Ex-Icarus Asset Recovery, got fired after ONE BAD OP. Used to pilot a Pyro
Now the proud owner of an ENKIDU BAYBEE HER NAME IS GOJIRA
CALLSIGN SLAGWELL
[A slate camera shows off an entrenched position within the vents of whatever station Jenny has found herself in. A cardboard sign with "FORT BADBITCH" written crudely in marker adorns a wall constructed primarily from what appears to be a mixture of blankets and garbage, clearly meant to stand against the tide of cold air and crustaceans both.]
[For their part, several corgi-sized ventcrabs sit impaled upon spikes of unclear make, their mangled vestiges a clear warning to other intruders to steer clear of the might of the New Purview.]
[Jenny turns the camera to herself, covered in crab wounds, and speaks.]
YOUR QUEEN'S WAR AGAINST THE INVERTEBRATE MENACE WAGES ON. SOON I SHALL RID MY LANDS OF THESE OVERSIZED SHRINP AND YOU SHALL ALL SLEEP SOUNDLY ONCE AGAIN.
RAHHH YES U LOVE 2 SEE GOOD POLICY FROM THE TRUE RULER OF THE PURVIEW
YOU WOULD LOVE IT ON PROSPERO ITS JUST LIKE THST EXCEPT U GET TO STAB GIANT CRABS WITH MECH SPEARS N GUNS INSTEAD OF TINY CRABS IN VENTS
FOR THE CRIME OF STEALING HER KNIFE AND A LITTLE BIT OF HER FINGER YOUR EMPRESS WANTS THIS LITTLE CUNT BOILED IN A MIXTURE OF SPICES AND MADE INTO A ROYAL FEAST
FOR THE CRIME OF STEALING HER KNIFE AND A LITTLE BIT OF HER FINGER YOUR EMPRESS WANTS THIS LITTLE CUNT BOILED IN A MIXTURE OF SPICES AND MADE INTO A ROYAL FEAST
FOR THE CRIME OF STEALING HER KNIFE AND A LITTLE BIT OF HER FINGER YOUR EMPRESS WANTS THIS LITTLE CUNT BOILED IN A MIXTURE OF SPICES AND MADE INTO A ROYAL FEAST
word from brass. walls of Achaea have been finished and stable for longer than enough. im gettin moved back 2 Attica 4 mor handler trainin. Slaggy Sunny and a buncha other Jaegers r movin back 2.
wut r u in Eschatons paperwork like an independent combat contractor? either way theyll prolly want u followin us cause were already familiar and they know u an Sunny work well 2gether
[WE HAVE ALREADY PACKED {MOST} OF OUR BELONGINGS.]
word from brass. walls of Achaea have been finished and stable for longer than enough. im gettin moved back 2 Attica 4 mor handler trainin. Slaggy Sunny and a buncha other Jaegers r movin back 2.
wut r u in Eschatons paperwork like an independent combat contractor? either way theyll prolly want u followin us cause were already familiar and they know u an Sunny work well 2gether
[WE HAVE ALREADY PACKED {MOST} OF OUR BELONGINGS.]
NURSE PENNY: Sarah McCarthy, callsign "SINGED WHISKERS," I'm pleased to let you know you're officially discharged from Achaea City General Hospital. Observation period has ended, you're free to sleep in your quarters again from here on out.
SINGED: YIPPEEE!!
NURSE PENNY: Please do contact Eschaton Medical if you and your partner have any trouble with the arm.
[Sally gives a little salute and begins marching out the door.]
NURSE PENNY: One more thing, Sally... When word got out that you were awake, the hospital started receiving... gifts for you. They're laid out in the next room over for you. Hospital policy says you have to be wheeled out of here so we took the liberty of attaching them all in a small cart.
SINGED: I... gifts..?
SUNNY: [DETECTING {INCREASE} IN {PILOT}'S {HEART RATE}.]
NURSE PENNY: Achaea hasn't forgotten what you did for us... Thank you. Thank you, SINGED.
SINGED: ACK. I- jsjdhej. uh. ur welcom.
[Sally begins leaving the room, followed by Sunny's current drone.]
SUNNY: [HEH. WITH ENEMY {AGOGE}'S CONDITIONING BROKEN, THE LOYALTY MODS MIGHT SEE YOU DEVELOP A {HERO COMPLEX}, {PILOT}.]
SINGED: WUH SHS SHUSH
[Sunny giggles.]
SUNNY: [I AM ONLY {TEASING} YOU, {SWEET} THING. YOU ARE ALREADY A {HERO}. THERE IS NOTHING {COMPLEX} ABOUT IT.]
SINGED: hrrrgh ehdidkdjjfkdhf
[They reach the next room, and Sally's eyes widen. A little cart with sides made from a black textile sits hooked to the back of a wheelchair.]
[The cart is piled twice over with items. Some are wrapped, some aren't. Everything from letters to bags of jerky to beers to electronic salvage to...]
[At the top of the pile there's a plush lion. Its fluffy mane is ruffled and it's been made into a backpack. It's wrapped in a little red shawl.]
SINGED: d-did u know???
SUNNY: [{PERHAPS}. HEHE.]
[It greedily grabs a letter from the pile. "To the Nemean: You saved her! Thank you for saving my big sister!" It grabs another. "For our stalwart defender." Another. "SINGED: I was in your squad in the First Battle for Achaea. You saved my life. Never thanked you properly." Another. "Nemean, we won't forget."]
[Sally collapses. Her arm isn't enough to cover the tears and snot coming from her face. She throws the letters back on the pile to keep them clean as she uses her hand.]
[Another: "To our nice kaiju."]
SUNNY: [{INCREASE} IN-]
SUNNY: [OH, DO NOT WORRY, I WILL {HELP} YOU STAND.]
SINGED: i- hah- i h-helped i- they- gasp Sunny i-
[It wipes its wet eyes. Like drying a river with a bucket.]
SUNNY: [PEOPLE ARE {ALIVE} BECAUSE OF {YOU}.]
[It holds its heart as if it might pop and releases a sob. A loud, long one. Nearly a wail.]
SUNNY: [YOU ARE A {GOOD MONSTER}, MY {LOVE}. AND THEY ALL KNOW IT.]
[Sally holds the plushie close as Sunny helps her into the wheelchair. Sobbing gently into its mane, she says,]
SINGED: S-six...
[Sunny stops.]
SUNNY: [WHAT?]
SINGED: B-blenderr never leaves all the way. I can still see Six. their smiling at me...
[A familiar choked, digitized sound.]
Sunny: [O-OH... I SEE... I AM SURE THEY ARE, {PILOT.}]
