[center][color=0076a3][b][h2]Jason "Phoenix" Diabolus | Squad Sigma Pilot[/h2][/b][/color][/center]
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The universe had seemed to grow still, as if holding its breath. The timer slowly ticked down, and yet nobody emerged from the station. The boy's eyes focused on the red numbers idly ticking away, as the firing solutions for his attacks were locked in. Nobody emerged. Where the hell were they?! Each tick sounding like the strings of fate being cut, just like in those ancient myths he'd loved growing up. Stories of heroes fighting monsters, doing the impossible. Of Gods and Goddesses. Something so different form the world in which he lived, it allowed him to explore something completely alien. It had fascinated him. 

Shaking his head, the boy grumbled as he pushed Ribasu to its limits. The timer was running low, and he had to prepare to blow the station to bits. Damn it, where the hell were they? Just as the countdown hit ten, he watched a brilliant light rip through the side of station. Like a thunderbolt from the Gods in the stories of old. The frameworks scrambled out, quickly trying to get away as space bent and suddenly a Cruxi fleet arrived. Looking at the overwhelming force, Jason swallowed for a moment. Doubting if he had what it took to keep the fight going. One of those massive ships was here, the same type he had watched on Tv as it blew his home apart. If the Cruxi could afford to send that among the fleet, could he really even fight back? 

Just then, he picked up the transponders of the friendly frames coming in. One in particular stood out, Atty. Reminding him exactly why he had to fight, to protect those he could. Avenge those he couldn't, and prevent a similar fate from falling on anybody else. His eyes narrowed on the massive fleet and the station. Allowing himself to call into an uneasy calm, hoping to deepen his bond with Ribasu, Jason waited until he wasn't at risk of hitting a friendly units. Then the boy pulled the trigger, unleashing a vicious attack.

First firing off Paladin's weapons, two salvos as he had promised before. Aiming to rip around the planet and give a nice spread to weaken the Cruxi station. Soon after, with Ribasu's Moonbreaker glowing brilliantly at full power; Jason fired again. This time it was his own unit's weapon. The whole frame shook and jets fired all along the body to compensate for the recoil as the armor piercing round tore through the void. Following a similar trajectory to the salvo shots, Ribasu's weapon was aimed to land roughly in the center of the impact zone. 

Finally, and knowing fully that he might be at his limits, Jaosn set up two salvos of 20 rockets each, for a delayed fire towards the station. Hoping ATS, himself, and Ribasu combined had enough power to squeeze off this final attack in such a short timeframe. Hoping he would utterly destroy the station and the new fleet, and in doing so help protect his allies. But importantly, protect Serah.