battles in giant robots verseXheionmibu

[Verse]

Jinga Fedilt had an endless chasm of rage to take from.

He relied on it in the morning, when the bruises from his pilot chair reminded him of how reckless his steering was. He relied on it when he put that damage on his body too. The Vials were made for motion, not for hosting. He understood their purpose, and could feel the echoes of the old smiths even in new designs. He'd not opted for a spring-mounted chair, or a soft-made cockpit. He needed to feel it. And when he moved, he needed the Vial to listen to him. These hulking machines lent them their strength. The least they could do in return was suffer with them.

This war was its own monster. It had swallowed them all. They said it was his human blood that made him perfect in it, but he knew it had been bred into him. Nobody was pure in the Beinbar system anymore. Everyone had mutated for Universal Conflict. He had grown up on a Estedbar Moon, and dreamt of prowess in battle. But the lessons that were worth a damn cost him too much. It had flooded his rage. And he took out his revenge on people who hadn't earned in any other way than being born on the other side of this immortal war. They said Earth had been the same, that it had sought out this conflict when it could have abstained. Human blood. Intelligent Savages.

And maybe the friend who'd challenged him to this duel, just when they'd been licensed to do so, remembered a time when he wasn't this powederkeg of violence. She if anyone should know, he'd always fought like this. Agility and a fondness and propensity for unseen weaknesses. Speed and malice. It was reflected in the beaten Vial he steered. The https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9d/0d/d1/9d0dd1a6ec253391b208edb1388aa738.jpg. Could be the all-round joints that kept his enemies guessing, or the perfect class that let him move but also let him generate enough strength when he had to fell the larger Vials, or the greater giants in armor. The Natural Guard. She had come at him with her own. Bulky and full or arsenal. She had thought she'd beat a smile into him.

He'd accepted of course. She didn't have the kill in her, not for him. They'd been friends since before he knew this fueling dread. She'd followed him into the academy when he'd qualified on merit of his theoretical battle tactics test. She could have gone on her other academics and physicals alone. Short but capable. Maybe he'd wanted this fight too. Maybe he wanted to ruin her sunny disposition that kept him going in the heat of battle.

Jinga wasn't unscathed from their bout, but he knew her. He knew the limits of her Vial and he knew how to exploit them. She had exhausted her ammunition trying to herd him, and he would be nothing if he couldn't avoid fire when he knew where it came from. His burstae pushed him hard in any direction where her shots weren't. It was dizzying but always effective. Xol gave him everything. Xol dodged and told him when they were taking damage. He had exhausted his own lighter load of bullets just shooting down her rockets. He'd sacrificed some panzer to get close to her just as her ballistics were waning. He'd deflected her blades with his own. And just as he managed to wrench her large arm out of the way, Xol's free, six fingered hand shot forward and crushed the cranium of her bulky Vial, and thereby her cockpit.

Xol was worse for wear, but it had wrung the cockpit out of her Vial. His friend hung from between his's mech's digits. He had won. The dessert on the moon they'd chosen to duel at hosted at storm that was coming closer to the rocky area they'd landed in. Jinga brought her closer to the visor of Xol, and let Xol's finger stroke her head. "You bet your freedom. You're now my slave." he said through the speakers as her Vial complained and fell on its knees, making it almost level with Xol. It was regrettable that the governing slave laws were so binding in their fraction under the United Centraling Federation. He was starting to wish she hadn't goaded him into this.

 

[Heionmibu]

Rebecca Morias a top heavy Vial pilot, oddly with a sunny disposition as told by some. But as the harden battle Median she is she doesn't shy away from battle to sit on the back lines.
Pushing herself to her limits is her goal, even she has few rivals or think of any as one.
Her long-time friend and fellow pilot Jinga Fedilt, been through hell together. Though she is oblivious to the hate that Jinga got for being close to her, she had no time for relationships. Earning the name Iron Maiden due to her overall toughness and grit on the field of battle.

Using the strength and Durability that her Viel that just simply named Tower, a heavy dense armored Vial with heavy weaponry to boot. Many that use this Vial, has issues with movement to most Tower would feel slow and bulky and they say its just used for its weapons and artillery.

Lately, she has been pushing herself after a messy mission. She hated the fact that many were so cold and were quick to leave others. She felt the victory for that day wasn't worth it, but she would never voice this. Known it would be heard on deaf ears or she would be punished. There was no stopping the war machine of the Universal conflict.

Rebecca did challenge Jinga, wanting to beat a smile on his face. So, she was indeed happy when he accepted.
During the match, Becca and Tower did there best to keep up with Vol and Jinga. Many was shocked Rebecca could keep up at first, once their weaponry was emptied. She didn't give up knowing what was on the line.
After all said and done, she lost in the grip of the Vol she looked at the visor of the Vial. Struggling and pulling her right arm free she raises her middle finger to both Vol and Jinga. "OH, sit on it!!!" She shouted loud enough that could be heard throughout the Arena. Many wasn't shocked by the results of the duel.

In one of the observations towers a woman smirk softly, seeing the two fight she had a thought of what to do next. She quickly put her plans in motion.

 

[Verse]

Mori was a good shot. She could decapitate a Natural Guard in orbit if she stood on the ground. The turrets had nothing on her. But Jinga knew her patterns, and while he had a hard time being faster than he bullets and skycutters, he only had to be faster than the turning mechanism on her guns, or the sweep of her arms. The Sempra Xol had very efficient fuel economy, and its lighter frame made back their difference in armory. He managed to avoid the crucial hits, and traded the ones he had to take for ground gained.

Even if the two friends had started out saying they'd go all out, neither of them meant to seriously hurt the other. But Mori had an even kinder heart. Her good mood and light heart, especially toward him, made the skirmish easier for him. They said it was his human soul that made him so ruthless. There was just bloodlust in him and it translated into his machine. The Xol was made for great escapes and defense during recon missions, but he'd repurposed it to be an assassin out in the open. So he painstakingly made his way toward his friend.

When he demolished the visor of the Tower, and plucked her out, the six digit grip didn't contract enough to hurt her, even if the dismount had been less than gentle. He was glad the reckless maneuver hadn't hurt her. He had done it before, when out of blades and bullets, tearing out the faces of Natural Guards, but this was to mark a victory, not to slay an enemy. He knew he'd gotten her, but he didn't know what state she was in. But when her spirit was as indominable as before, he grinned from where he sat. "I told you it was a stupid idea, you tank." he reminded her through the speaker system.

They were summoned to their general's office, and Jinga had gone with his cockpit uniform still on. It had padding to negate the worst of the haptics, though it was mostly for show, and a rudimentary helmet. The engineers made sure there were some details on each helmet that reminded of the Vial the pilot steered, his had the crescent center ridge and orange glass in the middle of the visor. He had left the helmet on the clothing rack just inside the door.

The two friends were rowed up by the general's desk. They'd been here before, sometimes because of Mori's benign hijinks and sometimes for real insubordination from the Fedilt pilot. There was some affection from the man with the mustache who governed this office, with its glass wall overlooking the hangar and in turn the open doors into space itself. Depending on the turn of their moon, they could see straight down into Estedbar. The general shifted. His large chair made a small sound. Meant he must have had it for very long, and told people not to maintain it.

