Lucus rushed into the hanger and diving into the Wunderwaffen, leaving Agaris to pilot at full speed as he went into his bag and suited up mid-trip.

It was a protective suit, designed to also help sync with Agaris. Colored mostly in white but with blue markings and a blue, semi-electric visor in the helmet. It was a little small on him, having grown and not replaced it but it was still good.

Agaris quickly leaves the hanger piloting the Frame to Social District Seventeen. Both her and Lucus expecting the worst. Flying in the jet-flight mode autonomously the Armor moves at maximum speed there. Trying to move out of the way of as much debris as possible, not wanting to use the armors combat barriers before arriving.

edited 5th Sep '15 5:55:20 PM by darkdestinysoul

Vanguard Station, Shuttle Hangar

Sergey thought about it 'If I don't get hit from behind I'm fine, there's no time to get into another Armor. Just fill up my coolant, fix the leak, and prep the Nordwind. Send Enigma after me, Mireille will control it remotly. I try to not engage in combat.' Hopefully I'm not to late already 'Well if you say so, but be warned, this is extremly risky.' As he said this, some engineers hooked up a hyper-steel plate and roughly welded it into place, after a few minutes a little vehicle appeared and a little hose connected to the main coolant circuit and pumped the coolant fuild into the Armor. 'Okay we could fix the coolant leak. Your Armor is combat capable if you use the term loosely. Though do not engage in combat with the Eldrichian, it will take only one hit to the back and you're done, chances are that your reactor blows up then.' 'Roger.' He looked at Mireilles hologram. 'Mireille, leave the energy usage as is, I need to get down to earth as fast as possible.' 'As you wish, but you body won't be able to handle the strain for much longer.'

Sergey put his hands on the controls again. 'Sergey Smirnov in Prototype Assault Seelie Blitzkrieg - Resuming mission now.'

'Roger, you're clear for emergency reentry. Enigma will be send after you in 5 minutes at most. The Nordwind is ready outside of the station.'

edited 5th Sep '15 6:00:30 PM by Sergey_Smirnov

Cache Airspace, 5 km over Elysium

With the Nordwind reentry went smoothly and not even 2 minutes after the start Sergey hovered around 5km over the ground looking for the Pod, the Destiny Driver and Ultimo. Then he spotted them. 'Mistral, what happenend so far?' 'Nothing, the Destiny Driver has not yet arrived. Though he does appear on the radar, he will be here any second now.'

Ground forces were already beginning to assist with surviving the debris, CACHE drones finally reacting to further pieces and stopping them mid-flight. Yet as the Wunderwaffen of Pathseeker Lucus Lockheart closed in, the tentacle man stops his shrapnel rain. Its eye focusing on the Armor, one could almost believe it wants to hiss yet no noise comes from it. Instead its four 'limbs' tightly bunch together, 'arms' held high and 'legs' straightening out together. Then it rapidly spun, digging underground and emerging from underneath the Wunderwaffen with right 'arm' ready to grab and slam Lucus into the ground.

Cache Airspace, 5km over Elysium

'The eldrichian has been spotted and its position confirmed, lets go' With that both Sergey and Mistral flew over the impact area, as the severly destroyed part of the city came into sight they could see the Eldrichian attacking multiple Armors. 'Lets finnish this quickly.' With this Mistral fired a salvo of all her 8 Plasma-cannons along with several Nightmare-chains. Sergey hovered over the scene, trying to spot the Destiny Driver.

edited 5th Sep '15 6:39:40 PM by Sergey_Smirnov

Noticing the arrival of more Armors, the Eldritchian uses grabbing onto Lucus to slingshot itself back into the ground avoiding the attacks in the process. Clods of dirt and road getting forcibly launched from underneath randomly, the Eldritchian finally emerges behind the torn off door lid. Holding it up as a shield, the Eldritchian leaps at Mistral to bash into the Gigan shield first.

Entering the near scene, however, is a blackening knightly Armor. Though it could be mistaken as the Zero Lament reborn or the Falchion if one didn't know better, the Armor in question is the expermential Seelie named Destiny Driver. Hovering not far from Sergey, the Destiny Driver's head turns slightly to the left as if curiously examining the Blitzkrieg. Lightly pointing to the Eldritchian, the Destiny Driver seems to expect Sergey to join the attack.

