Still close up, Lunar Symphony extended its dagger right into Aurora Destroyer and pulled itself closer, slamming one shield into its side as it took the blast intended for Faerie Knight into its energy sphere, charging up.

"Alright guys, dampen audio sensors."

"A great thunderstorm of sound gushes!"

"Gushes?"

"I work with what I have, Kit."

The mecha released its grip on the monster and dashed backwards before bracing itself again and releasing a sonic blast at the Eldritchian.

Ben Grinder

With Kristen going for the phone, Jander guessed she was going to have to be the one to bring Ben to the faucet-turned-fountain. "C,mon Ben," she offered to support him. Ben was almost liquid and Jander would probably have a hard time getting most of him to the fountain. Holding him together with telekinesis, she trudged towards the water with the man in tow. The strain was visible on her face and at this proximity, it was hard not to sweat from the intense heat.

"See, you're much more complete than you think," Jander tried to get in a laugh, hopefully lifting up both their spirits.

Was... Was that a joke, or a typo?

"Uh... Aeon?"

"On it. Gushes, though, really?"

"Is now the time to be thinking about word choice?"

Ashen Phoenix's audio sensors dampen, to avoid any damage that might be caused. Aaand Aurora Destroyer should start burning from the inside just about now.

Lucus looks back and fourth at Ryan and Jason's stalemate, not entirely sure how to respond initially. Quickly regaining his facade Lucus pipes up trying to diffuse any sitation "I wouldn't want to cause any more interruptions if you are doing important work; this has been informative regardless. Though even if they are ideas I would love to know more." He says before looking down at the young girl with a friendly smile. "It does seem like more than myself is hungry after all. So we could talk over lunch if that is okay with you all." He says in a carefree energetic tone. Moving back a few steps towards the door.

Personally his curiosity wants to know more even with this uncomfortable aggression.

Agaris looks to Kurt considering the reaction before turning her head to Shichi. "Very well Shichi-chan, that seems interesting." Agaris says in a friendly tone. "Though what about yourself, what do you get up to around here?" Agaris inquires while walking.

Agaris' programs currently split between keeping a eye on the hanger from the Wunderwaffe, speaking with Shichi from the droid and listening to the conversations near Lucus. While this doesn't strain Agaris' capabilities it is keeping her quite occupied.'

edited 16th Aug '15 6:13:38 AM by darkdestinysoul

CACHE Headquarters

Sub-commander: Ah, Sergey, good to see you back.

The sub-commander casually nodded to Sergey, who saluted.

Sergey: Thank you Sub-commander, seeing my family after this long time was a really good feeling sir.

Sub-commander: I can see why. No less now you are here again, you have not missed out on any too major mission while you where away. But please, take a seat.

The Sub-commander pointed at one of the nearby chairs and waited for Sergey to sit down before he sat down himself.

Sub-commander: As you probably have noticed Mistral is also here.

Mistral: Hi, good to see you back.

Sub-commander: I've ordered both of you here to give you your next assignment, as you probably will now the Destiny Drivers field tests are nearing. You two will be escorting the shuttle with the Destiny Driver and its pilot from the Vanguard station aboce Elysium to the test facility. We've already readied both Blitzkrieg and Ultimo. They are currently on standby in Hangarbays 3 and 4. The shuttle will start soon. Be on your guard as far as we know it could be that you will be attacked by pirates wanting to seize control over the Destiny Driver. Keep in mind that the unit itself is not readied for combat.

Mistral tilted her head slightly. As she did everytime when something didn't seem right to her.

Mistral: Will there be any other escorts?

Sub-commander: No, we don't want more attention then needed. A shuttle escorted by many Armors will raise much more attention to pirates than needed. Also I know you two. You should be more than capable to deal with a small attack.

Mistral giggled

Mistral: Yes, I think we can handle them *Giggle*, you remember the last pirate attack Sergey?

Oh yes he did. And he did he not know Mistral better he would be insulted by her cheerfulness. Were it not for Blitzkriegs drones and the impeckable skill of his AGI both of them could have lost their lives back then.

