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Its Enough

PDC fire and missile trails crisscross the darkening sky of a city that's name didn't matter, on a world who's name Ophelia couldnt remember. Her HUD displays a Geo-Sat map of the area, with clear indicators of which faction, or clan, or house, or whatever new ridiculous thing owned what land and where. Since the central government's collapse 3 days ago Mercenary Units were caught between the ever-escalating series of skirmishes and battles, desperately grabbing whatever contract secured them the most money, the most prestige, or a ticket offworld. Her mech had hardly had time to warm up half a continent away when the battles started and her Unit had been contracted to assist. She had been the furthest away, by far, and by now her squad were all dead, or else had left the area of operations to wait for her and a secondary squad in another battlezone at the only neutral spaceport left standing.

She was searching for her wingmate who'd last been seen burning up in a desperate knife fight against the last holdouts of a failed regime's best spec-ops unit. Ophelia knew what that meant, typically, core meltdown, manually triggered, but she had to find the crater, at least, and so here she was, her nerves burning with the weariness of serveral days of constant sensory overload, not to mention the chemical cocktail that's actually allowed her to keep a relatively clear head. She shut off her radio an hour ago when the threats of being pulled out before she burnt(literally) herself out became too much for her to bear, she needed to find her wingmate, no matter the cost. Sweat trickles down her face in small rivers as each neighborhood and strip mall give way to yet more nothing. She isn't worried, not really, its just her wingmate. She continues to search, doggedly, trying to ignore the pain in her lungs, and failing as they force a cough that wrenches her, and the mech, forward, she ignores the small flash of the radio that she has just spat blood onto.

After another hour, finally she see's the wrecks, burning hulks of slag and holes, totally burnt out, most leaned against each other for support in what was likely their final moments. She remains calm, flicking the switch that keeps adrenaline from flooding her system, for now. Whats left of most of her squad, minus her wingmate and the three who'd managed to get away, surrounded by the charred remains of government forces, this must have been most of the remnants in the city, if she had been closer, this would not have happened. She picks up a trail of destruction, buildings knocked into, some with now-rehardened metal that had scraped off when it had been molten. She's close, she flicks the switch and feels the adrenaline rush, she will find them, there is still enough time.

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Hello! Welcome to down here! I hope you liked my story, which definitely DIDNT take serveral months(6 hours spread across 2 months) to write. I really appreciate anyone who read this!

I might continue this, or not, Im still figuring this whole thing out, sorry if the formatting was a little eyebleeding, but that was kind of my intention.

If there are any grammar or spelling issues, I would very much like to know, I havent properly written in months, so I'm probably rusty.

Have a great rest of your being awake time, whenever that may be!

[derps-writing-blog]

The demons(and my most dearly beloved friends) have convinced me that I am, in fact, going to write Fallout New Vegas fanfiction in this, the year two thousand and twenty four of the common era. You will all suffer, and regret this greatly. The formating is probably going to be god awful, my condolences. This will be entirely self-indulgent, overly-verbose, and quite probably riddled with grammatical and spelling errors that the anglo-saxons would have me burned at the stake for, but Im gonna have fun doing it anyway.

[derps-writing-blog]

Hello world! Im Derp, a 20-something trans gal, Im gonna be writing here, I can't promise very much very fast, but I'll probably ease into the whole writing for 3 people who stumble across this thing with some mech stories, more general sci-fi stuff, and some fantasy stuff, all of which will, of course, contain trans-lebians because they're cool, and Im one of them, and I cant help myself.

My formatting is probably gonna be rough at first. I am, however, doing this for myself at the end of the day, so if you dont like it, I dont much care.