Social District Seventeen

Mistral evaded the Eldrichian, though only closely. Atop of her Sergey turned the camera eye to the Destiny Driver 'Mistral, revert energy usage to normal' he then looked again at the Destiny Driver Not good, if I let him be destroyed thats mission failed, but fighting in this state will be very hard. 'Mistral, convert to support mode, if you cover my back it should be fine.' 'I do think I'm kinda a meatshield here but kay.' With that Ultimo quickly transformed and latched itself onto the back of Blitzkrieg. 'Systems connected, I am in control.' Sergey pointed with one of his pistols to the Eldrichian to show that he understood the Destiny Drivers intentions and fired a few shots. He then made a boost towards the Eldrichian, launching his 8 Drones and shooting from his Plasma cannons whiile trying to keep the Destiny Driver in his sight.

edited 5th Sep '15 7:07:46 PM by Sergey_Smirnov

Kit almost laughed as Silent Earth mentioned arrogance but stayed quiet as their superior ranted on. He knew there would be consequences if he followed through on his threats but he just had trouble taking those guys seriously. He was fairly thankful when the alarms started going and interrupted the conversation.

As the presence of a new Eldritchian became clear, Kit turned and ascended back up the passage and, once ensuring it was still fine and putting his pilot suit back on, re-entered his armour and waited for the others to get back into their.

Seth got jolted around a bit by the attack himself, and the mech stumbled with him. Once he got his bearings, he went dead serious, even more so than before.

"Let me tell you a little story," he said as he started down the corridor where he'd come from. "When I was eleven years old, an Eldritchian by the name Flash of Wrath came to town. I didn't get inside fast enough, so when that fuckboy decided a gas station was a good thing to make explode, I got sliced up bad. I couldn't see. I couldn't get up. All I could do was scream for help." He reached the end of the corridor. "Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital and they'd done surgery on me. For most people, I think those first few moments would be fuzzy, but for me, they were literally crystal clear. I couldn't not see anything in far more detail than I was used to. My arms and legs never moved at the speed I meant them to. And when I looked in the mirror, I knew my eyes weren't mine anymore." He jumped up, grabbing onto the edge. "I screamed a lot back then. I screamed when I was angry that this had happened to me, I screamed when I woke up from yet another nightmare about being killed by an Eldritchian, I screamed when I felt confused and helpless and alone and just...everything. It was a lot like the anger you're feeling right now, only mine was pretty aimless at first." He pulled himself up, and he was back up on the street.

"But once my brain spoke English instead of inarticulate vowels, I wanted to hit back at Flash of Wrath and every single one of the other Eldritchians. I wanted to get in my own Armor and just beat the shit out of all the things that scared me, all the things that reminded me of that day I became what I am." He made a gesture M.O.L.L.Y. seemed to recognize. The Telecaster came down, the amps extended out, and the Guillotine was in position for the Chariot to play. "So I adjusted to my augmentations, and I started studying up to come here for high school, and after seven years, I may finally get the chance to punch that eleven-year-old's nightmares in the face." He put his hands on the guitar, watching the other Armors on the scene and making sure he was at an angle where his next attack wouldn't hit them. "Hopefully, you understand me better now. If not, then I hope that changes someday." He started walking towards the Eldritchian, keeping up a brisk pace. "But either way, hold on to those grips, because now I've got something to say to that abomination in front of us."

He slid the pick up the strings of the guitar and took in a lungful of air. He kept walking with all the intent and purpose he'd ever had in his life, closing the gap between the Eldritchian and the Guillotine's range of effectiveness.

"I've got a secret! It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs and...I'm gonna keep it!" He stopped right where he was. He knew he was going to make the sound waves hit. "I know something you don't know!"

And with seven years' worth of emotion behind him, Seth played a galloping, palm-muted riff that he'd clearly been waiting to play in this situation for a long time. He didn't just bang his head in time with the music; his whole body moved with it, serving as its metronome. Once he'd gotten sufficiently into it, he started moving side-to-side, denying the Eldritchian the ability to pick a consistent spot to aim for. In the moment he'd been waiting an entire era of his life for, Seth couldn't believe how much better this felt than he'd thought it would.

edited 6th Sep '15 1:28:18 AM by NitrousThunder

The quick strike and leaving of the Eldritchian sends the flyer-mode armor and Lucus who was not seated inside flying off to one side, having to regain its stability.

