"Anon and War Maiden (Thunderbolt) Pt. 1 (Old and bad)"
By Plonefag (https://pastebin.com/u/Plonefag)

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Created on: Tuesday 6th of May 2014 08:08:05 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 25 of October 2020 11:08:20 AM UTC


>you walk into the parts room looking for those Mags you stashed a few days ago
"Where the fuck are they...."
>Getting pissed you kick a bucket of refreb'd parts
>Chain reaction of shit falling over all around you
"Fuck!" 
>a bin of rather large bolts hit you in the arm and dumps out all over the floor
>the commotion would have givin you away had anyone been in the hanger
>"Who's there!"
>It's Thunderbolt. Fuck me sideways.
"N-no one important Thunder!"
>"Bullshit Anon, Get your ass out here before I decide that wall should get replaced"
>you mutter a few curses to yourself and walk out into the main room of the hanger
"Yes T-thunder?"
>you sound fucking scared shitless like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar
>"Mind telling me what you're digging for back there? Last time I checked I'm the only one here and I don't need repairs."
>You think of turning tail and running for the door
>Just as you turn she starts laughing 
>"Just fucking with you Anon. What's up?"
>Your mind flips end over end and the sudden change in tone
"wha- Are you feeling ok Thunder? Normaly you'd be yelling at me or giving me shit over something like this."
>"Would you rather I did?"
>There's that tone that just screams DANGER CLOSE
"N-no! It's just that you're usually more hostile to everyone that ever existed ever"
>She rolls her eyes and huffs
>she seem kinda down about something personal 
"You ok? You seem kinda out of it."
>She looks at you and stares as if contemplating whether or not to tell you about it
>"have you noticed anything odd about this hanger Anon?"
>you look around and it hits you, you're alone with her in the busiest hanger on the base
"Yeah, Where is everyone?"
>"Out on ops or training without me because I'm fucking grounded till tommorow"
>You hear the anger boiling in her tone as she more or less spits the words out
>Maybe running is a good Idea no-
>"But I'm glad you're here at least Anon"
>The ghost of a smile plays at her lips as she calmly looks at you
>"So what were you doing back there?"
"w-what?"
>Smooth...
"Ummm, J-just checking our stock you know?"
>"Uhh huh... That was a little loud for reading lables on the front of bins Anon. What were you really doing?"
>fuck. Fuck. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
"I...ummmm...."
>"Spit it out!"
"L-looking for my magazine stash!"
>you throw you hands over your head and cower from the mighty BRRRRRT cannon carrying bird
>her expression deadpans
>"You find it?"
>ufokinwutm8.bmp
>you look back up and stare at her for a minute
>".....Well?"
"I-... No, I think someone sniffed them out"
>she rolls her eyes and flops back down letting out a sigh
>"Were they at least old issues?"
>you cringe at the realization that all your latest issues are gone
"Nope."
>"Dumbass"
"Cunt"
>you both laugh it off as your watch starts beeping 
"Sweet, Lunch brake just started"
>Her ears perk up at this news
>"You're leaving?"
"Yeah I have to g-"
>HOW THE FUCK CAN A PIECE OF METAL LOOK THAT SAD AND ADORABLE
"On second though I'll just go grab my lunch and be right back"
>A short walk/jog/sprint later and you're back in to hanger eating a bacon burger deepfried in bacon greese wraped in bacon
>Fuck you I'll be dead by 30.
>"Anon what the fuck is that thing?"
>You turn to her looking offended
"A gift from the gods little one"
>she rolls her eyes befor walking over to the hanger door release and asking you to open it
"Fiiine..."
>You crank the door open letting the night breeze in
>Yeah you work nights, Big fucking deal
>both of you head out to a patch of grass and relax under the stars to eat
"Wow... That's a lot of stars"
>You've finished eating an are laying on your back looking up
>"Stars might seem nice to you"
>You turn to look at her and see her trying to lay on her back like you and failing miserably
"Thunder what the fuck are you doing."
>"Trying to get a better view of the sky asshole"
"And how do you intend to get back up once you're on your back?"
>She looks back at her wings and thinks about it
>"Shit."
>huffing and sitting on her rump she looks at you all jealous
>3...2....1... 
>"Anon... I'm cold..."
"So? You're the jet propelled tank that can spit 30mm shells at things that piss you off"
>"Shutup and cuddle with me"
"why would I want to d-"
>"I can spit 30mm shells at things that piss me off..."
"...Fair enough"
>You get off your ass and sit down next to her wrapping your arm around her neck
>she pushes her head into your chest and basks in your warmth for a bit
>"T-thanks Anon"
>You both sit there a stare at the stars until you feel a light vibration on your chest
>she's asleep on your chest with a small smile on her face 
>you look back with a small smile of your own as you carry her back to the hangar to put her to bed
>Placing her back in the hanger you leave a note asking her to let you know when she's bored or down
>you head home for some rest too. It's been a long and very good day