Meeting of the Mighty Minds
Timestamp: Shortly before the takedown of Machariah.
Location: A meeting room in FGTL HQ. Not in a basement, this time.
Authors: Hyuuey, O-ring, Ei, Skorpy.
Characters: Skorpion, Tiffaney, Shiori, Ei, Draken, Lizzie, Alexis, Lola, Eva, John, Mary, Devin, and Lucius.
Shiori and Ei arrived via teleport. After they waved off the usual sense of vertigo, the two looked about, and figured they were in the right place for the meeting, if just a little too early.
"Figures she'd send us before everyone else." Shiori mused.
"I feel like I left my stomach back there... Teleportation always feel like this?" Ei asked, trying to recompose himself.
"Wouldn't know, being allergic to magic and all." Skorpion commented from right behind the couple. "Incidentally, you're lucky in that regard; if I hadn't sensed you coming, you'd have ended up inside the table."
"I'd rather not be an Abstract Daddy. It'd be hard to fight that way."
"A...whonow?" Shiori looked non-plussed, but shook her head. "Anyways, not magic. Least, they say so."
"Some high technology shit. I learned to stop asking questions a long time ago. Except for one:" Ei paused. "What do you have in mind?"
"Clarke's third law." Skorpion pointed out. "Anyway. The gist of the plan is that he's going to attack that big US airbase, Yokota, sometime soon. If he hasn't started moving on it already, at least."
"Yokota? My platoon's there! I mean, I sent out a warning, indirectly, but they don't have time to prepare a defense."
"True. And if I warn them, he'll know that I know what he's up to. And, of course, if they know that I know what he's doing, they'll assume I know what they're doing, and change so I don't know any more." Skorpion pointed out. "So, my second proposal is to invade from the other side, just after he does. All the defences will be pointed the other way, so we just blitzkrieg on through them, steal whatever we can, disable the rest, and continue on to the Temple."
"What kind of forces and weapons are we gonna be having? You mentioned my mech in passing, but it's a manual, and Ei and I are going to be 'ported in at some point, according to Brittany." Shiori crossed her arms and tried to stand in a more comfortable pose.
"Nobody told me about that. Go get your mech. and she should be able to teleport it in. Otherwise, I can arrange transport for you to get it to the scene. Ei, if you could find yours, that'd also help. Mine is still busted, sadly; I had it partly working, but then had to scavenge it for parts for the shuttle. Anyway! You two go in first, and open up the defences after the initial artillery barrage. The rest of the forces will follow you, and continue on to the Temple if you can't get out the airbase in time to lead them."
"You mentioned something about a Temple?"
"Yeah, that's where he's hiding out. The Temple of Ping."
"D4N1 should be kept away from the airbase. She left a few disparaging words for our lead AI before she left. Keep her on the sharp end on the temple assault." Ei suggested. "You might want to give me something to give her so she doesn't wind up taking friendly fire. Some kind of IFF transponder."
"Oh, sure. You two should wear one too; artillery will use them to steer away from you, as we don't have the time for a preliminary bombardment. We'll just be shelling it as we attack it. Shiori, you might want a parasol or something; the fire will probably steer away from Ei and onto you. You can take it, he's squishier."
"Y'know, an umbrella. The kind of thing you keep from getting wet in the rain or to protect yourself from the harsh sun." Ei joked.
That earned him a nudge. "I'll think about it, but my on-ground fighting style tends to involve a lack of weaponry."
"So I've seen."
"Hell, loot weapons from the dead and use 'em. Best way to return enemy ordnance to them. S'what I'm doin'."
"See, I'm just testing out new weapons today." Skorpion replied, pulling out what resembled a shotgun, if a shotgun had a barrel wider than a baby's head.
"Looks like something out of Borderlands. Hyperion or Tediore? Does it explode when reloading?" Ei asked, still joking.
"What? It's a grenade launcher, mostly. I can't be having with low-velocity anything, so it's using bottlenecked cartridges to fire the grenades now, and also supports upszed mini-rockets; y'know, in case I need to take out a tank or something."
"Speaking of armour, do you know what these guys have? Type 74s, Type 90s, what?" Ei asked, referring to tanks in current and past use in the SDF.
"Basically, if the SDF have used it, it's there. I think they've got a few T-72s kicking around, since they raided one of my shipments."
"So not much compared to my mech, or D4N1, or anyone else really." Shiori shifted her stance. "What about bringing in Jillian? She's been itching to use Jackson, from what I've heard."
"Jillian? Who's Jillian?"
"My, uh, unfortunate-age-stopped sister."
"I got that... Can... can we get back to the planning... Please...?"
"Any help would be welcomed. But sure. You go in through this wall here; call for help if you can't make it over." Skorpion said, pointing to a diagram drawn on a nearby smartboard.
"Sounds simple enough. Any alternates in case we hit a snag?"
"Engineering equipment's on standby. Can even give you a mech-scale shovel if you want. Otherwise, pick a different spot of the wall to scale."
"And EZs when all is said and done?"
"You can truck off with our ground forces once the area's pacified. This isn't just a straight in and out; we're going in and rooting out every single cultist of his, and killing the man himself. And we're going to make it STICK. Oh, and don't shoot at any dragons you see. Former resident wants his home back, so he's helping us for a discount."
"Dragons indeed. Good thing I recieved your memo in time, Skorpion. Was nearly late." A new voice called out from the door. When Ei and Shiori looked over, they saw a rather smug looking EDS, dressed relatively casually but still well enough for the trained eye to know he meant business. Whatever business that might be. Standing dutifully behind him was a woman in a skimpy meido outfit, sporting a pair of draconic wings, ears, and tail to match. An awkwardly placed badge on her chest declared her to be "Lizzie".
"Are you still on the base side of things, or have we gotten to the part where I step in?"
"I've gotten to the 'don't shoot at the dragons' part." Skorpion explained. "That's going to be relayed through the entire force, just in case someone has been playing too much Skyrim lately."
"Yes, because far too many people believe that they will become more powerful simply by killing one of us. Idiots." The EDS rolled his eyes, and leaned against a wall. "So these two are going to be your front runners?" He motioned to the two soldiers, eyeing the both of them.
"Yeah, we are." Shiori answered back as she shifted into a more defensive posture. "What's your role?"
"Along with Alexis, yes. They are going to be helping with the attack on the Temple; drawing fire, breathing fire, and so forth."-
"Hang on a sec..." Ei said, holding a hand up as he dug into a pocket, producing a flask. Said flask was quickly drunk in short order then returned to the pocket. "Okay, continue..." Ei got a slightly dirty look from Shiori in the short time.
Draken turned an amused grin to the soldier. "Oh? You can handle mechas, overly-busted super-soldier snow leopard girls, a megalomaniac bent on world destruction, but two dragons, and you're hitting the bottle?" There was a slight cackle to his voice.
