[maxx-impulse]

evil night everyone...

🕳️

[maxx-impulse]

i'm taking the mech into the hole and you can't stop me i don't care if it isn't ready yet

[maxx-impulse]

collecting parts from failed attempts and dead ends to try and scrape together enough to pay back what i owe (a lot of money) and it isn't anywhere near enough (it was a lot of money) and i look at the frame, at everything i've worked for and there has to be something else anything else i can strip for parts, right? there has to be

i can let people plug shit into me and, i can appraise it? that could work....

[maxx-impulse]

an older girl plugged sometthing intome and then i had blood on my hhands

[maxx-impulse]

collecting parts from failed attempts and dead ends to try and scrape together enough to pay back what i owe (a lot of money) and it isn't anywhere near enough (it was a lot of money) and i look at the frame, at everything i've worked for and there has to be something else anything else i can strip for parts, right? there has to be

i can let people plug shit into me and, i can appraise it? that could work....

[illyamorous]

big brother chest pillow...

[illyamorous]

think about it

[illyamorous]

it's late and you're knocking on the door to the room you'd normally be yelled at to get out of and sheepishly entering. you shuffle around the dimly lit room, careful to not trip over any of the clothes left on the floor and make your way towards the bed. you wordlessly slide in next to him and he pulls a blanket over the two of you and wraps an arm tightly around you. he's going to be awake for a while longer watching a movie on his phone, but the safety and warmth is enough to make the light not bother you and you're able to drift off to sleep in a matter of minutes

[illyamorous]

and in the morning he calls you a faggot and kicks you out of his room again

[maxx-impulse]

it's ok i'll find replacements it's just gonna take a lil longer is all.....

[maxx-impulse]

wrong horse scrappergirl who may need to strategically sell mech parts to make back a lot of money....

[maxx-impulse]

The two holding up the little scrapper look at each other and shove it to its knees, kneeling to grope its chest. They tear off its wet shirt and call out "Hey look, the little twerp's got tiny tits!" They laugh and start gesturing to each other about having massive breasts or milking another's udders.

*my memory of this part is a lil foggy but i recall it being kind of formative.

i remember latching onto the part, but i woke up without it.*

[maxx-impulse]

The spokeswoman frowns and backhands Max's face. She smacks it back the other way, continuing back and forth several times.The group whoops and cheers, and the teen's face gains back a smile. She gestures and another of the group grabs the small figure's hair, yanking back its head. She pours Max's whole water pack into its face.

*the first hit isn't so bad. the second hit makes my ears ring and by the time she's decided her hand hurts enough i've forgotten how i got here. i breathe in sharply as the water hits my bruised cheeks, breathing in water, choking and coughing and shaking my head as she pours it out. my head lolls forward*

please.

*reflexive. without thought or expectation. i'm ready to pass out wherever they drop me. or would be if this stupid thing didn't keep boosting my nerves like a fucking battery*

[maxx-impulse]

i don't get in dogfights because i don't fight dogs i shoot them dead

[maxx-impulse]

i'm being chortled at

[maxx-impulse]

She grins. "You do need this, Runt."

She gestures to another of the group, who takes their own pry bar and beats the little scrapper with it, several strikes aimed to its thigh. They laugh as it struggles to stay standing and swap out with another, who kicks its leg in the same spot, earning a shout from the two holding it upright to aim a little higher, make their job easier. The spokeswoman takes another turn and punches Max's chest, smiling wider with each thud.

*my vision swims as the strikes melt together into a haze of dull fire. i am dimly aware aware of my leg cracking. ribs flexing under the punches. crack.

i can't move my leg. short shallow breaths are all i can muster. the implants force me into clarity again, but it's harder to stay there. words fail me. i spit.*

[maxx-impulse]

"Such hostility, wow~ You shouldve just agreed, though. Now we have to teach you a lesson about respecting your betters. Get it."

The group of scrappers rush at Max, roughly grabbing at its shoulders and holding it in place. The spokeswoman saunters closer, brandishing her pry bar menacingly. She strikes Max in the stomach, hard.

*my legs buckle, and i dangle from their grips, coughing. implants murmur in my head in languages i don't speak, assessing the damage, dulling the pain, shocking my brain into alertness, but the other girls are still bigger and stronger. i kick and wriggle and pull against them, but i can't pull free.* lemme go! i need this!!

[maxx-impulse]

"Oh, I see, I see. Well it looks to be a little big for ya. How about we take it off your hands, so you can get back to the work you can handle?" The rest of the group of not quite adults jeers, gesturing with their pry bars and other scrapping tools.

*opening my mouth, hoping i can think of some roundabout platitude that'll get me out of this and what comes out is* fuck off i can handle it.

[maxx-impulse]

"Hey runt, whatcha got there?" A group of 6 or 7 teenage scrappers saunters up to Max, pointing at the large mech shoulder piece, a crucial joint for its scavenged rig, as it tries to haul it back to the cave.

*sweating, gaze flicking between the other scrappers* it's... just a joint. from an old construction rig. It, probably won't go for much, but it's all i found today..

[maxx-impulse]

Of course, when you wake up after a day and a half of excruciating pain from the nanites burning curcuits into your flesh and welding them complete, you get in trouble and denied food for skipping work

And then you realize the trauma support module was for a different set of parts. These augmentations arent even compatible

taken by this new thread, searching for any relic that responds to the new augmentations, plugging shit into myself just to test it, reviving medical tech, getting chopped chipped and screwed again and again and again in the hope that any of this will help me find what is missing

[firem4ge]

The himejoshi handler is sick of the pilot shooting down rivals, she’s putting 2FA on the weaponry.