The Russian air that night was crisp and cool.
Of course, Kenneth couldn't tell from the inside of a cockpit. The instruments and screens around him hummed, a soft teal glow filling the fairly cramped space.
"Systems, all green." He placed his hands on the now-familiar controls.
The sky was clear; the moon was full, illuminating the testing grounds before the machine. It was the first night test of the Virgola, so Kenneth was used to seeing this place in the day. The surrounding ground was stripped-away wasteland: remnants of the failed secession, all bathed in an ethereal glow by moonlight.
"Alright. I'm ready to go." he said.
A voice crackled over the comms: "Pick up the-"
"I got it," he laughed. "How many times do you think I've done these tests?"
Kenneth pushed a control stick forwards. The Virgola's right arm extended, reaching forwards and grasping the all-too-familiar Gunnery Carver. The machine briefly strained, hoisting the large brick of a weapon under its arm.
"Alright...energy connections are green. Let's proceed."
A point appeared on his map. Fifteen-point-eight clicks away.
"That far?" Kenneth pushed both control sticks forwards, the Virgola first taking steps, then running, before its plasma thrusters flared to life and it began to hover across the landscape.
Of course, Kenneth couldn't tell from the inside of a cockpit. The instruments and screens around him hummed, a soft teal glow filling the fairly cramped space.
"Systems, all green." He placed his hands on the now-familiar controls.
The sky was clear; the moon was full, illuminating the testing grounds before the machine. It was the first night test of the Virgola, so Kenneth was used to seeing this place in the day. The surrounding ground was stripped-away wasteland: remnants of the failed secession, all bathed in an ethereal glow by moonlight.
"Alright. I'm ready to go." he said.
A voice crackled over the comms: "Pick up the-"
"I got it," he laughed. "How many times do you think I've done these tests?"
Kenneth pushed a control stick forwards. The Virgola's right arm extended, reaching forwards and grasping the all-too-familiar Gunnery Carver. The machine briefly strained, hoisting the large brick of a weapon under its arm.
"Alright...energy connections are green. Let's proceed."
A point appeared on his map. Fifteen-point-eight clicks away.
"That far?" Kenneth pushed both control sticks forwards, the Virgola first taking steps, then running, before its plasma thrusters flared to life and it began to hover across the landscape.
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