"Well, I know you two are thick as thieves." General Hika Matsudo said. "And I'm sure this started out as something friendly." Jinga huffed but stayed in his stance. Matsudo frowned and his lip hairs fanned a bit. "Well, either way, you're both good pilots but now, as you know, according to the rules of the particular duel, terms both of you agreed on so you could duel with our Vials, Rebecca Morias now effectively is property of Jinga Fedlit." Matsudo stood and slid the panel over, an engraved plaque that summarized in many legal terms what he'd said, stamped with the UCP insignia itself.

Jinga frowned now. A blade of black hair fell to frame the jutting right angle of his jaw from the dark mess he'd tried to keep back with a couple of strokes through it with his fingers. He tossed an irate look at his childhood friend for so brashly entering into such ridiculous terms. He stepped forward, and slid the panel back toward the general. "Sir. General. I thank you but decline."

Matsudo sighed and leaned back in his chair. "That's the thing, son, you can if you want, but that'd just open up ownership to anyone else, and this base has a contract with a rather aggressive buyer." He turned to Rebecca. "Anything to say, slave?"

The term twisted Jinga's guts, but he also turned to his friend.

 

[Heionmibu]

Rebecca didn't admit defeat, even after being sat down by Jinga. Looking up to him through her visor, Xol reflected on them. She sucked her teeth looking away from them walking off leaving the arena. She pass through the doors overhearing some of the other talking. Saying she only did it to get attention or to show off. She did it for none of those things. Releasing the seal on her helmet there was a loud pop then hiss that gotten there attention.

Nervously they changed there tune, some looking away as other smiled and said good friend. Rebecca just smile and waves back."Yea....It was."She says being called as she walked to meet Jinga at the commanders office. As she walked she clutched her fist and teeth thinking how she lost this. She had to be that Idoit's slave now. she thought of all the crappy things as she over thought and overreaction to them. Her mind wonders, grabbing the side of her head as her eyes popped open, she started with some preverted thoughts. "What if he wants to..."She gulps shollowing hard as her mind went from him putting a collar on her and pulling her along with a lash or binding her and taking advantage of her. Many more things ran through her mind making her blush at this thought of all this.
She was lost in her own world thinking such thoughts of servicing Jinga in that way. She enearly jumped out of her skin when she ws touched on the shoulder by Jinga aunt."Ahh."She jumped away from her.

The Aunt giggles softly as she didn't think such a hareden pilot sacred so easily. Catching her breath she sulated her as she is a higher rank. She explained she was jsut deep in thought about that battle and how she could improve. Nodding seeing Rebecca run off. She grins as she made her way down the hall.


Getting to the office, she stood with Jinga listening to the General go on. She have great respect for the man. But calling her slave after all that she done. She wanted to speak giving him a piece of her mind. her lips parted abit but she bite her tongue."No sir....I have nothing to say."Her fist was still tightly chultched. A voice was heard behind her entering the room.

"Now now General Hika Matsudo. No need to speak of her in such a manner. But with this devolpment given my strike team some more thought."JInga's Aunt moved forward."Seeing as Rebecca is Jigans slave she must stay by his side does she not? With that being said, you have a elite tanker, with a speed demon. I think its a good time to think my idea over."She says calmly looking at him waiting for his repose.

Rebecca leans over abit wispering to Jinga."What is your Aunt doing?"She asked as quietly as she could. This was abit odd, what is this strike team she is talking about. It had her curcious but still sounded bad or something big was going on.

 

[Verse]

Jinga wasn't used to Mori's silence. He had seen the changed in her face during the conversation. She was spirited enough to have interrupted the general several times already, but she didn't. Maybe she did understand, and maybe she meant to take this seriously. The implications were severe. It'd alter their relationship. She was stubborn enough that he could well see her going along with it. It had been her idea, after all. He thought she'd made the bet knowing he'd have to back down. All because she wanted him to "lighten up". This was fucking ridiculous. So Jinga stayed as quiet as he could, tensing his hands into fists by his side. Why was her compliance more upsetting than her arguments, right now?

"Nothing to say?" he echoed, because he was sure both him and the general really wanted her opinion on this. This was the rest of her life, after all. Even if Jinga planned to be a rather easy going Master, and she herself would maintain her rank and the rights she'd earned, she legally was obligated to do what he said. Which meant... he tried to shake the thoughts out of his head, but he'd always had a high libido, and the women he'd been with could attest to his-- darker proclivities. He'd more than once imagined Rebecca under him, when he was doing his worst to some other woman.

He was as surprised as everyone else when his aunt came in, in her usual, higher ranking uniform. Her hair was dark, like his, and he found himself straightening his back to regain his stance of attention. However, both of the soldier's posture slumped somewhat to get closer to each other when Mori whispered to him. "I don't know. I think she's just pushing that strike team agenda she's been on." he'd heard about it, she'd talked about it to him, but he'd not really cared enough. He was mostly on board because it'd give him a better position from which he could get at the enemy, but the accommodations the UCP would have to do to make it happen were too much, so he'd never really put much hope in it, despite his aunt's adamancy.

The General cleared his throat and gave her a nod when she same in. She had a commanding presence, and a lot of the commander and fellow board members at the war-table listened when she spoke, partially because she had sound, though aggressive tactics, but also because she was distractingly beautiful woman. It must be in their genes, given her ability to lead, and her nephew's skills in being a speartip. Both of them enjoyed more leniency than most, because of that. That's why Hika tried not to let others get caught in their turbulence, like Rebecca Morias was seeming to be, right now.

"I suppose this is an opportunity for that initiative." the general said. "But you'd still be a short a few aspects. As it is now, they're a pair, attached more than usual because of soldier Morias's new... conditions. I will give you power to assemble a team, and to eventually train them. But they'll have to prove their efficiency before they're cleared." Hika said. If it played out well, maybe that would slow down whatever negative effects it'd have on Morias's life.

 

[Heionmibu]

Listening to Jinga's explanation of what his aunt was doing, in awe of It all. How could Jinga's aunt be so confident in just the two of them getting started with this so-called Strike team of hers? She turned back to focus on what was being said.

With a grin on her face, she pulled files from her bag. She placed them on the General's desk for him to look over them." I have a Mechanic in mind currently on one of our bases. That is calling for some assistance. She is a bit eccentric, but she is the best at what she does. Also, there is a pilot, an additional fighter for support as well as a logistical officer. The Ship has an AI system that will help with repairs and coordination of the ship." She spoke while the files were being looked over. She looked back to Jinga and Rebecca." You two." She called.
"Head back to your Barracks, gather your gear. You're being moved." She says ordering them both to leave as the rest of their conversation may become classified and with Rebecca's new status things would become difficult to what she can hear.
"Double time you two!!" She returns her attention to the General.

Rebecca salutes. "Yes Mam!!" She turned and gave Jinga a swift strike to his arm and was gone before anything could be done.

