Super Robot Wars: Shine in the Storm (Mecha RP, Accepting)

[Doomslapper]

Nereel was instantly disheartened when she emerged from her gas cloud. The Valsion was not a smoking ruin as she had expected. Far worse, it was blazing right toward her. And it had known exactly where she was.
There was no time to react, no time to think, no time to plan. Her left hand gripped the thrust control mechanism, but the critical second it took for her to do so was one second too long.
She felt the back of her skull smack against the back of her helmet which smacked against the back of the cockpit seat. The G-force of the impact flattened instantly. Momentum dampeners could only do so much; Nereel's vision swam as her eyesight was blurred by the sheer speed of motion.
Whee was whe? She couldn't glance at her position locator; it too was a blurred half-image that swam against her already spinning view of the world. All she did know was that she was being hurtled away at impossibly high speeds.
But Nereel was never helpless. Forcing her arms to move, she worked the Gendarmes' arms, managing to force its palms flat against the Valsion's frame. She couldn't see where she'd placed them; all she had to rely on was the subtle force-feedback that indicated that the mobile suit's hands were flat against something. Her own thrusters were off; trying to work against the Valsion's speed would be futile. She closed her eyes- the better to block out her spinning vision- and pressed her thumbs flat against the triggger sticks.
Both of the Gendarmes' hands glowed as they unleashed a stream of liquid fire directly into the Valsion. Napalm burning at 1300 degrees celsius spattered all over the Valsion's front and began to fry it. She still didn't dare open her eyes; Nereel couldn't risk whatever small semblence of control she'd regained by trying to use her eyesight again. Her fingers moved on their own, seeking out a blue button on her control panel. They found it and depressed the button.
A two foot wide section on the Gendarmes' lower chest slid open and a long, thin metallic spike emerged, scratching against the Valsion's own chest. A second later, miniature rockets fired it forward with tremendous force; almost 3000 newtons on the point. And it would go directly into the Valsion...

((I figure that the Valsion will try to move around Roger and continue to try and ram the Gendarmes, so here is my response to that. If, for whatever reason, it is unable to (evade Roger, that is), then ignore this post. I shall compose another in that case.))

[RikoSeryuji]

"Hey hey hey! No blatant unnecessary murder of allies!"

Millie seemed to get offended by the order to fire through Roger if necessary. It wasn't just that he was basically telling them to kill him, that was only part of it. The worst part would be if her unit, which was supposed to be filled with expert marksmen, needed to make such a shot.

"With the size of that big enemy dude compared to the Captain, you should easily be able to hit it. If you have to shoot through the captain, then you're no expert marksman, and don't belong on my squad!"

Millie moved her Oxtongue Rifle into attack position, ready to perfectly place her shots to to the maximum amount of damage without hitting Roger. To her, a sniper bullet should be unimpeded, touching nothing but the target it was meant for and the air; that way it maintained its maximum penetration power. It was true that if she caused the enemy to explode, Roger would probably get caught in the explosion anyway, but this wasn't about something as unimportant as a single life! This was about principle!

"Anyone confident in their accuracy can fire..."

Millie fired off four rounds from her rifle, all of her shots were right on target.

As Roger began to attack from above, attempting to drive the enemy away from Nereel, Tsoruya used the chance to flank the enemy mech, moving around to its back. The back armor was usually the weakest, and he could hamper the enemy's ability to move if not destroy it outright. As he approached the enemy, he looked towards where he knew Millie was. He could figure what trajectory she would want to use to attack, and positioned himself so that if the bullets traveled through the opponent, they would have the least chance of hitting him. Activating the wrist-mounted beam blade, he moved in to attack.

Makalo didn't even attempt to evade any of the enemy attacks, though he spotted them all. As Roger rammed into the Valsion at top speed, the mech's size and power of its thrusters made its course all but unaffected. After making contact, Roger just got pulled along as he rammed into the Gendarmes, though it did lessen the force of the impact significantly. Millie's shots pierced through the Valsion's armor, causing massive damage, and the attacks it was receiving from in front and behind had whittled the machine almost down to nothing. The mech looked to be on its last legs, like it couldn't take any more.

