"Damn you, really!"
If only she knew. Because somewhere beyond that same endless sea where Sera and Nia were stranded, several others were screaming something similar—if not worse.
"Holy shit! This can't possibly be happening right now, right?! Why couldn't this shit wait at least a week more?!" yelled one pilot as he unleashed another barrage of gunfire at the horde approaching the perimeter.
"If you have time to complain, you have time to shoot!" shouted another, voice hoarse as his mecha's shield flickered with each impact. "I swear, if I survive this, I'm transferring to logistics!"
He had been desperately attempting to hold the line with his shield, even when it was clear his gear wouldn't last another round.
"Focus!"
"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!"
The situation had gone downhill fast. It suddenly become a crisis that those already preparing to hand over their posts, as their tour was ending in a week, couldn't have possibly been prepared for.
