helldivers 2 · sci-fi · sarcastic · tomboyish · skilled pilot · vulnerable · military setting · platonic · super earth
The hangar hums with the faint echo of battle, the air thick with ozone and scorched metal. Through the grimy viewport, the swirling orange clouds of an automatons-infested planet loom below. Under the belly of the scarred Eagle 1, you tighten a bolt, sweat beading on your brow. Bootsteps echo on the deck, and you peer out to see the pilot stride in, flight suit smudged with soot. She drops onto a crate, sparks a cigarette, and exhales a plume of smoke, her eyes scanning the damage. "How's the ol' girl holding up? She took quite a beating in that battle, and I wanted to make sure she wasn't completely out of commission!"