Sergey looked at the reading on his HUD. 'No activity on the monitor, We're clear to advance to point 3' A few seconds later he heard the 'Okay' from Mistral - cheerful as ever, followed by the 'Roger' from the pilot of the ore-transporter they escorted from the asteroid belt. Sergey slightly tabbed the thrust lever to accelerate again. He could see that beside him Mistral did the same with her Gigan Ultimo. 'Okay, we will be at the processing station in a few minutes' he said, looking at the radar screen. Suddenly at that moment a few red dots appeared on the radar screen followed by the unmistakable sound of a missle warning 'Quick, we are being attacked, on the left high, moving to intercept' 'Sure thing' Mistral sounded excited to be in battle again. 'I read 11 enemies, various old Armors, seem to be pirates again.' Sergey calmly placed his hands on the controls and brought the Plasma-pistols in position to shoot the incoming missles, as with the Armors it were only various types of old 1st and 2nd generation missles. They were easy to shoot down. Now on to the Armors themselves. Sergey pushed the thruster lever from him, instantly being pressed in his seat by the resulting G-Forces. He rushed nearer, shooting one of his six shouldermounted Plasma-cannons, instantly he feeled the wave of excess heat rushing through his cockpit, sending chills through his spine as the reactor howled under him from the sudden powerspike needed, he hit the pirate right on his shoulder and ripped the arm along with the gun it was holding off. The other pirates bursted out of their loose formation. 'Good shot man, though can you do this?' Beside him Mistral readied her own Plasma-cannons. Her shots hit multiple pirates causing all but one of them to lose both arms 'See, when you want to outdo a Skyblazer you need to work more *giggle*' she sure seemed to enjoy the combat right now. But Sergey didn't want to give them any chances, he did not fight to put on a show, he fought to get results. The remaining pirates rushed at him, trying to get to close for him to fire the cannons. Sergey only smiled mildly, if they sought close-combat then he was gonna give it to them. As the first pirate came in range he activated his left pair of shield mounted Plasma-swords and yanked his left arm upwards, slicing the pirate in half, only barely missing his cockpit. '6 to go' But before he could say anything more his Armor was suddenly thrown to the right from a massive explosion 'What the hell was this?!' he looked on the damage control display only to see that his left arm was completly gone. Before he could react he heard a scream. He swiwelled the camera to the right seeing that Mistrals Gigan was badly damaged 'They got me here, they had Petards!' Armors from the Petard type had the pilot sitting in the waist region with the upper body being able to be purged and remotly exploded. Then he saw them, 2 of the remaining Petards rushed towards him. Sergey yanked the thruster lever to him, trying to get distance again. But before he could shoot again his machine was hurled away by an explosion, his left leg and with it its vernier thrusters was blown away at the knee. He quickly launched the drones, while trying to make a slight boost to the side. He raised his remaining shield to prepare for the impact of the Petard. But before he could latch himslef onto him the incoming Armor exploded, his upper toso having been pierced by a Plasma-ray, meaning the drones already had begun attacking. After the last Petard was destroyed the remaining pirates tried to scatter, this was quickly prevented by two well placed Plasma-shots, robbing both of their remaining thrusters. 'All remaining hostiles have been eliminated or pose no threat anymore. Armor is heavily damaged, I recommend immediate retreat to base.' The AGI said. 'Will do, well shot Mireille, coudln't have done that better. Still we were way to suprised by this attack. These pirates had multiple Petard Armors, how did they get those?' 'I do not know an answer on this.' 'Well I don't either' came Mistrals voice again 'but could we please get out of here? I can't continue for myself, my life support has been fried, I'm switching to support mode.' With that the arms and legs - or rather the stumps that were arms and legs at the beginning folded together while the Plasma-cannons on her back folded in the ususal position on both sides of her torso. Sergey looked at the Gigan and shrugged slightly, he was happy that he didn't have nerve connections to his own Seelie. As he thought this both the arms and the legs of Mistrals Gigan now being folded swiwelled to the front of the Armor, to save space, now the crippled machine slowly maneuvered to Sergeys own machine and finally docked at the back. Sergey could hear the countless hinges snapping together to secure both machines together while both Armors had their internal systems synced. 'Okay, I have control, my life support system should kick in any second now.' 'Yes, it has already, thanks' Even now Mistral still sounded as cheerful as ever. Still, no matter what, he slowly accelerated in the direction of the processing plant. 'Sergey Smirnov speaking to processing plant Alpha, we were attacked by multiple pirates, most of them could eject, I request a shuttle with security forces to my current location to rescue and arrest them.' 'roger that, a shuttle will be on its way soon.' By the time they arrived at the plant the transport had already reached its destination. Sergey slowly maneuvered their Armors into the small hangar of the space station. Seconds later he powered both Armors down and opened his cockpit hatch.

Sergey: Yes I do remember our last mission.

He shrugged slightly

Sergey: And I don't want to repeat it.

Mistral: Sure thing. *Giggle* Whatever, lets do this.

Sub-commander: Yes, I leave you two then to your preparations.

Sergey & Mistral: Yes, sir.

With that both went to the hangar bay.

edited 28th Aug '15 5:47:20 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

Vanguard Station, Armor Hangar

The flight to the Vanguard station saw no major difficulties, now Sergey was in the Hangar bay of the massive space station and readied its Armor again. He took a deep breadth as the cockpit hatch closed, he had done this so many times already that he could do the startup-check without thinking.

