There are no mistakes, just happy accidents. It was thanks to Jackass and her happy accident that thrust humanity again onto a world that no longer held them but held them dearly.
STORY IS NOT MINE
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Damian shook his head. "Nah, don't worry about it. I get it. Tell you what, my suit can carry quite a lot of weight. Come on and hop on my shoulder." And just like that, he knelt slightly to allow 2B to climb on him. As for 2B, her eyes widened behind her blindfold. "N-no, that won't be necessary, Sergeant! I can walk!" Despite her control of herself, she felt true mortification when the human offered to carry her. She was supposed to be the android that served, not get served!
Her mortification turned to confusion when Damian laughed again. "Ey, come on now. You're struggling. We still have quite a lot of ground to cover so we need to get to our objectives as fast as possible, right? Our mission is going to get hampered with you getting caught up by the sand." the Sergeant explained. It quickly occurred to Damian that 2B was the type to let sense drive her so, he framed it as them completing their mission as fast as possible. 2B listened closely and found the logic agreeable. They still had to go cover a lot of ground to secure the perimeter after all....
Taking a breath, she sighed. "Understood, Sergeant." And with that, she went and climbed up on Damian's shoulder. She positioned herself to be as light as possible but the suit simply whirred slightly as Damian stood up.
"Eyyyy, alright!" Damian grinned. "Hold on tight, eh?"
Despite herself, 2B smiled as she held on to what she could as the suit's thrusters opened and they went up. As that happened, the other YoRHa units turned to their own humans.
A conspiratorial glint appeared behind their blindfolds.
Back at the Resistance lines, cheers echoed high in the air as Colonel Smith strode out onto the desert, gone now was the clothes the Twins had given him. Every step he took was with a tremble as he was now clad head to toe in power armor. Following behind him was Command White and the Twins who glanced in awe at the power armoured humans either flying around in the air or darting around the sands to finish off some stragglers.
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(On the right is what smith is wearing, Ignore the other guys)
Smith strode over to Anemone who quickly stood at attention and offered Smith a salute. There was a hiss as Smith took off his helmet and held it to his side. He took a breath, enjoying air that wasn't filtered by a machine for once, and sighed. "Finally. Air."
"Sir," Anemone said, acknowledging the Colonel. Smith nodded at her, then to her fellow androids then at the battlefield beyond.
"Maybe that was a bit overkill," Smith said, taking note of the dozens of Machine ruins in the sand, as well as the flaming oil pits from spilt fluid. The Yggdrasil was the name of the armored suits Damian and his fellow troopers were flying around. Made during the height of the Legion Wars, it was intended as a medium support assault platform that was light enough to dart around but strong enough to pack a punch. A squad of Yggdrasil's were more than enough most of the time to deal with what the Legion threw but sometimes, something heavier was needed.
