Run, Makita. Run.
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runmakitarun0:56:18
It takes precious minutes to half-scramble, half-fall from her vantage point to the street. And then Makita is running. Her legs flash in long strides and her new boots crunch through the snow. The world shrinks around her. Details fade out until nothing exists but the repetitive rhythm of her her steps and the harsh rasping of her breath in the freezing air. And her father's words echoing in her mind: "nowhere to fall back to" "not going to make it" "mission I'm giving you" "run, Makita. Run!"
She runs.
0:49:48
Becoming too focused in a warzone is a dangerous thing. As Makita pounds through the ruined city of Bahamut all her attention is on going just a little bit faster. By the time she realizes that she's out in the open it's too late. A Red ground support fighter screams out of the sky and there's nowhere to take cover.
Makita's face pulls back into a helpless grimace. She knows she's dead. She had promised Goldy she wouldn't get herself stupidly killed, and now she has. She'd promised Papa that she'd make it in an hour, and now she's not going to. She'd promised Proto-- "Makita!" A voice cuts through thoughts, "Get down!"
She doesn't think, she just throws herself to the ground. An anti-air rocket flashes over her head, she can feel the heat of its exhaust on the back of her neck and then the shockwave as it slams into the Red fighter. Noise and shrapnel rain down as she keeps her face buried in the snow.
When she glances up there's a chuckle from behind her. "Hey, pretty girl," Proto smiles as she turns around, "Have you forgotten everything I taught you already?"
Makita's answer is to leap lightly up onto the fast attack vehicle he arrived in and grab his shirt. "C'mere" she says breathlessly as she pulls him close enough to kiss. It's desperate and frightened and she doesn't want to let him go, but she has a mission.
She pulls back slightly, "Proto! Papa's in trouble. Can you take me to station 82? I can make it from there."
Proto's smile makes it hard not to kiss him again, "Of course! 82's only two clicks from here."
As she took a breath to thank him properly another voice interrupted. "Hey, hey, that forget!" came a thickly accented voice from inside the vehicle as the driver stuck his head out. "We have it more duties, Proto. Is more enemy ships all over. All over the city! We have to go at the speed of light!" Makita blinks as she tries to work through the accent and the terrible grammar, "I mean, yeah, Maki's cute, but you want we tell commander Gurka we are making to play taxi?" The driver shakes his head in answer to his own question, "So love scene is about ten second left, okay?"
With a sigh Proto nods, "All right, all right, Turko. I hear you."
"You do?" Makita asks in disbelief.
"Yeah, they put me with Turko because I can understand him. And he's right. I'm screwed, sorry."
Makita nods, "I can run." She leans forward for another hungry kiss before pushing back to leap from the vehicle.
Proto calls after her as she lands on the ground, "Oh, Makita. I built that ramp for you." As she turns to take off again he yells over the sound of the rumbling engine, "And be more careful out there, will you?"
0:44:17
Makita runs.
Mostly cribbed from Red Star Annual #1 "Run Makita Run" by Christian Gossett.
It takes precious minutes to half-scramble, half-fall from her vantage point to the street. And then Makita is running. Her legs flash in long strides and her new boots crunch through the snow. The world shrinks around her. Details fade out until nothing exists but the repetitive rhythm of her her steps and the harsh rasping of her breath in the freezing air. And her father's words echoing in her mind: "nowhere to fall back to" "not going to make it" "mission I'm giving you" "run, Makita. Run!"
She runs.
0:49:48
Becoming too focused in a warzone is a dangerous thing. As Makita pounds through the ruined city of Bahamut all her attention is on going just a little bit faster. By the time she realizes that she's out in the open it's too late. A Red ground support fighter screams out of the sky and there's nowhere to take cover.
Makita's face pulls back into a helpless grimace. She knows she's dead. She had promised Goldy she wouldn't get herself stupidly killed, and now she has. She'd promised Papa that she'd make it in an hour, and now she's not going to. She'd promised Proto-- "Makita!" A voice cuts through thoughts, "Get down!"
She doesn't think, she just throws herself to the ground. An anti-air rocket flashes over her head, she can feel the heat of its exhaust on the back of her neck and then the shockwave as it slams into the Red fighter. Noise and shrapnel rain down as she keeps her face buried in the snow.
When she glances up there's a chuckle from behind her. "Hey, pretty girl," Proto smiles as she turns around, "Have you forgotten everything I taught you already?"
Makita's answer is to leap lightly up onto the fast attack vehicle he arrived in and grab his shirt. "C'mere" she says breathlessly as she pulls him close enough to kiss. It's desperate and frightened and she doesn't want to let him go, but she has a mission.
She pulls back slightly, "Proto! Papa's in trouble. Can you take me to station 82? I can make it from there."
Proto's smile makes it hard not to kiss him again, "Of course! 82's only two clicks from here."
As she took a breath to thank him properly another voice interrupted. "Hey, hey, that forget!" came a thickly accented voice from inside the vehicle as the driver stuck his head out. "We have it more duties, Proto. Is more enemy ships all over. All over the city! We have to go at the speed of light!" Makita blinks as she tries to work through the accent and the terrible grammar, "I mean, yeah, Maki's cute, but you want we tell commander Gurka we are making to play taxi?" The driver shakes his head in answer to his own question, "So love scene is about ten second left, okay?"
With a sigh Proto nods, "All right, all right, Turko. I hear you."
"You do?" Makita asks in disbelief.
"Yeah, they put me with Turko because I can understand him. And he's right. I'm screwed, sorry."
Makita nods, "I can run." She leans forward for another hungry kiss before pushing back to leap from the vehicle.
Proto calls after her as she lands on the ground, "Oh, Makita. I built that ramp for you." As she turns to take off again he yells over the sound of the rumbling engine, "And be more careful out there, will you?"
0:44:17
Makita runs.
Mostly cribbed from Red Star Annual #1 "Run Makita Run" by Christian Gossett.
