Rose ✌️

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Part time podcaster, full time nerd. Lover of story focused tabletop RPGs, giant robots, and making things gay. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

You have just enough time to wonder what magus said when alarms and mirrored neurons scream together. Pain rips through your dad something fast makes contact and punctures your- HEADTAKER'S- hull. The second phoboform barrels you- HEADTAKER- over, it's hundred writhing limbs seeking flesh.
You- HEADTAKER- drop forward into a predatory hunting stance, your nerves scream for blood from this formless thing. Your neural link burns hot against the base of your skull as a machine of blood and death, within and without, launches into motion. In the distance you hear Magus screaming "WAIT!"
The thing lurches up from the horde, smaller Fear ITs cascading off its back as it erects it's spinal column. You're early, it's not fully formed. Growing from the spine like an obscene fruit is a disturbingly human skull. Limbs spider off it's still solidifying spine and drive themselves into the earth.
"Affirmative squad leader," Sabre and Magus chime in unison. nother routine mop up mission, too many Imminent Threats getting close to the hab wall defenses and beginning to swarm. The smaller Fear entities fall in waves to Sabre's missile barrages.
Your voice comes out as a snarl as you ride the synth high of neural bonding with HEADTAKER. "Standard sweep out, find the Imminent Threats and clear a path for me to close with the primary phoboform." By the second or third word you almost sound human again.
Magus' Black Witch follows, magnetic currents thrumming in an invisible halo around her. She strides forward with confident grace, black and gold carapace glinting in the lights of the hangar. "All systems nominal, squad leader," her voice crackles in your ears, like she's right next to you.
Your squad awakens from metal slumber. Their steel bodies freeing themselves from docking bays in hisses of detaching hydraulics. Sabre's towering Monarch chassis is the first to follow, it's frame a deep crimson, contrasting with your- HEADTAKER'S gunmetal grey, her missiles a far cry from your brutal melee weapons.
You move in exultation. Your metal limbs thrum as you take your first steps out of the docking bay. Lightning crackles through your nerves as 40 tons of plasteel and nano muscle fiber awaken. You are ALIVE. YOU ARE HEADTAKER.
You climb into the metal womb. Bare fingertips over webbing straps, your body harnessed into its new form. You perform your checks, make sure the beast is fit for war and then slide the neural jack home into the base of your skull.
The ladder rungs feel cold under your hands. You ascend them with practiced speed and confidence as you climb the metal beast. Your Blackbeard chassis is inert, but the shape language speaks of unimaginable violence. Grapple claws and a heavy chain axe beg for blood.
You sprint towards the hangar, your squadmates falling in behind you. Your heart is racing as you skid around the final turn and the hallway opens into a cavern of reinforced plasteel. Klaxons and the sound of rushing weapons loaders make a near deafening cacophony. You stride forward, it's time to mount up.