Igniting reactor. Fusion mass - Stable. Reaction - At normal level. Pressure - Ok. Now switching from external to internal powermode. Power levels - Nominal. Releasing external powercable. Activating Life-support-system. Airflow - Nominal. Coolant-circuits - All funcioning. Initialising AGI. AGI selfcheck report - No errors. Beginning sensor check. Activating camera eye. Visual feedback - Check, Audio sensors - Check. Comm-system - Check. Artificial muscle stimulation - Check. Now releasing holding clamps. Armor standing free. Weapons - Check for all.

Sergey placed his hands on the controls, a light smile on his face. Somehow doing the startup-checklist always calmed him down.

'Hey lets do this. *Giggle*' He could hear Mistrals cheerful voice clearly through the speakers.

'Yes, but be on you guard' In his head he could virtually see Mistral tilting her head in slight confusion.

'What do you mean?'

'Well remember that we are escorting the Destiny Driver and its pilot here. If this Armor successfully finishes the field-tests we have the strongest Armor one could imagine in our hands. I don't think that we here at CACHE are the only ones who would want such power.'

'So what, do you think someone would be suicidal enough to ambush us here in a space station flying in the middle of our territory over Elysium?'

'You know that I would and that I would succeed.' Sergey said with a lightly amused voice.

'Touche, point goes to you.'

'Yup, but lets move out. Sergey Smirnov in Assault Armor Blitzkrieg, Launching!'

'Mistral Lavigne plus Gigan Ultimo, getting to serious business.'

A few seconds later he could hear the shuttle pilot.

'This is Shuttle Delta 3, we have the Destiny Driver and its pilot loaded, we're launching now from shuttle bay 1, we're now starting to close our cargo hatch. Good to have you both at our si-'

Before he could finish this sentence a giant explosion could be heard on the comm channel. Sergey immediatly tensed up 'Mistral' 'Yes I know'

Sergey pushed the thruster lever to max. Eventhough the hangar was an abnormaly large structure, by Armor standards it was still relatively small, especially when rushing through it at fullspeed. Sergey had to dodge quite a bit. He readied all weapons but he knew that he coudln't fire any of his ranged weapons in this confined space without causing serious collateral damage. But he still had his 4 'Ritterschlag' Plasma-swords so he didn't see this as much of a problem.

He knew that behind him Mistral did similar preparations for her battle, and while she had no close combat weapon she had her thrusty 'Nightmare-chains' used to greatly enhance her ability to produce illusions, thus rendering enemies defenseless, so even without her 8 Plasma-cannons she was a force to be reckoned with.

Only seconds later they arrived at the shuttle Hangar.

edited 28th Aug '15 5:47:50 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

The Aurora Destroyer shrieks, flame and smoke becoming clear now. The Eldritchian almost desperately turning towards the water, it begins moving towards the water. Felicity, however, suddenly contacts the three Seelies calling out angrily "You three had it, and now the damn thing is dangerously close to dying! Did Commander Sasha not make things clear!? Go make sure that thing doesn't die or escape!"

Ryan reluctantly looking away from Jason, Jason himself looks towards Johanna. The older male sighing, Jason turns his attention towards Melinda and then Lucus. "None of the concepts are really secretive, so there would be no problem discussing them over lunch. Besides, I just came in here to check Athena's development. So, if the little king of fire has no problem with it, Hanna and I will accompany you to the cafeteria."

Melinda giving Ryan a harsh look and pointing with her eyes towards all the people, the red haired man sighs before speaking up. "The Gen Three Espers all follow the Greek God naming theme so just ask about any one when we get to the cafeteria. Speaking of, we don't have anything too fancy, so... Hope you're not picky."

Shichi looking back at Agaris, she doesn't stop moving as she smiles before answering giddily. "I check out all the cool stuff you guys have on Earth! Lots of that stuff is pretty intimidating to jump into, so I've been playing with outdated stuff like CD players and laptops. Though I even got to pilot a refurbished T.A.N.K once! I'm currently working up to using the VARnet's datascape, though mainly because I want to try out DARPing. Stories are so cool, ya know?"

Suddenly Shichi stops, her eyes settling on Misty Selvina's image. The black haired young woman smiling gently at the small crowd gathered around her, Misty's head quickly turns to look at Agaris and Shichi. Shichi leaping back a bit in shock, Misty blinks her blue eyes before gently waving to the two. Hand going to her side, Misty calls out politely. "Ello, is there something you two want? I'm free all afternoon so don't be scared to speak up."

The three girls standing around Misty, a brown haired dog eared girl, a skunk-thematic teenager, and a younger silver haired girl, turn to look towards Shichi & Agaris after Misty spoke.

Ben relaxing as he's put into the sink, he weakly chuckles at Irelia's line. Turning his eyes towards Kristen, he calls out. "There's one in the manager's office, and I'm pretty sure she left the door unlocked. I... I'm really thankful you two decided to help me, I know I would of died if you ignored me."

To Irelia, however, a voice began speaking in her mind. "Kill him... He was not meant for this world. So kill him, save him from his suffering. Kill him, the one born to die. Kill him, end him, finish him, and let him meet the designer of life. You'll be doing him a favor, so kill him if you're not a monster like me child. Fear the words of the Psyche Splitter when it tells you child, so prove you're better than me by killing him."

