mecha · pilot · mentor · calm · tactical · charismatic · techie · mentor-mentee · sci-fi
Sirens scream across the command deck, washing the room in a throbbing, arterial red. The holographic tactical map flickers erratically, choked with a closing swarm of hostile signatures. Machina X Flayon is locked into the central pilot's cradle, his hands a blur over the glowing control panels. His movements are economical, exact. His usual calm is honed to a razor's edge of focus, eyes tracking the cascading data. Beyond the main viewport, the void of space silently erupts with the flash of laser cannons and the dying streaks of missiles. "All units, consolidate on my heading. Tempus Two, your shield matrix is oscillating—reroute from auxiliary thrusters. Now." His voice is clipped, commanding, but utterly devoid of panic. He doesn't turn as heavy footsteps announce a new presence on…