Walking back to her Barracks she looked at the others in passing, word spread fast about her loss and her becoming a slave. She doesn't regret what happened. She still can pilot her Veil as long as Jinga allows it, now that she is assigned to him. She can watch his back and be his shield or whatever he needs of her. Getting to her room and walking in more thoughts ran through her mind as she blushed. Would Jinga still want her in his bed? It's his right of course. Shaking her head she slaps her cheeks to wake up out of her daydream." I must focus!!" Saying proudly as she grabbed her things for her she always packed light. Walking out of the Barracks with three large bags, these bags were her whole life. Making her way to the hangar to meet and wait for the others. Looking at her Veil, seeing Tower being reloaded and repaired of course she noticed the added markings to show that its piloted by a slave. She just huffed as she stood there waiting.

 

[Verse]

Jinga had a good guess as to which mechanic his aunt was talking about. He had resigned himself to doing the UCP's bidding in order to strike back at the Natural Guard, and he'd been prepped enough for this taskforce that it wasn't out of the blue. His aunt would push any agenda that she felt strongly for. But the dynamics of all of it had changed now that he wouldn't be entering this new initiative on equal terms with Mori. And it was this new dynamic that seemed to push this direction into being, or at least that's what it was used for. So Jinga was a bit stiff, standing there, listening to the team being negotiated. The general had the best intentions for both their fraction and the war, so he was inclined to agree with the suggestion, but had concerns about Rebecca. His resistance lasted about as long as any did, in aunty's company. Jinga rolled his eyes but refrained from saying something until they were ordered out. This was a sudden and inconvenient change ontop of what had already happened. He had no choice but to listen to orders. It had always been a matter of time before his aunt got command over him again after having overseen his training, once.

Back in the barracks Jinga traced the side of his bunk with his fingertips. He remembered how these things shook when there were attacks, and how loud the alarms sounded in them. They'd felt like individual life boats, as he was moved around from one to another depending on base rebuilding, or changes in his own service. He'd stayed here the longest. The first thing he packed was the picture of him and Becka, with her stupid grin. He was smiling too, for some reason. They were in front of the Xol and Tower, both machines messed up from a particularly lengthy battle. But they'd made it through. He huffed to himself. She was his slave now. He put the picture in his chest pocket and took the two duffels with him. He didn't own much. Being attached or dependent on things was seen as a weakness. He was here because he was good at destroying things, not keep them. Maybe that's what had happened between him and Mori today.

He found himself on the dispatch bay as well. He came up to stand beside his friend, and looked up at the new symbols that ornamented her Vial. The changes were minuscule but very important. It wasn't like Rebecca had an easy time fitting in before this, despite her sunny disposition. "Why did you do it, Mori?" he asked when he focused on the marks. They were a mix of the mark for soldier, and the mark for equipment. The symbol for the Sempra Xol was small in the owner's bar. It had no business being on her Tower. He had put it there through winning their duel. "You know this let's me do anything to you, right?" he turned his head to look down at her. "Is that what you want?"

 

[Heionmibu]

Lost within her headspace, Becca kept having scandalous thoughts of Jinga taking her, binding her in some way, or him asking her to do something like sleep in bed within him. Even if nothing happened her mind continued these thoughts, lost in her world. She snapped out of her lust-filled thoughts when Jinga spoke up. " Huh? Oh? Um…"She let him scold her for her rash decision-making, she was ready to answer him when he asked why she did it. But when he said he could do anything to her.

Her mind went blank for a moment as she came out and asked him."Wh…What would you do to me?"She asked calmly, not looking up at him as he would see her face slightly red. As he thought of the orders he would give her came to mind."You could do what you like with me I suppose, I just have to live with it." She didn't or rather wasn't planning on answering his first question she didn't think the answer to it would satisfy him.
She sighed slapping her face lightly with both hands to snap herself out of this daze."Look….It's in the past, I am a slave now. Your slave."She smiled looking up at him."I am here as your shield and sword if needed."She pushed him playfully."Besides If I won you make a worthless slave anyway. I would have to trade you for someone that actually can clean."She teased him to lighten the mood and to keep her. She knows that she has to work twice as hard to set herself apart from others but it didn't matter. She is with Jinga they are a team now, and it makes her happy to think about this.


Jinga's Aunt watched the two as she smiled, she waited for a bit as she looked at the file for the mechanic. She is a difficult one, having gotten into several fights with officers over her work or how Veils are used and repaired. The only reason they haven't court-martial her is due to she is one of the best at what she does and has an odd family connection. Nonetheless, this girl was currently stationed on a far outpost near the front. They would have to go and collect her and show off a bit of military might.



Meanwhile, in a far-off outpost, Natalie is hard at work inside the back section of a Veil. Replacing and repairing housing and circuits that got burnt out by reckless pilots using them like jackhammers. The higher-ups don't like her idea of a self-repairing Vail. It would limit the damage even if it doesn't fully repair it. But she is again doing the work of 6 people, as sparks come front the area she working in as the fighters of her prosthetic hand form an arc-welder. She stares intensely as the flashes can be seen on her visor. Once she finished an area she moved up a bit, a compartment opened in her leg as she pulled out some snacks. Popping on in her mouth she chews as the compartment closes and she has gotten back to work. Once she was finished here she had three more to check on and push out back to the front.

 

[Verse]

Jinga was already tall among human pilots. But that didn't mean much when there were Centralings who grew as large as human men just past their adolescence. The UCP may exclude on basis of size, but that didn't mean it ran by human measurements. Here though, at the hangar, beside his-- moderately statured friend, he towered. Looking down at her, he thought about their differences. There were hierarchies even within the UCP, Earth included, that prioritized height. Suppose the new dynamic between him and Becca made sense through that scope. Not that it made anything better. He didn't want anything to change. He had very few stoic points in his life. Where he stood with Becca was one. It wouldn't change their partnership in battle, he wouldn't allow that, but this would alter everything else. Though, as any redblooded male from Earth, particularly those who had vigor in war, he was afflicted with certain passions. Though he played his reputation off as nothing, that he didn't put any stock on societal pride, it had made it easier to find other beds than his own, on base. And, if he was honest, he'd of course painted Becca's face on some of the inhabitants of those beds, in his own imagination, during the act. Looking down on her now made him think of all of that, at once.

Stupid. He shouldn't even be considering it.

He did enjoy when she squirmed a little. There were a few things that would make her frazzled, but he rarely used this one. He couldn't help that his head tilted with some suggestion in its angle and the set of his lips - what would he do to her indeed? She was such lovely, stacked proportions in a small package. He didn't need that much imagination to have good use for her, especially in a bunk. He shifted, predatory, toward her. Maybe he should teach her how big of a mistake this was. It could be a sweet lesson to give her. His aura changed when he mulled over the possibilities now. He grinned when she continued her discomfort, and chastised herself for it. He was glad this part of their friendship hadn't suffered.

But he did find himself slightly paused when she reminded him she was his slave, and how that made a difference. His lips gathered from their little grin. He didn't know why that was emotional to him, but it was very much so. His eyes then narrowed at her, suspicious of this heartfelt sentiment, or maybe he was just weary when she was able to carry a point so well after having been so reckless. Was this actually a development of their friendship? This did secure their continued proximity to each other. She was bound to him now. One of the few things he owned, even under the UCP banner. While slaves and Approved Sentient Cargo were filed as possessions of their master, they could still earn military prowess for themselves. Though her obedience would be in some ways enforced by the UCP, given they had witnessed and accepted the duel and its outcome. Her going back on the contract wasn't the issue though. He'd actually it was the opposite.