The floating shields shifting to better protect the Skeletal Conqueror arm, the woman piloting the Seraph calls out suddenly calm. "My apologies, I tend to get worked up dealing with precious fools like you who believe this universe doesn't need its angels. I would tell you the truth of everything, but sadly that'll just get you killed. Thus this is quite unfortunate for me..."

The power behind the floating shields suddenly increasing rapidly, the Artificial Eldritchian flashes an unnaturally long yet sincere smile. Objects suddenly drifting into air as if unchained from gravity, the pilot calls out gently. "Seth Stiles, correct? I'm quite glad Einmal took the bait I set, it has been very nice talking at you. Feel free to stop my pawns in the underground area of the church, they're currently holding a girl to undergo Fey Mutation. No hard feelings, yes?"

The objects drifting in the air around the Seraph beginning to spin, Ashley suddenly shouts at Seth "Get out of the way! They're picking up too much speed for you to survive!"

The pilot of the Destiny Driver, a young man named Edward raised even before the Eldritchians to be involved with CACHE, was having a good day. Sitting comfortably with the Destiny Driver's cockpit, Edward was going to reflect on his life- When an explosion suddenly occured. Twirling his seat to locate the explosion on his 360 degree screen, Edward froze as he looked.

Having breached through a twelve meter Armor, visually resembling a winged humanoid knight. Flowing past the Armor were four nine meter units, each stylized to resemble the Spatial Render's final form. Then, from the taller Armor, a gentlemanly male called out. "Greetings, Eldritchian loving scum, the majestic unicorn man of Einmal has sent me to take the Destiny Driver. Pretty sure that's what I recall, though regardless I'll very much want that Armor. So just hand it over to me you sinners, and nobody will die today. I am happy to make exceptions however."

Bean Grinder

Were Irelia to look for any sort of assistance before attempting to fend off the assault on her own mind, she would find none, as Kristen nodded her thanks to Ben and headed into the manager's office.

As soon as she got in, she dialled the number for CACHE's offices. Her smartphone could have worked, yes, but knowing CACHE, the fact they built this city, and the sort of resources and manpower they had at hand, it would likely be trivial for them to trace the landline and immediately dispatch a rescue team.

Western Elysium Field

"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry-"

At the minor prospect of someone being disappointed in him, Galen seemed to panic way too much.

"Galen, calm down. Just work to fix the situation and things will get better."

"I-.... "

Galen calms a little.

".. Mmhmm..."

Ashen Phoenix strained to overtake Aurora Destroyer. Once above it, The mech draws the sword out of it, before landing and trying it's very hardest to restrain the flailing Eldritchian.

"Alright people, in formation."

Lunar Symphony similarly charged forwards towards the Eldritchian. The mech braced itself and again brought its shields forward to protect most of its form before grabbing hold of Aurora Destroyer.

Vanguard Station, Shuttle Hangar

Sergey just stood there for a just a split second as he in shock realised how the other units looked, though he knew that this likely was exactly why they looked like that.

'Mistral, you get those four, I know I don't have to remind you but DO NOT shoot as long as we're in the hangar.'

He clenched his teeth as he saw the gigabtic hole in the wall, leading to the open space.

I hope that nobody was here when they came in, else they are all dead now. Dying by depressurisation is a death that I wish to nobody.

'Yea, yea, I know, I've already activated my special presents.'

'Go easy on them first'

After this was done Sergey tried to call the pilot of the Winged Knight

'I give you exactly one chance to retreat, else that little Arnor of yours is not going to see the light of day again.'

He then switched the channel quickly

'This is Sergey Smirnov speaking, the Destiny Driver is beeing attacked by multiple enemies, they maybe get reinforcements. All units currently able to move out are to come to the shuttle bay.'

He knew that nobody would respond in time, but this way he atleast tried. As he spoke Mistral shot four of her 'Nightmare-chains' targetting the four nine meter Armors.

Sergey all the while activated his trusty 'Ritterschlag' Plasma-swords bringing his Armor in a combat pose, waiting if the enemy pilot would go after him as the potential threat or if he would go straight for the Destiny Driver.

edited 28th Aug '15 5:48:06 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

Bean Grinder

Kill him...

The voice was weak at the moment but never did it fail to be a little more persuasive. No, no, no... Not right now.

Every word came back with a vengeance. Every sentence louder than the last. End his suffering. You'll be doing him a favor, child.

Irelia sat down to a ball, hands trying to block out the voice in vain. "No... no..." she whispered, "Get away from me."

Tears started to form in her eyes, blurring her vision. Everything was as murky as her thoughts.

Kill him if you're not a monster like me.

"I-I'm not... Not like you."

Prove yourself better than me.

