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[center][h3]--Rassvet - Petrified Forest--[/h3][/center]
In contrast with Silje's obnoxiously loud ignorance, Valerie boarded the truck with stoically silent discipline, her diminutive frame leaping into the large vehicle while her arms deftly maneuvered her lengthy weapon to not collide with anything as she did. [color=b93bc2][b]"..."[/b][/color] The WARDEN turned her slitted purple eyes toward the back of the truck, confirming the truth in Gerard's sentiments, well, what could they expect from mindless automatons? They were the so-called 'perfect soldiers' after all; fearless and tireless, nothing would stop them from fighting short of outright destruction. Fortunately, with nothing of value left in the crash site, the squad didn't need to entertain them any longer.

After everyone had boarded, Valerie shifted her gaze to the vehicle's newest occupant, confirming with her very own eyes that she’s indeed Imperial Princess Collette van Skymning, the would-be scapegoat of her country's rotten machinations. [color=b93bc2][i]Betrayed by her own nation... I know nothing is beneath those imperial scum, but I have the feeling Her Highness here doesn't know any better.[/i][/color] Between the princess' behavior and what Valerie knew of her, Collette stood out like a naive wide-eyed idealist to the horned WARDEN. Peace talks, how adorable, at least now she knew that no good deed goes unpunished when it came to dealing with Vangar.

Valerie let Gerard do the talking while she went on overwatch, making sure no threats would sneak up on them. [color=b93bc2][b]"..."[/b][/color] Though judging from [i]what[/i] had just manifested in the night sky above, subtlety was the least of their concern, [color=b93bc2][b]"Capital airship, I can't identify the model, but it looks like a giant floating orb."[/b][/color] Valerie reported matter-of-factly; was this a prototype model? Vangar might be many things, but lacking in arsenal wasn't one of those. 

[color=b93bc2][b]"...?!!"[/b][/color] However, before the 2nd Class could contemplate further, the strange warship produced an otherworldly howl like a perversion of a whale's song. [color=b93bc2][b]"Nnngh...!!"[/b][/color] The mist-sensitive gritted her teeth, using one hand to hold her temple as a severe migraine pierced her mind, though thankfully, it was brief. However, it was a mere warning of what was to come...

Right, she had seen enough, [color=b93bc2][b]"Squad, be advised, we're dealing with the culprit responsible for those warbots."[/b][/color] Valerie was about to ready her mist-powered rifle-cannon again when the flying porcupine unleashed a bigger, meaner version of even the most destructive projectile she could muster. [color=b93bc2][b]"Tch...!"[/b][/color] Frowning, the WARDEN silently seconded Gerard's suggestion, in fact, one thing immediately came to the forefront of her mind; that there was little chance this dingy truck could get them to cover in one piece, not even with Kalina on the wheel. [color=b93bc2][i]...[/i][/color] Fuck, she didn't want to do this if she could help it, but in the face of certain death? There was no other practical choice...

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PB9Mi_hf7og]It was time to send this rust bucket into a mist-powered overdrive![/url] 

Valerie stowed Haylel away in her mist pocket, then proceeded to jog to the front of the truck. [color=b93bc2][b]"Silje, move!"[/b][/color] Once there, she'd proceed to [i]insist[/i] on switching places with Silje, even going as far as to pull the other white-haired WARDEN off her seat with her deceptively great strength if she had to.

Once the front passenger seat was free, Valerie would immediately reoccupy it, [color=b93bc2][b]"Kalina, floor it, as swiftly as you can, don't mind the small arms fire and just focus on dodging those cannons."[/b][/color] Valerie advised as her gloved hands grabbed the dashboard. Within a few swift seconds, glowing purple vein-like growths spread outward from her limbs to cover the truck like a cancerous infection. [color=b93bc2][b]"Nnnngh...!!"[/b][/color] As the vines grew and grew, Valerie began to tremble under the strain imposed upon her body, her pupils constricting unnaturally as purple-colored bloodshots covered her sclera. 

Eventually, the Nephilim annexed the vehicle into her domain as the veins spread her influence into every nook and cranny of the truck, including its engine, drivetrain, and wheels. Immediately, Kalina would feel a sudden, inexplicable [i]improvement[/i] to the vehicle's performance as it behaved more like a newly-assembled military transport than a dingy old truck.