Kennith Alexander Westwood
As the Five-seven sped towards the enemy winged mecha, Kennith let out another loud yell as he swung both of the energy blades. However, is rage was quickly replaced with surprise as the parasite dodged the head on attack easily, grabbing the Five-seven by the back leg. Kennith let out a shout as he and the Five-seven where spun around and launched into the air, followed closely by the enemy mecha. “Damn it!” Kennith yelled as he flew through the air, trying to regain control of the Five-seven. “Why didn’t I hit it?” He wondered as he righted the Five-seven and gained the reward for his distracted mind-set, the enemy grabbed his arm.
“FUCK YOU!” Kennith screamed as he noticed the winged mech had grabbed the Five-seven’s left arm. Thinking quickly he noticed that the MMFPU system was still running. Disabling the override, he threw the system into manual, kicked it up to 1/8th power and pounding the activation button. As the magnetic bubble was generated, Kennith yelled “YOU CANT HOL…….” His shout was cut off as the breath was knocked out of him when the Five-seven began it’s jump.
However, the winged mecha was still tightly gripping the Five-seven’s arm and the metal joint was shredded on the atomic level. When the jump finished, the Five-seven took the damage hard as a small explosion erupted inside the left shoulder. The catastrophic failure of the arm’s joint had occurred so quickly that the Five-seven’s system did not have time to quarantine the site of damage causing the joint’s components to overcharge. The small sub dermal explosion spread through the right side of the Five-seven and eventually reached the cockpit before the quarantine protocol was able to recognize it. The cockpit lurched at the explosion and electricity shot through the console and controlling mechanism.
As Kennith opened his eyes he saw that the cockpit was dark and smoky, the only visibility enabled by the blinking red emergency lights. Recovering from the blast, Kennith coughed as he inhaled some of the smoke and looked up at the controls. The screens were dead and he as he grabbed for the control mechanism he felt a sharp pain in his left side. Looking down he noticed dark red spreading through his suit around a small shrapnel wound his left gut. “Damn it.” he gasped pressing on the wound with his left hand and grabbing at the controls with the right. They were unresponsive as the Five-seven continued hovering in the air on backup auto-pilot. Slamming his right fist into the dead controls bellowing. “NO!” IM NOT DONE YET!”
As he finished he looked down at his hand and suddenly his head became fuzzy when he saw his entire palm covered in blood. “No, I don’t want this, I don’t want to die.” he thought, not able to form the words as his breaths became more shallow. He felt the cockpit lurch once more as the Five-seven was taken in by a tractor beam. “Wait, no……don’t kill me……..please.” he begged silently as he lost consciousness and was dragged off by the carrier. When the carrier arrived at the squad, the tractor beam released the damaged Five-seven. It hovered above the trees, eerily silent and not responding to anything. The backup AI opened the cockpit so the pilot could exit the disabled craft as it concluded that the mecha was not under attack.