Lizzie canted her head at Ei, her thick tail swaying behind her.
"Just destructon of super-soldiers, far as I can tell. Oh, and of Sealand." Skorpion pointed out.
"I am waaaaaay out of my comfort... comfort szooone... So it's all... S'all gotta be taken in mediation.. Moderation..."
Lizzie sniffed, a forked tongue flicking out of her mouth briefly. "Methanol and single malt whisky, with a slight hint of ceramic and spring water... You could de-ice aircraft with that! In Siberia! And you're DRINKING it?"
"S'th'only thing I can-" Ei paused to cover his mouth as he burped. "S'cuse me... S'only thing that... I can get hammered... hammered with... Short term... Helps."
Shiori gave Ei a slightly-harder-than-normal nudge with her elbow.
"A fair negative for your augmented abilities, I am sure. Now, Skorpion, have you made any mention of the Temple's defenses?" Draken turned his gaze back over to the Prince of Sealand.
Skorpion sighed. "I was getting to that part when you walked in. Shall we continue this when Ei's sobered up a little?"
"I'm sober now. Like I said, short term."
"Sorry I'm late!" Alexis called out as she jogged into the room. "Lost track of time. I was distracted by things and stuff." She said before walking up to the table. "So, What are we talking about?" She asked with an odd abundance of energy, her mostly-reformed ear flicking on occasion as her tail wagged.
"Okay, anyone else? Any magical girls sneaking in or anything?"
"Me, I'm here now too. Sorry. I didn't notice the time at the gym." Tiffaney said apologetically. Ei took a moment to place Shiori between himself and Tiff. Shiori gave him an odd look, but didn't comment.
"Well well, nice to meet you in person, Tiffaney." Draken held out a hand to her.
"Likewise." Tiffaney said cheerfully as she accepted his hand. "I must say, it's a pleasure to be working alongside the two of you."
Draken grinned widely, and kissed her hand in a gentlemanly fashion. "It shall be an interesting experience, yes." He let her hand go, and stepped back, watching Skorpion. Whether it was to gauge his reaction or simply to listen to the Prince's meeting, it was hard to say.
"Oh, well." Tiffaney coughed into her hand. "I can't say I expected that in this day and age. You're quite the gentleman."
Skorpion's eyes narrowed slightly as he glared at Draken. "So, to reiterate. Mechs go in here, over the wall. If you can't get over it, and can't blow it up, call for engineering to tear it down or slap a bridge over the top. Mickey's forces will be attacking from this direction, so we will be following the mechs in. Armour and mechs hit Mickey's forces head-on, after punching through the rear of the American forces. This will accomplish Objective #1; Wreck His Shit. We are not firing on the Americans, but we ARE taking whatever we can of their toys. Especially the ones Mickey's going to be stealing; anything he steals, we steal off him; fair game there. Otherwise, try and disguise what you've stolen. Lexi, your mech will be disguised so it doesn't look like one of theirs." He paused, adding lines to the smartboard to indicate directions. "This will accomplish Objective #2: Steal Whatever Isn't Nailed Down."
"Then, after punching through the bulk of Mickey's forces, we spread out and mop up briefly. Emphasis on briefly; assault forces will be heading straight for the Temple after this, to break in and acheive Objective #3; Kill That Bastard And Make Him Pay. Once he's dead and his forces are committed to dying where they stand or while they flee, we continue to Objective #4; Rescue The Princess." He pointed to another set of lines on the board, with attached arrows, and a pink magic wand in the middle of the Temple. "I have a fairly good idea of where Elsie is, so we deal with the guards neatly. No blood, no mess, nothing to traumatise her. Then we break her out of the cell and get her out of the combat zone before she starts assigning personalities to tanks and weapons." More pointing, more lines. "Then we continue to Objective #5; Loot And Pillage. Mickey's gear only; we are NOT permitted to remove any Pingite tech remaining in the building. Once that is complete, we segue to Objective #6; Get The Fuck Out. Any questions?"
"Question!" Ei said, hand shooting into the air. "What if the princess is in another castle?"
Skorpion moved quickly; drawing a pistol and shooting Ei neatly between the eyes with a rubber bullet. "She isn't. Any other questions?"
"Worth it... Totally... worth it..."
Skorpion shot him again, hitting him in the solar plexus. "Hush, the adults are talking. Also, a note. Do not shoot the dragons, they are on our side." Shiori shook her head at the shenanigans.
"I'll pass that along to D4N1. Knowing her she'd want the challenge..."
"Are we sure Elsie'll be safe? The building was, well. Condemned. Wasn't it?" Alexis asked as she sat cross-legged in a chair.
"I have it on good authority that it isn't going to fall down, even after a good artillery bombardment. Make sure you switch your trackers on, though; privacy takes a back seat to not being hit by artillery, here."
"Will do." Alexis conceded.
"Umm. Where do I fit into the plan?" Tiffaney asked with a raised pointer finger.
"You're in the first wave,just after the mechs. You're a good enough fighter for it, and it'll let you get your hands on any sciencey loot first, before someone's blown it up or run it over." Skorpion explained, putting the gun away.
Draken simply watched all of this with a faint look of interest on his face. When there was a pause: "I will be in charge of the more...unknown aspects of the Temple. Few surprises for the enemy, some defenses for allies, so forth. Lizzie, here," He made a motion to the maid, "Should be capable enough to help rescue and fly out said princess."
Lizzie saluted, straightening up. "Hai!~"
Shiori muttered under her breath to Ei, "Lizzie? Seriously?"
"Reminds me of Rampage just a bit... I can see her scaling a building to eat someone out of their apartment." He whispered back.
"At any rate, I will be understanding of a degree of destruction to the Temple. My plans alone will cause a fair amount of damage, as will the airstrikes." Draken made a small motion towards Skorpion. "That said, I must ask that outside of the areas that will need to be cleaned of the Mashimac filth, do not wander. With what I am doing, the sensors as old as they are, I may accidentally cause some unwanted harm."
"Wouldn't be the first time I've triggered a trap." Ei mused, remembering Lola's bear trap and arrow device. "You don't think he's figured out how to use them himself, do you?"
"Considering that I am standing before you of my own free will, no. He has not." Draken responded with a confident smirk. "He will have, at best, a rudimentary control of basic needs, but nothing else."
"He'll have tried, and set his own up if he's failed. Standard training, alongside anything that bastard AI can cook up."
"What about his 'soldiers?' How hard will they fight?"
"They're either mercenaries or indoctrinated cultists. In general, expect anyone who can hit you to flee, and the rest to fight to the bitter end. We will be encircling the Temple apart from a corridor for retreat, which will be beaten with artillery and airstrikes. Anyone foolish enough to join that madman against me deserves what they get."
Shiori piped up, "Weaponry, outside of the tank thing? We expecting handguns, rifles, what?"
