The Armored Butterfly

Chapter-2

----Main System: Activating STANDARD mode----

Venting out steam from my vents and powering on my joints and other systems, i opened my optics.

Minerva: *Stretching* huh... must've been more tired than i thought.

must be one of those few moments where i forget to rest and accidently stayed active more longer than necessary. blacking out was a weird experience, so i'd need to keep track of my energy levels to make sure that doesn't happen again.

Looking around i could see it was dark out. Must've been out for awhile, but shit, since everyone was gone i guess i could move to the jeager now and do what i had plan to do... Shit is this feeling ever gonna go away?

Shifting around scrap that i had used to cover myself i got up and slinked over to the Jeager. honestly, i was starting to feel like i was losing my moral compass if what i was about to do meant anything really. Sure, yea, i gave an excuse for 'R&d' but does that make it right to grave rob somebody?

...I really need to get out of this place pronto. don't want to end up like MAD STOMP, that AC was a big ass pyscho for how weak he was. His constant chant of 'stomp stomp' still unnerved me till this day. 

I moved around another pile of scrap, adverting to really give attention to what was in these mounds of parts and pieces. the less i knew the better. getting a few feet closer i started to hear something? at first i thought i was the wind but there weren't any powerful drafts coming in... so why did this sound like someone was... crying?

Minerva: Señor dame fuerza, i really hope that's the wind.

The closer i got, the more clearer it became. Fuck me, was someone really alive in here? Taking a moment to send out a {Sonar Scan} to verify and... get nothing? something wasn't adding up here.

Minerva: hmmm, {Floods!}.

Switching on command, my floodlights on my wrists and head turn on. pointing my left arm out, i start searching for where the crying is coming from. looking to my left, nadda. looking to my right, ditto.

So my only choice is continue heading straight towards the Jeager that I'm totally not having ominous feelings about right now. Or turn back the way i came back from and pretend i didn't hear shit. there was only one right option in this situation.

Minerva: Damn it Ayre, why'd you have to rub off on me.

I swear if this bites me in the ass then I'm cursing raven's and ayre's relationship to hell. taking in a vent of ice cold air, i started walking toward the jeager, and towards whatever was making that noise.

3 Hours Later

Minerva: 'It'll be fine' you said, 'nothing will creep you out' you said. yea fuckin right, never EVER doing this shit again.

After a good hours of walking, i'd finally reached the Jeager. It or i mean 'She' was sat against a pile of destroyed ships and containers. pointing my left arm to her, i could really look up close to the damage that wracked her frame. and words really didn't do justice to the carnage that was done to her.

Minerva: pobre chica, what did they do to you.

Kneeling down on one knee, i got a close up of her frame.

Her joints around her left shoulder were either torn asunder or left dangling precariously with bits of electrical wiring and different fluids dripping out. Her  top left inner frame was rusted and cracked to hell and back, probably due to the gnarly open wound on her left breastplate.