Diving into the combat seat and hiting the button to deactivate the jet mode. "Initialize VAR connection, now!" Lucus commands hurridly, his' vision blanketed in a pure white light as his mind adjusts. His vision now becoming the vision of the Armor, his movements at the controls now feeling similar to moving naturally just heavier. Heads up displays appearing in his vision with information on the Armor. He could feel Agaris' mind in sync with his own, each thought being reflected of hers and capable of activating the functions of the Armor.
"Sync complete, system damage minimal. High threat detected, other craft detected in vicinity."

As with the aid of Agaris and as a result his increased reaction times to avoid debris. Moving to where the two crafts just were before starting their attack. Lucus with guidance assistance fires a volley from the plasma pistol with one hand, mainly to suppress while using the other arm shields.

Agaris opens a combat channel and sends the signal to all nearby armors she could detect. Lucus broadcasting out "Thanks for the distraction for whoever shot him. Anyway how many of us are here."

edited 6th Sep '15 2:26:48 AM by darkdestinysoul

Social District Seventeen

Sergey opened the com-channel 'All together I belive we are 6 people plus our respective Armors, but we need to look out for the Destiny Driver, Mistral and I were ordered to protect it during field-tests but were attacked by a Seraph who also could show up here any minute. During this attack the Destiny Driver nearly went berserk.' As he said that he brought up his Plasma-pistols and fired both in the direction of the Eldrichian, mostly as a distraction and as supressing fire. 'I recommend not interfering with the Destiny Driver for now, its highly experimental and more powerful than any of our Armors.'

Over the open channel in reply, "Got it. Try to keep moving and leave yourself a gap to escape if needed." Lucus said with a light but clearly serious tone. "Anything else I should know about the Destiny Driver?"

He himself moving rapidly, quickly shifting between using his aeiral and land mobility thrusters to vary his speed and make his own movements hard to predict as he continued to give suppressing fire.

Lucus trying to see how it also reacted to each shot, especially from multiple armors and angles and if it left any spot vulnerable.

edited 6th Sep '15 5:14:05 AM by darkdestinysoul

Social District Seventeen

Sergey made a slight boost to the left to evade one of the tendrils that shot up to grab him before answering. 'Well even we weren't briefend on the enterity of its abilities, though as of now I can confirm that it has the ability to transform, no morph is the better word here, also it still is unstable. Just watch out for anything he does. Oh and I think I might have an attack plan.' He briefly closed the com channel 'Mireille, have all Königsberg drones attack the spot where the right arm of this thing joins with the main body.' 'As you wish, I'm programming a suitable attack-pattern' He opened the com-channel again. 'We're going to rip its tendrils off, I'm trying to weakening it with my drones.'

edited 6th Sep '15 5:32:21 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

Tightly holding onto its improvised shield to withstand the attacks offered to it, the tentacle man briefly glances up at the Destiny Driver. Quickly turning its attention to Seth instead as it desperately clings to the pod door for protection, the Eldritchian almost seems mad that so many have turned up to fight. Then, with a rain of lasers pelting the door, did the Falchion finally arrive to the battle. Transport ship coming from the Main CACHE facility behind it, Sergey and Mistral alone are contacted by the pilot.

"This is Levi Long, pilot for the experimental Armor Falchion. Is there any particular strategy in mind for separating it from the pod door?" Though as the Falchion hovered in mid-air, arms crossed before it as the six gunblades drifted around it angling themselves... The Eldritchian drills into the ground once more, tunnelling its way underneath the Chariot of Fire intent on grabbing its legs.

Within the Chariot, though Atrum starts grimacing as her mutations continue to finalize, she mentally calls out to Seth. "Its beneath you, trying to pull you down! Its tentacles, they can... dissolve what they touch! For the love of god don't let that thing touch us!"

Social District Seventeen

Sergey turned the camera eye to the newly arived Armor This makes seven Armors for this fight, at least one of them damaged and another two in their experimental stages. Most of us seem to be armed mostly with Plasma-weapons, though this new one also seems to be armed with physical blades. As of now the door that this creature uses as a shield has withstood constant fire from multiple Plasma-weapons. He openend a com-channel 'As of now the door has withstood all our attacks. Also I don't want an Armor to near this tendrils so just ripping it of him is out of the question. With that in mind I've been trying to slash off the entire limb holding onto the door, that should do the trick.'

edited 6th Sep '15 5:57:50 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

"Agaris, call into base to see if they can get someone to send over the Arc Rifle. If our pistols are not enough I might need more fire power and this thing needs to be engaged at distance." Lucus thinks to her as he continues to weave quickly.
"Understood, though it will only have a limited number of shots in its current version."