"Probably the usual menagerie of small arms you'd expect from the SDF's armories and whatever Skorp's people use." Ei pointed out to Shiori. "That aside, I've seen the type before. The cultists, I mean. We had two kinds of insurgents that tried shooting at us in Iraq: the local loonies and the foreign fighters."
"The locals weren't all that great a shot, wasted ammo firing at everything, and typically wound up a grease stain on the pavement. The foreign fighters were the professionals, the guys who've been around the block a time or two. Those guys were the scary ones. They also wound up as grease stains on the pavement."
"GSDF stuff as he said, plus a variety of small arms from Russia and eastern Europe. They've also got a shitton of ammo, assuming they got the entire contents of the shipment they raided." Skorpion explained. "The bastards sank Ahab. Most of what we steal is likely going to be used to pay off the collateral I owe the Russians on his sub."
"Who was Ahab again?" Alexis asked. "And when were we planning on recovering that sub?"
"Cap'n Ahab, cptain of the OCS STFU, which was, until the MSDF sank it, involved in moving finished goods and kemonomimi migrants to the Americas, and bringing raw materials and assorted military surplus back here, with occasional trips to Russia. As for recovery? Likely after we recover the STFU, which is currently depending on Devin finding a suitable oil exploration platform for us to steal." Skorpion explained. "I think that's on hold so he and Whisp can study for exams, though."
"Pfff. study." Alexis said with a smirk. "But isn't the nuclear sub a little more important then a cargo ship?"
"The sub isn't ours; it was a lease."
"Still that could be quite the eco-disater if that reactor is leaking into the sea." Alexis argued.
"She does have a point dear. We should prioritize recovering that." Tiffaney tagged in.
"If it was cracked, we'd have seen the plume of steam and boiling sea by now. The fact that I haven't been yelled at by the UN about it shows that it's fine. Besides; it's in deeper water than the STFU. Don't want to screw up working with our newly stolen toy in deep ocean where we can't just re-float it."
"Heck, I'll go. Could use time time away from the city, but right now we still have to deal with the temple. Anything else we need to be aware of?" Alexis asked.
"Dragons, mechs, lines of assault, artillery... Oh! He's probably going to have a LOT of anti-air weaponry on the walls."
"You gonna just pound the 'Triple A' with arty or do you have SEAD lined up?"
"Don't have time for preliminary anything; the artillery's coming down just as you hit the walls. If they get warning, they might hurt Elsie, and then there'll be hell to pay. Just switch on your jammers once you get close, and the artillery should take care of the rest. Radar is weak against shrapnel."
"Point taken. When do we roll out?"
"An hour. Go change; you can't pilot a mech in your pyjamas, even if they've got pictures of gundams on them." Skorpion looked to Alexis as he said that, raising an eyebrow meaningfully.
"What?" Alexis asked, her ears perking as she stared at him.
Skorpion pointed to her. "Look down."
Alexis inhaled deeply as if to say 'damnit' before looking down. "DAMNIT!" She yelled. "Fine, I got stuff to do, be back... Later!" She said, waving dismissively before sprinting out of the room.
"I've got something to take care of. C'mon, Shiori. We gotta arm up." Ei said, turning to leave.
"I'm ready whenever you need me, darling. I'll just avoid starting anything too time consuming until then." Tiffaney said with a smile as she walked out of the room.
Lucius ambled in as people filtered out. 'Sorry; magical girl emergency. I miss anythin'?'
"Don't shoot the dragons, mind the mecha, you get to wreck another US airbase, and we leave in an hour. Also, tar down as many of the air defences as possible before they shoot you down."
'Bah, nae enough time fer a nap?' Lucius complained, turning to head out again. 'But aye, I'll do whae I can.'
"Incidentally? Morning sex is not a 'magical girl emergency', even if it IS with one." Skorpion pointed out. "And no, I'm not watching cameras in your room, you just have that smirk on your face again."
'Ye donnae get tae judge; ye cannae say nae te the wee lassie either.' Lucius pointed out.
"At least find better excuses. Also? Daily reminder that if you ever hurt her, I'll find a way to kill you."
"Lola, you in here?" Ei called out in Lola's garage. He had turned out in M-84 Woodlands BDUs, plate carrier, and a Blackhawk brand tactical ballcap. "I need to ask something of you."
Lola peered out from underneath a big red Cadillac DeVille. "What, right now?"
"Yes, now... I don't have a lot of time, I'm afraid." Ei said as he pulled an envelope out of a mag pouch. "This... This is very important."
Lola twitched an ear, hauling herself out from under the car and reaching up to take the envelope. "Are you seriously giving me one of those envelopes?"
"Yes... I just want to be damn sure, in the event that this fails. In the event that I die." he replied, taking a breath before pulling up a toolbox to sit on. "I want to thank you for these last few weeks. You and Shiori both have been a driving force, keeping me going."
Lola hauled herself the rest of the way out, tucking the envelope carefully down into her overalls. "You're welcome. It must be hard, losing an arm and being separated from everyone..."
"I worry most about my family. I want to make sure they're taken care of after- If... If I die. Yeah, my brother's an officer too, but he's just one man and he's still got his career ahead of him." Ei replied, "Well... I've got to go get my weapons. Shiori's getting kitted up right now. You still got that liquor we found?"
"Some of it, yeah. Why, want to finish off a bottle before you go get shot at?"
"If I come back. If not then you can have it."
"I have a better idea." Lola answered, stepping up to poke him in the chest. "How about you remember that you're a badass super-soldier who survived having his arm torn off, you go out, you kick ass, and then you come back and get stupid drunk with me?" She grinned, leaning in to kiss him softly. "And that you're damn near immortal. Okay?"
"Okay." Ei replied, rising then giving her a hug. "I'll come back." That said, Ei turned to leave, hoping it wouldn't be for the last time.
"Just remember that I'm not just your loyal bunny waifu who'll wait for you to come home. I have a club to rebuild, and you'd damn well better come back to help finish it." Lola called after him, pouting.
"I will. Better keep a seat warm for me. I'll be frequenting the new place."
As the door shut, Lola sat down heavily on the toolbox, sniffling quietly. "No fair, giving me feels like that..."
"Eva? You in here?" Skorpion asked as he stepped into the armoury. "I mean, your phone's here, and so's your new armour, so it stands to reason..."
"Yeah, I'm here!" Evangeline said as she stepped around a corner, clad in her new armour. "I was just getting myself ready."
"ah, good." Skorpion examined her carefully as she stepped out, checking the fit of her armour. "You okay with that? Full mobility for your wings?"
Eva spread her wings, giving an experimental flap. "Mhm!" She assured with a smile.
"And the weight? You've had to sacrifice some protection to keep you light enough to fly, so you'll have to avoid fire a bit."
"It's not too heavy, so I should still be able to fly pretty good."
"You might have to drop some gear if you're too heavy. You taking a gun?" Skorpion asked, gesturing to a set of shelves piled with them.
