Cohost writing prompt: @Making-up-Mech-Pilots — Mech Pilot who’s fuckin outta here hosers
"Violet! Get back here!"
You'd thought that taking a spin in the multi-seat flight trainer was a ploy to force you to talk to The Girl by cooping you up in a cockpit, but apparently Violet's evil is bottomless.
"Violet!" Are you even still within range for the comms headsets to work? "You cannot leave us in this godforsaken wilderness—"
She crackles in your ear. Still in range, then. "Take the bus, drama ho."
"It's 3AM! The buses don't run until 7!"
"So get a coffee." The 24/7 diner had been the trap: Violet said she needed to pee.
"Violet—"
The mech's still close enough for you to see the engine flare when she hits full thrust.
You realise you're shaking. It's chilly, but not that cold.
"Gotta hand it to her," The Girl says, at your elbow. "The maniacal cackling on takeoff was impressive."
"This isn't even going to count towards flight qual hours," you whine miserably, trying not to look directly at her, and she snorts a laugh of her own.
"Come on," she says, and cool fingers slip round your arm. "If nothing else, we can pass the time plotting revenge."