Turning the microphone back on, "I'm in for cutting its tenticle off. Standard plasma fire may not work but I have a shocking idea." Lucus says with a odd light enthusiasm and a minor laugh, quite scared right now but the adrenaline is enough to hide that, causing him to joke about his idea.

Lucus Armor slows as he drops the force shield on one arm and instead to grasp the pistol with both. Redirecting power through it, causing him to slow down somewhat. The shots rapid shots from his pistol becoming super-heated and their ionized plasma fields charged with high current electricity.

edited 6th Sep '15 6:46:17 AM by darkdestinysoul

Social district Seventeen

'Roger that, we're distracting him for the time being, just remember to keep your distance.' Sergey turned his camera eye to the Eldrichian he shot all his 14 in a steady stream of Plasma towards the Eldrichian purposefully missing him by just a few centimeters to drive him away from the rest of the Pod. He looked briefly at Mireilles hologram 'When will Enigma arrive?' 'I do not know exactly but from what my latest calculations tell me in around 5 minutes. But this number has a fairly high margin of error.'

edited 6th Sep '15 7:10:52 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

Forcibly shifting its path underground, the tentacled Eldritchian emerges from behind the Chariot of Fire instead of underneath. Almost fluidly shifting its body around to dodge the attacks on it, orange fluid starts dipping from its tentacles. The fluid eating away at the ground as it falls, the Eldritchian starts flinging the acidic substance at the Armors actively attacking it.

Though, as the Destiny Driver silently watches over the fight and the Falchion moves out of the attack path with the six blades shifting into one, Sergey is suddenly contacted by a red eyed redhead girl. "I'm Faith Long, pilot of the Seelie Solaris. Do not let the Eldritchian damage the experimental unit Falchion! I'll be arriving within a few minutes so ensure she's safe, got it!?"

For Seth and Lucus, though, the calm voice of Ashley Edwards contacts them. "I'll be entering the battlefield within several minutes. Hopefully you'll have already eliminated it then, thus I expect only to freighten off CACHE from the remains. In addition, record the actions of the Armor hovering over the battle."

Social District Seventeen

With this we have eight Armors along with Enigma who also should arrive soon so we would total at nine Armors, our odds are steadily rising. He made another boost to the side 'Roger that, is there anything I need to know about Falchion?' Without waiting for an answer he suddenly made a boost away from the Eldrichian to evade one of his tentacles. Blitzkriegs cameraeye turned towards the Falchion as he saw the blade. 'You're not planning to attack him from melee range, do you?' Without even waiting for an answer he moved nearer to the Falchion to intercept him should the need arise. As he did so he looked for the Destiny Driver who still just floated above the battlefield.

edited 6th Sep '15 8:10:00 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

"Understood Ashley, always do." Lucus says replying. He briefly looked to one of the side monitor where Agaris had already been recording every aspect of this battle she can. Every Armor and foes movements, every projectile shot, plus audio, video, ultrasonic and thermal imagiing. It was common practice for Lucus and Agaris to passively record, after all they rely on analytics anyway.

As the acid sprays everywhere, Lucus moves the Armor back and then launching it upwards into the air. Using aerial movements to avoid the sprays. Though due to redirecting thruster power to the pistol, a little acid managed to burn into right arms armor plating. It wasn't enough to prevent Lucus from firing a aim-assisted volly of electrified plasma right at the source of acid. Timed to the slowest part of the tendrils sweep.

edited 6th Sep '15 8:13:35 AM by darkdestinysoul

Faith remaining silent for a few seconds, she speaks up. "The Falchion is using an experimental AGI instinctively capable of piloting any Armor. If the pilot doesn't respond, try contacting the program instead." When approached, the Falchion gives a brief glance towards the Blitzkrieg and her shrimpy pilot replies to Sergey.