Evangeline nodded in understanding. "I'll be taking an SMG or something light so I don't get weighed down."
Skorpion rummaged briefly in the array of guns beneath his coat, before handing her an H&K MP7 to her, along with a harness containing a few spare magazines. "Here; these weigh barely anything, and still punch through armour."
"Thank you!" Eva said as she accepted the harness and equipped it. She then accepted her weapon and gave Skorpion a hug. "Keep safe out there."
"I'll be fine; I'm nearly bulletproof and I regenerate anyway. You're the squishy caster here. Also, keep low to the ground until the air defences are down, and turn your tracker on."
Eva nodded, giving him a Largoist salute. "Yes sir!"
Skorpion returned the salute, before reaching out to pat her on the shoulder. "Stay with the second wave like we discussed, and don't get shot. The last part's an order; the last thing we need is our healer going down."
"I'll do my best!" Eva said enthusiastically.
"John?" Skorpion asked, after knocking on the wolfboy's door. "Got time for a word?"
It was a short time before the door opened for Skorpion. "Am I needed?" The wolfboy asked indifferently.
"Sort of. Just letting you know that we're heading out, and that it's up to you to hold the fort. I'd take you with us, but your arm's not finished."
"Shall I join Mary at the lobby?" Johnathan asked.
Skorpion paused; he'd forgotten about the whole literal thing."... Sure, why not. She might like some company out there." He shrugged.
"Understood." Johnathan affirmed, claiming one of his swords before heading on his way.
"Why do I have the feeling I've made a terrible mistake. Ah, well. What's the worst that can happen?"
"Alright, one more time, what are you to do once you get in?" Draken asked as he paced a bit in front of his maid-dragon. They had managed to snag a relatively secure room off to the side of the meeting place.
"Find a computer, download your porn stash to a portable drive, and wipe it from the system before the Largoists can find your petabytes of bunnygirl and cowgirl yuri doujin?" Lizzie asked, smirking.
That earned her a light thwap to the nose. "No, that's not it. Try again." He responded with a smirk.
"Switch on the coffee machine, activate the defences, and get a joint of beef going?"
"Closer." Draken gave her a small poke again. "We may not be as worried as the rest, but we do need to show some form of concern in all this."
"Lock the data core down, shut the armoury tightly, then start eating cultists?"
"Very good, though I do not recommend eating them. They'll be horrible. Now, for the princess. Where are you taking her?" Draken paused on his pacing, and waited for her.
"I'm sure as hell not taking her here. Have you SEEN the beards on some of these Largoists? They look positively Viking. I'm not flying anywhere near this place. I'm taking her to the Academy." And seeing if I can swipe a schoolgirl outfit while I'm there... She added mentally.
"Good plan. I have heard of their defenses, she will be safe there." He resumed his pacing. "On the off chance things go pear shaped, you are to be her guardian 'till Skorpion or a representative comes to collect her."
Lizzie snapped to attention and saluted. "Yes Sah! Are you going to be telling them where I'm taking her? Or am I going to have to text while flying?"
Draken pondered this. "We'll tell Skorpion and Tiffaney, but no one else. Just in case."
Lizzie nodded, flicking an ear. "Do you have a contingency plan in case anyone shoots me down? Stinger missles hurt."
Another long pause. Then, a cocky chuckle. "That's easy enough."
"You... You will come rescue me if that happens, right?" Lizzie asked, looking up at him with a wibble.
"In a heartbeat. The irony of a dragon rescuing two princesses would be too good an opportunity to pass up." He smirked widely, but the meaning behind his words were clear.
Lizzie hugged him impulsively, squeezing tight and lifting him off the floor.
"Heh. Decorum, Lizzie." Draken patted her head nonetheless.
"Oh! Johnathan! What brings you up here?" Mary asked, tilting her head and ears curiously.
"Skorpion assigned me to a defensive role. I am here to provide additional security." Johnathan stated plainly.
"Okay..." Mary looked at him, then at the closed door, then back to him again. "Would you like a seat? It's been a while since I've had the door properly guarded."
"Very well." Johnathan agrred before taking a seat at the desk and waiting attentively.
Mary observed him briefly, before failing a will save and patting him on the head. "Who's a good doggy?"
"Sorry, I do not know."
"It's you! You're a good doggy!" Mary responded, continuing to pet him. "Yes you are!"
"I see. Thank you." Johnathan said as he idly accepted the petting, enjoying it in a Johnathan kind of way.
"So. I suppose you're wondering why you're all here?" Skorpion asked, looking between Tiffaney, Alexis, and Devin (who was present by way of a tablet slung under a quadcopter drone).
"I must admit, I'm rather curious." Devin said as he ran a daignostic check on Lockdown who was off-screen.
"Yeah, did ya forget somethin' at the briefing?" Alexis asked.
"No, this is just between the four of us. Namely, what happens if I lose the fight." Skorpion sighed. "I don't intend to, but it's a possibility. He's stronger and faster than me."
"If we lose, we die. Plain and simple." Alexis said in a no duh sorta way. Epecially considering 3 out of the four of us are gonna be on the front lines."
"I should be there too. I could try to hack him again." Devin offered as Tiffaney fidgeted nervously.
"You don't need to be, actually." Skorpion grinned. "You can use me as a relay to get to him. I have all the same hardware he does, only I have better peripherals. I'm a walking wi-fi hotspot, after all, so you can patch into me from a relay, then use my signal to hack into him. Anyway, contingency plans! If I go down, you need to recover the body. If you don't do that, there's no chance of me coming back. If you do, there is a program with instructions on it in my lab., and the tube I used last time." He pointed to another smartboard, which switched on to show a picture of the tube in question.
"There's a fresh backup, taken last night. I won't remember anything past then. Once the body is finished. you need to load the backup into it. This may be tricky; it doesn't come out as a blank shell. There will be resistance. They will try and push back. Ignore their protests; it's my body, and I will be wanting it back. If we lose the battle, you are to grab the system and go underground. Get as far away as possible as fast as possible, and find somewhere secure before bringing me back. Once that's done, we can rebuild."
"That's morbid as fuck, dude." Alexis said, looking a little weirded out. "So the body's like, a person and we sortof... Mach him? Isn't that kinda fucked up a bit?"
"Irrelevant. The pressing issue is I can't hack him without line of sight." Devin stated before rolling his eyes. "Like THAT makes any sense." He complained in a teenager sort of way.
"How would we move the equipment?" Tiffaney asked. "There's only so much I can carry, and we'd have to get Johnny and Eva too..."
"It's all palletised in case of this, so just get it into a truck and take that. If there's nobody about, one of the drones will load it. Lucius should be around to help, unless they take him down too. I know you don't like him, but I trust him and he's pretty much unkillable. If he's down as well, leave him and run. He'll recover on his own and find you somehow. And yes, it is messed up, but that's how it works. That's what I did last time, and it's why I don't remember the demon invasion. I wasn't THERE. Can I rely on you to do this, and not to tell Arella or Elsie any of the details? Ever?"
