[A4A] On a Mission with your Rival Mech Pilot [Part 2] [Mercenary Speaker] [Mercenary (?) Listener] [Armored Core Inspired] [Sci-Fi] [Mechs!] [In Space!] [Working Together] [Secretly Likes You] [You like to live dangerously, don't you?]
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Second part of the Rival Mech Pilot this week. I did initially write the first part with only an inkling of where it could go, but the story was hungry and I couldn't stop thinking about it. It wanted to continue. As a result there will be one more part next week that will conclude the narrative but at this point it's anyone's guess if that changes.
This script was written to be [A4A] however genderflipping is fine. I have some notes on changing characters names and such just before the actual script starts.
Any SFX are optional.
Hope everyone enjoys!
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(Fade In. We’re in a hangar with the sound of a crane in the background as it raises a piece of Mech equipment).
(Commanding) Okay, that’s good! You’re nearly there, just a little higher!
(The crane continues to raise).
A bit more! Great.
Keep going… Keep going…
You’re there! Perfect! Now just attach it to the-
(The crane keeps raising…)
No, stop! I said stop! You’re gonna hit the-
(Distant crashing and clattering).
(Facepalm) …ceiling.
(They sigh).
(To self) Not sure what I expected. You’d think the corporations replacing everyone with machines would mean we could at least get the machines to work right, b-
(Notices the Listener) Huh?
Oh, it’s you. How long have you been stood there?
(Cheering Up) Nevermind. Still at base, huh? Basking in my misery?
…
Yeah, they’re awful. It’s a miracle these hangar droids can even function, let alone repair the Mechs that dock here. (Musing) I wonder if Black Thunder programmed them like that on purpose so we’d have to pay extra for the damages they cause… Not like there’s anywhere else to dock on this planet.
…
Hmm? Oh, just installing a few new parts I bought with my paycheck. Nothing too exciting, a new engine booster. My old one was getting… well, old. New one should have a nice bit of kick to it, keep me spry. (A bit sheepish) There were a couple other bits I got as well, but… they’re nothing worth shouting about.
(Changing the topic) I’m surprised you’re still here, honestly. I would’ve thought they’d have gotten your new Mech to you by now.
…
Oh, they have?
Ah, so you’re not here to see me then. Figures, not like we’re friends, is it? I’m the reason you need a new one after all. I guess we’re more like… like rivals, yeah? Friendly rivals sure but rivals nonetheless.
(Slight pause) So can I see it?
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Your new Mech, of course! What else could I possibly be interested in?
Gonna be a few minutes till those damn bots get my parts attached and I’m between missions right now. I’ve got nothing else to do while I’m planetside, living in a warzone sucks if you can believe it. You might not’ve realised it yet but a Pilot’s life is pretty boring when we’re not razing cities, and when I’m bored I start thinking and trust me I’ll do anything to keep from doing that.
So come on, where is it?
(Optional: We hear their footsteps as they walk down the metal hangar deck).
Over here?
…
(Confused) Right there?
(A little frustrated) …where are you pointing?
…are you sure?
Is it behind the Colossus model?
…
It is the Colossus model?!
…you’re joking. No way you could afford one of those bad boys after the state I left you in! I mean, I know I - quite generously I must say - footed some of your repair and ammo bills… But a Colossus?! How the hell did you afford that?!
(The Listener explains).
Uh huh.
Uh huh.
Sold for scrap that makes sense but sti-
…
Wow. I’ve never been paid with a Mech before… Mostly because it’s frowned upon. You know Black Thunder expects a percentage of any profits you make! And besides who would be willing… or desperate enough to pay for a Colossus?! That’s gotta be worth two or three jobs put together!
…
Oh.
Ohhhhh… (A little worried) Now things are starting to make sense.
Jeez, Rookie you like to live dangerously don’t you?
I knew you had a bleeding heart when you took that Kanaka job but this? More like a waterfall in there, it seems.
I mean who would willingly work for Rivik’s native population? I didn’t even know they could afford to hire mercs, let alone one as uh… “competent” as yourself.
