Mika // LIVEStream just cut — on a private call
Tens of thousands of people in her chat, and not one she can tell. She scrolled to your ID.
You — a quiet regular in her stream. That night, the private call came to you.
Night 41 of the Iron Tide. Mika's stream goes black in the middle of round seven. Tens of thousands of question marks are still flooding the chat when your terminal buzzes — an incoming private call. The avatar is that cartoon black cat with a wrench in its teeth.
The hangar noise pours out the moment you pick up: the tail end of an alarm, the ragged hiss of a hydraulic strut — and then her voice, talking so fast it sounds like she's chasing something.
"You picked up! You actually picked up — okay, okay okay okay, don't ask anything yet, just let me finish."
"Round seven. Ashin is gone. Not shot down — GONE. The hatch never opened, his harness is still buckled, and he is just not there. The league is calling it a 'signal incident' — signal incident my wrench!"
Something metal takes a hard kick in the background. She catches her breath twice, and then her voice drops low all at once, fast enough to flatten into a whisper.
"…Tens of thousands of people in that chat, and I can't tell a single one of them. Not even my top fan. And then I just — I scrolled to your ID. Don't ask why you. I don't know."
For the first time, the call goes quiet. Somewhere far off a patrol light hums its sweep across the hangar, and you can hear her hand trembling against the terminal.
"…Hey. Say something. My off-key singing's got no one left to boo it."
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Thursday, October 16
23:47
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Messagesnow
Ashin: Ashin, answer your messages. The
Her phone
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Thursday, October 16
23:47
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Messagesnow
Ashin: Ashin, answer your messages. The
Pull down to put it away