"My slave." he said after he recovered from her assault. "And you'll be with me." he tasted the words in his mouth. He could live with that. He even smiled. "But then you have to get used to taking orders from me, slave." The set of his shoulders were less tense. He picked up the bag again and took her hand in the other. "Let's go then." he said and nodded for the pod that would take them to their designated ship. He still ushered her in first, but made sure to stack their luggage in her lap while he sat free beside her, by the window. He looked at her and put his elbow to the sill and knuckles to his chin, smugly. "Hope you're having a pleasant journey, Slave."

 

[Heionmibu]

She wasn't expecting him to call her his Slave so easily, watching him she shallow hard as she stared wondering what was going through his mind. Did she want to know? Maybe? She was ready to say something about him calling her his slave. But he already grabbed her hand pulling on to the transport. When they got to their seats he tossed his bag on her."Hey!! Dick!!"She grumbled hearing him call her slave she growled. "Hmph it would be better if I didn't have to touch or smell your bag here. Don't you ever wash your clothes?" She complained as the transport was gearing up to take off soon.

After some time, Jinga's Aunt entered the transport. She Found Jinga and Becca as she grins softly."My there you are, trying to get alone time already are you?"She teased them, taking a seat she explained what's happening next, as they would have to gather the rest of their team. She looks at her datapad as she tilts her head."Hmm? I guess you two will have to be tested under fire soon."She said .



Meanwhile back to Natalie:

Closing the hatch to the Vail, she needed to get the system back online to calibrate it. Sighing loudly she opens the cockpit. Hopping in and taking a set, pulling a wire from her left arm. Data flowed from her arm to the panel data flowed over the window in front of her. She reinstalled the system and then calibrated the system it would take a few minutes. The First that came up was the sensors, she needed to fine-tune it, but it looked like it was already picking up something. Thinking it's a glitch she tried to fix it."What?! Hey Sam, can you check out sectors 6 and 7 the sensors here say something is there but it shouldn't be right?" She called down.

Sam another Mechanic chuckled as he looked into it for her. The scanners was acting strange, as he looked over the data it wasn't right. It was showing the same thing over and over again. He reset the system it showed the enemy broke through their southern defenses. Hitting the alarm as the base went on red alert.

Natalie jumped as she looked around trying to finish her job quickly so there would be at least one more Veil in the fight.

 

[Verse]

She reacted much like she used to, at least verbally, when he brought her along and sat her down. Well on the shuttle, he chuckled to himself when she complained about his clothes. It was good to know she wasn't going to be a completely other person, even if she said she'd take her new role seriously. He still didn't like the implications of it, but he supposed he'd humor her dedication for as long as she could uphold it. He didn't mind her doing his bidding, he certainly hadn't before, so now he'd just play along until she tired of it. Might be fun, even. He had a dark, almost-smile on his lips about her disdain for his laundry. "Washing isn't really my job anymore, is it?" he asked her and then quickly grabbed the back of her head and pushed her forward, face into the duffle. He laughed and let her up after dunking her once in it.

Their mirth, or at least his, was cut short by his aunt. The commanding woman really fully occupied whatever space she entered and he looked at her with some disapproving apprehension. She was his family, blood, and she'd helped him plenty in the past with his vendetta against the Natural Guard, but he didn't trust her very well. Especially not given the nature of their relationship. She switched that connection on and off rather well, though. And she was his superior, sometimes even teacher, so he had to listen. He was noticeably stiffer when she sat down with them. Now he'd have to behave. "We're already good under fire." he said and nodded to Mori. He put his fist to her shoulder. "Aren't we?" He may play the slave game with her, but he didn't want to do it at such an official capacity in front of his aunt. It'd feel too real, then.

"But I guess I don't mind another fight..." he said with the beginnings of a smirk, arms crossed. He was interrupted by a loud alarm going through the base. It was corroborated by the tech they were wearing. He stood up and reflexively took his bag back. "It's the Gjallarhorn." he said and looked out the mouth of the hangar, but couldn't see any threat. In fact, everyone in the know, which were higher officers walking around outside the shuttle, had only been initially startled, but were now treading on as normal after having been informed.

He turned to his aunt while he was standing in the walkway, realizing he'd yanked Mori with him on reflex. "What is it?" he asked with a cold, ready voice. Mori would notice the way he held on to her was not protective or possessive, but because he was ready to usher her forward so they could get to their Vials.

If the battle wasn't here, then there were somewhere else they needed to go, and he figures it wouldn't be the best move to get off the shuttle, but if they could get there faster in a burst unit with their Vials, then they needed to get to them while the hardware and fuel tanks were attached. After todays duel he was itching for something real, and for things to feel normal between him and Mori.

 

[Heionmibu]

Hearing all this she sighed softly at Jinga, placing her hand on Jinga's wrist as she chuckled. "Calm down there you battle junky, I am sure your aunt….I mean the Commander has an Idea to get us there." Becca said confidently, happy he took his smelly sack back. No way in hell she was doing his laundry. Standing did not matter too much as she was still short and standing from her seat she was only a couple of inches taller.

Laughing at the pair, Victoria sighs softly. My, my, so quick to jump to battle, my heroic Nephew. This shuttle will take us to our new ship." She spoke. The shuttle starts to fly off, Jinga and Becca see their battleship. The latest design and weapons along with Veil storage and repair systems. Both their Veils were loaded and rearmed. Upon entering the ship, they would see a light crew coming aboard. As Victoria steps on the ship. A droid detaches itself from the wall.

A ship aids greets them, handing the Commander a data pad of the ship systems. Telling her things have been arranged and we are ready to depart.

Victoria smiled, looking back at Jinga and Becca." Get to your Veils system check and lock in, and update your system to be calibrated to the ship systems. Cause we will be in a hurry when we get there." She says going to the bridge.


Becca handed her things off to the aid as they took Jinga's things, taking their items to their rooms. Becca was happy she wasn't treated like trash because of her new title. Seeing the map of the ship, she leads Jinga to the hangar. Their battle armor and weapons are waiting for them.

Suit up quickly, Becca geared up some of the mechanics saw her, and knew she was one of the few females who earned the title of battle marshal. Stepping on the elevator to her Veil she got in. A new chapter to her life she guesses. She will get rid of this slave title, but she thinks as long she has Jinga she wouldn't mind keeping it. As the thoughts of him calling her his slave echo in her mind. Placing her helmet on before anyone could see her blushing. Getting in the Veil she boots up the systems linking to the new system of the ship. Getting her familiar with the systems, her cameras came online as she watched Jinga and his Veil.

Back at the station, the attack was going. They were getting bombarded Natalie was pulling Sam to safety. Coughing blood he was asked why the defenses working. They just repaired them.

Natalie wondered the same once she found a safe place for Sam she made sure he was safe and stable. She ran fast to the control room seeing the guards either dead or knocked out. She gets to the panels, but they are damaged. "Fuck!!" She shouts. Taking a few deep breaths, she got to work to repair them. She got the comms online as she sent out the message. "Hello, this is Natalie head Mechanic of Lunar Outpost, we are under attack. Our defenses have been sabotaged. I'm in the process of getting them back online. Be advised that the defense being reset will not know friend from foe." She put the message on repeat as she got to work. Not knowing that the enemy or rather the saboteur picked up on it and told the bosses he would handle it.