"...I nice team effort, but I suppose this ends now..."

As Aya launched in her Valsione, she first saw the other warship that seemed to be joining the fray and firing on the Hagane. She suspected that the others could handle the enemy mech, someone had to help the Hagane before it was overwhelmed. She aimed her cross smasher at the Flag, preparing to fire, but she saw something: smoke coming from one of the cabins. It looked strange, the ship had not been hit yet, but there was smoke coming from it? And that wasn't a room where machinery was active, it looked like a personal room. Aya began to think it might have been a signal, a prisoner calling for help.

If I just fire, I could hurt whoever's in that room. I need to confirm it first...

Aya held her cross smasher's charge as she flew in closer towards the ship, evading enemy fire as she did. She launched her attack towards the hangar doors, hoping to destroy them and prevent any backup units from being launched. As she neared the smoke filled room, she tried to think of a way to open the hull up to free whoever was inside. She didn't have appropriate weaponry, but maybe one of the others had a beam saber she could use. As she looked down, however, she saw that they were engaged with a mach that looked exactly like her father's Valsion, and had it engaged at close range.

"I-Is that my father's...oh no, this is bad!"

It might have looked like they had the Valsion on the ropes, but they were all in the exact wrong position to be in. The machine's most powerful attack could easily wipe them all out.

"Tsoruya, Roger, Nereel, get away from there! You're all in range of its megaton wave!"

Makalo heard the warning over the open com and gave a slight smirk.

"Heh, it's too late... This has been an entertaining battle, but now you all die..."

The Valsion released as much energy as it could in a spherical blast, originating from its own center. This attack was its most powerful, more than both its cross smashers combined, and all of his enemies were nice enough to gather around him to all be hit by it at once.

[RikoSeryuji]

((Just in case you forgot, Valsion's attacks
Sword, Cross Smasher, and Megaton Wave))

[Blazing Eagle]

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THE FLAG
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The sub captain was busy ordering his men vital commands. ""Fire the mass of it's cannon on attacks on the Hagane. Launch the all mechs and pilots." He watched the main screen of the battle. He had saving some cannons for denfense or anything eles. He had ordered his suits to launch as he knew in battle there is time when a catapults would break or be destoryed. The refuel ships and fighters would have clear hangers to use in battle. He was a very battle wise captain form battle before.

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IRIS WILSON
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Once she heard the explosion and gas coming form Julie's room, she new what that it was her little sister. She checks her clips on her pistol before walking to Julie room where she had left Florence's was last. "Nobody is going to see your little fire works sis and save you. You been promoted form our captive to our little test pilot." Iris feels the rocking of her ship as she opens a screen to the bridge.

"What is going on here, cancel the alarms in Julie's room. We have it under control on and what with the battle. WHAT WHERE ATTACKING!"

She takes out her pistol and aims it at her sister Julie's room and aims for Florence. There was one shoot and the sound of loud thud which would be Florence. She see form the monitor status of ship, main monitor, and the mobile suits.

"There another ship in the area make be sure.... What hit us... Aya...."

She walked to into the takes Florence over her shoulder and walked with Julie to her docks where her mobile suit was waiting. She takes Michelle with her as she climbs into her mobile suit. When the dust settles of the hanger's door, Gust's stripped frame should come into view for Aya. Iris takes off taking out some enemy fighters in her way as she looks around the battle field.

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Julie Wilson
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Julie was acting as Iris's right hand person like always when she the explotion coming form her room. Julie had blinked when Iris was checking her pistol. Inside her head she was thinking, "OMG is Iris going to kill her..." She followed Iris to her room and watches as Iris shoot at figure of Florence who then fell onto the floor. Iris had picked up Florence and was on was looking at the main monitor of the ship.

