Jocasta gave Neil a hard look as the elevator began to lift the mech towards the arena above. Well there was no point complaining about it now they had commited. She placed both her fists on her hips and blew a lock of hair out of face. Then she nodded and lifted her arms pointing her fingers skyward and twirling them around.

"Ok, ok," she said and closed her eyes. "Drones!" 

The dragonfly like automotons swooped in grabbing her white jacket and lifting it away. She hurriedly unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it away to be similarly seized. She adjusted her bra slightly and then focused her mind for a moment. Her hair flushed a vibrant shade of green as she activated the subdermal pigment enhancers. She considered stripping off her pants also but decided that this worked better.

"Hold out your... hand things," she instructed Neil aping the position she wanted with her own hands infront of her palms up.

"Uhhh sure," Neil agreed, holding out the mech's hands with much grinding of gears and a smell of hot lubricant that Jocasta wasn't entirely comfortable with. She hopped up into the mech's hands, sitting her butt in one hand and stretching her legs out to the other as though it were a luxurious couch. 

"You have a plan," Neil asked. Jocasta adjusted her air to look frame her face. One of her drones floated a few feet away from her, recording imagrey which she spliced into the pict feeders in the arena above, a second drone joined the first casting a light over them to improve the picture.

"I have a tactical goal and a couple of rough approaches," Jocasta hedged, but further conversation was cut off as the roof above them opened. Mech, drones, and bounty hunter rose into an amphitheater. It was perhaps forty meters across at its widest point with a handful of obstacles and cover scattered across it. At each end of the oval was a low platform where the lifts hauled the combatants. Banks of seats ringed the arena. There was an occasional shimmer in the air that suggested there was a shield in place that protected the crowd from stray rounds. Jocasta could see the other mech, a much newer and sleeker model but the attentention of the crowd was on Neil thanks to the holo screens that were streaming the mech carrying the half naked Jocasta. Languidly she stood up in the palm of the mech, stretching her hands over her head like a ballet dancer.

"Ladies and gentleman!" she called, her voice piping out from the public address system.

"You have the honor today of witnessing one of the greats! You have all heard of him, the Titanium Titan, the Kevlar Corsair, The one, the only Neiilll Edwards!"

Luckily Neil seemed to get the idea na lifted the mechs hand slowly upwards till it was above the mechs head, elevating Jocasta high. There were laughs and jeers from a few of the crowd. Jocasta sat down and hugged one of the autocannon barrels laciviously.

"Your right, this mech is a piece of trash," she called, shouting down objections.

"But do you know why Neil is using a clapped out piece of trash?" she demanded. She paused long enough for a theoretical response then moved on.

"Because he couldn't find a worse one! Its the only way a massacre like this can be a challenge for a pilot like him!" She slid down the arm of the mech and crouched on its shoulder, thrusting her ass out theatrically before planting a kiss on the plexiglass flank guard. She fiddled with the link adding several alternate voices to the feed.

"Neil! Neil! Neil!" the sythesized voices began. The real crowd, unable to pick out the falsehood began to join in until a healthy swell of voices took up the call.

"Neil! Neil! Neil!"

"Good luck," Jocasta called as she ducked back behind one of the blast walls.