Psychie
Princess Psychie
Toph lines up her Mjolnir's cannon and selects a Plasma round for it. "Plasma shell going out to join the party. On the way." With a roar, the mecha's cannon sends out the selected ammo on its deadly path.
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"Smoke's on the way." Trying to ignore the mechakitten's excitement for a brief moment, she adjusts the targeting systems to cover Adamantium's back, and sends her load of smoke missiles on their way. Then, her left leaves the controls for long enough to try to scoop up Trouble and drag him out of her immediate vision - and onto the arm rest where he might not be quite as irritating. Calm down. Where, exactly? Down there? On the ship?
Trouble takes a moment to look over his little shoulder at Ylva, his face shows alarm and he gives a little gasp. "Ree-wrarrr!" "Of course, he's not a daaanger! How could you think he wuz a daaanger? Miss Hitomi told The Purr'fess'r she 'checked him out' an' dat 'he was cleeean!' Which reminds me... dis here spot is diiirty." Trouble begins licking the canopy glass in an attempt to remove some stain too small for Ylva to see from where she is.Fire does the trick. So does the smoke, thus far. Good. Seems like there's a way to regain control of this mess. And heck, those tanks certainly pack a punch when they get to hit a target. The Swede adds her own form of destruction to the mix. Less of a punch, but maybe enough. If it allows Adamantium to get out of there alive, it counts. Only then does she address Trouble's excitement once more.
"We'll find him, Trouble. He won't get away from us. Just gotta do this first." A number of buttons demand her attention for just a short moment, interrupting. "Who's he, anyway? Friend? Foe? Something else? Any idea if he's danger - or in danger?"
Mario grins, saying, "Thank you! Thank you! I'm here all week, and don't forget to tip your waitstaff!" He feels at home inside the heavily armored tank as he cycles the main gun for another MPAT shell. "Let's keep up the good work, Wild Cards! The Cap'n says to use AoE shells, and he's not a man you wish to disappoint! MPAT downrange, and get Adamantium out of there in one piece."But it is Mario's MPAT that cleans the house! No less than five secondary explosions of red and orange erupt under his perfectly-planted MPAT! Many clouds of Battle Pod debris can be seen briefly spinning wildly through the air. Mario can bet his family's spaghetti recipe that this is the result of a critical hit! Sounds over the radio of "Good shot!" and "Damn nice one, Wild Cards!" come over the open radio channel from First Flight in crystal clear audio inside Mario's Mjolnir.
Captain Sharp's response sounds about as open-minded as a man in his stressful position can be. "You tell me, son. I haven't seen a Veritech like the one you're in. Can you help out or is it better for you to get to safety?""Lieutenant Eadric Braidwood, ASC, Extraterrestrial Affairs Liaison." He's not sure why he added that last, except that it seems fairly relevant to the current situation, or at least his presence here. "Apologies for crashing the party, sir. I've just been assigned to Antarctica Base, but owing to, er --" it'd take too long to explain "-- unusual events, I haven't been able to report in yet. Any way I can be of assistance here?"
BOOP replies via the main monitor directly ahead of Eadric. There, from BOOP's perspective, Eadric sees a replay of himself and BOOP back in the base's hangar bay/schoolroom. Eadric has his bare hand near the keypad he was trying to access. Then the warm radiance appears and the temperature of the keypad rises to something far more comfortable than freezing temperatures.As if Eadric knew himself what he, or rather BOOP, could or could not do. Under his breath, hoping the veritech could hear but Captain Sharp couldn't, he asked, "D'you have full-sized weapons, or just the small ones for the mini-BOOPs?"
(ellipsis mine)Mario grins, saying, "Thank you! Thank you! I'm here all week, and don't forget to tip your waitstaff!" He feels at home inside the heavily armored tank as he cycles the main gun for another MPAT shell. "Let's keep up the good work, Wild Cards! The Cap'n says to use AoE shells...
This causes some good-natured chuckling to come from both the captain and the lieutenant. "Mario," Mack asks. "You get hit in the head or something? Captain Sharp and I sound nothing alike!"Mack shouts out. "They're slowing inside the cloud! Maybe walking over their dead! Hit 'em with area-of-effect rounds!" The cloud still prevents you from seeing in clearly.
Toph's MPAT round flies straight and true into what appears to be the shadowy outline of some kind of strange humanoid-shape Zeki mecha. But the round seems to pass clean into the cloud and then its gone. No secondary explosions, no primary explosions. It is as if the round just vanished!Following orders, she cycles up another MPAT to try and wipe out the enemy forces in front of them. "Firing MPAT!"
