawls upon it. A shaped charge covered in axel crease is hurled into a dark crevice in the enemy mech’s frame, a sticky bomb thrown in a chink in the dragon’s armor. The marine leaps away just as the charge detonates and shreds the enemy’s cockpit. The steel colossus falls as the marine picks herself up, reaches down to the mech pilot she just saved, and asks, “Are you okay?”
All the pilot can think in the moment is, I would let her destroy me.
