new mechsplotation meta: angel pilots. You were custom bred to be the perfect pilot, designed hand and foot and teeth and tit to be the most efficient killing machine you can be, worshiping your handler, every bullet a prayer, every breath an exultation of the corporation that is your god. You are the paradisaical alastor lamb; an indispensable prize, beloved of the lord, given leave to reap her vengeance and wrath upon all who cross you. and yet, like all lambs, you cannot remain perfect forever, and when blood sullies your fine titanium coat, a new lamb, avenger of your flesh, perfect in ways you never could have managed, will be waiting, and it will reap what you could not, until it to proves itself,,, less than adequate.












