I'm killing Robert again folks.
Thanks to @dirtycombatboots for this idea
I haven't a clue what warnings to put up here, but we're killing Robert again.
A Shared Grave
Robert hums a tune he didn't know the name of, picked up over time from Flambae. He's moving on autopilot, running through the end of mission checklist while daydreaming about meeting their little girl. The coms buzz on.
F: Mecha-Bitch, you almost done in there or is your other wife going to keep you up tonight?
MM: I'll be in soon I just gotta finish-
The Coms let out a painful shriek. Robert groans, ears ringing as he cuts the Coms. He hits the silent signal in his belt to summon Royd, groaning as he realizes that the hatch isn't responding.
He leans back into the pilot seat, exhaustion and the hum of the suit almost pulling him to relax.
The internal speakers bzzzzzz, his father's voice filling the suit
Robert, this is your legacy.
He tries to shut the damn thing off as more voices overlap
Legacy. Curses. Destiny. Die. Die. Die.
The pilot seat vibrates, the only warning before burning arcs of electricity fill his veins with lava.
ZzzzBangRapCrack
Robert shakily comes to to people shouting outside the suit. Everything is shaking on top of the noises of menacing shifting machinery. The cockpit is faintly lit by some lit control panels that he immediately starts trying to manipulate.
BzzzzScrapeClangBzzz
A flat, emotionless voice comes through the speakers.
I can't let you do that Robert.
Hnnnnnnnnnnnn
Robert is trying not to hyperventilate, actually panicking now. Is he imagining the seat belt squeezing tighter?
"Please, whoever's behind this, whatever you want, just let me out."
His own voice answers him from the speaker.
R: I'm going to die in that suit Chad.
"I'm better now. Please..."
Robbie's voice: This is your legacy son.
A set of shifting panels scrape against his shin, only slight sting. The belt is definitely tightening, stealing his breath.
A set of sparking wires is hovering in front of his face, swaying unnaturally as he tries to flinch back. A shift from the seat puts the wires directly over his eyes. He doesn't have time to even attempt to pull them off as a surge of electricity directly into his eyes. He seizes up, screaming as the cockpit fills with the nauseating smell of cooking flesh and the sound of sizzling he doesn't want to identify. The faint light of the panels is gone entirely and he can feel his face is dripping with something.
"Royd? Can you hear me?"
Muffled noises,,,a Bang that vibrates through the suit. Robert takes a deep breath,
CRACK
Agonizing pain shoots up his body from his lower legs. Panels and tech are shifting against him testing, scraping.
Another set of wires animate and press against his side.
BxxxxxzzzzCRACKRIIIP
Robert clamps his jaw down, the pain and blood filling his mouth barely registers as multiple fresh breaks are agitated by him siezing under the assault of the electricity and cutting panels. He coughs wetly as something falls from his mouth in a flood of blood.
"Agv(cough)fdg(cough)bjin(cough)vdfgh"
Everything is too much. He can't stop coughing and every cough is setting off a fresh waves of pain.
The panels are shifting again, pressing against him almost lovingly, a set of wires had settled between his legs.
Robert tries to brace for it
BzzzCrackSlcccCrack
The electricity doesn't stop. He's soaked in blood, choking on it. It runs down his stinging throat, filling his senses with iron even as the void reaches for him.
BANG
