Purr
Kaerri's Man. =)
Robotech: Broadsword. Chapter Five: A Show of Hands
Definition: "A Show of Hands" (per Google) = "the raising of hands among a group of people to indicate a vote for or against something, with numbers typically being estimated rather than counted"
Definition: "Hand" (Poker lingo, per "Poker Terms") = Five cards, made of a player's pocket cards and the community cards
The double-explosion of Fat Man and Little Boy literally blew the Zeki-Zentraedi Assault Scout in half. Huge chunks of flaming debris showered the water in all directions. All hostile fire ceased as every living creature aboard the vessel met its end. There, off the Florida coastline of the Gulf of Mexico, a pair of little suns had briefly shone over the waters to deadly result. Due to the speed and course of the alien spacecraft, very little of the flaming, radioactive debris came near the Wild Cards and their allies. Nothing was left of their enemies but memories.
"YAAAAA-HAHAAA!!" Cera cried in happiness incarnate. Nothing brought reaction like this out of a Meltrandi, Ura or otherwise, than having a hand in the complete and wholesale destruction of their Zentraedi rivals. Cera bounced in the backseat, her hands hammered the cockpit glass, as she let off charged phrases in her own language that were light years past busy-but-relaxed Elinor's understanding. Still, Elinor knew ecstatic, nigh-fanatical cheering when she heard it.
In English, the Ura-Meltrandi yelled, "Take that, jerk-faces! Rot in oblivion like you deserve! Raaaaah!!" Less than a day old, Cera was in heaven.
By this time, the Wild Cards were as safe and as stable as could be reasonably provided under the circumstances. Hovering about 100 feet above the morning water, Elinor had the satisfaction of having correctly calculated and communicated the science behind providing Mario's VHT a way not to get wet.
Mario looked about and saw his tank firmly between a white Valkyrie and a cherry-red Valkyrie in Guardian mode. Their thrust held his tank aloft so securely he was confident he could climb out of his tank in Battloid mode at this very moment.
So too held aloft by the amazing power of protoculture was the Super Tomahawk. Still in supine position, the immense destroid avoided dropping into the deep waters below you simply by the power of all of the thrusters on its "backpack". However, it was clear the vehicle could not change position any more than Mario could transform his tank; one wrong move and either vehicle would sink, well, like a mecha dropped into a gulf. Meanwhile, Iris seemed to be motionless as if sunbathing or greeting the slowly-rising sun.
Covered in sweat from head-to-toe, Toph rendezvoused with the Wild Cards. In moments, she found her Ajax hovering in helicopter mode near her comrades. As the pieces of the destroyed Zeki-Zentraedi warship continued to splash into the water, everyone was able to enjoy the sight of the broken, smoking vessel smashing into the water in two great pieces and several million smaller pieces.
The nearest Florida beach was now some 15 miles north and well out of your sight. You had heard no radio chatter over your channel nor seen any sign of friendlies in your area. For once, all was finally calm and peaceful. As the glowing orange sun slowly peeked over the eastern horizon, Cera continued to cheer like a woman possessed.
Very far off in the distance, you sighted another vessel. This one was neither ASC nor Zentraedi, but a huge and beautiful starship about the size of a Salan Scout Ship. It was sharply angular and dangerous-looking to the extreme. It was cruising away from you and in no hurry. Slowly, the entire ship began to spin into a maneuver recognized by all of the Wild Cards.
It was a victory roll.
Cera beamed and pointed with great pride and longing. "War-queen Taniya honors our victory over the Zeki with this salute!"
It was a new day - and it belonged to combination of the Traversers and the Army of the Southern Cross - more formally known as the Wild Cards.
Definition: "A Show of Hands" (per Google) = "the raising of hands among a group of people to indicate a vote for or against something, with numbers typically being estimated rather than counted"
Definition: "Hand" (Poker lingo, per "Poker Terms") = Five cards, made of a player's pocket cards and the community cards
* * *
The double-explosion of Fat Man and Little Boy literally blew the Zeki-Zentraedi Assault Scout in half. Huge chunks of flaming debris showered the water in all directions. All hostile fire ceased as every living creature aboard the vessel met its end. There, off the Florida coastline of the Gulf of Mexico, a pair of little suns had briefly shone over the waters to deadly result. Due to the speed and course of the alien spacecraft, very little of the flaming, radioactive debris came near the Wild Cards and their allies. Nothing was left of their enemies but memories.
"YAAAAA-HAHAAA!!" Cera cried in happiness incarnate. Nothing brought reaction like this out of a Meltrandi, Ura or otherwise, than having a hand in the complete and wholesale destruction of their Zentraedi rivals. Cera bounced in the backseat, her hands hammered the cockpit glass, as she let off charged phrases in her own language that were light years past busy-but-relaxed Elinor's understanding. Still, Elinor knew ecstatic, nigh-fanatical cheering when she heard it.
In English, the Ura-Meltrandi yelled, "Take that, jerk-faces! Rot in oblivion like you deserve! Raaaaah!!" Less than a day old, Cera was in heaven.
This is Cera's brain right now. Happy bouncy Cera brain. Why not share the fun with you too? =)
"Color My Love" by Fun Fun
"Color My Love" by Fun Fun
By this time, the Wild Cards were as safe and as stable as could be reasonably provided under the circumstances. Hovering about 100 feet above the morning water, Elinor had the satisfaction of having correctly calculated and communicated the science behind providing Mario's VHT a way not to get wet.
Mario looked about and saw his tank firmly between a white Valkyrie and a cherry-red Valkyrie in Guardian mode. Their thrust held his tank aloft so securely he was confident he could climb out of his tank in Battloid mode at this very moment.
So too held aloft by the amazing power of protoculture was the Super Tomahawk. Still in supine position, the immense destroid avoided dropping into the deep waters below you simply by the power of all of the thrusters on its "backpack". However, it was clear the vehicle could not change position any more than Mario could transform his tank; one wrong move and either vehicle would sink, well, like a mecha dropped into a gulf. Meanwhile, Iris seemed to be motionless as if sunbathing or greeting the slowly-rising sun.
Covered in sweat from head-to-toe, Toph rendezvoused with the Wild Cards. In moments, she found her Ajax hovering in helicopter mode near her comrades. As the pieces of the destroyed Zeki-Zentraedi warship continued to splash into the water, everyone was able to enjoy the sight of the broken, smoking vessel smashing into the water in two great pieces and several million smaller pieces.
The nearest Florida beach was now some 15 miles north and well out of your sight. You had heard no radio chatter over your channel nor seen any sign of friendlies in your area. For once, all was finally calm and peaceful. As the glowing orange sun slowly peeked over the eastern horizon, Cera continued to cheer like a woman possessed.
Very far off in the distance, you sighted another vessel. This one was neither ASC nor Zentraedi, but a huge and beautiful starship about the size of a Salan Scout Ship. It was sharply angular and dangerous-looking to the extreme. It was cruising away from you and in no hurry. Slowly, the entire ship began to spin into a maneuver recognized by all of the Wild Cards.
It was a victory roll.
Cera beamed and pointed with great pride and longing. "War-queen Taniya honors our victory over the Zeki with this salute!"
It was a new day - and it belonged to combination of the Traversers and the Army of the Southern Cross - more formally known as the Wild Cards.