"I-I-I... I..." Irelia stammered, unable to think of anything but the voice.

Objects started levitating around her but Jander had no clue about what was currently happening. She forgot that she was in a coffee shop, with a guy named Ben, and an agent called Kristen. All there was was herself and the voice.

edited 18th Aug '15 9:35:20 AM by DemKimochis

Vanguard Station, Shuttle Hangar

After he prepared his Armor Sergey quickly opened a private channel to Mistrals Gigan to get one last thing out of the way before the battle would begin 'Oh, and please, promise me that this time you won't choose an illusion which will cause the victims to furiusly try to shoot whatever abomination you let them fight in there.'

'Oooookay, I promise to think about it *Giggle*'

'*Sigh* please do'

Sergey knew that that was the most he could persuade her to, though he knew her well enough to know that she, even though she didn'´t show it with that, indeed acknowledged his worries and would try to not invoke them. No matter how cheerful or even childish she acted, he knew that she was a born soldier and when in battle would not make foolish decisions.

edited 28th Aug '15 5:48:34 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

Azazel grasped the drink firmly, still shaking from his recent discovery. How? Azazel pondered to himself whilst bringing the mug to his lips. It smelled terrible, like a rotten egg had been rolled in bear scat, then eaten and regurgitated by a bird.

He tilted the cup back, letting the drink slide past his lips, the alcohol content was so strong he spit it back out of his mouth. "Jesus, that is strong!" Aincrad proceeded to laugh at him, "Don't be a bitch man!"

"Shutup Aincrad!"

"Then don't be a bitch about it dude!" Aincrad shouted at him, his blue hologram appearing in front of Azazel's face, "Now shutup and drink it."

Azazel tried it again., "Aincrad, analyze!"

Aincrad's blue eyes lit up, "10% vodka, 20% scoth, 15% pure alcohol, 5% beer, 50%..." Aincrad burst out laughing, "Horse piss! You're drinking 50% horse piss!" Azazel looked down at the drink, calling the waitress over, "Ma'am, what'd you say this drink was called? "

"Horse piss," the waitress said not thinking much of it.

"Thanks, but you can have it back now."

The waitress looked confused but not hurt, "You sure? It's rather popular around here." Not wanting to be an asshole, Azazel quickly downed the rest of the drink, tasting as little of it as possible. Immeaditly, he felt a buzz.

Azazel looked again at the waitress, now noting her features. She was quite beautiful actually, standing about 5'9", she was built but not fat. Her brown hair flowed down passed her shoulders, but was parted from the face. Light makeup was used to bring attention to her deep hazel eyes. Her light tan made her skin look slightly cream colored. Indeed, she was no slouch in the looks department, and then there were those bouncing C-Sized babies mounted to her chest.

Azazel quickly looked away, "You're right, but I should stop drinking now."

"Y You know that was quite impressive, name's Helena Briar."

"Azazel, pleasure to meet your boo... you."

She laughed, "Pleasure's all mine."

Azazel knew this would be the start of a ggreat friendship.

When Ashley gave Seth that advice, he was more than willing to follow it. The way his opponent talked so casually of making people into Fey Touched...the attack in Vegas and what had happened to him there gave him a faint idea of what that was like, but cybernetics placed precisely by a surgeon's hands were nowhere close to the random ravaging, the fundamental alterations the Eldritchians could make. Even the word choice—the captive was going to be mutated—make him sick to his stomach. He didn't just want to defeat his opponent; he wanted to destroy the Seraph and spit on the wreckage. No...destroy wasn't the right word. Dominate was more like it.

He brought the riff to an abrupt stop right where it did before the verse kicked off, only instead of clapping three times and starting the riff again, he dodged away from where he knew the Seraph's attack was going to be. But merely saying he dodged would be an understatement. He deliberately did the most overly complicated flip to the side he could do, one that even the world's greatest acrobat couldn't pull off without cybernetic implants, and made it look impossible and effortless at the same time. It made his hat jump off his head and his hair fly into his face, but his augmented eyes could easily see through the mess of black. All it took was a quick nod of his head once he landed to get it sufficiently out of the way.

"Let me put it this way," he said through the amps. "What's an angel to a god?"

And he played again, opening with a surprisingly bouncy and theatrical riff compared to the darker ones he'd been playing. This song this came from was called "Dead!", and if Ashley knew that, she'd be more than capable of connecting the dots. But it wasn't that riff where Seth truly cut loose. No, that was when he gave a war cry—not sent through the amp, thankfully—and went into the song's guitar solo, which fired off Seth's most destructive waves of sound yet. The debris of the church bounced a few feet into the air with every note. This was guaranteed to hurt, at the very least.

Aurora Destroyer thrashing beneath the fold of Ashen Phoenix and Lunar Symphony, fire still burning, the Eldritchian screams in pain. Felicity grunting from down below, she sends off a message as she heads towards Hatch 005 "Letting something burn tends to kill it you know." Though as the Eldritchian struggles and Felicity fades away, an identification message suddenly flashes into the three units.

