Turn Time Forwards.

Send Lore Drop! And I will talk about lore or a head canon regarding my muse.

“Commander, multiple ELID spotted on radar converging into a single point. It appears to be someone caught in the storm. How should we proceed?”

There had been so much that happened in the last week, it was almost worth it to say ignore it altogether and pass by but the thought made Karma sick. She’s tired, torn, and upon a heavy loss she’s filled with regret, grief and self loathing… none of that was this lone survivors fault. So, the commander took a deep breath and gave her command.

“Slow the Elmo down, maneuver through the ruins and get us close to the action. We’ll do what we can to save them.” Hopefully her hesitation didn’t cost them as the Elmo makes a sharp turn that makes the rudders squeal and the walls creak as they made their way into the rundown city.

This was less than ideal to put it simply. How she managed to let things get out of hand like this was beyond her at this point, as it was initially a simple job she was fulfilling.

Halfway through the transport, all hell broke loose going through this part of the territory. There was no intention of direct contact; desiring to avoid any and all if possible got the duration. So much for that…

She’d minimize usage of armaments, selectively firing down on them if they got far too close, but even that was beginning to weigh in more than what could have been accounted for. They came in droves; a never-ending wave as the situation grew worse and worse with each passing minute. The only real delay that helped was their relentless nature even amongst themselves; being so reckless and senseless that they’d clamor over each other trying to go after the same thing. A fault she’d more than certainly capitalize on for as long as possible all the while looking for an out-

“…?” Even over the near deafening noise from the ELIDs surrounding and blocking every other path, the sound of some sort of heavy machinery rooming through the ruins as the noise resonated post wrecked constructs and monuments.

“…Today must really be my lucky day…” A sarcastic remark to herself, gunning down several more as they continued their aggressive assault.