The familiar sight of the city below from his cockpit was always something that gave the pilot mixed feelings.
To see everyone out on the streets reminds him why he fights and that life is good, but needing to operate a machine like his always meant trouble...
((Y'know, my biggest struggleneith making posts for Kaleb is his face claim has like no other art available... Not sure how to answer that problem because I don't have the skill and time to make it myself...))
"All units advised, Cavalry returning to combat operations."
The familiar pilot's voice cracked over comms suddenly as the massive, knight-like suit sailed through the air.
((Working on returning! Anyone excited to see me?))
"It's only fun if you challenge the best, right?"
Kaleb smirked a bit and leaned forward a bit with a small laugh.
"Course, a bet's only a bet of somethings on the line too. But if you're to scared to make an offer, we can keep it bragging rights only."
He knew the statement-
-mean to tell me this is what you're always drinking? Christ I feel like I've just dropped five combat stimulants."
He finished the can off easily and set it aside. Finding it shockingly easy and quick to finish connecting the bolts and wires he had been working on.
The pilot caught the can, looking it over a little before popping the tab and taking a few swings. Immediately he could feel the unexpectedly motivating effect. If not for his trainings, it would have been disorienting. A laugh left him and he shook his head.
"You seriously-
-that too."
He chuckled a bit and took a fresh sip from his flask before returning it to his jacket.
"Or we can make a bet. See who can kill the most or who can get the Intel checked in first..."
He held up one arm, showing the steel bangle around his wrist.
"Well, if you want to make the fight more fun, I managed to sneak my mech's call bracelet. Might be fun to drop our own machine into the fray... Or we could find a quiet spot and chat.... Cockpit is pretty good for-
"Can't say I have... But toss one over anyway. No harm trying something new."
The pilot answered as he set his flask back in his belt. Retrieving a rag and cleaning some oil from his fingers. Then wiping some sweat from his forehead.
"Damn, working harder than I thought..."
"Aw, c'mon. I can promise with units like me on the field, we can make things real interesting."
The pilot laughed as be plopped himself into the seat across from her. Sipping from his flask a bit.
"Course, if it is boring, I'm sure we can find a way to shake things up."
"Approaching the AO... Allied ground units be advised, incoming heavy support..."
Kaleb's voice sparked over the radio as his suit's verniers ignited, carrying him across the sky towards the combat riddled city.
"Request support as needed, Mauler available for reinforcement."
@SH4RKN4MI "Try the rhubarb and lime lollipops, trust me."
The pilot commented as he reached passed her and plucked a pack from the shelf. He had noticed her contemplative expression and smiled a bit.
"Well, if you like sour. If not, those strawberry mango ones ain't bad either."
A laugh left the pilot as he shook his head. He could tell she was embarrassed, probably hadn't expected him to be there.
"Some pilots say the same about their Mechs, but I can't help but think of the more serious implications... Oi, toss me a drink would yeah?
@BatsandBonk The soldier looked up from the mech part he had been repairing with a quirked brow. Looking over towards her as he spoke.
"When I borrowed Engi's tools... This is not the kind of thing I expected to overhear."