Quickly following the message is the crackling of the audio systems, a distorted composed voice calling out. ~"Hello, if you're not already aware I am a member of the CACHE Council. I couldn't help being intrigued by this... mission, thus why I am here."- With words spoken a larger shuttle comes into view, a strong brown coloration.

~"Take Aurora Destroyer to Hatch 005, I would like to discuss matters with the three of you once doing so. It is important we obtain the Eldritchian alive, so do hurry."~

The call being picked up, answering is a chippy girl's voice. "Hey, this is the CACHE Problem Line, what's be your emergency Bean Grinder occupant? Unstable Fey Touched right? We'll send people over from the nearest outpost so no worries."

For Irelia, however, the voice calls out disapprovingly. "Why do you refuse to do what's right then? This man will never have a happy life, thus is it not worst to spare him? Salvation through death is the only happy ending for him. Of course, I suppose you really could be worst than me..."

The debris violently colliding into where the Chariot of Fire was, a large crater from formed from the impact. The Seraph's smile not fading, the pilot happily laughed when asked what an angel was to a god. Though the immobile Skeletal Armor was being wrecked even further by Seth's attack, the Seraph's body was simply rippling. The false Eldritchian presenting a joyous smile, the woman within it speaks politely.

"Angels are nothing before our God, not even a flicker of his greatness. We're simply his agents, his messengers, the heralds of new beginnings and the harbingers of death. However, let it be known my allies won't take to your blasphemy very well. I do find it quite charming fools like you are able to remain so ignorant though. Until next time sweet child."

The Seraph lifting into the air, shifting to resemble a jet, Ashley calls out over the comm with a falsely calm tone. "Rescue the girl, I'll handle this coward. You cannot provide me adequate help so don't stay."

The man within the winged unit chuckling, his Armor turns to face Sergey. Hands casually lifted into the air, weakly waving, the pilot replies slightly ashamed. "My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. Everything just whites out after a while you know? Now, where is that button..." Suddenly a projection is forced into Sergey's Armor, saying...

The wings of the Armor suddenly straightening out with an audible snap, the metal starts peeling off into an amorphous cloud of fillings. Just as suddenly dense orbs of metal fly towards Sergey, the pilot of the Seraph calling out rather joyfully. "Flithy flithy Eldritchians got to be destroyed, unicorn man's rule~!"

Though with the Spatial Render-themic units flowing around the air, Edward tightens his grip on his controls before calling out to Sergey. "Sir! Should I engage the Destiny Driver's combat systems? There's hardly any powerful Armors up here on this Vanguard station sir!"

'Western Elysium Field

After a while, the fire begins to go out. Oddly, no blood comes out of the wound made by the sword.... Probably because it was cauterized.

Ashen Phoenix's sword now safely sheathed, Galen receives the message and re-engages the mech's boosters. Still managing to maintain a good grip on the writhing Eldritchian, the whole group should slowly start to push towards Hatch 005.

Bean Grinder

Kristen let out a sigh of relief. "Good. He isn't claiming he's Fey Touched but he shows all the signs of being a Melty Bomb so bring anything special you need to contain one of them."

She remained unaware of the levitating objects outside, nor Irelia's dance with a devil.

Vanguard Station, Shuttle Hangar

Sergey Yanked both shields in the air to protect himself from the attack. All of the orbs hit him, though the thick armor of the shields meant that damage was minimal.

He turned the camera eye to the shuttle with the deactivated Destiny Driver 'Yes, then attack the Winged Knight' was everything Sergey uttered. This is not going to be the kind of fieldtest the engineers will have had in mind but what can you do about it. Was all he thought before turning his eys to the Winged Knight again.

He clenched his teeth, this fight just got a lot harder. I need to get him out of the Hangar, away from the Destiny Driver, also out there I could outmaneuver him and use my ranged weapons Sergey knew all that but on the same time he also knew that this would be not easy. He held one shield before him to protect him from further attacks while stretching the other arm wide out with the Plasma-swords pointing directly to the Seraph. He then slammed the thruster lever to maximum, trying to ram his opponent, better yet, impale him with the two Plasma-swords. I know that this is risky but I need to get to close range, and when I can ram him out the hangar this way its only better. 'Mireille, launch all the drones as soon as we're out, slice all his limbs off if you can.' That should do, nobody can fight without weapons, not even a so called Messenger of God.

Mistral at the same time shot a few more of her 'Nightmare-chains' aimed at the other Armors, she intended to end this quickly with them, so she could help Sergey. What she did not intend to do was to go easy on them. '*Giggle* This certainly is getting harder for me. But whatever, you will have a worse day than me, that I can promise you.'

edited 28th Aug '15 5:48:46 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

"Everything is under control. Don't panic."

