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" If luck be the case, then I hope some of my ill-begot luck rubs off on you. You survived once. You might survive again. Sanity, however... " he let it trail off with a soft chuckle. It was pretty clear what he meant. You had to be insane to survive, and willingly part with any sort of belief that such a monster even existed to joke about it. But, any encounters like the ones he's had in the past hour, even months, pretty much made Talon appreciate life. " Eh... I'll tell him when I'm out of any sort of particle cannon's reach with a giant billboard. Hes not so bad. Just impulsive. Makes him kinda human, don't you think? "

Talon chuckled and nodded in appreciation to the notes. " I would very much appreciate that. Though I would feel I would owe you for even that. I can still offer you some credits if you like? " It really was mostly for the repairs that may need to be placed on that massive Zoid. Buffing out scratches was a pain. But he still felt like he should. Or, maybe compensate for nearly letting himself get destroyed by mentioning She-who-must-not-be-mentioned-EVER. Probably the later. But it was clear that they needed to move lest detection and a swarm of whatever it was was upon them.

Which.... reminded Talon that Tyrant had yet to tell him whom it was that was practically upon them right now. He nodded as Marcia stood up, and grinned, " I'll be sure to tell him when he's awake. Take care. I hope we meet up again sometime... On the same side if the Fates are in a kind mood. "

"I'd rather keep what little sanity I have left..." she didn't want to loose anymore than she already had. Talon was an example of how far she didn't want to loose her sanity...

"I'll have to decline the recommendation, I'd rather him out of the imperial army's eye for now." those scratches in his armor, unlike normal Zoids would heal flawlessly in the next few days depending on the damage he would revive or if he would revive any in the next few moments.

Marica looked back to see the bird, whatever it was blast into the sky, it was fast. "Can your zoid keep it on the Radar?" she called Talon as she suddenly ran over to Catastrophe

"Agumo," she called quietly to the little organoid, "Wake him please." the Organoid gave a nod a bright glowing from the cockpit of the bone zoid before vanishing inside, grumbling it rose, Marcia sitting on the side of the cockpit hopped off the side and against the seat, Lola hopping back onto her perch once Agumo was gone.

The Direction that Atelius had gone was covered in new red dots on the radar that had suddenly appeared. Seemingly the other rogues had called for backup, but why was there so many of them? The woman wondered.

Sending the marked points to Talon, as promised once the bone zoid was active she plugged herself back into the zoid as the cockpit closed. Marcia finally identified the swarm as she watched them heading toward them...

"Molgas.." she said with great distaste for the zoid type. No wonder there were so many.

Above, and strangely not showing up on radar, small shadows flying in five groups of three in a triangle formation flew overhead. Upon closer inspection the shadows hand small glowing green eyes and a bird-like shape. All to familiar for one who had been close to a seeker.

For now the flock circled high above head as if waiting for something.

As Talon slunked away careful not to draw suspicion to himself in that bring green and red stripped Zoid of his, he noticed something odd in the sky. Something flying in a group of three... It wasn't on the radar, but that oddness and familiarity drew his eyes. Pulling them up, and zooming it all but confirmed it. There was a cold chill around his heart, and yet he was excited. Atelius really was doing what he asked... If Atelius ever returned, Talon owed that bird more than a huge favor.

But there was something else that drew his attention from that almost peaceful image of impending doom-- there was an extra blip on the field where there shouldn't be. " What in the... " He brought the raptor to a halt before studying the motions of that particular bleep. In fact, he did a full on scan of it. Amazing what the new and improved Sub-Geno Seeker could do. With a few pushes of a button and a firm order to the Saberfang to continue on the path to the scheduled rondevous point miles outside the nearest watering hole, he doubled back. That was a good tactic, it just wasn't good enough.

It was easy to coax the large monster into attack speed. The energy blades were unfolded, lit, and now it was just a matter of figuring out the proper tragectery to strike for optimum coolness. ( Well, really it was all about destroying that jerk that thought he could sneak up. ) " Alright. Targed the hammerhead." Talon said through a mad smile. Tyrant hissed in agreement, and scrambled all signals. Well all signals within a hundred meter radius... and then it was only coms and some of visuals. No way there were pilots in each and every Molga. But for certainty there had to be one in the Sandshark. Switching on a comlink between Marcia and himself, Talon grinned, " Oh hi there. I see you've got this pretty well taken care of. " As a punctuation, the Green Tyrant charged at the barely visible pin, mowing down the molgas with those blades held at its side with relative ease. Relative as in he had to do some fancy angle math to make sure they were mostly crippling blows.

But the sandshark... Talon shot at the shark, knowing full well it would do nothing more than annoy it before those energy blades of Tyrants moved to an upard stab position. In a swift movement, the raptor pounced upon the fish and dug those blades into the body of the sand swimmer, roaring defiantly and proudly as those red eyes blazed brilliantly in the bloodbath of the battlefield.


The rough translation to the roar was ' Come at me, bro!'. Or ' My pilot is a fricking lunatic most likely touched by the Black Fog'. But most likely ' I like Pancakes.' Zoid-Human translation is a little fishy on this one. But it was a proud roar.

