[hr][center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjcyLmI3MzYzNi5TMGxPUnlCSFNWcGFRVkpFLjY,/punk-kid.regular.webp[/img][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] CROW III, BARN OWL[/right][right][b][code]The Beach[/code][/b][/right][hr]

[quote=Crow III][color=DarkGray]“Copy that Gizz, parking my ass down.”[/color] The Carrion Crow wore an adversarial smile the second she heard King Gizzard’s voice. Her Shell’s bipedal legs folded as her sniper cannon extended to its full length. She was ready for some easy pickin’s.

[color=DarkGray]“You mind syncing me up to your ventriculum feed?”[/color] She asked. [color=DarkGray]“I’m in the mood to show off tonight.”[/color][/quote]

[colour=crimson]”Rodger dodger, Crow. Patchin’ you into Old Boy now.”[/colour] He stretched in his chair, getting ready for the lower back strain that came from prolonged shell piloting. [colour=crimson]”Anythin’ for my biggest fan.”[/colour] He added while pressing a few buttons on his console. Were his tone any dryer it could well have absorbed all the rain in New Zealand.

As his console hissed for a second - signifying the successful addition of a new frequency into his piloting system - the party was getting underway. King Gizzard disappeared under the shadow of the dropship. 

[Quote=Barn Owl]"[color=9e0b0f]Gizzard[/color], [color=0072bc]Hachidori[/color][color=fdc68a], we're gonna have a big fucking problem in a second! Recommend rolling on top of it, the cannons aren't up there and the defenses aren't going to fire on their own ship! Take [color=gray]Ossi[/color] with you for support![/color]"[/quote]

He exhaled from his nose, a not-insignificant chunk of him wanting to tell the Owl-man to stick it. [Colour=crimson]"Aye aye, you just rest easy hm?"[/colour] Gizzard replied.

His hands moved delicately over the strings, a soft screech as he waved up and down the fretboard for a moment, waiting for the inevitable.

[h2][I]BANG![/I][/h2]

The shot of Carrion Crow's giant-ass sniper rifle rung out across the battlefield. As though God themselves had deigned to join the fight and rain lightning down onto the dropship. He knew she'd jump the gun the second she started receiving orders. As such, King Gizzard was primed as well.

[h2][I]WHUUM![/I][/h2]

A heavy downstroke on a simple Em chord. The 'ENCORE' launchers on King Gizzard's shoulder fired with a whistle up towards the dropship. Close enough and likely disoriented enough that the missiles slammed right into its firing systems on its right side, an explosion of colour that engulfed a few nearby drones and likely disoriented some of the nearby jets with nearly half the ship drenched in a pastel fog.

[Colour=Crimson]"On second thoughts, Crow. I'm gonna go surround sound on this one."[/colour] The speaker on Gizzard's other shoulder hummed, ready to provide the soundtrack for this engagement. [Colour=Crimson]"This little hit goes out to Murakumo Robotics."[/colour]

Gone where the single strokes and deliberate movements. Like a rush of water breaking a dam, King Gizzard's Ventriculum0001 system erupted in a cacophony of sound, plucked notes and power chords amplified out onto the previously quiet and still wasteland and piercing through the endless noise of rain falling on metal.

With speed and fluidity that would make an AI blush, King Gizzard bent and launched itself upwards towards the ship. Sailing through the night sky as its extended guitar solo rung out towards friend and foe alike. The shell blasted through the multicoloured mist and landed atop the ship with a heavy thud.

Gizzard was afforded the opportunity to see the sniper damage up close. His missile fire had hopefully prevented much of a counter-attack after she'd left the ships engines a smouldering wreck.

He didn't completely trust Owl's belief that the drones wouldn't fire on their own ship just to catch one shell, but it wasn't a matter. Raising his Buzzsaw and revving it up, he smiled lightly, he had an idea of his own. King Gizzard plunged the massive high frequency 'Velvet Buzzsaw' elbow deep into the shell, letting it ravage anything and everything inside as it tore right through the armour plating. Then, using the shell's incredible speed, it began to zip around while keeping the buzzsaw active where it was. A dark red blur of saw noises and guitar solos skated around the top of the ship, cutting its top layer to ribbons while never staying stationery or predictable enough for an easy retaliatory strike from the air support.

[Colour=Crimson]"(Whistles merrily)."[/colour]