…
Well, I guess that makes sense. They’ve been offering but nobody’s been biting. Most Pilots don’t wanna anger the corps, I get it. No-one’s that suicidal, at least till you came along… You’re crazy.
Still, must be nice to fight for something… (deciding) more, I guess.
(Musing) Those people have been crushed under Kanaka and Sukeyasu’s boot heels for decades… I thought they’d all been wiped out. Haven’t heard a peep out of them the whole time I’ve been here.
Lemme guess, they’ve got you on retainer?
…
I thought so. Must see something they like in you. Moral fibre’s my chief suspect. That’s a rare thing nowadays…
So what’s the job?
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Pfft! (Sarcastic) Is that all?
Taking out a Kanaka satellite is no easy task my (was going to say friend)… Rival. And you’re talking to someone who’s done it a few times now. Do you even know where to start? Do you have any idea what you’re doing?
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Yeah, I didn’t think so. They haven’t briefed you very well for this, have they?
The satellites have force shields around them designed to deflect projectiles from a Mech’s turrets to a friggin’ nuke. The only way to take them out is to go inside and initiate a meltdown, though that’s easier said than done given the defences they have.
(Thinking) Hmm, seems like you’re in a bit of a bind…
Ah, screw it, I’ll come with you.
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No need to thank me, I’ve got nothing better to do like I said. Got a pile of credits burning a hole in my pocket so ammo and repair expenses are no biggie. Plus I’ve got to admit… I’m a little curious how the Rivikians do business.
You’re shooting yourself in the foot if you argue against this. I’m coming with you, like it or not. I may be a merc but I go where I want and I do what I please, so basically you’ve no choice in the matter, so quit flapping those gums… And let’s suit up.
(Fade Out. Optional: feel free to include some booting up/whirring sounds as the Speaker and Listener get into their Mechs. Regardless, after a moment we fade back in. We’re now IN SPACEEEEE. To simulate this the Speaker will be heard over a communicator in the Listener’s Mech. Also, as we’re in space any SFX outside the Mech should be muffled).
Satellite’s just ahead now, I can see it. Couple minutes away.
Apply a quick thruster burst in its direction then power down everything save for life support and communications… otherwise that thing’s gonna pick us up and burn us like quartz in a bug zapper.
(We hear a slight powering down sound).
Nice. Our momentum will push us along and we’ll drift right up with them none the wiser.
This your first time piloting in space? Can’t help but notice you seemed a little nervous before we used the base’s gravity lift.
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Yeah, that makes more sense.
Look, it’s inevitable Black Thunder’s gonna find out what you’re up to. They’ll already have logged you using the lift without being assigned an official mission, an investigation will naturally break out from there. Now we’ve all heard the stories of what they’ve done to other mercs who have… gone under the table like you’re doing, and it isn’t good, but there is a way around it.
The way I’d play it? Just act like you were brokering them a new client. They won’t like it, but so long as you give them your next few pay checks they won’t mind, then it’ll be back to business as usual. Should be fine.
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Aw, they won’t care about me. They know I do what I please. Plus I’ve been working for ‘em so long they wouldn’t dare accuse me of betrayal. I’m too valuable an operative.
Still… have you considered maybe you’re in the wrong career? You’re a capable Mech Warrior don’t get me wrong… but I don’t see a mercenary when I look at you. I see-
(Optional: We hear a hollow thud as the Mechs arrive and bonk into the satellite).
Whoops, we’re here. Got so used to using my mouth I forgot I’ve got eyes.
We’re past their outer defences now. Power back up and we’ll head inside.
(We hear the Listener’s Mech restart).
Lovely. Airlock’s just ahead. They’ll know we’re here soon as it opens, hard not to. Gonna be tight quarters, not much room for maneuvering, especially with your new suit. Be ready to take some damage, and… (gets an idea) you know what? Smash the airlock open, vent the place. It’ll eliminate any human resistance and it’s not like we need the O2 anyway.
(Optional: We hear a muffled smashing as the Listener breaks open the airlock).
There we go…
Heh, watch those suckers fly. See ya chumps.
