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[right][b]Interactions:[/b] [color=ec008c]Magpie[/color], [color=7ea7d8]Shrike[/color], [color=9e0b0f]King Gizzard[/color], [color=0072bc]Hachidori[/color], [color=gray]Ossifrage[/color] [color=darkgray]Carrion Crow[/color]
[color=0076a3][i]The Beach[/i][/color][/right]
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Barn Owl impacted a high area with little noise or damage, the massive leg shocks eating up any downward momentum with a loud hiss as the systems regulated the pressure in the hydraulic pistons. The thermaline cloak strapped tight to the machine kept its heat signature low as possible with dozens and dozens of thick aluminum layers, leaving only the deadly sharp blade of his weapon system poking out from beneath. One hand gripped the spire-like surface that flanked the Shell, while the right hand held tight to the massive shot-axe's main grip. He had thought about getting lower, but God forbid they needed to do any sort of aerial operating... So he figured keeping somewhat of an elevated plane would be advantageous. He watched the radar screen at his upper left as his scan pulsed out of the machine to echo across the open air.

And then the delivery came.

Barn Owl's jaw dropped as the Forward ship rolled slowly but surely into the conflict's frame.
"[color=ec008c]Magpie[/color][color=fdc68a], you're seeing this?[/color]"
He switched his comm line to Vulture's curated frequency.
"[color=9e0b0f]Gizzard[/color], [color=0072bc]Hachidori[/color][color=fdc68a], we're gonna have a big fucking problem in a second! Recommend rolling on top of it, the cannons aren't up there and the defenses aren't going to fire on their own ship! Take [color=gray]Ossi[/color] with you for support![/color]" 

Keeping the latches for his disposable cloak intact for now, the great tonnage of machine known as Barn Owl took a springboard leap off its building perch. The aim was link up with [color=7ea7d8]Shrike[/color] and the other fire supports in order to give them a blocker in case enemy forces got too close. 
With next to no heat coming from the initial jump, it was hard to get a read on where Barn Owl was with any sort of automatic aiming assist so long as he didn't use any sort of boosting feature. He'd become used to using such things sparingly, letting his low capacity generator get its chance to recharge every instant he could while keeping any automated weapons more or less out of the range of threat. The principle was demonstrated post haste; one of the smaller forward drones zipped up on him within a few dozen feet. Inside the machine, the man's right arm flicked as if it were a twitch reaction that caused every bit of pent up force held in the upper Shell to rotate and cleave through the unfortunate drone. 

In the middle of that hanging, the silhouette of the Shell looked almost like that of its namesake, a friendly cream-colored face punctuated by the sharp beak and two great talons at its rear.
[color=fdc68a]"[color=7ea7d8]Shrike[/color], I'm moving to cover Fire Support with you! [color=darkgray]Crow[/color], don't get caught roosting you hear!?"[/color]