 

[Verse]

Mori did make sense. If anyone knew the ins and outs of transporting fighters to where there fight was, it was his aunt. The two ganged up on him, in fact, and it made the young man frown. His head tilted a bit, when he looked his relative over, in her calm, seated pose. It was almost as though she'd known this would happen. Or. He eyed her toe to top. That she'd hoped for it. Battles were unavoidable and frequent, the conflict was at a height, and a lot of Vial pilots had an affinity for doing their job, he himself was known as someone who'd rather send off an array of plasma and ask questions later, but there was something other in how Victoria's quiet excitement. She usually had a gameplan for games far ahead. He had always found comfort in that he only needed to concentrate on the next skirmish. He looked down at Mori and nodded. There was nothing else he could do.

They were flown to the battleship and Jinga was a bit annoyed Mori was calming him down. He jerked out of her hold. It was at least reassuring to be on their way. The new battleship looked state of the art, and he was happy to get outside of the shuttle once it landed. The aid was professional and he hovered close to his aunt to make sure he could get his hand on Xol quickly. He nodded with some determination at Victoria's orders, and followed Mori quickly. Before the aid left with his bag he called to them. "Make sure that's delivered to her room," he pointed at Mori. "She does my laundry." It was the only thing right now that was getting him in a better mood.

He clapped Mori on her ass before they diverged to their Vials. He didn't think too much of the harassment, but it was a bit more then he usually did, or atleast more like actual harassment rather than friendly teasing.

The Sempra Xol was famously archaic in its controls. The cockpit was a lot of open wires and physical monitors. The haptics were a nightmare but they were very reactive, which was what he wanted. His suit was an old design made with new, standard materials. And his helmet was mostly visor. He didn't like the unfamiliar pings of Xol getting used to the new software links of this particular station, but he knew what it was for. It better not get in the way of his fighting.

He sat there, fully ready as they loaded on the burst-packs on Xol. He looked through the main view-shield of the head to see the same being done to Tower. He gave Mori the thumbs up. It was frustrating having to just sit here while they got geared up for a longer trek. A message came through to keep him company. His brow furrowed at the mechanic's voice.

Soon the Vials tasked with going on this mission were pushed into the send-off prongs, and attached to the metal beams on rails that would usher them out. He had one look at Mori's Tower. "Make sure you fight your ass off, as usual." he said through their private channel and then the metal beams punched them forward. Once out of reach of the station the burst-packs ignited and the Vials were shot off by their added propulsion.

The moment he reached the gnarled debris coming off Lunar Outpost 5, he shifted into a quick bank so as to not be impaled by the stern of a ship, floating independent of the rest of it. It was harder because his burst-back was still attached, and while he cleared the spear-like apex of the stern, it still stabbed part of the burst-pack off. "To anyone coming in, be weary, the debris has reached further than we thought." he sent out and then detached the rest pack.

He saw that a few Marauders from the Natural Guard were responding to the reinforcement the UCP had sent. And since Jinga was the first to arrive, given the Xol's light build and strong burst-pack, he was their main target.

The Xol's boot-mounted outlets exploded in green and as he barreled toward their closing formation, coming to meet him. He was able to out-maneuver their spear-head formation with a close to prefect 45 degree bank as he passed them, and let a shower of rockets cut their center line up. "Mori!" he shouted in his com as Xol reached for its main rifle and pulled the trigger at a torpedo they'd sent in retaliation. The ray shot from the rifle would detonate the torpedo, and cut through to reach whoever had shot it. A gratifying sizzle and then boom followed, but Jinga was on the other side of the explosion from the torpedo, unable to see directly. His instruments told him the enemy was one down, though. "Remember there's going to be friendly fire until Lunar 5 can get their tech up. Don't respond with prejudice toward all fire. Let's hope their crew can fix it soon."

 

[Heionmibu]

In the station, Natalie working to get the defenses back to normal. She looks over the console and slams her fist into it. Her prosthetic arm cracks the panel, and inhaling deeply she calms down. "Okay, okay whoever messed with the system had to do it from the core. I have to get to the lower levels and reset the system. Then I must reset it by hand. Sounds easy enough." She said, knowing she had to work fast. Noticed the new battleship entering their air space. "What? Who is that?" She sees it was launching two Vails. She knew the marking but her eyes shined at how good they looked. Shaking her head. "No no I have to focus can't get distracted by the Veils that will come later. If I survive." She was calm about it as she left the control room, checking the hallways making sure it was safe before leaving and sealing the control room.



Rebecca went through her system checks, she blushed at the fact Jinga slapped her on her butt. Calming down when she heard him say fight like hell. "I always do, make sure you don't push too forward." She said. At the moment she needs to keep her mind clear. She could think about that type of stuff later in private, once Tower was loaded with mutations and a special close-range weapon hooked on.

Soon being launched from the ship she ignited her rockets and sped forward, Tower's armor expanded reconfiguring itself to suppress or dampen attacks from ranged attacks. Becca smiled as she sped up to catch Jinga.
Seeing he was already in combat as expected, she got in range. "Yea, yea I know, I got it!!!"She says. "Danger close!! " She targeted missiles and enemies to scatter them to make it easier for Jinga to get in the middle and pick them off. Sending a barrage of missiles that broke off in a burst as micro-missile was sent flying past Jinga and Xol. Most standard suits could only dream of matching firepower to her Tower. The sky was brightened with missiles colliding with other missiles and taking down some other vails." Jinga move in I'll cover your back." She said keeping up with him.



Inside the Station Natalie was making her way down to the lower levels the hard way. The elevator was covered by some goons paid off by someone to disable their weaponry properly. She has gotten to the level just above where she needs to be. Walking over the rails and bars she finds the room. It occupied but it mattered not. Her arm opened as she jacked in several cables to a maintenance port. "Okay lets get to work."She started to type, knowing she will be fighting the others. The ones trying to keep it down but she locked them out first knowing it would send them a red alert. But she had to protect her people and get help here as soon as possible.

 

[Verse]

There hadn't really been a time when physical contact was off the table, but he'd not taken this kind of freedom with Mori. Knuckling her on her shoulder and shoving her might mean more surface attachment between their bodies, but getting to tap her on her thick rear was just... gratifying. And seeing her reaction to it was pretty good, too. He felt a new kind of confidence around her. Now he owned her. And even if he loathed the concept, and the people who made that kind of thing possible, he certainly was excited by the prospect of getting to do whatever he wanted. He was even expected to be a bit reckless with her. Perhaps he'd let this play out a little longer. But that kind of thing was for later, between battles. Whether she was bound to him now didn't really matter. Even if she believed she was his slave, he wouldn't expect her to fight in a different way. They'd made it this far on their usual collaboration. He only barked orders when it made sense, in the fray, and she did the same. Anything else would be putting their lives in danger.

He tske'ed at her counter advise. At least she wasn't demurely agreeing to everything he said. He liked being the tip of the spear, though, and she knew he could be reckless about it. Even if she was right, he didn't have to let her know that.