"A mobile suit blew up the hanger's door give me a visual... It looks like... how can Aya be here."

She watched Iris turn and head to her mobile suit. Julie does the same and goes to her mobile suit and then after doing her checks takes off beside Iris. She helps Iris to take out mobile suit fighters that where near them as she hovers as she waits to see what Iris would do next.

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Florence Wilson
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Florence hope that smoke would get someone to notice, she hear a shoot and then blacked out. She was glad she had her pink Haro inside her shirt. When she awoke she was inside Iris's mobile unit, she looked around and then see Iris's monitor of the battle that was going on.

"Aya help me please..."

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Sliver
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He was going out of his mind when he heard that Aya shoot at the flag. He then see to his delight that it was still fighting and operational. He was watching form the extended range of the ship's camera.

"Wait what is that two mobile suit that just shoot out and hovering in battle. It must be Iris and Julie.

[Doomslapper]

In hindsight, having her eyes closed was the merciful thing.
At first, she noticed that everything was suddenly becoming very hot. Was she sweating? That shouldn't have happened; her armour had a temperature control suite designed to keep her body temperature at 30 degrees celcius.
The warning alarm rang next in her ears, incessant and insistant. Nereel tried to pry her eyelids open but saw nothing; all the world was as black as a starless night sky.
She felt weightless and disoriented; she couldn't tell which way was up. Had she died? It seemed likely; a short flash of information across her helmet's HUD informed her that the Gendarmes' external temperature had exceeded its usual tolerance capabilites. She saw a '4' accompanied by more zeroes than she cared to try counting.
Then the world seemed to crash back into focus as a monstrously powerful force slammed through her body. Air rushed out of her mouth and nose in one horribly swift motion; she couldn't force it back in. Another wall of text acrolled past her HUD leisurely; she tried to focus on it but found that she could not. Something was blocking her ability to think. She forced herself to do it anyway.
Danger. External sensors detect pressure yield in excess of 4000 newtons. Auto eject initiated... Failure. Eject sequencer jammed.
And in one second, all became clear. Nereel had a single moment of lucidity, of clarity: The Valsion had done something. Whatever it was, the heat output had been tremendous. The Gendarmes had been stuck to it; it had taken the brunt, and now it was sinking toward the ocean's depths. She calculated: Nine tons of weight would sink to 10,000 newtons of pressure within... what? Four minutes.
She had to get out. Nereel blinked once at a flashing red dot in the upper left section of her helmet's HUD and the microwave link connecting her projectors to the Gendarmes' optical camera were severed. She was back inside her own cockpit with everything lit up by the dull red glow of emergency lighting. Her first glance went to her mobile suit status indicator; it had blown out during the energy surge. If there was anything left of the Gendarmes, she couldn't tell from in here.
Nereel might have been afraid, but she never panicked. The knee-jerk reaction of wanting to eject and flee passed away suddenly and was replaced by relaxed control.
The ejector was jammed. If she was going to survive this, she would have to find another way. She was not going to simply jump and run. The Gendarmes was her mobile suit. She was not going to leave it here to be crushed.
Without knowing what her mobile suit had left, she gripped the thrust control and pushed it up to full. The Gendarmes vibrated in response; a good sign. At least some of its thrusters were still working. Nereel pushed harder.

The mobile suit exploded out of the surface of the water a full minute later, and the world outside Nereel's cockpit saw what she could not. Entire sections of the outer armour had been reduced to slag that had supercooled all over the front and edges. The basic substructure of the mobile suit seemed intact, making the Gendarmes look like a skeleton risen out of the depths. What was left of the head was a withered stump that was now little more than a knob. Five thrusters, all that were left of the machine's original total, still flared against the sky as they struggled to keep the Gendarmes skyworthy. Whatever weapons the mobile suit had carried, all were gone now. The artillery cannon on its shoulder still loomed large, but the ammunition rack just beneath it was empty for all the good it would do now.
And yet Nereel saw nothing except for her own panel inside the cockpit. She kept moving upward and tapped her radio unit. It did not respond; the Gendarmes' antenna receiver had been melted away.
But she was calm; If she died, it would be while standing and not as a fleeing rat deserting a sinking ship...

