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The Carrion Crow watched as the advance force drifted into position. The dropship raised an eyebrow, but with the element of surprise and the biggest gun in the squad in her arsenal, she’d seen a lot worse. It was clearly sparking some adrenaline in her comrades, though.

[color=DarkGray]“I’ll show them a ‘big fucking problem’...”[/color] Crow muttered under her breath. [color=DarkGray]“[i]Perra[/i], it’s time.”[/color]

A searing surge shot down her spine and up her neck as she merged with the YOMI system, mind on fire as troop layouts, specs, comrades’ combat and psych records, weather data, ballistics simulations and every bit of information it could get its greedy little hands on synthesized itself and slithered through her brain. She took aim at the projected seam in the armor on the dropship’s engines.

[quote=Barn Owl][color=fdc68a]"[color=darkgray]Crow[/color], don't-"[/color][/quote]

[color=DarkGray]”Got it.”[/color] The pilot interrupted, as if she’d read his mind.

She fired.

Her whole Shell rocked back as the Monroe fired off, sending a deafening bang through the whole battlefield. Right as the first shot made impact, she fired again, and immediately stood up, cannon still smoking as it folded itself away. Shot one punched a crater into one of its engines. Shot two, due to perfectly predicted reactions of its target, landed exactly where shot one did, turning that crater into a massive hole straight through to the other side, projectile managing to impact against the engine on the opposite side. The AI predicted a reaction from the cannons, and the drones, but Crow was gone, dropping off the side of the cliff it was perched on as bullets tried in vain to catch up with it. She watched the dropship slip out of view, drifting out of control with one engine aflame.

She unsynced, drifting back to reality as she fell. She wiped the sweat from her face as she began to fly, drifting sideways. Despite how sedentary her Shell typically was, it was no slouch when it came to flying. She spoke into comms, her voice only slightly shaken:

[color=DarkGray]”I don’t care if you all get on top of that thing, but get out from under it, it’s going down.”[/color] Crow paused to shake her head a little, shaking off the tingles. [color=DarkGray]”Magpie, can you make sure it’s down for me? I’ll be back to support in a sec.”[/color]