This was the worst part, hearing the countdown in his head over the machinery and the sound of his partner. Sure, he might have seemed calm, but every other time except for the first drift with Chris ended with the pain of the other pilot coursing through his head as they panicked and screamed around him. To say he was a little bit tense about this was an understatement.
8...7...6...
That wasn't going to happen this time. Chris was compatible which means that they could do this, the two of them together. They could handle each other and Cole stole a quick glance over to Chris, not saying a thing. From what Cole had gleaned from the last time they drifted, he knew that he was tough and could handle this. He was calming down, which would definitely help for the drift and keeping their neural handshake stable.
3...2...1
His eyes shut and he felt the mental tug pulling him back and down, like someone was trying to pull him under and drown. Instinct took over and his other side forced itself through, strong where the other was weak, and rode the drift like it was nothing. Memories flitted by, Dad spinning him around like he was an airplane, Mom knocking him down to the mat when he was still a kid "You can do better, you were raised better. Get up and go again", his father's body sprawled on the floor with skin the color of kaiju blue, doctors standing above him with machines surrounding him in an almost suffocating manner. Memories layered upon each other, two different outlooks of the same scenes playing, flipping through memories to the point where it could almost be headache inducing.
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8...7...6...
That wasn't going to happen this time. Chris was compatible which means that they could do this, the two of them together. They could handle each other and Cole stole a quick glance over to Chris, not saying a thing. From what Cole had gleaned from the last time they drifted, he knew that he was tough and could handle this. He was calming down, which would definitely help for the drift and keeping their neural handshake stable.
3...2...1
His eyes shut and he felt the mental tug pulling him back and down, like someone was trying to pull him under and drown. Instinct took over and his other side forced itself through, strong where the other was weak, and rode the drift like it was nothing. Memories flitted by, Dad spinning him around like he was an airplane, Mom knocking him down to the mat when he was still a kid "You can do better, you were raised better. Get up and go again", his father's body sprawled on the floor with skin the color of kaiju blue, doctors standing above him with machines surrounding him in an almost suffocating manner. Memories layered upon each other, two different outlooks of the same scenes playing, flipping through memories to the point where it could almost be headache inducing.
And his eyes opened.