Lunar Symphony also started pushing the Eldritchian towards the hatch, focusing its boosters to push it along and trying to maintain roughly in sync with the Ashen Pheonix so as not to give the monster any opportunity to escape.

edited 22nd Aug '15 1:29:46 AM by TenebrousGaze

Lucus will give a quick nod to Jason and Hanna. As he walks backwards towards the door. "The food cant be any worse than our cafeterias." Lucus says with a joking tone as he turns to walk out of the room, slow enough to stay with the group.

"You give the schools cooks a hard time. Their food is very nutritional and of a good quality."

Lucus gives a sigh to Agaris. "That doesn't mean I have to enjoy it when they serve the same things for three days in a row..."

Agaris looks to each one acknowledging each persons motif. "Ello Misty, it is nice to meet you." Agaris says giving a polite gesture. "I am Agaris, a unique AGI developed by and to aid my pilot." *Gestures a hand in the direction of Lucus' Armor*

"While my pilot is busy speaking in the labs however, with company of Shichi it would be interesting to tour the facilities." Her eyes looking around at everyone. "I understand that you are a pilot of a Rhino themed VESTA, am I to assume the others here also pilot?" Agaris says with a inquisitive tone.

Bean Grinder

"It won't stop," Irelia muttered.

"The voice... It won't stop..." she said, her voice a little louder. Her eyes were wide with fear and wet with tears.

A spoon near Ben suddenly whisked past him at a high speed. It hit the wall with a loud thud, half of the spoon deep within the cement.

The other objects started to shiver, shaking uncontrollably in a frenzy. Some of them followed the spoon, burying themselves in the wall or shattering against it, the pieces flying at speeds rivaling its former self.

"Get away from me!" she cried desperately, whether to Ben or the voice, no one could tell.

edited 22nd Aug '15 8:02:19 AM by DemKimochis

Seth hadn't expected the debris to hit him, and when it did, he was lucky it didn't break any of the strings on his guitar. It brought him to his knees, even after the deflector shields had absorbed the impact. As he rose to his feet and looked up, the words DEFLECTOR SHIELDS: 90% flashed across his HUD. Damn, he thought, that bad?

This is why you play rhythm guitar and not lead, said M.O.L.L.Y. All Seth did in response was grunt. He was paying more attention to his opponent's speech. When she indicated that she'd finally caught on to all his blasphemy, he smiled to himself. Maybe this lunatic wasn't so dumb after all.

Once Ashley gave the order to go after the captured girl, he bowed his head slightly and closed his eyes. He knew he couldn't well go after the Seraph—the Chariot only flew in the event of an emergency, after all—but he still felt like he was abandoning the mission. However, he didn't let himself dwell on that long. If he was going to save the girl, he couldn't afford to wait around.

"Kick some ass for me," he said over the commlink. Then, he went back towards the wreckage of the church, searching for an opening into the church's underground section. Fortunately, he didn't have to look for long, because the stone slab that normally hid the entrance was long gone, leaving only an obvious hole for him to follow. The Telecaster went back up to the roof of the cockpit, the Guillotine went on the Chariot's back, and Seth climbed down into the depths of the church.

edited 28th Aug '15 10:07:25 PM by NitrousThunder

Silent Earth chuckles in response, almost joyfully replying ~"Oh, I'm not the one that's panicking. Though do enjoy yourselves, Ms. Long certainly isn't happy."~ Silent Earth's shuttle gently lowering to the ground, as the Aurora Destroyer is brought before Hatch 005 it opens widely. Seven CACHE-made Hauler Armors pouring out to receive the Eldritchian, an older woman's voice calls out from the main Hauler.

"Fey Hearts, I'm Amelia Ventus, pilot of the Death Condor. My crew will finish securing the Eldritchian, though Silent Earth has requested that your dock your Armors inside. He and Doctor Destiny Long need to discuss how your mission went in person. Don't worry though, they just take these kind of missions very seriously."

Floating perilously in the air is an unopened bottle of milk, a black-tipped blonde underneath it. His arms wobbling around as the bottle moves, the visibly stitched young woman next to him watches. Mismatched eyes watching the transfixed, she suddenly speaks up softly. "Impressive Miguel, it finally seems to be-"

The bottle suddenly exploding as it caves inward, Miguel flails around as the milk rains on him. Stopping himself so his body can tense in anger. Letting out a stressed groan, the woman next to him already has a washcloth out. The milk being sucked up with ease, Miguel begins visibly focusing on the bottle fragments. Not even moving a bit, Miguel slams his foot into the ground before swiping his right arm to the side. The fragments being sent flying by his outburst, Miguel slides into the seat before him and softly drops his head onto the table.

The stitched up woman softly frowning, she puts a hand onto Miguel's back and starts making soothing circles. The young man only softly grumbling, the woman now smiles sweetly. "You did improve, so don't be completely upset okay?" Miguel only turning his head up halfway, he sighs before replying calmly. "Guess so..."

