MG takes the oil on reflex, curling his fingers around the cannister like
it's a lifeline. He lowers his optics, staring down at it as Commander Rung
speaks.
Made to Order...
Was that not what all soldiers were?
"Yes, sir. Quickman issued the mission."
He spins the oil between his hands, the motion slow and controlled as his
thoughts race with no tangible coherency.
"Commander... I do not understand. I... This model is only weeks old.
Soldiers are not built with the intention of lasting. Not foot soldiers."
Not his model. Artillery and heavy combat were built with the idea that
they would go down quick but at least they would take down a group of
enemies with them.
no subject
MG takes the oil on reflex, curling his fingers around the cannister like it's a lifeline. He lowers his optics, staring down at it as Commander Rung speaks.
Made to Order...
Was that not what all soldiers were?
"Yes, sir. Quickman issued the mission."
He spins the oil between his hands, the motion slow and controlled as his thoughts race with no tangible coherency.
"Commander... I do not understand. I... This model is only weeks old. Soldiers are not built with the intention of lasting. Not foot soldiers." Not his model. Artillery and heavy combat were built with the idea that they would go down quick but at least they would take down a group of enemies with them.
"I... Do not believe I understand age."