#g2 nile

[joh-a-umeko]

[bagea]

look at my mercenary division dawggg im gonna die

[sabrith]

Michigan to the rest of the Redguns

[aziarts]

REDGUNS💥

[biggestpball]

redguns

[hshangout]

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Here’s the Taiki Shuttle, Opedoto, Worm Hunt fic.

I really want to write Rice Shower’s story I got in mind so here’s this now. I’ll make a separate post on this talking about Rice’s story. :3

[networkuuuu]

[above-average-mecha-catgirl]

Just Like Pa

“You’ll have to talk to the kid soon, y’know,” came the voice, pulling Michigan off the precipice of his oh-so-precious sleep.

“Hm?” He responded, rolling over to look at his former rival. The famous and feared G2 Nile was, as he was so often, sitting propped up on the bed, leaning against some Balam “Redgun Special®” Pillows (“70% tougher than before! That’s right you maggots, that’s 10% from each one of our badass top-tier Redguns,” those fucking commercials Balam had made him record assured him). Nile was peering through the reading glasses (that pretty much lived on Michigan’s nightstand these days) at some book or another; truly, he’d be a picture of the modern intellectual- if it weren’t for the augmentation ports peeking out of the top of his pajama shirt’s high collar, that is.

“You’ll have to talk to the kid soon,” Nile repeated, turning a page. “And don’t act dumb about it, we both know that you’v been keeping an eye on him, that his simulator scores are well below his pre-augmentation projections, and that he’s taken to the augmentations well enough that they can’t be the sole reason for the problem.”

Michigan studied Nike’s face for a moment, then sighed and turned back over. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

“Good. I’ll be sure to catch you next time, you Furlong dog,” Nile said, soft and dry.

“Not in your trashy AC, you Balam asslicker,” Michigan replied by rote, a smile curling his lips.

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Red checked the score on the simulator screen again and sucked a breath in through his teeth. Damnit, he thought, that bad again? No way in hell I’ll make it to G2 before the old man has to retire- no! He believes in me, I just have to put in more time practicing. I can do it. I can-

“G6 Red! You planning on letting the next guy sit on your lap, or are you gonna accompany me to my office?” Came the voice, breaking him from his reverie.

“Your office, G1 sir!” Red responded, snapping a quick salute as he climbed out of the simulator cockpit. Shit, he thought to himself, the Hero of Jupiter himself is going to be mad at me, isn’t he. I’ll make it up to him, though! I’ll do ten, no, twenty more of every set of workouts he has me do as punishment! And I’ll spend my every spare hour on the sims, so that I can be a worthy successor to him.

“At ease, kiddo! Take a seat,” Michigan said, closing the door behind him. “Now, I’m sure you don’t like the results you’re seeing on those sims, and I think I know why. Now, answer some basic questions for me. You had some sims back home and in basic training, right?

“Yessir,” Red answered, and swallowed nervously. He’s going to chew me out something awful, isn’t he.

“And you probably ran with some variation of my own LIGER TAIL, right G6?”

Michigan asked, taking his own seat.

“Yessir,” Red said again, anxiety still tight in his core.

“Well, I can’t blame you. It’s a damn good design, isn’t it! But y’see, G6, there’s this thing that happens when pilots get augmentations. Most of us find out that we’re actually kind of worthless trash with most designs! And then we poke around until we find the one that works for us,” Michigan said, tapping away at his keyboard.

“I’m… afraid I don’t understand, sir?” Red said, his brows furrowing.

“I’m gonna be straight with you, G6! Or at least, as straight as I can be! Your brain is NOT cut out for an AC like LIGER TAIL. There’s no shame in it, most pilots struggle with quadrupedal legs. However, you DO have a real solid sense of timing on when you should use whatever explosives you have on hand.” Michigan turned his monitor around, bringing Red face to face with a Melander. “Start from here, kiddo, and figure out what works best for you, alright? Make yourself into your own man, G6!”

“Yessir!” Red said, feeling the knot in his stomach untangle as he exhaled. My own man, huh? He thought. I think I can do that! I think I can be someone like G1 Michigan, but my own self too.

“Good talk, G6! Dismissed!” Michigan said, his voice ringing through the office.

“Thank you sir, I won’t let you down!” Red said, giving G1 Michigan one last snappy salute, before striding back towards the simulators, already sorting through which weapons he liked best in his mind.