Me imagining what kind of scene might be possible with my #TTRPG in a thread.

The titanic sized Colossus Armor Mk. 3 locked with the Dragon in a grapple. The earth shook, and buildings crumbled around them.

"Repair teams! This is Captain Wencel! Left arm supports are faltering-

- Get someone outside and shore it up!"

Harrah spat out a curse and looked about the Left Arm engine room. "You!" he said, pointing at a new recruit.

Armorist 3rd Class Tay stood in shock. This would be their first time being sent outside for a repair...DURING BATTLE.

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Harrah fought a engine break with a patch, "Armorist! How's you're repair magic? Good? Then get out there!"

Tay nodded silently and suited up; checking and then double checking their life tether. They nodded to the marines at the hatch...and it opened.

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- instantly Tay was blasted by sound, smell, and visual chaos. But their training kicked in and they scrambled up into the ladder system.

Around them, they could see the battle up close. By the Steam they weren't even as large as the Dragon's scales!

The fault was ahead...

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- Tay reached the breaking mechanism...and abruptly the whole world seemed to shatter. The arm had begun to separate at the shoulder.

And then...all was quiet. It was as if a great stillness came over them. Tay's eyes flashed with the brillance of the sun and-

- magical energy lashed out from them...wrapping around the failing machinery and fastening it up as fast as it had begun to fail....then sound returned. It was the captain, "THAT DID IT! PRESS THE ATTACK! Whoever is outside; get in now!"

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- Tay, changed by the experience made their way back to the hatch to the cheering of their team...they felt a little stronger...and wondered what this all meant for their future.

-fin