[SnakeStrike5]

"The jury is now prepared to render judgement." The bald, middle-aged spokesman announced. The microphone attached to the front of his suit was unnecessary; the courtroom was almost deserted. Aside from the twelve men and women of the jury and a presiding judge, there were only eleven other people in the room; six of them Celestial Guardsmen and the other five: Walde Haiti, Terkury Jennet, Zuka, Arjay Vihedi and Allad Wallace. The toughened mercenary was sitting at the front of the group and stood up when the jury re-entered the room. Three Celestials Guardsmen moved to restrain him almost on reflex; Allad halted them with a harsh glare. They glared back- one even gripped his pistol- but they did not move further.
The tension in the room rose another notch as Allad approached the raised platform; a single double-rail made of steel divided him from the jury and judge. Walde, Jenny and Arjay all cast threatening glances at Zuka. She ignored them and kept her own emotionless gaze fixed on Allad's back. Her arm had been reattached, but that was only one of the many events that had unfurled once the Plataea limped back to the Athens Cluster.
"Mr. Wallace, this jury hereby finds you guilty of assaulting the Celestial Guardsman named Hellenia Kesadi and of conspiring to imprison said Guardsman within the civilian shuttle Plataea, registered to the pilot Walde Haiti. This jury also finds you guilty of conspiring to hijack said shuttle, and this jury also finds you guilty of using lethal force to resist arrest by Celestial Guardsmen enforcers." The spokesman stopped for a moment and frowned at Allad over the rim of his spectacles. The large man had not said a word.
"In addition, this jury has considered statements made by the individuals Walde Haiti, Terkury Jennet and Arjay Vihedi- and your own- and we hereby find those mentioned individuals not guilty of the charges mentioned earlier. Upon the conclusion of this trial, they will be escorted to any Cluster of their choice. Mr. Wallace, we hereby sentence you to death, to be carried out by lethal injection two weeks from now within the prison ship Tartarus III. You will-"
"That's too far!" Walde shouted suddenly, springing to his feet in rage.
"We were all in on it! You can't kill him for-"
"You were given a chance to speak, Mr. Haiti. You did not mention any of this in your statement." The judge interrupted with a raised hand. He looked interested nevertheless.
"You said, and we have it on recording, that Mr. Wallace ordered you to ignore the instructions you received from the Traffic Control Section at gunpoint."
"It was a set-up! He wanted to take the blame and told us that we-"
"Walde." The word- just one word- had all the authority of a born commander behind it. Allad looked over his shoulder at the red-faced pilot and all of Walde's steam seemed to vanish. Allad smiled; a genuine, humble smile.
Silence. It pervaded the courtroom for a full minute. Then the judge nodded at the Celestial Guardsmen and they moved to surround Allad. He stepped off the platform without another word and allowed them to handcuff him and walk him off.
"No! This is wrong! Zuka was going to kill that pink-headed mongrel! You have to listen!" Walde shouted again, his momentum recovered. He made to scramble off the bench and jump over the railing at the momentarily terrified jury. Two Guarsmen broke off from Allad's group and drew their guns.
"Walde, don't." Jenny stopped him by grabbing his arm from behind. Her firm grip defalted Walde once again.
"We can't... we can't let them do this..." He stared down at the small woman, biting the inside of his cheek to hold back tears of bitter rage.
"We can't help him now." Jenny hugged him, burying her face into Walde's shoulder to hide her own tears.
"Allad wanted this. They've passed the judgement."
Walde trembled in anger for another second, then seemed to collapse again when Arjay stood up and meekly touched his back. The doctor had the bravest face of all of them. Walde dropped his own head into Jenny's black hair and there was a moment of utter tenderness between the group as everyone was united in their quiet mourning of their two brothers: one dead, one soon to be dead.
That emotion was quickly replaced by hot, violent anger as all eyes shifted to Zuka. She studiously avoided their stares.
It was all her fault. Zuka could have left once the Plataea had docked with Athens. She could have made up a story about why her arm wasn't attached anymore. Everyone could have gone back to their lives, or at least whatever semblence of life they could find. Losing Nicolai had changed everyone.
But Zuka had been bitter. She'd notified her fellow Guardsmen of the truth. Of course they'd believed her. She was one of them. And suddenly Celestial Guardsmen were surrounding the Plataea demanding that everyone within surrender. Allad had done the stupidly heroic thing by taking the blame onto himself. Walde couldn't decide which was worse: that he'd allowed himself to agree to the plan, or that Zuka had betrayed all of them.
He'd get back at her for this one day. Allad was going to get poisoned and die because of her. Walde would make sure of it.
"I have a final request." Allad said suddenly, his perfectly controlled voice resonating across the room before he was led off.
The judge nodded.
"I would like to write a single letter addressed to Zuka, to be delivered an hour before my execution." He nodded at the turquoise eyed woman. She made eye contact with the doomed man for just a second before looking away. Still she showed no emotion.
"The jury will consider your request. You will be notified of our decision in writing tomorrow." The spokesman replied. Allad nodded with a single tilt of his head and then he turned to leave again. The Guarsmen closed in around him. One gave a silent thumbs-up to Zuka. She did not respond.
The courtroom door slammed shut behind them.


