[center][h2][color=#FF7F00]Paper Moon[/color][/h2]
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[color=#FF7F00]"Huh, would you look at that."[/color] Paper Moon coolly noted as burning metal was on a fast approach, directly aimed for the columns of War Machines. [color=#FF7F00]"Oh, wait a flipping sec- HOLY SHIT EVERYBODY BOB AND WEABOO."[/color] The rogue cried over the radio when his grip seemed like it was going to crush the steering wheel after yanking it hard to the side. A number of the APCs went skyward, propelled by the combustion of their engines along with the sheer force behind the rounds, courtesy of Gatling Express. His own vehicle threatened to flip due to how sharp the turn was, but Moon had enough wheelman experience to prevent such a shitshow, not that their current predicament made death any less delectable. 

For all intents and purposes the Strykers had lost any semblance of formation. Drivers were far too preoccupied not getting themselves and their cargo blasted to last century to even have such a thought on their minds. 

After digesting this fact, Moon didn’t hesitate to reel in his comrades, [color=#FF7F00]”Alright people, seems like somebody forgot the nerf bat back home. No problem for us! Stick close to the buildi-”[/color] As if on cue an explosion resounded from above. A declaration of war to all interior designers was issued when plumes of smoke and debris was brusquely shoved from a building midpoint, which soon was renamed a vertex as the skyscraper quickly donned the form of a parabola. In laymen’s terms, the building was fucking falling. Great. Thankfully, Moon didn’t have to worry about his forces being cut into two since the falling structure wasn’t headed for the jagged columns of armored carriers. Instead, the toppled building had developed a crush on Arms’ vehicle and wanted War Machine-senpai to notice it. While Moon anticipated that Arms would drop his speed in tandem with the tanks now dragging behind him, it seemed that their ingenuitive leader had another idea in mind. After stifling the urge to scream out over their comms network, it then dawned on him just what the guy had in mind. All the rogue could do was whistle out of admiration as he kept his own vehicle out of harm’s way. 

Buildings continued to crumble throughout the Strykers’ advance. Problems was, the aircraft crew no longer intended to feed Slave’s vehicle any longer. Now the buildings’ formations were being blasted away on certain angles to gradually limit the convoy’s available routes. If they didn’t make a play soon it would be GG, sans rematch. And then like the 105mm howitzer shell that had just leveled another building, it hit him.

[color=#FF7F00]”Arms, open up that trunk boi, got a way to swat this fly in mind!”[/color] Moon then steered with one hand and held the audio feed close to his lips with the other, [color=#FF7F00]”Chariot Three, we got funds to shoot a vehicle courtship documentary! Get ready to mount Arms’ War Machine on my word!”[/color] A piece to the puzzle was still missing. There was no doubt in his mind that the bastards gunning for that bird would catch on and blast the tank before it would even make it to the teleportation bay. Suddenly a figure appeared at his side and slammed her foot against the vehicle’s interior. There wasn’t a single hint of fright in White Noise’s pink irises. Her aim was true, even with her petite form contraposed to the rotary grenade launcher angled upward. All she regarded Moon with was a curt nod before raising the ordinance, [color=#FF7F00]”All War Machines, you should each have a grenade launcher! Grab those puppies and Stryke out the sky! Heh, get it, ‘cause strike… Stryker… ANYWAYS, LET ‘EM RIP! Hey, wait, haven't I seen this in an anim-”[/color] White Noise's launcher cut off the chatterbox. Canisters of smoke arced into the sky and exploded, quickly draping a blanket of grey over the avenue, in more consistent volumes towards Arms’ vehicle and the tanks. They only had a scant moment before the airship switched to thermals. [color=#FF7F00]”Now, floor it Three!”[/color] The designated tank sped past the others and clambered into the War Machine. [color=#FF7F00]”Oh shit, I think I forgot to renew my subscription to Purple Crown Prime. Here’s to hoping it’s not too many business days.”[/color]

[@Lucius Cypher][@Mega Birb][@KoL]
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[center][color=#DC143C][h2]Strawberry Baby[/h2][/color][/center]
 (WIP)
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[center][color=gray]Sky Knight hopefully to the rescue[/color][/center]