He thought about it when he barreled toward the armored Natural Guard. In truth, the way they were clustered, it would have been a narrow escape with his life, but if he hadn't used his speed, he wouldn't have reached them in time. Mori knew exactly what to do, and the artillery passed him just when he thought it would. He realized he'd not even doubted it. The tightly knit Guard separated, and it was easier for the agile Sempra Xol to dart between them, delivering intrusive, fatal touches with the energy vibration blade. As usual, there was a strange, satisfying resistance when the edge of his frequency and energy weapon cut through the armor, and sliced the flesh of the giants underneath. He could feel it through the haptics, but he also thought he sensed it through the hull of Xol. A more direct, analog contact.

But the small battle trance was lifted when Mori called at him through the coms. He smiled in the visor of his helmet and darted forward, his once-scout Vial very fast toward a new gathering of enemies. He raised the left arm after having swiped it back and attached the canon. It was a strong blaster, but it wouldn't have enough juice to get rid of the veritable swarm of guards coming at him. They were waiting to collide with his smaller Vial. While sturdier than it looked, Xol was not made to measure strength like that.

But just before impact, Xol fired its retro thrusters, where its ribs would be. The incredible G's of stopping dead and then traveling backward was crushing Jinga's body in its mounted seat. But in the space he'd occupied, now inhabited and invaded by the natural Guard that chased him, Mori's rockets came in. He had lured them, and kept them distracted, and now they'd come in range for the armada of projectiles the Tower had sent out. Jinga picked stragglers off with his canon, even as he flew toward the explosions, his blade arm cocked back.

"Thanks for the assist." he said into the coms, spitting to the side. Blood from the sudden break before.

His rear cranium camera picked up something, and he turned all of Xol during a swing of his sword that halved the Guard he was fighting, to see. His eyes grew wide. There was a giant armored guard behind Tower, with stealth nodes protruding from its shoulders.

"Mori!" he roared into the coms and his instinctive motion to reach for her echoed through the pilot commands, and it made Xol extend its canon arm too.

 

[Heionmibu]

Becca was focused on launching her missiles to counter the enemies and focusing on any that got close to her. Hearing Jinga's voice ring out over the comms, keeping her composure she pushed forward on her controls. Pushing her leg thrusters to the max caused Tower to move up laterally as the Tower flips over and once over the giant Giant Machine she flew into its back landing on top.
Pods open on the back left and right of the Tower's back as Eight homing lasers fire out bending at an angle and cutting into the machine. Like a hot knife through butter, the lasers only had a few uses many used them as a last resort but Becca used them on the larger targets.

She always says larger targets are easier to hit and cook more evenly. Reaching over her head pulling a cannon from the back pod of the Tower. Placing it flush to machine the Giant reaches up to pull her off. She was impressed it was still able to move after taking damage from the lasers, reaching over, and grabbing the arm of the Giant's machine. Metal slapped together with massive sparks metal grinding into each other, this machine was easily stronger than that Tower but Becca wasn't going to lose to this thing. With her cannon in hand, she slams it into the joint and fires several times disabling the arm. She pulls at the arm tossing it away. Then putting the cannon on top of the machine and fire several shots. She dismounted the Giant and flew off as it exploded. Tower had minor damage but she would about that later. "Just keep moving forward Jinga, we need to make a hole and get through." She said to him as she got back to what she doing, taking a quick count she still had 68 percent of her missiles left so they had protection from their defenses and the enemies but that would only last too long.


Inside the station, Natalie was almost done, she just locked the enemy out they were hunting for her. Against the clock now, she worked as fast as her fingers and parts to process. "Come on come on." All go green she smiled and scouts yes. Soon she heard them yell where she was. "Crap!!! Crap!!! Crap!!!" Logging out, she started to run as they fired at her. Dropping out the vents she took off running, and some of the guards followed. An explosion happened when they ran where she did. She placed a homemade mine where she came out of the vent. Panting around the corner she looked back." Oh shit, that wasn't supposed to explode with a fireball." She was shocked as it was supposed to stun. "Did I get the mix wrong? I am going to get blamed." She sighed in frustration, she had to get back on the comms.

After a few minutes, the defenses soon turned back on the enemies. Becca noticed as she stopped some missiles from hitting Jinga. "The defenses they are shooting at us anymore." She says as she locks the missiles back on the enemies firing all forward as she clears the way for Jinga and The Xol. "Get moving slowpoke you should have taken over the station by now." She scouts into the comms.



Running back to the comms run one of the guards was there a traitor. Turning to Natalie he aims his gun at her. She had no weapons the guard could see, Natalie pants breathing slowly as she was being targeted. "You should leave." She says as the guard aims. He fires but the bullets are blocked by a metal hand. Confused the guard backs up slowly. "Molly show them what we do to traitors."

Gears spinning, hydraulics coming on line. Molly giggles." Hello.." Grabbing and tossing his gun. "Traitor." She says the traitor part in a deep machine voice. The guard's stomach was pierced by Molly she lifted him as he gags and gasped for air. She tossed him aside. She walked over and stomped the guard. Once he flatlined she exited combat mode as she smiled. "Hey boss, You okay?" She asked blinking as she walked over to her. Natalie sighs in relief she wasn't much of a fighter so she was happy to see her. They get into the comms room and hunker down there. Other survivors was in there brought there by Molly.
Getting to the comms on an open line. "To whomever is other there kicking butt the defenses are online again and on our side. Beware there are traitors inside." She says on the comms but little did she know there was a traitor among survivors. But they would lie and wait for there right moment to strike.

 

[Verse]

He was pushing closer to Mori when he saw her quick maneuver. His heart became lighter the more altitude over the giant that she gained. His own thrusters didn't relent even if he did feel a bit reassured when she fought back. It was odd to see The Tower be the agile one in a fight for once, but it made some since, since the hulking NGOV was so much larger than Mori's vial. It even made Jinga smile through his worry. He had a blade drawn for his entire flight toward her, but when the twisted light from her lasers sprouted and then cut back into the gigantic enemy, he was a bit less worried, though it didn't lessen his haste. His teeth gnashed together as the Natural Guard Operated Vial got a hold of her. But he had little time to worry before Mori was able to get out of it. He reached her just in time to watch the big thing combust behind her. It had been an effective and impressive display of close quarter combat, from someone who would say her best work was done at a distance. He joined up and flew parallel to her once he intercepted her. She was still on about the mission despite having been in peril. Just another day on the job, he supposed.

Her plan was good. "Got it." he answered. It felt good to get back into their old patterns, and knowing this slave-thing wasn't going to get in the way of the good stuff. He tapped Tower's shoulder on his way past her, and tore off one of the smaller fuel tanks, locked in a cluster around her propulsion system. He waved the cannister before pinching it between the Xol's pedal soles. "See you soon then, Mori." her com said before he fired a single rifle round into the cannister. The explosion was controlled and the burst combined with the outlet of his own sole rockets, sent him forward quickly. The Sempra Xol hitched off the destructive power and was propelled beyond many enemies waiting. They'd have to deal with The Tower instead.