"Don't worry. We won't tell them, but won't Arella and Elsie be in danger unless we take them too?" Tiffaney asked.
"Take them, but don't tell them any of the details of bringing me back. Don't even let them see the machine. Devin, could you use my eyes to get line of sight on him?"
"I won't." Tiffaney promised.
"Dunno. Maybe if I had line of sight on you?" Devin suggested. "I haven't exactly had many trial runs with this."
"I'll try and call him out somewhere in the open, then. Otherwise, we need to work together on this. You were designed to take me down working together, so with me taking John's role you should be fine with taking down Mickey. Plus, of course, my army is better trained and equipped than the one you were meant to be working with anyway, plus you'll have a Lancer."
"That's better! No more talking about losing. Let's go out there and kick ass!" Alexis said with a confident smile and a fist clenched in front of her.
"Go, team." Devin cheered an a intentionally half-assed manner.
"Let's not forget I'll be there too~" Tiffaney added with her usual brand of happy.
Draken was just leaving his and Lizzie's taken room, when he ran into another super soldier. He gave a cursory glance over to the prosthetic. "Ah, you're the one that Machine Wash demolished half the park to get to. Impressive that you survived the altercation."
Ei looked up from his book. He had been psyching himself up with both Starship Troopers and a healthy amount of Manowar.
"Y-yeah... It wasn't easy. Kinda fell into a dark hole after that." he replied, pausing his music player and closing the book. The player was installed to the computer grafted to his brain. It made tuning people out all the more easy.
"Let me guess. Self loathing, deep seated hatred on the one that caused you pain, lashing out at others around you?" The dragon guessed with a sly grin on his face.
"Actually a 'pregame' ritual our platoon had. Has... It's something we do." he replied, trying to find the right words. "At the NTC, when we're being flown into the combat area in our Lancers, Specialist Pyle would pipe in music over the radio. We'd normally use Slayer but there was this one time that he played Manowar for us. Next thing I know we're all singing to 'Sons of Odin.'"
Draken nodded. "Yes, I am familiar with the psychological side of warfare, both giving and recieving. Bards would accompany those that attempted to, quote, 'slay me'. Didn't work, as you can see."
"So noted. Which reminds me, I've got to apologize for earlier. I've been yanked way out of my comfort zone."
"No harm done." Draken waved him off. "What are your abilities, if I may ask?"
"I'm apparently a Tier 6 healer, have vast weapons training, and I'm an Armored Infantryman. That last one, though, my AI is going to be on her own out there." he replied.
"Tier 6? Not bad. And you run one of the mech devices too. Noted, very noted." Draken nodded along again.
"So... You want your home back, huh? I'd be pissed if people were squatting in my old place. Given the nature of your quarry I take it a simple eviction notice isn't going to cut it."
"It is not quite my home. It is more a place that took me in in a dangerous time, though admittedly I was quickly forgotten about. Nonetheless, I am honorbound to at least get rid of the idiots that pervade the halls."
"They are idiots, from what I've heard. Most fanatics are. Like I said in the briefing, the ones I'm most worried about are the professional soldiers."
"Feh, professional or not, I will be able to handle them easily. Once I get into the systems, they will be easy pickings for you and the others." Draken dismissed the notion entirely.
"How long will that take? Until said systems are under your control it's my ass and several others getting shot at." Ei said, somewhat irritated. "I may be a Tier 6 but I can still bleed out. That almost killed me."
"Hm, considering the systems, what damage there may be, added by him or time, and my own systems...." Draken made a show of counting on his fingers. "A few seconds." Confidence was just dripping from his words. "And once I do, heh...he'll be in for a surprise."
"What kind of surprise?" Alexis suddenly asked from about two steps behind Ei, wearing her combat armour. "The bullet kind, explodey kind, or other?"
"The unpleasant-and-many-won't-survive kind."
"Care to give me some spoilers?" Alexis asked as she stepped around Ei to form the conversation triangle.
"I'm curious as well. I had considered seeing if I could have D4N1's core rigged as a suicide bomb in case we fail, given that hardly anything survives a nuclear explosion. But she doesn't quite share my pessimism, so that's off the table."
"You're not nuking Tokyo, regardless of whether or not your mech is cool with it." Alexis stated before offering Ei a left handed handshake. "Formal greeting. I'm Alexis, trained by secret supersoldier project, yatta yatta, broke out, now I'm here. Hi."
"Capt- Major... Major Eikichi Ramirez-Kisaragi. US Army." Ei replied, returning the handshake. "I've heard about a few other programs. Really felt like I was a one of a kind since I survived mine."
While the two exchanged their greetings, Draken went on: "A tiny spoiler is that it involves walls. Lots of walls."
"Walls? So you're Donald Trump now?"
"Topical." Alexis applauded. "A lot of foresight on the memeist massacre in twenty-sixteen, or pure chance?" She snarked with a grin. "We gotta kill them with the walls!"
"They'll be the greatest walls they'll ever be killed by!" Ei chimed in.
"Ugh, I despise that pompous jackass. I should have killed him when I had the chance, years ago." Draken shook his head. "Can we focus on the less murderous asshole?"
"Do you have that Resedent Evil laser hall? You know, like the one where the dude got cubed?" Alexis had to know.
"I want cubesteak now. What, don't look at me like that. I have a high metabolism, okay..."
"Ditto on the metabolism, but I don't get hungry when I think of cubed human."
"As someone who's actually had to bite humans in the past, I agree. You beings are just too gamey. Bleh."
"I hear, when properly cooked, human flesh tastes like ham. N-not that I've tried it... I mean... T-they touched up on the subject in 'Congo,' okay..."
"Mildly addictive too, but I pride myself more on my soft tail and fuzzy ears-ear than the taste of my flesh." Alexis said as her tail wrapped around to her chest so she could pet it as her ear flickered on occasion.
"W-we're getting off topic..." Ei said, thinking of Shiori's tail and ears. "How are you going to use walls against the enemy?"
"Crushing is an option." Alexis suggested, still petting herself.
"You will simply have to wait and see." Draken chuckled, and gave Alexis an appraising look. "Yes, impressive tail, but I believe that snow leopard from the meeting has that floof beat."
"True, but mine's bushier. Hers is slender and super soft, but mine can be used as padding for a lap pillow." Alexis said with a hint of pride.
"FLOOFIER IS BETTER!" Ei announced. "Well, that's out of my system."
"There's no denying that it's nice, but I prefer poofy foxtails." Alexis said, adding her two cents. "But now we're getting into the time-old battle of poof vs floof."