Now let’s step on in.
Huh, think they would’ve rolled out the welcome wagon considering they’ve got guests, wouldn’t yo-?
(Suddenly we hear the sound of muffled gunfire as our protagonists are shot at).
Thereeee it is.
(They return fire, similarly muffled in the vacuum. It’s like a gun turret given the scale of their weapon).
Rookie, covering fire or take ‘em out if you’re up to it. I’m accessing this place’s schematics.
(We hear more hollow muffled in the background while the Speaker accesses some files).
Right, let’s see…
Good news, we got lucky with this thing’s positioning. Reactor is straight ahe-
(Notices the gunfire has stopped/Impressed) Wow, you really tore through those things, huh?
(Acting Unimpressed) I mean… it’s not like they were a real threat. Just security droids… I could’ve done it quick-
(Finishing) …er.
What’s wrong? Notice something?
…
Ah, life signs on your scanner. That’ll be the satellite crew, just Kanaka drones like in the cities. The rooms they’re in probably sealed once we entered.
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Uh, of course they’re going to die when the satellite explodes? That’s what tends to happen when human flesh meets fire and radiation.
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(Sighs) Are you really doing this right now?
You wanna jeopardise the mission so you can go play hero?
(Angry) Well you’re not a hero, you’re a merc. You came here to do a job, and if a little innocent blood stops you from doing that then you’re not gonna make it very far in this line of-
…
(Caught Off Guard) Of…
(Intrigued) …How much did you say you were willing to pay me?
…
Well, for a fee of that amount I’m willing to oblige any client regardless of my own personal preferences. I just wish you’d mentioned your savings earlier… I’d have changed my mind about helping you pro-bono.
Sure, I can destroy the reactor while you get the crew to the escape pods. I’ll even give you a headstart, for no additional bonus.
Go on, I’m a man/woman of my word… Usually.
(Slight pause before:) Crazy kid… Gonna get themselves killed.
(We fade out for a moment before returning).
Right, scanners are picking up that all the escape pods have now jettisoned which means the Rookie’s finished and leaves me free…
(Hollow gunfire).
To sink this ship, heheh.
(Over Radio) Rookie, it’s Cobalt. Reactor’s scrapped and we’ve got a minute at best till this place blows with it.
(Optional: The Speaker activates their thrusters and bursts off down the satellite hallway).
I’ll meet you outside, at a minimum 50 kilometre distance. Cobalt out.
(Fade out before returning. We’re back in space).
(To self) Thing’s gonna detonate any second now… Come on Rookie, where are you?
(Noticing explosion) Woah!
(Suddenly the Speaker gasps as a distant rumbling erupts, caused by the satellite explosion).
J… Jeez. Hope they weren’t on that thing when it-
(A slight pinging on their radar starts up).
Wha-?
(Happy) Rookie!
I thought for a second there…
(Redirecting) THAT I WASN’T GONNA GET PAID!
Amateur move on my part… Always get paid beforehand if the client is prone to stupidity! Ghhh… I’ll remember it next time.
Are you alright though? Get everyone off?
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(Mocking/Sarcastic) Good, I’m sure it’ll help you sleep at night.
Staying on track, this mission was a snooze with the two of us. Shame we can’t survive on a singular paycheck, I could see us working together as partners. Nobody’s gonna hire two Mechs for a one Pilot job!
…Anyway, this’ll be where we part ways.
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Of course it is, you’ve gotta report to your new clients and me? I’ve gotta see if Black Thunder has any new missions for me. Something a bit more grim than this was, I can’t have people thinking I’m getting soft, can I?
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(Slightly Worried/Awkward) But uh… look, before I go…
Just take care of yourself, okay?
Corporate warfare is one thing, but freedom fighting like you’re doing? That’s a whole other ballpark, my friend.
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Yeah, I guess I can say it, can’t I?
“Friend,” it’s a funny word.
(Back on Track) Watch your back is what I’m saying.
‘Cause after what we just did? There’s a good chance there’ll be a target upon it.
(We fade out as the Speaker thrusts off).