Ninth Light

[curseu-reflexes.livejournal.com]

[In the wake of the most recent mission, you'll find a disheartening sight if you enter the hangar.  The HK-1138' Corona lies in a crumpled, ruined heap off in a side designated for unsalvagable wrecks, the entire machine nearly split in twain height-wise, a huge chunk of it just fucking gone.  Those parts from before?  Yeah, phoney.  All of them.  Danconias-Phillips imitation parts and completely incompatible.  You didn't actually think they'd HELP Julia, did you?]

Come on... move... move!

[And elsewhere in the hangar, Julia has been trying as hard as she can to use other machines.  Knightmare Frames.  Mobile Suits.  Everything and anything that currently isn't claimed by someone else just so no stone was unturned.  But it's all for naught.  Her hands fly wildly and clumsily at the controls.  It takes all of her willpower and focus to just a machine to stumble awkwardly forward, and all too often her machine stumbles and falls.  And finally after one failure too many...

[Well, everyone has a breaking point and Julia's just hit hers.]

I can't...

I can't pilot anymore...

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[chozo_girl]

[Samus seems to be thoughtful for a bit, before shooting a look at Julia, point blank]

Julia. Do you truly wish to fight again? And why?

[Samus is kind of uplifting, in her severe way. Where Julia seems to see an ending, she seems to see an obstacle... and be already thinking of how to blow it up]

[curseu-reflexes.livejournal.com]

Because... because of the dream. Mr. Herrera's... mine...

For a time I thought that even if I was disowned by the company for what happened at Neo America, I could still show just how good a Prominence Armor was against other types of machines... and when I heard that the company had been bought out I hoped I could work to get down to the truth of the matter.

But now... now I can't.

[chozo_girl]

[Samus looks straight at Julia, laying a hand on the other woman's shoulder]

The universe has a way of balancing itself sooner or later as long as you keep pushing, Julia.

If you want to keep fighting, find a way to. If you want to find the truth, keep searching. Do not give up. Find your way. The mind is the greatest strength of a warrior, and while it still pulses, she is not defeated. Put yours to work. [Samus cleans off Julia's tears with a handkerchief. Frowning as usual, but unusually supportive]

[curseu-reflexes.livejournal.com]

[Julia tries. Oh bless her she'd love to sort out some solution to her woes... but at the same time these past few hours have done nothing but prime her for absolute failure, and she slumps down in defeat.]

Nothing comes to mind...

[chozo_girl]

I will help, then.

You can learn another way to fight, a different one. You say you have enhanced memory. If you truly wish to, and are willing to really exert yourself for it, in a couple months we could have you back in action.

Another way is to secure the technical details for the parts needed to build another Prominence Armor control system. Such details are almost never erased entirely, and once we have the specifics it is only matter of finding a willing manufacturer.

Of course, I doubt they will give it to you voluntarily. But that can, of coure, be solved.

[curseu-reflexes.livejournal.com]

I...

[So many options. So many ways to try only to fail. But a part of her still wanted to at least try.]

... Maybe in some time.

[chozo_girl]

[A nod]

Of course. You need to rest now. It has been a long day, and a long battle. You should get some sleep.

Just remember. Keep pushing against the veil of the world.

And for whatever you decide to try, remember you are not alone.