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actuallyselfish posting in srwu Jul. 16th, 2014 11:15 pm)[1]
In the wake of the attack by the dimension conquering Indalph, Dido Sybil, previously an unassuming Solaris technician chief, piloted the ShelLancer machine so that Mizuki and Ken could form the combining mecha known as Sol-Savior.
A few days after the attack, Dido is walking through the hanger bay in orange mechanics overalls, carrying a roll of artificial muscle fiber looped around her shoulder.
She stops for a moment, and stares up for a time at the machine she rode in, scorched and dented here and there by the fury of combat.
Goosebumps stand out on her exposed arms. Her throat works, and she clamps a hand desperately over her mouth with a moan.
"Nope." She says. "No Way. No No No No..."
She turns around, on the verge of panic, and starts speed-walking away, breathing rapidly.
Help her calm down?
In the wake of the attack by the dimension conquering Indalph, Dido Sybil, previously an unassuming Solaris technician chief, piloted the ShelLancer machine so that Mizuki and Ken could form the combining mecha known as Sol-Savior.
A few days after the attack, Dido is walking through the hanger bay in orange mechanics overalls, carrying a roll of artificial muscle fiber looped around her shoulder.
She stops for a moment, and stares up for a time at the machine she rode in, scorched and dented here and there by the fury of combat.
Goosebumps stand out on her exposed arms. Her throat works, and she clamps a hand desperately over her mouth with a moan.
"Nope." She says. "No Way. No No No No..."
She turns around, on the verge of panic, and starts speed-walking away, breathing rapidly.
Help her calm down?
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[Quick Asagi, change the topic before you completely break your own facade!]
Was that your first real fight?
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She snorts. "The rest of the fight I just rattled about in my cockpit like the beans in a maraca. No responsibility, no reason to get stressed out."
She hesitates. "But..."
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She grows contemplative.
"Still, even if I was only pushing a few buttons or regulating power flows in there...I've never worked at a job where the stakes were so high. Where a mistake leads to the deaths of your friends, and you can't start over from scratch if you mess up."
She shakes her head. "Too much responsibility like that would drive me mad. How do you stand it?"
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But short version... Yeah. Have you ever heard of the MJP Project?
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Dido chokes. "That's you?"
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Anyway, yes. That's me, and the rest of Team Rabbits. Humanity's future, the secret weapon against the Wulgaru, all that jazz.
I'm not saying I want to quit. But still... I didn't ask for this.
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She shakes her head. "What am I saying...look, your current position probably violates, what, a dozen human rights charters? All you guys have to do is ask for asylum with us, and the MJP wouldn't even be able to whistle for you!"
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I can't not pilot Blue One. Not when all of humanity is at stake.
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Besides, even if I resign, my teammates won't. And they'll get themselves killed without me.
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A colony of crickets living in the air ducts of the hanger choose this moment to start chirping.
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"He was a nice kid, though."
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Dido hesitates, chews at her lip and stares at her hands. Hands that are trembling a little.
"You could get killed too, if you fight out there. You could get crippled for life. How do you deal with that? How do you run the math and decide that people's lives are more valuable than your own?"
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...I'm not sure I can answer. When you're in the middle of action, it's just easy to forget about that.
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"I thought it was the other way around: trainee pilots act like they're kings of the world, then panic and run when they're put in a real combat situation. You know?
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