Mech Pilot who does not train to be the hero, but to be the hero's right hand.
IN A WORLD
"Bogeys! 11 o' clock!"
WHERE EVERY HERO NEEDS A SIDEKICK
"There's too many of them! I can't shake him!"
THE BEST WINGMAN
"Hold on, Captain! I gotchu!"
IS...A WOMAN?
[record scratch]
[walking on sunshine plays]
"Whaaa?"
IN THE VASTNESS OF SPACE
"No one can be the perfect side pilot! We did the math! No man could ever pull this off!"
[taking off helmet to reveal luscious blonde hair] "Well, yall didn't say nothing about girls!"
ONE WOMAN STRIVES TO BE THE PERFECT ASSISTANT
"Captain, I know yer tired from saving the universe, so I made you some biscuits and gravy, just like grammy used to make."
"And you even made me an apple pie. What would I do without you, Sunny?"
"aw shucks. [Blushes]"
BUT CAN SHE DO IT...WITHOUT FALLING IN LOVE?
"Well, golly gosh, Captain, I sure do wish I was as good a pilot as you are."
"hey, maybe you can swing by the simulator later, and I can show you some personal tricks."
"I'd...really like that, cap."
[puts an arm around her waist]"Please. Call me addison."
COMING TO THEATERS THIS SUMMER
[awkward cishet flirting]
[sexist cishet flirting]
[christ how is this still going]
JACKIE POMME IS
THE WINGWOMAN
rated pg-13
The two pilots in the first row of the mezzanine sat in stunned silence. One dropped their drink.
"what in the fuck was that?" One of them finally asked.
"This sucks." Said the other.
"Like what the actual fuck?" The first pilot chucked her bag of popcorn at the screen.
"I think the funniest part of that, and there's barely any of those, is the assertion that you can cook." The other said.
"Sunny? SUNNY? and what the FUCK was that accent?"
"Your biggest complaint is the name change? And not everything else?"
"I think casting white people to play us and changing our goddamn names is worth being real fuckin' mad about, Adeleye. " She threw her drink at the screen as well. Two cleaning drones appeared at the bottom of the screen, and scrambled to the mess on the floor.
"Fair enough." He shrugged
She turned in her seat to face him. "Well, what did you think I'd be mad about?"
"Sola, my gal, YOU'RE the star pilot. You're the hero. Not me." He picked his drink up from the floor, looked in the cup, and took a sip.
"See, that part they kinda got right. I genuinely believe you're a better pilot than me."
He paused. "Hey now, don't sell yourself short." He took another sip of his floor soda before she grabbed it and tossed it at the screen as well.
"Motherfucker I am one of the best pilots who ever lived. I know exactly how good I am and I'm saying you're in the precious few who can outdo me." She pointed a finger at him. "None of this humble shit. You know how many times you saved my life?"
He shrugged. "S'what a wingman does."
"You could take my place!"
"But I don't need to! I don't WANT to! I'm quick on the trigger and I know some tricks, but I'm not a leader. You are, Sola. You have a brain for tactics, a heart when most people don't, and a spine like fucking bedrock. You have vision. I'll follow you, wherever you go, no matter what, but I'm happy playing support. Brings me more joy than the vanguard ever will."
Sola looked away, wiping her face. "Shouldn't have thrown that popcorn, I think I got some salt in my eyes."
Adeleye looked at the lid of one of the drinks still sliding down the screen. "If you hadn't thrown my soda, we coulda rinsed them out, but..."
She punched him in the arm. "Shut the fuck up."
They laughed, and she hugged him for a bit. Eventually, they both looked back at the screen.
"Still looks sexist as fuck, tho."
"Oh, for sure. Like, were they suggesting we are into each other? And they didn't even mention your boyfriend! He's the cook, not me!"
"I guess they thought 'The Ace's Arrow' was just a cool name for your mech, and not a stupid ass pun."
"Okay, hold up, first of all, fuck you Adeleye, it's a GREAT pun, and second of all, what the fuck was up with the mech designs in that?"
"Oh my god, it was dogshit."
"RIGHT? ANYone with half a brain and a tv is gonna know they're wrong."
"They've got the budget for Jackie Pomme and whatever the hell his face is, but they can't even..."
The two of them bantered back and forth for hours, not noticing the text that slowly crept of the screen in front of them...