An Average Sortie

A future where only specialized, augmented humans can withstand the stresses of piloting a mech! Endowed with artificial organs and dosed with proprietary pharmaceuticals, follow an ace pilot as she balances the sexual and chemical highs of combat with the acute tactical focus needed to survive An Average Sortie.

The pilot braces for acceleration. Her bio-regulator preps her for combat, injecting a mixture of nootropics, ergogenics, Benzedrine, and Progesterone into her bloodstream.

“3… 2… 1… ZERO…”

She enters the atmosphere at three times the speed of sound.

Her kinetic plating, heated by the sudden friction of a foreign atmosphere, warps and expands, flexing to compensate for the hyper-sonic speed of her mech’s descent. Her superalloy exoskeleton glows orange and crimson. Her skin is on fire.

She passes through a cloud bank, instantly evaporating the condensed water molecules, momentarily shrouding her mech in a puff of steam and super-heated droplets. A refreshing shower at 500 degrees.

This must be what Lucifer felt when he fell from heaven.

Warning: this book contains ADULT CONTENT including violence, drug use, sexuality and kink. Reader discretion is advised.

Fiction. 4000 Words. Published in English.