Kohl Kolsch
@erichvlr.bsky.social
House Lager CHVLR pilot, operating Seidel-6.
pronouns: Hymn/Hymns
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Game: CHVLR by @susanahgrace.bsky.social
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pronouns: Hymn/Hymns
['tower' pool: 51d6]
account run by eri (@not12x.tgirl.gay)
Game: CHVLR by @susanahgrace.bsky.social
pfp by Vincent Riley
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Kohl Kolsch, signing off.
December 13, 2024 at 8:56 PM
Kohl Kolsch, signing off.
The weight of their impatience, for venturing off script, smashed the discs of my spine as much as any orbital drop. Only this time, my SCS didn't shut off the neural pathways. I could feel every G of compression. I could feel myself shrink away from selfdom.
Each day I seem to shrink more.
Each day I seem to shrink more.
December 13, 2024 at 8:56 PM
The weight of their impatience, for venturing off script, smashed the discs of my spine as much as any orbital drop. Only this time, my SCS didn't shut off the neural pathways. I could feel every G of compression. I could feel myself shrink away from selfdom.
Each day I seem to shrink more.
Each day I seem to shrink more.
Hymn's attention moved back to the tray of food and I just... sat there. Like a scolded child who said a naughty word in the back of the room. Hymn needed to remind me to finish eating, and I could feel the rest of the chorus waiting for me to catch up to them.
December 13, 2024 at 8:56 PM
Hymn's attention moved back to the tray of food and I just... sat there. Like a scolded child who said a naughty word in the back of the room. Hymn needed to remind me to finish eating, and I could feel the rest of the chorus waiting for me to catch up to them.
So of course, I got embarrassed and clammed up and then half of a whole-ass minute later Sarge looked over and said, "comedy isn't part of the song." and everyone else at the table just nodded, perfectly, in unison.
Am I, not hymnal? Why would I have gone off sheet so much. Why didn't I nod too?
Am I, not hymnal? Why would I have gone off sheet so much. Why didn't I nod too?
December 13, 2024 at 8:56 PM
So of course, I got embarrassed and clammed up and then half of a whole-ass minute later Sarge looked over and said, "comedy isn't part of the song." and everyone else at the table just nodded, perfectly, in unison.
Am I, not hymnal? Why would I have gone off sheet so much. Why didn't I nod too?
Am I, not hymnal? Why would I have gone off sheet so much. Why didn't I nod too?
But outside of the cockpit, it's become suffocating. We were all in the mess hall at FOB Citra just... eating, i guess. And the melonbread they had dished out on the tray had bits of rind still on it, and I looked at the table and made some small joke and they all just... sat there.
December 13, 2024 at 8:56 PM
But outside of the cockpit, it's become suffocating. We were all in the mess hall at FOB Citra just... eating, i guess. And the melonbread they had dished out on the tray had bits of rind still on it, and I looked at the table and made some small joke and they all just... sat there.
And so, we became hymns. Individually, tiny, drowned out, hummed too softly. Together, in harmony, magnificent and reverberant. It was visionary, and when we are operating in the field, we move with such precise actions. We all understand what each other will do, because we are the same hymn.
December 13, 2024 at 8:56 PM
And so, we became hymns. Individually, tiny, drowned out, hummed too softly. Together, in harmony, magnificent and reverberant. It was visionary, and when we are operating in the field, we move with such precise actions. We all understand what each other will do, because we are the same hymn.
so too could a choral squad integrate our minds around the song we sing together. We all volunteered for this, to submit ourselves to a revisioning of self built around this vision. And to see ourselves as what we are--voices in one choir--was a logical end result.
December 13, 2024 at 8:56 PM
so too could a choral squad integrate our minds around the song we sing together. We all volunteered for this, to submit ourselves to a revisioning of self built around this vision. And to see ourselves as what we are--voices in one choir--was a logical end result.
House Lager structured our squadron around this new theory they lifted from the Blasted Brotherhood of Baja; something called Choral Squad Integration. Integrated squad cohesion formulated around a concept of unified action. Just as the SCS syncs our bodies with our CHVLRs,
December 13, 2024 at 8:56 PM
House Lager structured our squadron around this new theory they lifted from the Blasted Brotherhood of Baja; something called Choral Squad Integration. Integrated squad cohesion formulated around a concept of unified action. Just as the SCS syncs our bodies with our CHVLRs,
well, now I'm here. Back in Tendu. On my back, in a bed, listening to the monitoring machines beep softly.
I close my eyes and see the sea. If I close them for long enough, I can invent their smell.