Compared to the past run ins with danger, this one was straight up, no surprises at all. Okay, so the guy was circling underneath Tyrant's feet in a rather amusing attempt to loose the sands enough to pull the Zoid under, but it was an obvious tactic. It was a shame that there was only one. More than one, and Tyrant probably would sink up in the sand quicker. Tyrant again roared in defiance as the missiles approached him, daring the shark to leap out again. The weaponry Tyrant did have wouldn't cover all the hits, but at least he could block out a few and lean into one of the missiles to direct the damage to a more repairable spot whenever they got downtime. It did some minor damage to his right blade and a few cooling plates, and there was probably shrapnel burried in the vents that needed to be pulled out along with some dirt and sand. The vents let out a hiss as Tyrant seemed to take in air...and again it roared letting its pain and want to destroy this sandy inconvenience echo. Or there was some metal stuck in its air vents making its roar sound a bit more menacing. Probably the later.

The opposing pilot seemed to be oblivious to obvious tactics. The hit was good. It meant that the communications would be damaged, and that would mean that Talon could send his own to over-ride the Molgas into swarming their once master if he wished. That would be mean. It would be awesome though. He just didn't have enough time to do something like that, not while he was running in circles to keep the ever shifting sands from shifting completely under his feet. What he wouldn't give for a longer blade at this time to stick in the sand to hopefully chop that fish up even more! "Your radar and communications have been damaged already. All I'll have to do is stand on a rock and wait for you to run into it. " Talon replied in a very bored tone. Seriously... Some people... "Or you could just surrender. Less expensive. "

But that whirlpool of sand... Talon had to admit that the bandit knew what he was doing. Tyrant yelped, or at least it sounded like a yelp, as it fought the spinning sands. A roar caught its ear and by the looks of things, Tyrant almost seemed glad the scary bone Zoid was lumbering over to help. It could sit on the shark and they could be done with this mess! Ha ha...not really. There'd be nothing left! "Eh, can we get it to jump a second time? " He muttered to himself, and grinned madly. "Maybe...Maybe not. Let's at least try and buy some time. See if we can't re-write the signal, eh? "

That one working blade, while not ideal for this, would work just as well. Crouching into attack speed, Tyrant ran the opposite way the sands were churning. The plasma blade dug and cut the sand like butter on its way to another attack on the shark. Talon was focusing completely at this point and actually paying attention. He needed Tyrant to reverse the signal orders... Wouldn't it be hilarious if the molgaa attacked the shark instead? Oh indeed it would. And from how easy it had been to scramble the signal in the first place, the poor guy wouldn't have a chance. . . . Muwa ha ha ha ha. ...

It was now, however, a matter of hitting the creature swimming beneath the sands. Talon had to move up and down the vortex to try to gain a hit on guiding fins. Hit one of those, and the battle would be pretty much over and he could hand the nice man over to Marcia. Mr. Cuddles there would crunch the Zoid up no doubt, buuut that was Catastrophe's business. "You wouldn't happen to have like a large net or anything like that to make this easier, would you Marcia? " He asked the silent link to the bio-zoid. It wouldn't hurt too much, would it?



(( That's totally fine. I hope she's having fun wherever she is and that she's safe too. <3 ))

Any conversation the pilot of the hammerhead would have had with Talon during his attempt to catch the shark was ended with the appearance of Saga and its rockets. The shark burst out of the sand as a crater was left where the rocket exploded the shark fell onto the sand badly damaged, the pilot cursing in the cockpit. he had hardly expected this zoid to appear...

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Saga's voices struck a chord, as he appeared, marcia couldn't tell he she was relived or more worried. Saga was here did that mean Ander was safe? or the opposite, had Saga struck out on his own.

Catastrophe hissed at the large zoid, he still didn't like the chimera, though made no other hostile moves toward it not that its rockets would damage the zoid any.

Marcia's eyes widened at the appearance of the former bandit kings zoid. Marcia quickly checked the trajectories of the rockets, it didn't seem they were all aimed at the sand shark, she wondered what was under the sands the zoid might have been after, Talon went forgotten for a moment as marica slowed catastrophe.

Marcia hesitated to open a channel to the zoid for a brief moment but she needed to know "Saga, is Ander there, is he alright?" Marcia had to hold back the worry in her own voice, she clutched the long necklace tightly hoping the old bandit king was alright.

The vast amounts of missiles flew to areas just out of range, striking another wave of would be ambush-tasked rogues. The chimera ZOID released a loud bellow, but gave Marcia no response to he cockpit directly. The seekers had in fact retrieved him from his hiding place and Saga all too willingly followed due to the familiar signal of Catastrophe.

-No, I do not come with a pilot. He has other things to be attending to. I received a distress warning from 'Atelius'. The strange creature has gone ahead to fetch some thing called 'Moe' for his 'brilliant master'.-

Saga mentally had to roll his eyes at the strange bird's word choice.

-Is there any more assistance I may offer the two of you?-

He inquired after a short moment's pause. If not he would be happy to be on his way agian.