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scriveyner) wrote2016-05-22 11:47 am
scriveyner) wrote2016-05-22 11:47 am
Samurai Flamenco (Mecha AU) - Prompt Fill [Gotoyoshi]
Title: Prompt Fill
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Mecha
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 1029
Summary:
Trying to push through the tight corridors of the ship was difficult in normal situations; trying to move through the press of people in a panic, alarm klaxons going off, deafening even over the clamor was another thing entirely. If anything, dealing with space ships taught Gotou a few important things, one of which was that it was perfectly normal to nearly get trampled on a daily basis. He didn’t have a lot of time to deal with the people squeezing around him – they were all soldiers of some form or another, pilots, ship’s crew, each off to a designated area with a mission in mind. At least the flow of people was consistent.
He had to make it to the flight deck in time. Gotou had felt the impact in the tiny cabin he shared with Masayoshi – he seemed to stay in it by himself now, he barely saw Masayoshi anymore, but that was neither here nor there – the entire ship had reverberated with it, the lights going dim for a moment before coming back up, klaxons at full volume. They were under attack.
The TAU pilots would sortie, Gotou knew that; but the large mobile suits took the most time to prep and he maybe, maybe had a chance. Masayoshi had barely ridden his but he’d be right there at the forefront, ready to go out to fight, and….
Gotou squeezed out of a lift full of mechanics and crewmen, out into the chaos of the flight bay. The TAU suits weren’t the only defense of the large ship, there were small single-person craft known as skitters that were in the process of deploying – they didn’t carry much by way of payload for weapons but they were a distraction until the real guns could be brought to bear.
He ran to the edge of the walkway that ringed the bay, hands on the railing as a TAU lumbered slowly past. It was green and gold; not Masayoshi’s colors, and it was moving toward the enclosed area that would launch the mobile suit directly into the vacuum of space. Each step was slow and deliberate and painfully loud, even above the clamor of sortieing vehicles.
Masayoshi’s TAU was at the far end of the loading bay, red and black and gray. My colors, Masayoshi had said proudly, one hand on the dark red of the mobile suit’s chestplate, wearing the same dirty gray coveralls that the mechanics wore as he learned about his vehicle. Gotou ran along the walkway, dodging the bustling mechanics and nearly running down Boomer, who yelled at him as he passed.
“Masayoshi!”
Masayoshi was standing on the open hatch of his TAU unit, one hand braced on the opening, helmet tucked under his arm. He hesitated and looked back over at the walkway, then turned completely around when he saw Gotou slam into the railing, both hands on the bar, looking all the world as if he was going to attempt to vault it. “Masayoshi, wait!” Gotou yelled down at him.
“Gotou-san!” Masayoshi was wearing a full flightsuit now, red and black with gold piping, thick enough to protect against the vacuum of space. “You shouldn’t be in here, it’s dangerous-!”
Gotou stared down at Masayoshi, his chest heaving, as something hit the ship. They didn’t hear the impact, only felt it as the entire world shuddered around them, large pieces of unsecured equipment around the mobile suits falling to the bay floor, the noises lost amid the cacophony.
Masayoshi jumped the small distance from the hatch to the winch that lowered pilots from the walkway to their TAU units. He hit the control that raise him back to the walkway level with his helmet, and Gotou grabbed him by the shoulder before he’d fully even reached level ground with him. “You were gonna launch,” Gotou said sharply, hugging Masayoshi over the rail. “Without evensaying anything to me.”
“Gotou-san there isn’t time,” Masayoshi said, his helmet thumping into Gotou’s back as he returned the hug. “I’ve got to go, everyone’s launching, I have to help defend-”
“I know.” Gotou said raggedly. He pulled back a little, so he could look Masayoshi in the eye, his heart in his throat. “You’re not allowed to die out there, got it? If you even think about dying I’m going to hunt you down and kill you myself.”
Masayoshi furrowed his brow a little. “That’s counter-productive, isn’t it?”
“Masayoshi!”
Masayoshi cupped Gotou’s face with his gloved hand. “You’re not going to get rid of me that easily,” he said, and kissed Gotou. Gotou’s ears flushed red as Masayoshi pulled away.
“Don’t say shit like that like you’re allowed to be cool,” Gotou said as Masayoshi hit the winch’s controls to take him back down to his TAU unit. Masayoshi kept eye contact with Gotou, grinning proudly until he jumped back down onto the hatch. Then he had to clamber back and only hesitated a moment, looking back up at Gotou, before disappearing into the hatch.
The lights on the mobile suit all glowed brighter, the engines going from standby to fully operational. Gotou didn’t move, even though the sound was deafening. He watched the hatch of Masayoshi’s mobile suit close up, and it started to move away, toward the enclosed launch bay.
