"The point is, you are alive when they start to eat you."

- Sam Neill, Event Horizon

"You haven't won, Payton. You can't, because no matter who you pretend to be, inside you're just like me."

- Jason Carter, Babylon 5

The rotary talons of the Graze Ein were designed to drill through mobile armor at a rate of 10,000 RPMs. This one was drilling through Lafter's ribcage at about three times that speed.

The weapon's vicious roars jumped up an octave as it exchanged metal for flesh. Lafter's screams turned it into a duet.

Her ribs turned to splinters. Her lungs, kidneys, and small intestine were shredded to pieces. Her fingers squeezed into her armrests until her nails began to crack.

Sparks flew and blood splattered as the drill dug deeper, each millimeter even more excruciating than the last.

The Rouei's camera screens crumpled. Lafter's tortured visage was framed by a cracked blue skyline laced with static reception. Her pilot suit was dyed in a lush shade of red, while her cockpit became a mess of gore and pigtails. It was the perfect fusion of mobile suit demolition and Calamity War-era field surgery.

The drill reached Lafter's heart, blending it into a cardiac smoothie. Her inhuman squealing abruptly stopped and was replaced with a gurgling sound.

Lafter was still twitching when the assault ended. Her eyes were rolled back into her head and blood frothed down her mouth. Mika was screaming her name over the radio.

The Graze Ein retracted its foot blades from the Rouei's cockpit. Lafter lurched forward for a moment, before the drill dislodged from her hollowed-out remains with a wet tearing sound and she slumped back into her seat.

The Rouei collapsed to the ground in defeat. The only thing more mangled and broken was its pilot.