downed mech pilot who carved a swath of destruction through hundreds of klicks of heavily patrolled territory with just the survival tools in her bailout kit to steal an enemy mech from a depot and extract herself, powered by the sheer indignance of being explosively evicted from her nice comfy interface tank

it's true what they say about pilots. spoiled princesses with the muscle tone of kittens, every one. but never underestimate how attached they are to having a hundred tons of machinery between themselves and the horrible outside world.

callsign BOOMERANG would have been welcome in any infantry bar in the theater after that, but she never found out that she was the sole pilot so honored, due to never leaving her hangar on foot voluntarily again. □

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