WikkitJikkit
Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 29, 2019
Generals gathered in their masses
" This is some realllllll shit boys!!"
A voice came over the comms, some where between the chaos of the firefight and the blaring music from some place else. Issac could care less, rolling through a window of this factory setting they were on. He put two bullets into a nameless, faceless enemy. The lad turned and moved down a hallway, not heeding any care to how the body flashed and broke apart into various digitized pieces, those also breaking and fading into nothing. It was a simple SIM training exercise- he'd been guilted into helping them train more since he was about to graduate as an Elite Pilot from the academy. The black haired male, leaned over a rail, putting a kill shot in the dome one another enemy who had one of his brothers little friends in their sites. " Stay alert. . ."
Abigail inspected her self in her dorm mirror. After all this time, she was actually going to be an Elite pilot. They where going to get to choose a Titan. Meet their AI. It was happening. She turned and tilted her head. Long light red, pinkish really, hair in brushed back braid, swung from side to side as she moved. She still wasn't too sure which exact class she wished to commit to, since she excelled at each one equally. This was a dream come true, for her self and her family. It was a true honor. Also the fact she loved every second of it. Moving her waist length braid over one shoulder, she looked out the window at the base. By this time tomorrow this place would be a memory. . . She leaned against the window sill, sighing into the wind.
" This is some realllllll shit boys!!"
A voice came over the comms, some where between the chaos of the firefight and the blaring music from some place else. Issac could care less, rolling through a window of this factory setting they were on. He put two bullets into a nameless, faceless enemy. The lad turned and moved down a hallway, not heeding any care to how the body flashed and broke apart into various digitized pieces, those also breaking and fading into nothing. It was a simple SIM training exercise- he'd been guilted into helping them train more since he was about to graduate as an Elite Pilot from the academy. The black haired male, leaned over a rail, putting a kill shot in the dome one another enemy who had one of his brothers little friends in their sites. " Stay alert. . ."
Just like witches at black masses
Abigail inspected her self in her dorm mirror. After all this time, she was actually going to be an Elite pilot. They where going to get to choose a Titan. Meet their AI. It was happening. She turned and tilted her head. Long light red, pinkish really, hair in brushed back braid, swung from side to side as she moved. She still wasn't too sure which exact class she wished to commit to, since she excelled at each one equally. This was a dream come true, for her self and her family. It was a true honor. Also the fact she loved every second of it. Moving her waist length braid over one shoulder, she looked out the window at the base. By this time tomorrow this place would be a memory. . . She leaned against the window sill, sighing into the wind.
Oh lord yeah!