Warrior Oil

In which jockeying Crimson Typhoon does not go as planned.
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「Movement in the Breach,」 announces Tse. 「Kinda looks like a burp, really.」 
"Typhoon, on deck," calls Xiong. 
「But--」 Jin looks between her and Hu's broken foot. 
"I can still jockey," Hu insists. 
"Nonsense, the rig won't work with your cast." [Action] "Please have Miss Yeung report to the Drivesuit room." 
"She--"
"Can manage a few rotations while the Kaiju remains in deep water."
"We've only done three sims--"
"And this will be just like a fourth."
"She's busy," says Jin. 
"I'm sure Ranger Wei Hu can take her shifts." 
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Funny thing about the chest piece: Min (privately) thinks Lieutenant Kaidanovskaya's looks really dumb. 
However, Jin, Cheung, and Hu still picked it up and may have carefully removed all traces of consulting armour people from her notebook and mobile. 
The Drivesuit team improvises: 
"Take a deep breath," instructs Wu. 
"Can't."
Lan curses and pries off a spare Typhoon breastplate. "We don't have a redesign, do we?" 
And while she was by no means busty, Min still had to fit her breasts somewhere. 
"Well, if you're in the back you should be fine without one," sighed Wu. 
 
Which is their plan until they decide at the last minute to put Jin in the back, Min on the left, and keep Cheung on the right because locking Min into the back rig made them uncomfortable–electronically, it released when Hu flexes his knees which won't work because Min's legs aren't the same shape. Manually, someone else has to open it. 
A tech pulls the top half down–a necessary feature in every Connpod once the Kaidanovskys decided to start switching sides every other deployment–and helps bolt Min in place. 
"Just in case," Cheung explains. 
"It's really easy to disengage from a front rig," adds Jin. 
 
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"So we just keep walking?" 
Lots of walking. Back and forth and back and forth ....
So they walked, back and forth from the south end of Hong Kong island to the north, keeping a mile from the coastline--
""Typhoon, get back to the Dome."" 
"We're heading back now."
""Head back faster--""
The Kaiju burst from the waves with a screech and Jin yells, "FUCK!" and Min feels like a molecule squeezed through a cell membrane and for a moment she towers stories above the waves hot oil coursing a thousand thousand cylinders pounding electricity singing and then a funnel opened in the back of her head and she watches feels two three bodies move in tandem and finds grabs a memory of operating the turret and lines up the crosshairs maybe goes a bit overboard unloading everything into the Kaiju's face. 
 
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They tear themselves free of the rig except left's lower and sprawls across the floor. 
Cheung yanks open the rig. 
Min takes a woobily step except she has too much leg and too much body and she stumbles but Cheung caug her and carefully lowers them to the floor but her legs are too stubby and her arms are too small.
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