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I read your chako/chaleigh prompt fic and it was amazing! ♥♥ but I'd love to read a continuation where Chuck survives Operation Pitfall. :D
The continuation of this
The conn-pod breaches like a champagne cork at a party.
This time, there is much to celebrate.
By the time they reach the breach, they know they have a problem. There is a reason for extensive testing when choosing pilots. The Marshall simply assumed that they could drift together because he’s had a grand total of one copilot, because she is her father’s daughter.
But Striker Eureka’s state-of-the-art. She knows that there is something wrong. The left side fails to respond and it’s up to her to take the extra load. Beneath her armor she is burning like a bright supernova. There are stripes laid across her back and her breasts. She can almost imagine her sizzling skin as they grab Slattern by the throat. But with their neural bridge misaligned, they’re too slow to stop the mealy-mouthed bastard from calling for help.
Chuck could scream with frustration.
The only good thing is that her mind is still hers. Pentecost is a man dead-set on making history, he’s a dead man walking and he knows it, she knows it, from the way Striker shudders all around them, the jaeger probably knows it too. But none of that morbidity touches her as she bites her tongue, choking as her jaeger groans and rocks into stillness.
Chuck knows Striker Eureka better than anyone else and she wants to live. As soon as the switches are flipped, after the goodbyes, good wishes and farewells just in case, she punches the button that disconnects the conn-pod from Striker’s body.
It has to be enough.
The explosion takes them.
ugh honestly i just cant wait to start writing chaleigh again. gurl lemme tell you the state of my writing folder and how leaving a 30k word fic is physically painful it hurts me to my core, okay. the intense need to finish it. THE NEEEEEEEDDDDDD.
WHERE IS THIS 30K FIC??????!
But i hear u. I swear i havent written a fic longer than 2500word since September and yeah, mybstory is yours, my wip file is enormous. Here’s to your final, cheers 😀
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