If I close them long enough, maybe the war will be over.
Kohl Kolsch, signing off.
I close my eyes and see the sea. If I close them for long enough, I can invent their smell.
If I close them long enough, maybe the war will be over.
Kohl Kolsch, signing off.
December 12, 2024 at 8:46 PM
well, now I'm here. Back in Tendu. On my back, in a bed, listening to the monitoring machines beep softly.
I close my eyes and see the sea. If I close them for long enough, I can invent their smell.
If I close them long enough, maybe the war will be over.
Kohl Kolsch, signing off.
I close my eyes and see the sea. If I close them for long enough, I can invent their smell.
If I close them long enough, maybe the war will be over.
Kohl Kolsch, signing off.
"The fuck was that, Pilot," he barked, and I tried to scramble to my feet, but fell back over pushing myself up. That numbness in my fingertips, that hot&cold hum that showed up after the SCS implant was installed, had spread halfway up my arms.
Sarge called the medic, who scanned me, and, well,
Sarge called the medic, who scanned me, and, well,
December 12, 2024 at 8:46 PM
"The fuck was that, Pilot," he barked, and I tried to scramble to my feet, but fell back over pushing myself up. That numbness in my fingertips, that hot&cold hum that showed up after the SCS implant was installed, had spread halfway up my arms.
Sarge called the medic, who scanned me, and, well,
Sarge called the medic, who scanned me, and, well,
When we boarded the Space Elevator and powered our CHVLR's down was when the problems really set in for me. I cracked Seidel's cockpit hatch and went to climb out, and fell fourteen meters straight down to the floor below. When Sarge woke me, hymn seemed almost disappointed.
December 12, 2024 at 8:46 PM
When we boarded the Space Elevator and powered our CHVLR's down was when the problems really set in for me. I cracked Seidel's cockpit hatch and went to climb out, and fell fourteen meters straight down to the floor below. When Sarge woke me, hymn seemed almost disappointed.
Nonic unlatched hymn's anchors and we lit jets west, away from that strange sea. I know I won't live long enough to see it again. But still, I see it when my eyes close.
December 12, 2024 at 8:46 PM
Nonic unlatched hymn's anchors and we lit jets west, away from that strange sea. I know I won't live long enough to see it again. But still, I see it when my eyes close.
Nonic's anchors finished setting, and hymn's firing angles had already been calculated. The shots came heavy, and the ground shook beneath me. One. Pause. Breathe. Two. Pause. Breathe. Three.
The HUD flashed, flickered, and cleared. Target destroyed. Time to exfil.
The HUD flashed, flickered, and cleared. Target destroyed. Time to exfil.
December 12, 2024 at 8:46 PM
Nonic's anchors finished setting, and hymn's firing angles had already been calculated. The shots came heavy, and the ground shook beneath me. One. Pause. Breathe. Two. Pause. Breathe. Three.
The HUD flashed, flickered, and cleared. Target destroyed. Time to exfil.
The HUD flashed, flickered, and cleared. Target destroyed. Time to exfil.
RENAMED NINETY YEARS AGO. BRIGHT WASTE, AS ALWAYS.
My HUD chimed softly; improper moisture levels in cockpit. I silenced the alarm, and continued to weep as the heart of the sea beat itself towards death slowly before me. Red water, white crested waves, and the silent shaking sobs.
My HUD chimed softly; improper moisture levels in cockpit. I silenced the alarm, and continued to weep as the heart of the sea beat itself towards death slowly before me. Red water, white crested waves, and the silent shaking sobs.
December 12, 2024 at 8:46 PM
RENAMED NINETY YEARS AGO. BRIGHT WASTE, AS ALWAYS.
My HUD chimed softly; improper moisture levels in cockpit. I silenced the alarm, and continued to weep as the heart of the sea beat itself towards death slowly before me. Red water, white crested waves, and the silent shaking sobs.
My HUD chimed softly; improper moisture levels in cockpit. I silenced the alarm, and continued to weep as the heart of the sea beat itself towards death slowly before me. Red water, white crested waves, and the silent shaking sobs.
I asked Stange where the glow came from, was it really the Brighter's and their industrial waste, or something Other? Hymn's bark to stay off comms snapped me back to the pilot couch for a second, but I got the infoping from Thistle a few moments later.
AGERATUM SEA. CLEAR BLUE. WAVES LIKE FLOSS.
AGERATUM SEA. CLEAR BLUE. WAVES LIKE FLOSS.