((Mwahaha! The Zodiac plot thickens!))

[Reaver428]

It would seem that the heavy shield equipped on Roger's White wolf was it's saving grace.it bore the brunt of the blast and the suit itself escaped major damage as it boosted away. Unfortunately the force on the blastblew the beam rifle forcefully out of the mech right hand ripping the hand itself away as well. He checked the status of the armed itself and was pleased to see the wrist mounted beam saber still intact.

He changed direction and moved to take a defensive position Close to what was left of the Gendarmes drawing the back mounted beam machine gun with the left hand of the White Wolf.

"This is Roger to the Gendarmes....You look a little haggard how are you holding up?" he asked over the comm concern marked in his voice....he wasn't eager to lose a comrade today. His heart sank as he got only static from the other end........Her Comm must have been damaged ....he thought to himself, hoping that the gendarmes rising from the water meant that Nereel was uninjured.

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"Flintlock Firing now!" said the Lieutenant as all of them openfire as soon as the Valsion's attack subsided....they had purposely waited until Roger was clear......"Ma'am, we've been fighting for a long time. Wars, insurgencies, border disputes, you name it....we've never had to take the life of an ally.....just don't tell Roger.....He hates it when we disobey that order....he only gives it to makes his crew understand he's willing to take any risk himself before ever ordering one of use to do it........that and we've seen attacks and tactics like that before......high output energy field attacks like that tend to deflect our rifles.....they have a different particle calibration setting than yours....they can cut through most shield and armor but attacks like that disrupt their particle density. Any shot that get's through would litterally pass through the target as a mass of radioactive energy.....now if we wanted to kill someone with mild radiation poisoning over the course of 5 years we'd gladly fire ......we just figured you didn't have that kind of time........ma'am." he concluded

[Blazing Eagle]

((Yay Snake is back... Waiting for people to interact with me.))

[Doomslapper]

((I can think of no response, Reaver428, beyond 'Nereel does not hear Roger'. A very short post by anyone's standards, so I shall not make it formal.))

[RikoSeryuji]

Tsoruya's saber was in the enemy's back when he heard Aya's warning. It was too late to move away, he probably wouldn't have even had time to take the shield off his back to absorb some of the damage. He knew that no matter what he did, the odds were he was going to die.

