[hr][center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjE1OC5mYmRlNDEuUVhOcmFXNGdUR0VnUVhOclpYSnliMjVsLjA,/coffee-written.regular.png[/img][/center][hr] [@Savo][@redbaron1234][@Megsychan] Clover and the not-dead MAVERICK agent had rejoined them in time to hear Jaden be seized by the burning compulsion to rap, and Jonas trying in vain to talk over the beatbox-boosted singing. "--Jonas Lagner, could be faster, think he could ever stand to the G. Had 'im cryin' over his little knee-knee, lil bitch can suck my pee-pee--" [color=598527]"--scrap him! If he enacts his plan, we lose, end of story--"[/color] "--Because ya'll so lame, I gotta treat this like a game. Only thing ya'll can kill is my vibe--" [color=598527]"--and you, don't just throw items out willy nilly; for all you know, Jaden could of jacked the damn thing or destroy it just to fuck with us--"[/color] [color=FBDE41]"Mhm,"[/color] Askin nodded politely, watching and privately enjoying the mess their small run-in with Jaden had turned into. By the time Jaden vanished in a cloud of smoke, a plan had come together; one group to the tower, one group to face down Oh-One himself. Askin counted them up like chess pieces, and appreciated Jonas's careful division of forces; between him, Askin, and Otsana, they had the mixed experience and raw versatility to break through the tech of the tower; between the raw power of Brown and Aline and the quick maneuvers of Clover and Isko, they had a combat team that could deal damage and protect its own weak spots. Otsana flipped the engine on with a warm mechanical purr, running one last check with military efficiency before nodding. [color=FBDE41]"--hey um sorry about the doctor guy being a bit of a dick, no hard feelings?"[/color] Askin said as he backed towards the snowmobile, making a quick hi and bye first with the remarkably intact MAVERICK agent girl with Clover, [color=FBDE41]"--and glad you're not dead! Welcome to the team and all that--"[/color] And then catching up with Brown, [color=FBDE41]"--and hey go kick some ass! Good luck, best wishes, tell me all about it when we're back together--"[/color] The finally drawn back to the snowmobile by Jonas's impatient gaze. All business, as usual, already waiting and ready in the sidecar, while Askin was left to hold on to Otsana, where hopefully his slight weight wouldn't cause much baggage for any fancy maneuvering she might need to execute. He adjusted the goggles she passed him, cinching them tight to the face. With a brr and a hum and a blast of snow, they were off racing. The tower getting taller, and taller, and even taller. There was a roar overhead; the Justice Rider plane soared ahead, zoning in on another machine titan that had squared up to defend home base. Squinting, Askin thought he saw another figure, a flying woman, zipping around lobbing blue bursts of light at the huge robot. Then, ahead, more complications; a squabble of drone-bots emerging from the tower's hilt. [color=lime]"Damn, looks like we gotta deal with this. Askin, pull out Miggy. I'm going to need them soon."[/color] Miggy, shoot, which one was Miggy? Askin fingered the bottle he'd named their Reinforcements. One gun out of a dozen, plus ammo chains and explosives and other goodies. Okay, simple enough, just squeeze out a bit, a very precise bit, of the contents. The one named Miggy-- Otsana dragged the vehicle in a sharp drift, just barely avoiding a laser disc. Askin hugged her back tight to keep from flying off, face against shoulders. [color=lime]"Machine gun, now!"[/color] [color=FBDE41]"Oh, I get it! Machine gun, M and G, Miggy--"[/color] Pleased with himself, Askin focused on the bottle; like unscrewing the cap off a shaken bottle of soda, so just a bit of fizz goes shooting out. Big fast shooty gun, please? A chain of grenades appeared out of thin air; Askin threw a desperate hand out to snatch them before they went flying; second try, the grenades now slung over his shoulder; a massive machine gun, not unlike what you'd mount on a Humvee, appeared in Otsana's lap.