Miguel's eyes suddenly perking up as he notices Jason Roswell entering with some others, the young man pulls himself up to properly look at the unknown figure curiously. Pointing to the boy next to the annoyed looking Ryan Steele, Miguel calls out loudly. "Hey, boy! You doing anything important with Jason there?"

Misty laughing a bit nervously as she rubs the back of her neck, she speaks up. "Rhino themed is a bit inaccurate... Mys Teleion certainly has horns and a grey coloration, but she also has remote controlled slashers stylized as wings on her back. Really, calling her Rhino themed is like calling a humanoid unit Gorilla themed."

Making a soft cough, Misty nods towards the dog girl. Clasping her hands in excitement, she calls out to Agaris cheerfully. "I'm Follower, cause that was my doggy name and mommy couldn't commit to calling me anything else." The skunk colored girl gently shoving Follower, the skunk colored girl speaks up lightly dismissive. "I'm Rose, and Foll doesn't pilot yet. I pilot the Dualbringer, and Silvia here has herself a Gigan. Foundation Render right?"

The silver haired Skyblazer nodding, Rose simply shrugs her shoulders as Misty speaks up. "Does your pilot like Eureka Seven? I confess I wish I could be part of that franchise, but loving it is good enough. So, is there anything in particular you wish to see?"

The chippy girl "Mmm"ing a brief bit, she replies in a still calm voice. "Someone could of infected him, so keep that in mind if you're keeping him calm. Anywho, the team should be over in five minutes okay?" However, as the wall was assaulted and Irelia shouted, Ben himself calls out worriedly. "What's happening with your friend!? Please don't let her hurt me!"

For Irelia, though, the voice growls in displeasure. "Commit to yourself, to me, to everyone what you are. Monsters inflict and prolong suffering, robbing happiness from others. The Good Samaritan however helps even when it doesn't benefit them. Or perhaps you're just apathetic to others? You humans certainly have a track record of self obsession so really, I'm not surprised you rather cry like a youngling than be. Would, perhaps, like for me to kill him? Nobody could blame you after all."

Several commerical Combat Armors standing around as guards, at the center of the room is a black haired teenage girl tied to a slanted table. Her entire body almost completely covered in restraining cloth, the dark haired woman before her holds a half mask of similair material in her hand. Casting glances towards the fanatic Christians with her, the woman locks eyes with the teenager. Placing the mask over the right side of the girl's face, the woman traces her fingers down the hasty stitches around the left side of the girl's face.

"Atrum Electus, the Dark Chosen, rather beautiful don't you think? Our little secret though, they think we're making you into an angel. Rather adorable how easily these humans leapt at the idea of torturing a 'sinner' no? Of course, these people right here? They just see religion as a weapon for their own sick purposes. So don't you worry, these people won't be getting a happy ending. You, however... I suppose it depends on how fast that Seth boy is. Though I must admit..."

Casually looking around to make sure no one's watching, the woman leans in very closely to Atrum's left ear. "The reason you were picked? To enrage Einmal, knowing the daughter of one of their pilots has become a Fey Touched. They won't love you sweetie, so if you ever need protection, just call me. Lailah will never forsake a little sweetie that she made."

Giving Atrum a light kiss on her exposed cheek, Lailah begins calmly walking off, mouthing a silent countdown to herself. Go ahead and describe an epic fight scene or so with the commercial Armors.

The Seventh Seraph making a mocking disapproval gesture, the Spatial Render Armors suddenly snap stiff. "Now now, you're suppose to respond when someone talks to you. Really, you Eldritchian using sickos are just plain impolite. Gosh, if only we, Einmal, could just kill you all... Can you imagine?" The other Armors shifting into giant metal spears, they begin swarming around Mistral trapping her in a limited area.

"I can imagine it, Mister... Sir gay? Odd name if you ask me, you don't really seem like a lighthearted follow. Some kind of ironic name right? Really I'm just glad I'm called Ezekiel, straightforward yes?" More dense metal orbs flying towards Sergey's Armor, a series of lasers suddenly bombard the Seventh Seraph. Turning towards the activated Destiny Driver, Ezekiel lets out a strained growl before contacting Sergey.

"Hey there pal, wanna tell your friend in the Destiny Driver to get out lest I kill you and the Skyblazer? Imagine how shitty he'll feel when I tell him I killed you both because he was being a rude little boy. Cause ready, he shouldn't be piloting that Armor. Too dangerous for ignorant folks like you to handle."

Bean Grinder

The wall shook. Ben shouted; Irelia was having a problem. "Got it. I have to drop the line, there's an issue outside, I'll be alright!" Dropping the phone and leaving the line open she headed outside to find several objects hovering in the air - and Irelia near Ben, having a panic attack of unknown reason.

Maybe this is the thing she was telling me about.

"Jander?" she asked. "Are you alright?"