Every time we think about them we throw them into the pear wiggler more. We keep giving them Problems to Curl Into A Non-Functioning Ball about and it's a miracle they keep going and piloting giant robot in this fucked-up world they live in. Sometimes you just need that in a guy (gender-neutral)

They at least improved enough to trade their old military duds with the identifiers torn off for a t-shirt in the roleplay they've been dropped into though! Progress!

a machine the size of a mountain, an engine of destruction unlike any that has ever been seen before or will ever be seen since. it needs to be torn apart (presumably from the inside) before it can bring all Earth to heel

the last known photograph of Solid Braver pilot Falcon Twinkick, last seen climbing straight into the psychwave-emitter of the POSEIDON, presumably taken within whatever within passed for a cockpit, with its involuntary pilot (name unknown). one copy was printed off every printer on Earth exactly one minute before the POSEIDON's internals violently exploded, leaving a smoking, hollow husk and a psychic aura effectively force-blocking the thirty-two prior years of the "Psychic Devastation" from the minds of everyone left on-planet (with the sole exception of this image). investigative teams from the space colonies searched what remained of the WALKING WARSHIP after getting all the appropriate clearance - no trace of Twinkick, the WARSHIP's pilot, the chamber from the photo, or the Solid Braver were ever found.

"You did great, sweets."

Twinkick, clambering from the cramped cockpit, gave the machine - the Solid Braver, his truest companion and strongest weapon both - a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I'll send you the go-ahead to go super-critical when it's time to blow, yeah? Until then..." He paused, trying to think of what kind of good-bye he could possibly say.

Finally, slowly, he settled on one. "... Until then, see you around." A pinging reached his portable text-terminal, and he checked it.

ACK BYE

8. MOONFALL.

This one is my story to tell.

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