"Copy, lieutenant," is all the time Captain Sharp has to answer with. But Trouble on the other hand (paw?) has all the time in the world to answer the question Toph just put out there."Could be. Captain, I'm ready to take over anytime - Trouble's with me." For now, Ylva lets Sharp do the talking, and focuses on staying on target; if the first volley didn't do the trick, the second might get there.
As she does so, her curiosity is now running rampant wondering who is in the unknown Veritech. "Trouble, is that our missing Traverser out there?"
"It's just the cat, Sir. Sorry. Taking over right now." With that, she mutes herself in that channel, then quickly turns her attention to the ominous background noises. Trouble, get off the helmet. That sound's irritating. We'll celebrate once he's safely with us. Another promise that - hopefully - will mean that this Braidwood-fellow won't have to deal with the same sounds. There's little time for the mechakitten to get off, though, since she quickly opens the channel to contact the new arrival directly.Over the radio, muted and crazed slurping sounds, like some pink-tongued kitten affectionately licking the side of someone's helmet nonstop, ensues. Or is it just combat noise? You be the judge.
"What the hell is that coming over the channel?" Captain Sharp, who is not in the nexus, asks. You can tell getting a response for this is not high on his priority list, but still, a guy with his long battlefield history just has to ask.
Right then, Captain Sharp changes his mind. "Lt. Sveadotter, handle our new guest. If he can help, let him. I've got my hands full here."
Perfectly sensible question, under the circumstances, and Eadric had been rather expecting it, yet half-hoping it wouldn't come (vain hope! who wouldn't be asking in a situation like this?). While considering how best to reply, he looked at the main monitor and found BOOP's answer to his own query.Captain Sharp's response sounds about as open-minded as a man in his stressful position can be. "You tell me, son. I haven't seen a Veritech like the one you're in. Can you help out or is it better for you to get to safety?"
Eadrice watched the first scene, one he was present for but now viewed from a different perspective. Yes, of course, that GU-11-like weapon of his that seems not to be projectile-based. Energy, apparently -- heat? Certainly it produced as much as I needed, and with exquisite timing and precision. The image on the screen shifted, and he saw the mysterious cloud retreating from heat-based rounds. Whatever that is, it's not on our side, and it doesn't like heat. Which I may be able to provide. And then the close-up of BOOP's gun pod. Eadric nodded and patted the console in thanks.BOOP replies via the main monitor directly ahead of Eadric. There, from BOOP's perspective, Eadric sees a replay of himself and BOOP back in the base's hangar bay/schoolroom. Eadric has his bare hand near the keypad he was trying to access. Then the warm radiance appears and the temperature of the keypad rises to something far more comfortable than freezing temperatures.
A moment later, another shot. This one very recent. It shows a bunch of big, strong-looking hover tanks that Eadric sure as heck has never seen firing at a gigantic red cloud some 1 kilometer by 500 meters in size and 500 meters in height. When the tank rounds hit, some sail inside the cloud, swallowed up. But when the fire rounds hit, BOOP slows the video and shows it in thermographic detail. Reds and blues and yellows and greens dominate the screen and show the cloud retreating from the fire and, unlike natural smoke, it stays away... clearly from the heat!
BOOP then displays a highly-attractive picture of the GU-11-like Gun Pod currently mounted underneath it. BOOP zooms in. There is no tri-barrel 66mm cannon here, but a single darkly-polished glass that somehow does not seem to reflect light.
"BOOP?" comes the now-familiar sound into Eadric's ears. It sounds as if BOOP wants to know what to do next.
How does Eadric respond?
Eadric accepts the handoff without question or comment. Captain Sharp, Lieutenant Sveadotter, and whoever else was out there obviously didn't have time for chitchat, not with all the fire they were taking (and giving). He adjusts his own transmission accordingly. "I don't fully know -- I'm quite new to this model -- but it has excellent imaging, and I believe its primary weapon to be energy-based, probably heat-producing." And seems to think it can help against the cloud, if I'm understanding BOOP rightly, but I can't say that without sounding crazy, or without long explanations that will sound equally nuts. "So, I think I can help against the cloud, or provide overwatch* if you'd rather.""Lt. Sveadotter here, taking over for the Captain." She'd add more than her name, but it's not like she can just blurt out anything about the Broadsword; and 'killed in action' is an awkward profession if there's ever been one. "Sorry for any noises, got a bit of trouble. Stay away from the red insect cloud, they're bad news. Don't like heat, though. We won't refuse support - what can you offer?"