"Anything that tastes like a pig is good eating." Lizzie chimed in, grinning toothily. "Also, scales > floof." She added, prodding first Alexis and then Ei with her thick scaled tail, after somehow pronouncing a symbol. "Plus, stronger, more nimble, and also shiny."
"I think cat tails beat you in nimbleness." Alexis said with a raised finger. "Though yours definitely has an exotic appeal." The wolfgirl said, not at all feeling the slightest bit awkward about discussing tail preference in public. "But you need to admit I have soft fur." She said, offering Lizzie an opportunity to pet her tail.
Lizzie grasped the opportunity, and the tail, with both hands, stroking it softly. "Ooooh, it IS soft!" She remarked, offering her own tail to Alexis. "You're all silky smooth! Do you use special shampoo?"
Alexis blushed a bit, her tail trying to wag within Lizzie's grasp. The wolfgirl then took hold of the Dragonesses tail and ran her hand over the scales, her ears perking in surprise. "Wow? They're so smooth. Are they normally like this or do you have a trick to it?" She asked before realizing she should probably answer Lizzie's question first. "I use a hair softening shampoo before letting a fur conditioner set for most of the duration of my shower. Plus it gives it a nice spring scent." She gushed in a very un-Alexis sorta way.
"Mostly. I like to wax them nightly for extra smoothness; it's a habit I picked up while living in the Pacific. Muuch lower water resistance that way, and I also smell of honey. Which is never a bad thing." Lizzie explained, continuing to pet Alexis' tail. "Just don't touch the spikes along the top; the sides are rough, and I spent a few hours sharpening the edges this morning."
"To use as a weapon or is that just your style?" Alexis asked sticking to the portion of tail that she had been petting. "You have really gentle hands." She complemented.
"Weapon. Tail Whip not only lowers defence, but with sharp spines on top, you can also do some serious tissue damage, or even asever a limb with the right angle. And of course; I'm a qualified massage therapist! I could do your back too, once we get back from kicking ass." Lizzie offered, her hands roaming up and down Alexis' tail.
"That actually sounds amazing." Alexis said with a smile. "I've been stressed out over this for a while so I would love for you to do that for me." She said before giving Lizzie another offer. "Wanna pet my ears, too?"
"Sure!" Lizzie reached up to pet Alexis' ear, turning slightly to offer her wings in trade.
Alexis' tail, once released, flung behind her to wag rapidly as Lizzie began petting her ears. "You have perfect hands~"
"Oh by the gods they're even softer! Your boyfriend must spend so much time petting them." Lizzie exclaimed, her wings flapping for emphasis and scattering a pile of paperwork from a nearby desk with the downdraft.
Alexis reached behind Lizzie to pet her wings. "And your wings are amazing. Pretty, and intimidating too. You must take really good care of them." She said with a blush and a very content smile.
"Oh, totally. They're part of the sacred trinity of dragonhood; Wings, tail, and breath." She paused, looking at Alexis with a canted head. "So, are you an awoo or a wanwan?"
"I'm an odditiy. An awoo who was turned wanwan by the powers of love, yet still am I know to awoo." Alexis explained.
Lizzie nodded, as if that made complete sense to her.
"Holy Jesus, we have a clusterfuck in the conversation here." Ei mused, taking his book back out to resume reading. He was getting back to the drop on Klendathu, the one touched upon in the prologue.
Lizzie reached over and plucked the book from his grasp with her tail. "Don't think you can get away without petting me as well, mister."
"I've never had the opportunity to pet a dragon." Ei mused, reaching up to give her headpats.
Lizzie nuzzled into his hand. "And now you do. If you're good, you might even get another one."
"I'll take that under advisement. Now, may I please have my book back? Rico just threw the squawking bomb and that part always cracks me up." he asked, holding his hand out. "I wish we had bombs like that in Iraq and the 'Stan. Scare the fuck out of the Jihadis for sure."
"Only if you keep petting me." Lizzie conceded, pouting at him.
"Fair enough." Ei replied, resuming his ministrations.
"YOU!" Lizzie declared, pointing.
'Ken aye?' Lucius asked, tilting his head at her as his ears twitched in confusion. 'Aye, lassie, wha' d'ye wan'?'
"Is your memory as bad as your English?" Lizzie asked accusingly, stalking over to him. "You... You..."
"YOU" Lizzie shouted, slapping him hard across the face.
'OW! Wha'd ye do tha' fer? I didnae dae nuthin' tae ye, lassie!' Lucius complained, stepping back and catching Lizzie's wrist to stop the follow-up slap.
"You ABANDONED me! Not even a goodbye, not even a note, you just LEFT." Lizzie scowled at him, smoke trickling from her nostrils as her wings fanned out behind her.
Lucius shifted his head, looking at the wings speculatively. 'Nae, those look familiar... Didnae ye used tae be... Bigger?'
"You violated the second law of Dragons!"
'I'm nae a-'
"IT DOESN'T MATTER, THEY BIND YOU EVEN IF YOU'RE NOT, I SPENT HALF THE NIGHT TRYING TO GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL AND YOU STILL DON'T GET IT?" Lizzie roared at him, a tongue of flame narrowly missing Lucius' ears as he ducked.
'An' ye didnae listen tae the laws o' the clan, or the fact tha' I'd dropped out o' the sky wi' nae ken ye'd claim the loch, an' nae desire tae be in there anyways!' Lucius shot back, releasing her wrist to step back again as he straightened up.
"If this were not the eve of battle, I'd have your head as a trophy." Lizzie remarked, turning and stomping away from him.
Lucius sighed, muttering under his breath in Gaelic. He then brought his arms up in front of him as fire washed down the corridor towards him, the flames licking around the edge of an invisible shield towards him.
"I CAN UNDERSTAND THAT AND HEAR YOU PERFECTLY!" Lizzie roared again, glaring through the haze of superheated air. "Hmph!"
"Hey, what's all the yell-" Alexis was cut off by flame engulfing the hall she nearly walked into. "Well..."
"Oh, hi Alexis~" Lizzie smiled, leaning in to kiss Alexis on the cheek. "I was just berating a catboy for breaches of dragon etiquette."
Alexis smile, her tail wagging from the attention. "Hi Lizzie! I don't even think he knows what etiquette is." She said as she gave her newest friend a hug.
Lizzie returned the hug enthusiastically. "Oh, that's why I was flaming him. You don't just invade someone's home and expect to leave again. Especially if you land in someone's food supply."
"He broke into your home?" Alexis said, looking to Lucius as though he were more of a criminal than he was.
'I did nae! Nae my fault she'd claimed the entire loch I was fallin' intae!' Lucius protested, now standing in the middle of a charred patch of floor.
"Bullshit! You can fly!" Alexis said, pointing an accusing finger. "Besides I'd figure you to be to busy throwing people off things to have time to fall yourself!"
'Lassie, hae ye ever tried tae ken which way is down after bein' spun around an' spat out o' jet engine? Nae possible. An' I was aimin' fer the loch tae put the fire out, y'ken?'
