empireworthy.
SHE’S NEVER SEEN AN AMPUTEE BEFORE , at least not a living one
( perhaps her life has been lacking ) . There are plenty of images of
death & carnage in her mind , renewing themselves completely at the
slightest thought . Her mind wanders , then stops ( wonders if he
can still feel his missing limb - the phantom pain of l o s s ) . An
insatiable ache , burrowing itself deep into the bone ; unstoppable .
❛ ━━ I apologize for interrupting , sir , but I was instructed
to check on you . ❜
PALE LIGHT STREAMS from the concentric shift of mechanisms
in his arm. The kinetic energy from each tiny flicker of movement
is stored to power the next, thus existing in a self-sustaining loop.
He slips his nerfhide glove back over the arm, hiding it from the
travel of the woman’s too-curious eyes. It’s rare to see an a non-
clone officer these days. They take too much time && training in
a war where they have too little of the latter to provide the former.
❝ The damage to my mech hand was minimal.
If anyone needs to be checked up on its Commander
Tano. She’s the one with the shattered collarbone. ❞