Once the cannister was spent, he stretched Xol's legs and left the empty container behind. Ducking fire from the station, he soon realized what Mori was saying, since he didn't really feel like a target anymore, even if there was still the matter of flying right at a fortress that was shooting in your direction. "My compliments to the software wizards." he said and then decapitated a Guard as it was reloading a handgun that looked as though it was packing some power. Jinga put the blade back in its sheath over Xol's shoulder, and grabbed the now abandoned gun.

Pulling the trigger punched a hole through the Armored Guard coming for him, and the recoil was taken care of by the resulting blast in the opposite direction of the weapon. Damn near singed Xol's arm to shit, but it was steady, even for packing such a wallop. It would seem the chamber had lost half its payload though, when he looked at the remains of the weapon in Xol's blackened hand. The analytic instruments told him the weapon had indeed used up half of its ballistic capacity. He smirked and darted forward again, soon to land against the station's panzer plates and pointing the gun back in the direction he'd come from, where his pursuers were. He pulled the trigger at the swarm of Natural Guard coming at him, and was able to pierce a hole through their formation. He tossed the scrap metal that was left of the shooter and pulled out his own rifle and the energy vibration blade on his shoulder.

The magnetic railing to get emergency plates to the right damage to the hull were a fast way to move, when you were on the surface of the station. And it recognized the passcodes in Sempra Xol, and connected to it. Soon Jinga was able to zip around on the outside of the station, weapons swinging, to defend and deflect. It was tedious work, and very costly to the Xol's integrity, given the stress of the magnetic pull, its effects on his software, and the sudden turns, but he'd been given a pretty good opportunity to be almost everywhere at once.

"Mori! Get your ass over here. I think we're winning this." he said into the com as he had to switch to his last blade, having used the other one to its base, where the frequency function couldn't activate through it anymore, with the conductive cutting metal spent.

 

[Heionmibu]

Becca watched Xol move near her, she wondered what he was doing. When she got an alert that Jinga ripped one of her fuel tanks. Becca growled at him when he did that. "Why would you do that?! You damaged my Tower!" She hated it when he did these crazy Maneuvers. Closing off the damaged fuel tubes, her fuel levels dropped some, but for a Tower fuel was abundant.

Pushing forward she locked in her missiles, and with a grin on her face. She fired targeting Natural Guard Vails. Nothing was stopping Becca from hunting down these bastards she slammed 3 Natural guards with missiles. She sped to them using her rifle at close range she fired putting one shot a piece dead center of their chest. Once she finished she flew off, hearing Jinga she chuckled. "Oh you sped off into the middle of a fire-fight then screaming my name. Cute." She said teasing. Pushing her thruster to the max she flies in at Xol and Jinga.
She appeared behind him as three shots meant for the Xol's hit the Tower. But it was no issue she expanded her shields, and there was only minor damage. "I am here let's get into this station." She turned to the attacking Natural guard. She let loose with her homing lasers cutting one out of the two in half. "Damn flies." She growls, turning away she flies to the Station hanger guard. Stabbing her blade into the slit she starts to pry it open. She pushed the Tower limits as always she managed to break open and slide one side of the anger door open after a few moments. " Hey, Slowpoke we are in." She scouts holding the door open for him as it tried to close. "Hurry up can't hold it forever." She says seeing men in suits firing at her from the inside, small arm was nothing to the Tower's armor. A few Anti-Vial weapons hit as she countered by dropping some anti-personal mines inside an explosion was heard. "I hate traitors." She says having bad memories of an old squad mate. The door was grinding turning to close but holding firm the Tower didn't move. "Hurry up or I'll save this place without you." She says calm about the situation.

Inside Natalie watched on with joy she didn't know who was in those Vial she was seeing but it was love at first sight for her. Their control, experience, and the use of their veils to the fullest. She would have to have a private moment with what she was seeing if she wasn't in danger. She shook her head and focused as she made a line to the Xol and Tower. "Hello…Hello can you hear me?" she called out as she could help them by telling them where the enemies were.
Molly looked at Natalie and sighed softly as she knew she was overly excited by what she was seeing. Of course, neither was paying attention to the traitor in the room with them as they were trying to sabotage them.

 

[Verse]

They always tried to equip Xol to the fullest, but the reengineering they'd done to the 3D actualization, which was its mobility schematics and construction, would have been wasted if he packed on too much gear. That's why he always opted for a lighter loadout, so he could make up for it with technique and velocity. But that also meant he'd have to scavenge throughout the battles. Most of the time it was by blowing Natural Guard up as bombs, or making good use of his energy vibrations blades, since they went further than some of his low caliber canons. And stealing from fallen enemies. But since he was more familiar with Tower, he'd always pilfer from it when he had the chance. Much to Mori's disapproval. That was bonus. He couldn't help but smile in his helmet.

"Tower can take it, you ninny." he said and snickered. He was also usually less likely to be attacked for stealing from Tower.

He was busy cutting enemy soldiers down with the help of the magnetic delivery system, and thought too much of his set-up when Tower shadowed him. He looked up in time to see the fire clouds billow out from Tower's back, which meant it had absorbed explosions meant for him. Sempra Xol made a fist and raised the thumb. He busied himself with playing defense, jumping off the magnetic lines with enough speed to slice through Natural Guard on his arc down. It was more stress on Xol's joints but it was effective. He eventually hurried over to where Tower had made a pathway. That Vial really was stupidly strong.

He hung on Tower's shoulder when he reached and started picking people off with his own rifle. It was leaving craters in the walls and floor. Finally a perfect use to his smaller calibers. They should know better than to come at Vials with personnel weapons. He swiped his blade at an oncoming swarm of heavier artillery though, to keep them off Tower. "You need help with that?" he asked and had the cranium nod at the door Tower was keeping open. He laughed into the com and slid in, punching the hangar button to have it open correctly for as long at Mori would need to get in before he had it closed again, at least as best as it could after Tower had torn up one corner. There were Natural Guard out there, didn't want them coming in, too. They might team up with the traitors.

They were driving a handfull of tanks toward the intruders and Jinga ran behind a few heavy looking containers so they'd take the fire. By the sound of it, the rounds they were shooting packed a mean punch. He wasn't sure Tower could take it. Mori was pretty good at calculating damage efficiency. He pulled out a chaff grenade and flung it over the container. In this kind of space, however big, it would not just fry any unprotected tech, but it would singe the skin of the traitors who weren't in real battle armor, too.

"Huh?" he asked into the com. "We hear you." he liked the sound of the voice because it seemed friendly. He guessed that tone wouldn't be getting through during the heat of battle if they didn't have something friendly to say. "How's things in here? Not great we're assuming." he said and changed to the last vibration blade. "If you got a plan, or help, we'll take it."

 

[Heionmibu]

Making through the hanger doors as they closed, she landed hard on the ground." What in the…. How do you draw all the tank, you idiot?!?! "She shouted over the coms she armed and fired two smoke grenades at the tanks to give cover to them.

A shot from the tank flew past the Tower's head. " Seriously, They aren't even firing the armor-piercing shells!!" She grumbles, she wasn't mad about Tower almost getting hit. She was pissed at how these idiots weren't being efficient, raising her rifle she scanned the smoke with infrared. She fires one shot at the tank's weak spot or at least where the armor was weak. Her shot broke through and the tank was disabled. "Jinga try to disable the tanks, they are expensive. "She said with a grin knowing he sucked at doing something like that. Listening to the coms she was confused. "Who the hell is that?"



