@Frost-bite-is-with-nyx group
Silvers eyes turned green and hologram screens came across his face as old mission logs played he had to watch each one of his friends die slowly and then he threw his helmet to the ground
Silvers eyes turned green and hologram screens came across his face as old mission logs played he had to watch each one of his friends die slowly and then he threw his helmet to the ground
"? whats wrong. " hiro noticed the look in his eyes quickly she hugged him. ribbing her hands up his back,
"those old mission logs from when I was a freelancer will tell you why I don't fly anymore"
hiro reached down to trancefur the data.
"all of them are dead because it was my job to fly them out of there"
" …" hiro tried to understand what she seen.
Silver walked off with a tear running down his face
"!" hiro reached out for him " silver!"
"what"silver growled
"just…" hiro paused. her face a mixure of sadness and blanck ness. she put her hands down. "you cango if you want."
"come follow me to the freelancer meuseum you'll be able to know more about the old mission logs" he said holding out his hand
she followed but didn't take his hand.
When they arrived silver put his helmet and armor next to his dead comrades armor "see any similarities"
"yeah"
"That's my unit the ones I failed"
she slipped her hand in his. "take it easy"
"this is where all of the suits were follow me to the pelicans or the name of our drop ships"
hiro did so. " those look like… " memorys of hiro as a child showed in her mind showing them to silver aswell. ( idk just a time when human and elks got along)
"Beautiful aren't they"
"yeah."
"I bet you can't find mine"
hiro pointed it out quickly.
"Are you feeling ok no it's that's not mine that's hers mine is the busted up one my squad was known as the hell jumpers"
"oh.." she had a dumfounded look.
"most people think that that was mine really"
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