The question wasn't really why Jamie was in the cockpit of his Geno Saurer inside the hangar instead of out with the rest of Rogue Squadron. At the moment the question was, would he and his Zoid be able to survive this.
He'd piloted her around the island and trained with her in the sensoriums, but he'd never been into actual combat with her, and uncertainty intensified the anxiety he typically felt before a battle. His fear was communicated to the Geno through his posture in the cockpit chair, his clammy grip on the control sticks, and she snarled peevishly, hooked foreclaws flexing in agitation.
As Ohm infantry units swarmed over the ships and machinery inside the hangar, Jamie backed the Geno into a position where her ranged weapons could be brought to bear, trying not to think about the fact that he was getting ready to kill sentients. They were just bugs, he tried to tell himself. There was no way they could all be actual thinking beings. And if he didn't kill them, they would kill him, and millions - billions - more.
Strangely, none of this made the situation easier.
A mob of chitin-armored forms detached from the main invasion force and swarmed toward him; Jamie grit his teeth, eyes flicking among the approaching units, and locked onto a Grenadier with the Geno's pulse rifles. Insectoid limbs disintegrated in twin blasts of light, the creature staggering and collapsing to the floor of the hangar, where it twitched and scrabbled feebly as infantry units plowed onward over and around it. As soon as the first had fallen he'd locked onto a second Grenadier, then a third, dispatching the bigger threats quickly, cleanly, and mercilessly.
Jamie might have been a little appalled with himself if he hadn't been preoccupied with a mind-numbing fear of dying horribly.
Re: SHIP STAFF B (Ohm)
He'd piloted her around the island and trained with her in the sensoriums, but he'd never been into actual combat with her, and uncertainty intensified the anxiety he typically felt before a battle. His fear was communicated to the Geno through his posture in the cockpit chair, his clammy grip on the control sticks, and she snarled peevishly, hooked foreclaws flexing in agitation.
As Ohm infantry units swarmed over the ships and machinery inside the hangar, Jamie backed the Geno into a position where her ranged weapons could be brought to bear, trying not to think about the fact that he was getting ready to kill sentients. They were just bugs, he tried to tell himself. There was no way they could all be actual thinking beings. And if he didn't kill them, they would kill him, and millions - billions - more.
Strangely, none of this made the situation easier.
A mob of chitin-armored forms detached from the main invasion force and swarmed toward him; Jamie grit his teeth, eyes flicking among the approaching units, and locked onto a Grenadier with the Geno's pulse rifles. Insectoid limbs disintegrated in twin blasts of light, the creature staggering and collapsing to the floor of the hangar, where it twitched and scrabbled feebly as infantry units plowed onward over and around it. As soon as the first had fallen he'd locked onto a second Grenadier, then a third, dispatching the bigger threats quickly, cleanly, and mercilessly.
Jamie might have been a little appalled with himself if he hadn't been preoccupied with a mind-numbing fear of dying horribly.