The Web's Dear Freja

Mech Pilot who took your place.

You look at them, they even wear the same uniform you did as they step into the mech you used to call yours. They catch you as you stare. They glare back. An annoyed and confused look paints their face before they can crush your heart and take your metal soul into space. "Who the fuck are you? This place is for pilots. Get somewhere safe, and more importantly out of the way."
Someone bumps into you, knocking you over as the cockpit closes. The mech turns, boosters light up, speakers pop as they turn on. Your ears ring.
"Launching."
The mech moves with unrivaled speed and grace. While you remain pitifully still.