Spring Break...

*blam blam blam blam blam*

The sound of bulletts filled the air, ricocheting off the interior of the behemoth and crashing to a halt with a deafening thud.

Then an alarm cut through the silence.

"Critical hit, primary drive. Critical hit, heat sink. Critical hit, primary reactor. Critical hit, ammunition storage. Recommend immediate ejection."

"Such a cold voice" the pilot thought to himself... He didn't want to press the button. The lumbering Mech he was piloting was his favorite. It was his first. A Ryoken. A behemoth, a mastery of metal and wire...

He pressed the button...

And then it was gone... He looked out of the bottom of the pod and saw the detcharges engage, destroying the Ryoken from the inside out, leaving no recoverable material.

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Like the Ryoken in that brief glimpse of a story we see a reflection of my Spring Break plans. Shot to hell and abandoned... And now I get to watch it explode into nothing.

-M, punching out.

 

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