"And LANDED in my PIGS." Lizzie added. "Your aim is TERRIBLE."
"Lizzie, we're going to be great friends." Alexis said, feeling a bond from their mutual disliking of Lucius.
"And he SNEAKED OUT on me! Not even a word or a note! I had to capture myself another Scotsman!"
'So THA'S whae happened tae Uncle George!' Lucius exclaimed, snapping his fingers. 'I ken the haggises got tae him!'
"Wooow! You couldn't even leave a note." Alexis said crossing her arms before turning to Lizzie. "Why did you need another Scotsman specifically?"
"Good genes, and they taste nice when you're done with them." Lizzie explained, as if it were perfectly normal. "Hard work and little unnecessary stress means they're meaty AND tender!"
"So you actually ate them?" Alexis asked with a raised eyebrow, it was pretty odd seeing somebody in a humanoid form say that.
Lizzie nodded. "Of course. That's what humans are FOR, along with delicate tasks too small for talons."
Alexis poked Lizzie's wing. "My fiance is a human." She informed before raising a finger. "Though, being who and what I am I have no right to judge you for your life choices."
"Oh, don't worry. The Laws cover not eating the property of others. They're very clear about that. I suppose it's strange to you, but dragons aren't pack animals like awoos or humans. We seldom even meet another dragon, and only then when someone needs to trade or mate."
"Sounds lonely." Alexis commented. "Well if you ever want to join a pack, you're more than welcome in mine. You'd have to stop eating people, but, you know." She offered with a shrug.
"Pigs are much tastier anyway, and we all must make sacrifices to enjoy human society. Especially if I'm to obtain a properly modernised hoard." Lizzie sighed wistfully. "There's just something about warplanes that makes them so comfortable..."
"I once spent a night sleeping in an A-10, waiting for orders that never came. Eventually they got me and took me back, but it was an alright sleep." Alexis said, sharing a little story in her own way.
"I've always wanted some of those. I feel they'd make a wonderful pillow." Lizzie mused. "But I suppose that's what your fiance is for, yes?"
"He's more of a body pillow than a head pillow." Alexis explained, forgetting Lucius was even there. "He's also good at quite a few other things." She said with a faint blush.
Lizzie giggled, blushing slightly. "My, my. You certainly have found a keeper, haven't you? I suppose you have your human version of a hoard going, as well as an awoo sort of hoard."
"Got a dragon type hoard too." Alexis said with a confident grin as she drew her cannon from weaponspace. "Big. Fucking. Guns. And nothing for them to compensate for."
Lizzie responded by poking Alexis' chest. "Really, now?"
Alexis buffed out her cheeks. "I have a giant gun, whatdoyou want!?" She questioned, pointing to the gun in question before pausing as she realized she was compensating. "Damn it..."
Lizzie giggled, leaning down to inspect the cannon in question. "Oooh, is that a Gryazev-Shipunov GSh-30-1? Short recoil action, high explosive incendiary load, modified as a handheld sniper weapon? I haven't seen one of THOSE in a LONG while."
"Damn right! Dad modified this thing so I could blast stuff at range with the force of a fighter jet." Alexis said with a big grin. "And I like to think I use it very well."
"Fighter jets only wish they were as maneuverable or destructive as I am." Lizzie grinned widely, spreading her wings as much as the corridor would allow. "Although I'm more of an attack aircraft; I can't fly anywhere near as fast, or climb as high. There's not not enough oxygen in the air for that these days."
"Either way, I'm glad you're on our side." Alexis said as she reached out and pet Lizzies wings.
Lizzie giggled softly, wings fluttering. "It's not like I have much of a choice. For one thing, Draken wants his home back, and I'm bound by Law to follow my master. And secondly, whats-his-face probably wants my hide for armour. Do I side with the dangerous psycho who wants me dead, or the crazed madman who is content to let me live? Also, I would be well within rights to eat your father for disturbing my slumber and bombarding me with bits of helicarrier, so he needs to be alive for me to claim that."
"Buut, just because you have to be here doesn't mean I can't be happy you are." Alexis said with a smile. "In the meantime, wanna see my mech?"
"You have a MECH?" Lizzie exclaimed, hopping up and down with glee. "Of course I want to see it! Is it Russian like the rest of the gear here?"
"Modified American model. They wouldn't recognize it... Probably... Hopefully." Alexis said, taking Lizzie's hand before running with her to the hanger.
"Modified... You didn't STEAL it, did you? How wicked!"
"Wait... YOU STOLE <THAT> LANCER!?" Ei barked out, nearly dropping his OICW as he was passing by.
"Oh, God damn it." Alexis facepalmed. "No. We stole some blueprints and constructed it with our own modifications." She straight-up lied as she turned to Ei. Ei leaned in to peer at her, brow furrowed.
"Eighty six percent chance of falsehood... Do you know how long I spent sitting ready alert, waiting for that damn thing to pop out so we could recover it?" Ei asked. "I could have been writing letters home, playing Battlefield, or... Or other... things..."
"I spent most of my life on ready alert so I don't wanna hear it from you." Alexis protested, placing a finger firmly against his chest, looking up to make eye contact.
"Look, I didn't even want to be here. It was just going to be a two month exercise then a run home... Was that so hard to ask?"
"And I don't recall making the choice to spend most of my life as a labrat. Moral of the story, shit happend, we get over it, we get stronger. I'm sorry for the inconvenience of your mech going missing." Alexis said, crossing her arms. "It's not like Japan's all that bad once you get past the racism anyway."
"They could use some more variety in their diet, I find. Fish and rice, fish and rice, fish and rice. Maybe some seaweed for presentation, or some sauce. When all this is over, I'm touring Europe. At least THEY know what cheese is." Lizzie mused, mostly to herself.
"Europe is next month, Lizzie. You should remember that, we have meetings planned." Draken called from around the corner. He had found and subsequently taken over the coffee pot, and had proceeded to drink all of it. It was straight black, no additions at all.
"Let me do up some fish for you. I know a few recipes." Ei offered.
"I'd prefer pork, if you have it. Or beef, lamb, chicken, mutton... Anything but more fish."
"I've got recipes for those too."
"Then I'll ask Draken if i'm allowed to eat you... Eat WITH you." Lizzie replied, smiling at the prospect of something other than fish and rice.
"Lizzie, have you ever had cow head before?"
"Yes, but it was still attached to the rest of the cow. I don't recommend that, by the way."
"Nor do I... Listen, when I get the chance I'm gonna do a cow head barbacoa. Maybe throw in some lengua while I'm at it for extra flavor." he said, rubbing his chin for a moment. "Tacos de cabeza. I think you'll like it."
"You do take the brains out first, right?" Lizzie asked. "I mean, I'm a dragon and immune to prions, but humans aren't..."
