#throwsmech

Needless to say, she had half expected the early birds to slowly trickle into the kitchen, but yet the first person who joins her was none other than their mech pilot. 

“Mornin’, Hana!“ She calls out in her usual cheery voice, albeit a little too loud for the morning, but her lips curve into a rather large grin either way. “Did’ja get any sleep at all? It’s a little weird seeing you up this...” With a quick turn of her head, Lena attempts to find a window or a clock to emphasize her point. But alas, there was none to humor her. It certainly didn’t stop her from teasing the poor girl, however. “..early into the day.” 

She brings her mug back to her lips, sipping on her coffee to hide a mischievous smirk.

though when he heard on the intercom jammed into his ear, he turned his head to see the mech that the small girl piloted break, and heard that they wouldn’t be able to drop another for a while. so off he went, he sprinted as fast as he could ( as he was on a peg leg and a normal one ) shit, he wouldn’t get there in time. quickly reaching over, he yanked his tire off his back.

              ❛ oi! mech girl! duck! ❜ it was all the warning he gave before he yanked the cord, and let the tire fly, it was true and accurate to his calculations, plus it put a bit of space between the enemy and the girl so she could get away a bit safely while he finished sauntering over.

only two of the seven men that had been surrounding her were dead, and they were coming back from where they ran and hid. but now she had some backup.

             ❛  can ya still fight? ❜ he questioned, glancing over at her, as he readied his frag launcher.    

“Count me in in the scared club.”

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“She scares me too Lena… don’t tell her I said that…”

The landscape was apocalyptic. Perched upon the roof of a half-collapsed building in a town on the Korean coastal zone, Ana couldn’t help but contemplate in horror the disaster that had just occurred, sirens of emergency vehicles wailing in the distance while thick, black smoke rose from all over the area. Safely hidden behind her mask, Shrike decided to investigate on the ground. Population assistance had not been part of her plans when she had landed in Busan a few days earlier, but then again. Neither had a massive attack on the country.

Ana took a leap and de-escalated the building faster than a squirrel - the infrared scan implemented in her mask surveying the area, rifle at the ready in case any of those things had survived the battle. She had seen one of those man-piloted mechs crash in the vicinity earlier - the elite MEKA pilots having been dispatched as soon as alarm had been raised - but had failed to see it rise again. Carefully, Ana explored the ruins and rubbles, breathing steadily behind her mask, looking out for any survivor who had not yet made it to the medical camp. 

Oh dear. There it was.

Crashed into a building, half buried under the debris - a pink monster covered in pebbles and dust and dents. Looked pretty damaged from the uneducated eye that she was; Ana jumped over the remnants of a wall and approach the mech to peek through its shattered glass. Damn it. The pilot was still in there. 

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      Jae-Eun could barely see straight, head pounding from the lovely smack to the back of his head from his own meka. It was rare for him to let anyone near him when he was so injured and stressed, but all the various gashes (thankfully none were deep enough for a hospital visit) were keeping him in place. 

     His head shifts to lean against the wall as he closes his eyes tightly, hissing in pain as Hana pulls a small piece of his meka from his thigh. A mumbled swear of frustration comes out, followed by a hiccup from all the crying he had been doing. “Hana-ya.... fuckin warn me next ti-,” cut off by her running a wet cloth over a cut, he turns and glares at her as best he can.

There was nothing that kept her going than her own will. 

Heaving a sigh, the Briton straightens her back and continues down the hall — - making her way back to her own room to get some shut eye. It was pathetic, utterly pathetic for her to be in this shape just after one mission. Exhaustion and frustration never did go together, she figured. There was Talon and the Omnics to worry about, and for her, a hero’s work would never be done. 

So in her state of exhaustion, Lena doubts herself when she hears sniffling. At first, she shrugs it off; thinking of it as nothing and continues on. But as she closes in on a certain room, the sniffling only got louder. 

Brows furrowing in worry, she couldn’t help but wonder just who was up this late at night, much less spending the late hours crying. She sucks in a deep breath, turning her head and rolls her shoulders to loosen the stiff joints before knocking on the door. Regardless of getting a response, Lena barges in anyway. ( or so she’d like to claim, but really it was just her opening the door normally. )

“Hana?” She whispers the young mech pilot’s name so softly, she genuinely wondered if it was even heard. “Oh — - Hana...” Nimble fingers were quick to shut the door behind her as she slipped into the room. She doesn’t hesitate to run to the younger girl’s side and pulls her into a hug. “What’s wrong, luv?”