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[center][h2][color=8493ca]Gaia Dryte[/color][/h2][/center]


There wasn’t too much of a danger, or that’s some said. But then there were those who still remembered the raid and assault of the Butcher. Whether it was a distraction, or just the opening hand for an audacious second attempt was hard for anyone to tell. But the need to worry for the royal family and yet not show weakness went hand in hand. The Venue, even docked as it was could not simply cower away, nor could it be risked in any manner. 

Well.

The exposition was all about showing off new things right? Then he’d do it. He’ll come out to play.

The familiar Terra Fossil was a comfort, easier to drive compared to the Redcoat or Tommy in his eyes. But being so dependent and reliant on the boosters for all sorts of movement… Well. It wasn’t like he needed to outrace or corner the the intruder. 

“Gaia Dryte, heading out.” Declaring his sorie as the launch-gate opened to the void of space. The hiss of air filled his ears for a few moments as his mask snapped into the suit helmet, integrating with its systems and frame. 

“Taking position to fire upon the enemy and halt its aggression.”

He’d show off his own abilities, the Terra’s abilities. As for what it couldn’t do. Well, there was no need to show that off. Starting off with a strong impression, the Terra Fossil burst into action with a surprising blast of speed. The frame around him shook and shuddered from the strain on the reactor and the sudden acceleration from the reactor-plugged thruster roaring to life. He held it until he reached the point he desired. Within orbit of the colony and taking a point that had a line of fire towards the various paths the aggressor could take. A place that also potentially baited the foe into taking him as a target with his relative isolation.  A rook castling a king, or that’s how that man, Brache would put it, going off Sheena’s comments about him. Not that he could defend that massive king really.

The Railgun mounted on the Mobile-Tank was ready to fire anytime, and the hands of the Fossil rose up, armed in this case with two LEWINs. There was no need for a whiskey. Not with the speeds that this thing was moving. Hitting it with the Starblazer was already asking for a lot.

“Sheena.” he opened up a private communication line. “Never showed you hunting like it’s down on good old classic earth, huh? Well, they say it goes a bit something like this… [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLI8yHWbC9A&]So keep your eyes open.”[/url]

Being flashy was more like her, so he wondered if she’d make fun of him, berate him, or unironically think what he was about to do cool. As he took his aim he flipped on another communications to the soldiers in the area. "Hey, might wanna get outta the way. Things're gonna light up you know." He offered with a shrug. "More for whoever that is than us if I have anything to say about it. But it'd be nice if you guys didn't get in the way and decided to take the stage as fireworks instead."

A trio of rockets launched out with the warning, blazing through space in a race with the plane heading towards where the unidentified aggressor flew towards. But before they could fly off to the void, avoided they suddenly turned twisted and shook before exploding as the passage of a MAG-shot ripped through them. 

It was easy enough to follow the rockets he fired himself after all.

“Consider it a warning shot.” he spoke out to no one in particular.

The explosions were enough to pelt the plane with some heat, but hardly enough for some damage. If anything it was as meaningful as a flare in frightening its pilot. But it was enough of a grazing touch to get their attention.

What do you do now?