[indent][indent] Even while the Captain was speaking, Atalei was working diligently in the cockpit of the Kyrios. Timing the arrival of the six suits and mentally visualizing the potential outcome of the battle. [color=red][b]" Understood... Bet I can take out more than you, Viraa,[/b][/color] he jested steely.

The six Helions ventured closer to orbital elevator, surely alerted by now, least he hoped so. His mind had been made up either way, the Kyrios were closing on them in flight-mode. The distinct hum of the GN Drive drove him into a mode of precision. He furrowed his brow as the Helion units, unbeknown of his approached, released missiles at the orbital elevator. 

[color=red][i]Not happening![/i][/color] he growled inwardly.

He zoned in on the missiles, narrowing them down and shot each into a burst of space dust. Three of the six slowed and turned to face him, the others sped up to complete whatever act of terrorism they were set on. Atalei scrunched his face up. [color=red][b]"Shit,"[/b][/color] he uttered. [color=red][b]" Viraa, three of them ventured off. Take care of them won't ya."[/b][/color]

The Kyrios veered out of the way of a lousy beam shot and readied itself to enter [i]true[/i] combat for the first time. His jaw tightened as he released a beam shot, ending a life, before speeding on towards the next.

[@Shandria][/indent][/indent]