"Of course we do. Kinda hard for the family restaurant to get repeat business if people get spongiform encephalitis from our food." Ei replied. "So I'll mark you down for barbacoa, when all is said and done."
"Yay!" Lizzie exclaimed, picking Ei up bodily and hugging him, squeezing tightly.
"YOU'RE GOING TO VOID MY WARRANTY!!!" Ei protested, several errors popping up on his HUD.
"Bet Shiori already beat her to that." Alexis said, wiggling her eybrows suggestively before nudging him with her elbow. "Eh? Eh?"
"P-press... m-my... reset... button..." Ei said as he seemed to flatline.
"Rest in piece." Alexis stated, taking off an imaginary hat to hold over her chest.
Lizzie set him down after a short while, patting his head gently. "Aw, you'll be fine. I didn't hear anything crack." Ei popped a mag pouch open and withdrew a flask. Or at least it used to be.
"This is alcohol abuse..." he mused, looking at the now empty piece of metal, alcohol dripping from it.
Nearby, Draken glanced up from his ruminations on the coffee pot and noticed a scottish catman standing nearby. "Interesting to see you again. I'd make a comment about how much our histories seem to be intertwined, what with your and Lizzie's past experiences, but I am starting to wonder if instead a shaman of your clan had a grudge against me." Another sip of the pot.
'Then ye'd already be dead.' Lucius replied. 'Ye donnae fuck wi' a scotsman, aye?'
"Hm." Was the only reply for a short while. "How's your grandfather? He was one of the few I got along with."
'Doin' well la' time I heard from the clan. Hasnae blown a hillside up in a while, tae.' Lucius replied. 'Got another container o' whisky on the way, tae.'
"Good to hear. I will make a point to visit him on my travels next month. And you? Any more dragons you have attempted to slay?" A thin, wry smirk creept up on his artificial face.
'Dragons're tae much trouble fer tha'.' Lucius shrugged. 'An' as yer maid shows, tae much trouble tae lay dragons, y'ken?'
"It takes a certain touch for that, yes." Draken sipped his coffee again.
'Or, a' rumour has it, a room full o' bondage traps.' Lucius replied, grinning.
"Look me in the eye, and tell me that they aren't an effective means of detainment."
'Laddie, I just want ye tae install one tae keep the wee magical lassies out o' the maintenance sheds at the Academy.'
"Hm. Very well, consider it done, but don't blame me if someone accuses you of unsavory activites." Draken drawled on lazily. Despite the coffee, he didn't even seem the bit energized.
People arrive by various means.
Machariah's going to attack Yokota, and is based at the Temple of Ping.
Artillery will be happening as the super-soldier vanguard hits the Temple.
Skorp's got a new toy!
Don't shoot any dragons!
Lizzie is introduced to people.
MORE people arrive. Yeesh!
Objective #1: Wreck His Shit.
Objective #2: Steal Whatever Isn't Nailed Down.
Objective #3: Kill That Bastard And Make Him Pay.
Objective #4: Rescue The Princess.
Objective #5: Loot And Pillage. (No raping, don't take any Pingite stuff)
Objective #6: Get The Fuck Out.
Mechs in first, then super-soldiers and magical girl wizard. Then Largoist forces, after the artillery stops.
Don't fly until the air defences have been pounded to scrap by the artillery.
Someone forgot to get dressed...
Lucius is late. No, morning sex is not a 'magical girl emergency', even if it IS with one.
Ei leaves Important Things with Lola.
She ain't no Loyal Bunny Waifu, she's got shit to do, so he better COME BACK.
Feels are unfair.
Eva is armed!
No getting shot!
John is assigned to holding the firt, since his new arm's not functional yet.
Pettings from Mary!
Draken and Lizzie go over Plans.
Skorpion gives In Case Of Death orders to Tiffaney and family.
Namely, 'GTFO, hide, and restore me from backup'.
Don't tell Arella how that works! YES it's unethical, but that's how things go.
Don't tell Elsie, either.
Devin is assigned to assist Skorp with the hacking and mezzing.
Ei and Draken chat, interrupted by Alexis.
Discussion turns to fluffy tail. Floof or poof?
Lizzie interrupts. Sacles > floof. Poke poke, her tail is shiny.
Hot wolfgirl on dragon yuri petting scene!
Mind the ridges; they're filed sharp.
Dragon demands more petting as tribute!
Apparently Lucius and Lizzie have History.
She was gonna eat him.
Alexis agrees with Lizzie; Lucius is R U D E.
Ei discovers that Alexis stole the Lancer.
Lizzie demands food as a tribute from Ei. MEAT.
Lucius and Draken have history as well, but not quite as dramatic.
Lizzie poked at Ei's head. "Youuu are also hardware. Advanced Land Warrior, pre-production prototype model?"
"Y-yeah... What of it?"
"So that makes three survivors of a 'no survivors' project" She mused, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "Can I meet your Lancer?"
"She's off site. In a hangar... at a... Black Site... kind of..." Ei replied, trying to figure out if Lizzie had an angle she was working.
"Uhh-huh. And you just happen to be here without her, in a city where a maniac is hunting super-soldiers for sport, and oooooh!" Lizzie exclaimed, siezing Ei's arm and prodding at it. "Not seen one of THESE before!"
"Easy on the arm, please... I can feel that..." he said, trying to pull away from her. "Transmatting something her size takes a lot, and I mean a lot, of juice. If it could be done willy nilly then she'd be with us. But she's not. She's waiting, same as I am."
"They don't have that fusion reactor at Los Alamos for nothing." Lizzie pointed out, before turning to Shiori. "Can I borrow him for a few hours after the battle? He looks like he'd make a decent pillow."
"Okay, I wasn't complaining before, but I'm complaining now. When did it become 'ladies borrow Ei day?'"
Shiori piped up: "Hold on there you-"
Lizzie bashed him with her tail. "Hush. Pillows don't talk."
"M'not a pillow..." Ei pouted. "Shiori, say something!" Shiori was about to do more than say something...
There was a loud ahem from behind Lizzie at this point.
Lizzie squeaked, whirling around to face Draken. "Eep?"
Lizzie held her hands up in a 'what did I do' gesture, before she waved towards Ei. "He's hardware, he looks comfy, and he's nicer than the other two bionic super-soldiers around here!"
"He also said 'stop', essentially." Draken didn't raise his voice any, but the tone was quite clear for Lizzie.
"Awww..." Lizzie pouted, before turning to Ei and prodding his chest. "You, later. I expect that food." She said, before turning and stomping out, head held high. "Hmph!"
"I'll hold up my end." Ei said, watching her go. "Maybe if she wasn't so direct..."
Then she wouldn't be very dragon-like, would she?
Bionics and cyberware make you hardware in Lizzie's book.
Eeep? Hmph! Exit stage left.
Statistics: Posted by Skorpynekomimi — Mon Jan 16, 2017 3:30 pm