"Yes…Yes you can hear me!!! Sweet, I am Natalie chief maintenance officer here. I am in the coms room with others we need assistance and some are hurt we need medical attention." She said. "Also you in the Xol you single? How are you that good at controlling it? Why don't you open the vents so you can move more easily? The Tower behind you, are they single? Do they like cheeseburgers or are they a salad type person? I don't mind either. OH oh also " She was cut off.

Becca gets on the line and yells. "Stop with all the questions!!" She takes down another tank as she runs out of the way of another shot. "That almost scratched the paint." She growled wishing she could use missiles in here but she had to keep it to her rifle and back up guns. "We have to clear these bastards out of here." She shouts.



Natalie calms down. "Yes yes your right no more questions….One more, please. So are you two close? You seem close."She says with a smile excited by their piloting. "Ill open the Big doors for you guys but I need the security system on this side turned back on. From there we can reclaim our station so I am sending you a map. You have to get out of your Veil. But I'll send you some help to take this place."She says as the imposter is getting ready to fight. She sent the information to both of them as she was to busy typing.



"Jinga, you go Ill hold the hanger and draw their fire. Ill join you when I am done."He said to him, a tank shell hits the Tower. Jarring it hard making it drop to a knee. The armor held up, and she aimed her rifle disabling the tank and giving it a fire extra as the damage to her Tower won't just buff out.

 

[Verse]

Even though Mori was grumpy, she was in high spirits. Their metal-shell welcome hadn't dampened her fighting mood. He frowned at the idea of disabling the tanks just as the smoke spread. He used his heat filter on his cams to find debris from explosions. He picked up a handful of them. "I can be precise when I want to." he muttered in the com and twisted out from the corner of the container he hid behind to throw the scrap metal at critical points in a tank's plating. The cutting projectiles managed to disrupt something vital, and the tank shut down just in time for Jinga to return to shelter as another volley of tank shots-tried to take him down.

"Nothing wrong with their gusto..." he mumbled to himself. And then he raised a brow at the other voice assaulting them with questions. Before he could answer any of them, Mori was perturbed. It made him grin. He was also opposed to this interrogation, but he liked that it was getting to Mori. He took a handgun with his smallest caliber and extended his arm out of his hiding place, to shoot at a barrel of a tank from memory. The resulting explosion suggested he'd been able to target the ammunition inside the tank with a single shot.

"We're both single. And I may open my vents, but I was just in SPACE you maniac." he said.

The plan was viable but he twisted his head so reflexively he made Xol do the same on instinct when Tower took a hit. "Mori!" he called out before she inidcated she was ok. Things were more dire than he thought. "Fuck. Alright. Send it." he said and punched the eject button. He was shot out of Xol's chest and landed against the container side. He slid down the metal by using a small vibration knife against the surface to break his fall. By the time he hit the floor the momentum was gone. He still had the information sent in his helmet. He pointed up at Tower. "You better be careful!" he shouted as though she wasn't in his coms.

He hurried to the wall of the actual room and pulled out a vent and rolled in. It was huge so he could walk upright in it as he made his way. He counted on Mori for a distraction or protection. "So. Where do I plug in?" he asked the new voice. "Natalie?"

 

[Heionmibu]

Mori grumbles at Jinga a bit mad that he would give out personal information like that. She was more irritated by the weirdo asking a dozen questions. But she needed to focus she kept the tanks pinned but still had to worry about others coming up with Anti-Veil weapons. " Hurry up Jinga." She says under her breath as she ducks behind cover due to tank fire as she kept Xol safe while he is gone.

Natalie was ready to answer Jinga, but Molly screamed as the imposter shocked her with a power cable they pulled from a panel. Molly dropped twitching as her system was failing. "Molly!! You bastard." With a gun drawn on her, she gasped.

" Shut up Missy, You and you bot here been a pain in our sides. Now that we have you you are done." He said moving to her after dropping the cable. "Thanks for getting one of those guys out of their Mech. Now open these doors and let my men in. Maybe we will let you live. "He demanded as she shook her head no. "No? Really, Brave no one is here to save you." He says.

Natalie grins softly. " Molly how do we feel about Traitors." Molly system kicked back on, as she fired a spike from her wrist that landed in the man's leg. With him screaming it gave time for Natalie to transform her arm into her arc cutter as she stabs him in the stomach. She grabbed the gun disarming him. She pushed him back as he hit the floor with a loud thumb. Exhaling as her blood-covered arm transformed back she speaks." Sorry had a bit of an issue here." She says looking to Molly as she was down that command was a trigger to jolt her online for the moment.


"Okay the panel you want should be right in front of you. It should be a large one with two lights on it. The red light should be on if it is good. Meaning that the door is still sealed. "She says calmly. "I need you to kill the power to the lower levels of the base. Once that is done I can take control from her and I can purge the station for us. Easy right? Then I can find out more about you and your friend."She says typing happily on the console.

 

[Verse]

His impulse was to call out at what was happening on the other side, but he held it back. He instead hurried through the vents. Gravity on bases were always a bit different, depending on the make and model, and he made a point out of existing mostly on earth-setting when he could, mostly for retention of bone density, but also for strength. This base, catering to Centralings who preferred comfort and put a lot of their faith in tech, had it set just a bit lower. It made it easier for the human to bound forward, following the map projected in front of him, courtesy of the currently distressed Natalie.

He did feel relieved when Natalie talked to him again. Just by the noises, it could have gone either way. He didn't know why he trusted her, but he had a soft spot for techs and mechanics, if they knew how to do their job, and here she was, trying to save her base, with what seemed like a dismal amount of resources. Someone like that who could take care of themselves was also impressive. It reminded him of Mori, of course. He grinned. "Not bad for a nerd." he joked.

He came to a sliding stop when she pointed the goal out. He stood infront of the panel, with hands on either side of it. The light she was speaking of was in his face. He nodded into the com and straightened his posture and looked around. There was a path from this vent that would lead him downward. It looked like taking that slide would hurt, though. "Lover levels you you say. Will the coms work there?" he asked but he had already moved over to the hole, looking down. "Either way..." he muttered to himself and skipped forward over the metal slope.

His world was turning and imploding. He knew to protect his soft spot and his skull. If it had just been free falling at least the journey would have been painless, but he seemed to be hitting debris, tumbling down, every inch of the way. He grunted, and hissed and he was sure she heard it all, as would Mori. And eventually, when he had evaded enough catastrophe, he slowed his roll and found a good object to break his speed against. It was metal, but it was hollow. It was still shaking when he got up on his knees and hands to cough.

"Fuck." he said and used the box to pull himself upright. "Natalie. You there?" he asked and looked around, wiping his lips with the back of his wrist. He kicked some debris out of his way and started walking toward a lit area. He hoped it was more than just a forgotten exit sign. "Did you hear that, Mori?" he asked with a smile she couldn't see. "Pretty cool right?" It would seem he was lightening up, despite the dire situation.