"I'm going to test its durability to bladed attacks, Fal suggested it. Besides, don't you know Falchion's functions?" The giant blade suddenly becoming coated, it spins rapidly in front of the two Armors to evaporate the Eldritch acid flying towards them. The Eldritchian in question, almost intrigued by the maneuver, suddenly finds itself missing a fourth of its left 'arm'.

The center of its singular eye splitting apart to form multiple irises, its eye bending and shifting to gain a 360 degree view of the blown off limbs... The flesh around its eye briefly unfolds into a mass of wavering tendrils, clearly expressing outrage. Though a little bit of green fluid is able to leak from the stumps, the broken tentacles unravel before rebinding as shorter ones. Thus, the Eldritchian drills back underground, its two 'arms' emerging from underground before touching the land above it. Rapidly spinning underneath, it is clear the Eldritchian intends to hurl the mass.

Social Distict Seventeen

Sergey looked back and forth between the Destiny Driver and Falchion, it was a little hard even for him to look out for both machines while dodging the acid that splashed all around him, but for now he managed to do that quite nicely. He openend a com-channel to the Falchion 'Good you seem to be the only one capable of damaging it so far, keep that up, I'll protect you.' While further dodging acid he began to notice a pattern in the seemingly random flailing motions of the Eldrichian. 'Mireille, I want you to compute the movement-pattern of the Eldrichian and calculate the correlation between his movements and the targets he aims at.' Mireille nodded 'As you wish, I'll dedicate my full CPU power to this task.' Sergey smiled lightly and made a boost towards the right, evading another splat of acid. As a reacvtion he shot a salvo of his Plasma-cannons.

edited 6th Sep '15 9:43:33 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

Seeing the Eldritchian go under and prepared to hurl the mass Lucus seemingly withdrew back atop a largish structure. He wasn't fleeing but instead lining up a shot. Making adjustments based on its reactions thus far in the battle Agaris overlaying aim assistance and bullet path diagrams to the vision of Lucus. The two of them exchanging ideas and observations quickly and instinctively, thoughts bouncing off each-other.

Their goal was to take advantage of it hurling the mass and opening itself to get a clean burst of shots on its eye or eyes... Neither of them sure how to refer to it. This thing needs to be taken down quickly, hopefully before Ashley arrives.

edited 6th Sep '15 9:48:38 AM by darkdestinysoul

Social District Seventeen

'Sir I now have a first rough result based on a few first quick calculations. If I'm correct he intends to hurl the mass at the Destiny Driver, my calculations are not entirly accurate though, I still need to process more data.' 'That is accurate enough for me here' With that Sergey made a boost towards the Destiny Driver, intending to protect it from the mass as soon as it would be thrown. 'Sir may I suggest you to fire two of your anti capital missles as soon as the Eldrichian launches the mass. One aimed for the mass itself and the other at the creature itself as soon as the first one has destroyed the mass.' Sergey thought about the possibility of collateral damages, he openend a com channel to all Armors. 'Back away from the Eldrichian at once, I'm going to fire a anti capital missle, anyone in a radius of 75 meters will be caught in the blast. With that he readied two of his remaining missles. Waiting for the moment when the Eldrichian hurled the mass.

edited 6th Sep '15 11:06:31 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

Levi making a noise of confusion for being praised for Lucus' attack, Levi shrieks a bit upon hearing Sergey's announcement. "Why are you firing something so powerful!? CACHE Armors are suppose to be precise anyways, and what's the point if you end up obliterating the Eldritchian!? We can't study nothingness!"

Whilst the ground is further disturbed by the burrowing Eldritchian in its efforts to avoid attacks from above, the Destiny Driver suddenly snaps forward as if realizing something. Its color continuing to dull back to its original black, the right hand of the unit shoots forth on a variable length of chain to wrap around Blitzkrieg. Closing in on the front of Sergey's unit, a scratchy distorted voice calls out to him.

"Are you... ~destroyer~? Do you ~wish to~ break this world of mine? ~Why would you~ fire, such p-power on them? Th~ey~ couldn't flee in ~ti~me, is that your ~purpose~ here liv~ing~?" With 'feathers' slowly shredding from the Destiny Driver mutated booster spikes, the head of the Armor jerkily moves side to side as if trying learn about Sergey.

The Eldritchian down below, however, finally forcibly launching the chunk of land it sawed free. The chunk soaring in Lucus' direction as it flings some more acid before going under again, the Eldritchian is already beginning the chain of actions anew.