He turned the mech around, turning its back and the shield towards the blast and thrusting forward as quickly as he could. He figured this would give him the best odds of success. He brought the mech's arms in close to the hatch, so that the front of the mech would be shielded from the blast. He figured that if the mech itself could survive the blast, the reactor would begin going critical anyway, meaning he had to be ready to escape. He may have had to be lucky for the debris not to fall on him, but at least he would be jumping into water and not on the ground.


"T-Tsoruya?"

As Millie saw the blast and saw that Tsoruya was caught in it, her eyes opened wide. His mech survived the blast itself, but from the way it was sparking wildly and the small explosions inside, it was only a few seconds until the reactor itself went critical. Millie's eyes were still wide open as the mech erupted into an inferno, and the flaming metal chunks hurtled down into the water.

Something in the blast, however, caught Millie's eye. She saw Tsoruya get out of the mech, and splashing down in the water. He was safe; probably pretty badly hurt, but safe. Only Millie's eyes were keen enough to see him though, the others would have no clue he made it out alive.

"You b*****d! How dare you hurt Tsoruya like that!"

The Weissritter hit its thrusters, moving off the Jolly Roger at top speed and heading right for the Valsion. She sounded angry and ready to kill, but strangely not as upset as one would think she would be.


Aya could only watch as the Valsion's attack decimated her three allies. From what she had seen and what Xepher had determined, it seemed that they were all alive for the moment. Aya didn't have time to feel bad or even try to help them. All chance of rescue would be gone for them if the Hagane was sunk, so she needed to find some way to stop the Flag and the Shirogane.

...If I overcharge the shot, it will drain from the Valsione's generator and lessen my overall ability, but it should give me power significant to deal severe damage to both ships...

The Valsione spun around, pointing one of its arms at the propulsion system of the Flag and one at the main cannons of the Shirogane. With Xepher assisting (or more like controlling) her, she was able to shift her eyes back and forth between the two targets and line both shots up clearly.

"Cross Smasher!"

One of her shots went right to the Flag's thrusters, dealing a severe amount of damage. If it took any more damage, it wouldn't be able to sustain the ship's altitude and would begin to crash. The other shot pounded into the Shirogane's barrier and penetrated it, landing squarely in the ship's main cannons. They were now a mangled mess, unable to fire on the Hagane or anyone else. It still had its other weapons, but without its powerful beam cannons, there was little way for the Shirogane to stand up to the Hagane now.

Once Aya finished her attack, she looked over to the mech that arrived, her Valsione's face reflecting her calm, almost blank stare. Though Aya wasn't expecting to see the Gust, she didn't seem to be surprised. Her voice had become calm and even too, almost unfeeling and mechanical.

"...The Gust? Does that mean Florence is in there? Florence, can you read me?"


"I connected...but now it looks...as if I'm in a bad position..."

The ever calm Makalo was now in some serious trouble. The damage the Valsion had taken was too great and he couldn't use another attack like that, or he would tear the mech apart himself. Then again, there weren't any other attacks he could make. The Valsion had lost its arms and with them all armaments besides the Megaton wave. His thrusters were failing, just barely able to keep himself in the air. Then there was the Weissritter charging at him.

"Interesting...what move does one make when they have no moves left?"

Even if he wanted to use another Megaton wave in a suicide attack, it would be a while before it recharged. He was all but defenseless. However, he didn't seem to mind, he actually enjoyed the challenge; the game of how to stay alive.

[Doomslapper]

((I still see no way for Nereel to contribute, so do not expect anything from me.))

[Reaver428]

Roger, concerned about leaving the battered gendarmes undefended tries to consider a way to end this quickly.

Damn now Millie's broken rank.....not good he thought.

"Flintlock support fire around Westwood!" he commanded.
and they obeyed.

A staggered volley of fire began to fire around and beyond Millie at the Valsion as if to surpress and counter any attempts to impede her advance.

As that exchange continued he turned his attention to the gendarmes and moved in front of what was hopefully a working main camera. The next part was a risk but he needed to know if Nareel required medical assistance......he moved closer and opened the cockpit moving his hand as a sign for her to do the same. He could only pray that she could see him.