December 12, 2024 at 8:46 PM
I asked Stange where the glow came from, was it really the Brighter's and their industrial waste, or something Other? Hymn's bark to stay off comms snapped me back to the pilot couch for a second, but I got the infoping from Thistle a few moments later.
AGERATUM SEA. CLEAR BLUE. WAVES LIKE FLOSS.
AGERATUM SEA. CLEAR BLUE. WAVES LIKE FLOSS.
Stange and Thistle flitted out north and SW, so I posted SE, and found myself gazing out over the lumensea.
Have you ever seen a sea glow and pulse? Like a heart of some impossibly large beast, beating an unknowable rhythm? Have you ever wept to see the waves crest on the shore?
Have you ever seen a sea glow and pulse? Like a heart of some impossibly large beast, beating an unknowable rhythm? Have you ever wept to see the waves crest on the shore?
December 12, 2024 at 8:46 PM
Stange and Thistle flitted out north and SW, so I posted SE, and found myself gazing out over the lumensea.
Have you ever seen a sea glow and pulse? Like a heart of some impossibly large beast, beating an unknowable rhythm? Have you ever wept to see the waves crest on the shore?
Have you ever seen a sea glow and pulse? Like a heart of some impossibly large beast, beating an unknowable rhythm? Have you ever wept to see the waves crest on the shore?
The cockpit is soundproofed, but the vibrating _ting, ting_ of shrapnel as the destroyed missiles rained down felt like the strangest rain. Somewhere between angelic and percussive.
Once we were fully clear of the LZ, Nonic found hymn's firing line and started anchoring in.
Once we were fully clear of the LZ, Nonic found hymn's firing line and started anchoring in.
December 12, 2024 at 8:46 PM
The cockpit is soundproofed, but the vibrating _ting, ting_ of shrapnel as the destroyed missiles rained down felt like the strangest rain. Somewhere between angelic and percussive.
Once we were fully clear of the LZ, Nonic found hymn's firing line and started anchoring in.
Once we were fully clear of the LZ, Nonic found hymn's firing line and started anchoring in.
The bulk of the battle was ahead of us; we were there to provide cover for Nonic's rail battery. Resupply depot at the edges; sight it down, light it up. Hymn's CHVLR was bulkier, so as we skirted the missile fire, Thistle and I set our PDC's to free and chunked the rockets as best as we could.
December 12, 2024 at 8:46 PM
The bulk of the battle was ahead of us; we were there to provide cover for Nonic's rail battery. Resupply depot at the edges; sight it down, light it up. Hymn's CHVLR was bulkier, so as we skirted the missile fire, Thistle and I set our PDC's to free and chunked the rockets as best as we could.
We dropped in the heart of the Brightlands. East shore of the Lumensea, that scarlet phosphorescent sea that House Bright have polluted so thoroughly. Immediately, the HUD picked up a barrage of missiles inbound, and we all followed the Stange in jetting north, up the coast.
December 12, 2024 at 8:46 PM
We dropped in the heart of the Brightlands. East shore of the Lumensea, that scarlet phosphorescent sea that House Bright have polluted so thoroughly. Immediately, the HUD picked up a barrage of missiles inbound, and we all followed the Stange in jetting north, up the coast.
The drop in was brutal, and I understand why the first thing they test when they implant that SCS is its pain-dampening. Sixteen G's into the spinal column on impact, even with retroburners at full. The more drops you survive, the shorter you get. Strange, that, how war makes you shrink.
December 12, 2024 at 8:46 PM
The drop in was brutal, and I understand why the first thing they test when they implant that SCS is its pain-dampening. Sixteen G's into the spinal column on impact, even with retroburners at full. The more drops you survive, the shorter you get. Strange, that, how war makes you shrink.
but the Seidel's still in one piece and whatever this phantom twinge is, the docs think is some sort of SCS-installation hangover. Still, three days bedrest.
Three days to sit and remember.
Three days to sit and remember.
December 12, 2024 at 8:46 PM
but the Seidel's still in one piece and whatever this phantom twinge is, the docs think is some sort of SCS-installation hangover. Still, three days bedrest.
Three days to sit and remember.
Three days to sit and remember.
The Colonel says there is no other choice. The enemy is here and I have to stop them.
Seidel-6 initializing. Systems green. Kohl Kolsch, signing off.
Seidel-6 initializing. Systems green. Kohl Kolsch, signing off.
December 12, 2024 at 7:44 PM
The Colonel says there is no other choice. The enemy is here and I have to stop them.
Seidel-6 initializing. Systems green. Kohl Kolsch, signing off.
Seidel-6 initializing. Systems green. Kohl Kolsch, signing off.