Her hands held the letter in her fingers. She'd been getting fanmail ever since starting her new career in the arena rather than out on the battlefield. It had been so difficult to claw her way back from the battle that took both Jerome and her out of action. She'd been exposed to the same gas as he had. Unlike Jer, she hadn't trusted the environmental filter, and had dosed herself with antitoxin. It had worked, but not completely. She'd been bedridden for months.
Now here she was, vying for the championship! She had just a few more matches to win and she'd be on top! Her fingers touched pen to postcard so she could write her reply to that fan letter, doodling a little sketch of a battlemech with herself sitting on the shoulder of the mecha holding a trophy up in the air.
'Thank you for your kind wishes, with fans like you how can I possibly lose? Here we go, to the championships and beyond!'
She never spoke aloud to anyone, having learned Universal Sign to communicate. She could manage that, and she could manage writing.
She held up that reply postcard. Her lips pulling into a smile. Her slightly glassy eyes shimmering. "Crab." she nodded once before repeating with a bit more strength and fondness to her voice. "Crab." The Antitoxin had saved her, yes. But the attack had left her with a very particular form of aphasia, still that wouldn't stop her from a successful piloting career.
Danica "Achilles" Alexander
Robot Jock of the Cuyahoga-Greenfield Coliseum
Now here she was, vying for the championship! She had just a few more matches to win and she'd be on top! Her fingers touched pen to postcard so she could write her reply to that fan letter, doodling a little sketch of a battlemech with herself sitting on the shoulder of the mecha holding a trophy up in the air.
'Thank you for your kind wishes, with fans like you how can I possibly lose? Here we go, to the championships and beyond!'
She never spoke aloud to anyone, having learned Universal Sign to communicate. She could manage that, and she could manage writing.
She held up that reply postcard. Her lips pulling into a smile. Her slightly glassy eyes shimmering. "Crab." she nodded once before repeating with a bit more strength and fondness to her voice. "Crab." The Antitoxin had saved her, yes. But the attack had left her with a very particular form of aphasia, still that wouldn't stop her from a successful piloting career.
Danica "Achilles" Alexander
Robot Jock of the Cuyahoga-Greenfield Coliseum
