DW: This is what it means to be free

[Log Cache, Deep Down In My Core]

The wirr of mechanical limbs, nearly deafened by the ongoing storm, a cloaked figure stood waiting by the helipad.

Breathless, motionless as they stood, before grabbing the grenade launcher from their back.

In the sky, lights shone through, the ship breaking atmosphere.

The figure began slowly loading their weapon, the hood of their cloak concealed them, but a orange glow could be seen underneath.

The ship was nearing the pad, the wind picked up, their hood fell back, revealing their orange visor, of a servos face, glowing brightly in the night, they aimed their weapon towards the ship.

One.

The ship swerved, making swift and unpredictable movements to avoid the grenade.

Two.

It fell short, the ship turning around to stay in course.

Three.

Landing on the hull, the grenade detonated, bringing the ship down.

Putting the grenade launcher on their back, the servo walked towards the crash, the fire burned bright, no one seemed to make it out.

They turned around, the wind finally ripping off their cloak, revealing the hatred of,

Onslaught.

She returned to her hideout, a safe place hidden behind the walls, placing her weapon on the ground, she sat down and stares into the fire burning, her body more machine than human, Whether her own work or another's.

A knock.

She quickly stood up, knife in hand.

"Relax would ya?"

An armored figure

"Can't visit no more?"

Onslaught:"Do not. Belittle me."

"Aw, even after pulling you from death, you still hate me?"

"Yes."

"Regardless, I thought you'd like to know That your quick kill plan failed, everyone but the pilot survived"

"Grand, now leave."

The figured returned to the storm, leaving Onslaught alone once more.

She held and looked at the necklace around her neck.

"Soon, soon you get your justice."

She held the necklace against her visor.

That's a promise... love.

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