Ion

Based on the [Ion Redux](https://archiveofourown.org/works/38794794) work by tfgonao3 (on AO3). /tfg/, enjoy.

*you struggled to open his eyes. When he finally managed, all he had to be greeted by was suffocating darkness. The crackling of fire and the harsh falling of rubble made a ringing in his ears. He tried to move, but found that his arms and legs didn't want to cooperate. As a matter of fact, nothing did. The Pilot could hardly move his gloved fingers. Something very heavy was on top of him, and whatever it was there was no chance he could move it alone.* *Though, from the sounds of shifting rubble and bending steel above him, it seemed like at least someone was trying to dig him out. In all likelihood it was IMC Remnant forces trying to scavenge what little they can from the wreckage of the building. you couldn't help but smirk under his helmet. He sure had done a number on the place with the help of that Scorch. If there was even anything left of Titan Repair depot, it certainly wasn't in operable condition. * Just- Fuck! *The Pilot started before being interrupted by a wheezing cough. Even the mere act of talking was harder than he anticipated right now.* Just fuckin' leave me here, you IMC pricks! Agh-! *He noticed the sound of work above him had stopped momentarily as he cried out. And as he paused again to wince and moan at the pain of being crushed, the noises started up again. Only they were faster-paced this time. More frantic. Like whoever was out there was racing to get to him now. He could hear slabs of concrete being tossed aside, girders thrown thoughtlessly out of the way, smaller pieces of rubble falling through the crevices of the ruined high-rise from all the movement. At this rate it seemed more like animalistic clawing than it seemed like digging.*