Gotou was glad he had the railing, it was something to hold on to as he watched Masayoshi go. It was worse this way, the sound and fury of people going to war all around them, because he had the most horrible premonition that Masayoshi wouldn’t be coming back.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Mecha
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 1029
Summary:
Trying to push through the tight corridors of the ship was difficult in normal situations; trying to move through the press of people in a panic, alarm klaxons going off, deafening even over the clamor was another thing entirely. If anything, dealing with space ships taught Gotou a few important things, one of which was that it was perfectly normal to nearly get trampled on a daily basis. He didn’t have a lot of time to deal with the people squeezing around him – they were all soldiers of some form or another, pilots, ship’s crew, each off to a designated area with a mission in mind. At least the flow of people was consistent.
He had to make it to the flight deck in time. Gotou had felt the impact in the tiny cabin he shared with Masayoshi – he seemed to stay in it by himself now, he barely saw Masayoshi anymore, but that was neither here nor there – the entire ship had reverberated with it, the lights going dim for a moment before coming back up, klaxons at full volume. They were under attack.
The TAU pilots would sortie, Gotou knew that; but the large mobile suits took the most time to prep and he maybe, maybe had a chance. Masayoshi had barely ridden his but he’d be right there at the forefront, ready to go out to fight, and….
Gotou squeezed out of a lift full of mechanics and crewmen, out into the chaos of the flight bay. The TAU suits weren’t the only defense of the large ship, there were small single-person craft known as skitters that were in the process of deploying – they didn’t carry much by way of payload for weapons but they were a distraction until the real guns could be brought to bear.
He ran to the edge of the walkway that ringed the bay, hands on the railing as a TAU lumbered slowly past. It was green and gold; not Masayoshi’s colors, and it was moving toward the enclosed area that would launch the mobile suit directly into the vacuum of space. Each step was slow and deliberate and painfully loud, even above the clamor of sortieing vehicles.
Masayoshi’s TAU was at the far end of the loading bay, red and black and gray. My colors, Masayoshi had said proudly, one hand on the dark red of the mobile suit’s chestplate, wearing the same dirty gray coveralls that the mechanics wore as he learned about his vehicle. Gotou ran along the walkway, dodging the bustling mechanics and nearly running down Boomer, who yelled at him as he passed.
“Masayoshi!”
Masayoshi was standing on the open hatch of his TAU unit, one hand braced on the opening, helmet tucked under his arm. He hesitated and looked back over at the walkway, then turned completely around when he saw Gotou slam into the railing, both hands on the bar, looking all the world as if he was going to attempt to vault it. “Masayoshi, wait!” Gotou yelled down at him.
“Gotou-san!” Masayoshi was wearing a full flightsuit now, red and black with gold piping, thick enough to protect against the vacuum of space. “You shouldn’t be in here, it’s dangerous-!”
Gotou stared down at Masayoshi, his chest heaving, as something hit the ship. They didn’t hear the impact, only felt it as the entire world shuddered around them, large pieces of unsecured equipment around the mobile suits falling to the bay floor, the noises lost amid the cacophony.
Masayoshi jumped the small distance from the hatch to the winch that lowered pilots from the walkway to their TAU units. He hit the control that raise him back to the walkway level with his helmet, and Gotou grabbed him by the shoulder before he’d fully even reached level ground with him. “You were gonna launch,” Gotou said sharply, hugging Masayoshi over the rail. “Without evensaying anything to me.”
“Gotou-san there isn’t time,” Masayoshi said, his helmet thumping into Gotou’s back as he returned the hug. “I’ve got to go, everyone’s launching, I have to help defend-”
“I know.” Gotou said raggedly. He pulled back a little, so he could look Masayoshi in the eye, his heart in his throat. “You’re not allowed to die out there, got it? If you even think about dying I’m going to hunt you down and kill you myself.”
Masayoshi furrowed his brow a little. “That’s counter-productive, isn’t it?”
“Masayoshi!”
Masayoshi cupped Gotou’s face with his gloved hand. “You’re not going to get rid of me that easily,” he said, and kissed Gotou. Gotou’s ears flushed red as Masayoshi pulled away.
“Don’t say shit like that like you’re allowed to be cool,” Gotou said as Masayoshi hit the winch’s controls to take him back down to his TAU unit. Masayoshi kept eye contact with Gotou, grinning proudly until he jumped back down onto the hatch. Then he had to clamber back and only hesitated a moment, looking back up at Gotou, before disappearing into the hatch.
The lights on the mobile suit all glowed brighter, the engines going from standby to fully operational. Gotou didn’t move, even though the sound was deafening. He watched the hatch of Masayoshi’s mobile suit close up, and it started to move away, toward the enclosed launch bay.
Gotou was glad he had the railing, it was something to hold on to as he watched Masayoshi go. It was worse this way, the sound and fury of people going to war all around them, because he had the most horrible premonition that Masayoshi wouldn’t be coming back.