((sorry about the delay......technical difficulties.......DAMN YOU VISTA!!!!!!!))

[Doomslapper]

The gloominess was almost oppressive, and Nereel still had no idea where she was. Nothing appeared to be impeding the Gendarmes' upward progress so she guessed she was in clear skies. What she didn't know was how high up she'd gone. The sky was not the limit; that lesson she'd learned early in her training. Her altitude meter, much like everything else, had blown out.
It was time for a drastic solution. Nereel flicked on her helmet's spotlamp, basking for a second in the warm glow of the bright yellow light. She fumbled around in her equipment belt until she finally found what she was looking for: a circular disk, about the size of a human palm. Two nondescript buttons adorned either side, and the upper edge of the disc had a short sentence stenciled onto it in French and English: THIS SIDE TOWARD ENEMY.
A French manufactured Maginot breaching charge, designed to allow infantry the ability to blast their way into enemy armour. Nereel stared at the disc, quickly reevaluating her plan. She laughed grimly when she realized she had no alternative. It was either this or stay blind.
She had to trust her vhettin now; in its protective properties. She hoped it stood up to all it had been made out to be. Nereel depressed both red buttons with her free hand and the explosive began to whine. She stretched out, feeling her hand shake, and stuck the disc onto the cockpit door- the inside of it. The disc began to blink as it began its short three second countdown. In that time, a destructive chemical reaction would release a tremendous amount of energy, enough to blast open a man-sized space in nearly any armor. If it worked, Nereel reminded herself, the Gendarmes' cockpit door would blow outward and she'd be able to see, even it wouldn't be a very good view. If it didn't and she'd miscalculated...
At least it would be quick, Nereel thought. She closed her eyes and brought her arms up to cover herself, and thought of her family.
She didn't quite notice what happened next. A tremendous roar, the loudest she'd heard in her life, worked its way past her helmet's sound dampeners and deafened her, the skull-shattering sound knocking her into a state of semiconsciousness. Nereel was dimly aware of a huge weight pressing her backward into the padded seat, and then a sudden rush of air that charged outward and nearly tore her free. On instinct, she snapped her arms down and grabbed onto the armrests, struggling fiercely against the invisible giant that was trying to tear her out and throw her to certain death. Her helmet's flash visor activated automatically and shielded her vision from the bright flash from the charge, and when it cleared, Nereel squinted in the sudden wash of sunlight and fought to make sense of it all.
The blue sky, interrupted briefly with clouds, ran overhead. That was good; she hadn't gone that far up. Nereel craned her neck out at a similar blue sky beneath her.
No, that was the ocean, she reminded herself. Far below. Very far below.
She realized then what the pulling force was; air pressure was trying to yank her out of her recently unsealed cockpit and out into the empty void beyond the Gendarmes. Even as he realized it, the force lessened as the air pressures stabilized.
Then she noticed Roger's mobile suit hovering ahead of her, matching the Gendarmes' upward motion. He was waving at her.
Despite everything, including the sudden burning pain in the back of her neck that was beginning to worry her, Nereel felt incensed. What was this rogue doing?
She would have yelled at him if she thought it would do any good. Fortunately, she found a vent quickly enough. Her HUD began to flash in the corner; it had found a radio frequency. Her vhettin's systems, unaffected by the earlier blast, were still working perfectly and had located Roger's radio frequency. They were close enough for Nereel's helmet to communicate directly. She blinked at the flashing light to open a channel.
"What the bloody sod are you doing?" She demanded, glaring at him from behind her faceless helmet. A new wave of adrenaline pumped through her body, and she had found her second wind- for all the good it would do now.
"You should be slotting enemies, not buzzing around my head! You buffoon! Rotfish!" Nereel brandished a fist at Roger, and even she had on idea what had brought on her sudden anger.
But what it was, it felt exceptionally good to shout and rage at someone...