The black Frame shifted the firing angle of the weapon from Atty to Dynasty as it continued to fire, but the Frame responded by shooting back with its own blaster, causing the Frame to miss for the critical moment before Dynasty charged in and delivered a burst of short-range missiles that disoriented the Frame, and prevented it from activating its overhauled servo for close-quarters combat. Lora brought the Blade of Hope up, and in that moment she felt a presence coming from Dynasty; it was as if someone in her heart nodded slowly, and deemed Lora to be worthy of inheriting the foreign weapon, as she has claimed it has her own through her actions of valor and virtue. A blue crescent circle was painted as the blade was slashed diagonally across the dark giant, and the sub-atomic weapon took full advantage of the weakness in the armor as it bit in, causing a fracture to spread across the armor like a lightning bolt, followed by the blade's motion. While Lora was not on the level of Irina and her amazing skill in swordplay, the slash nonetheless caused the Frame's torso to double over due to the strain, and it collapsed with a deafening grinding of metal.
Irina smiled as she performed the acrobatic stunt. She knew that if she simply ran straight at Rostosov, it could aim one of its cruise missiles straight at her feet and catch her before she could dodge; her thrusters were busted, so she decided to use her jetpack to give the lieutenant the finisher he deserved. I'm gonna twirl past that, Harry, she thought as she saw the missile fire. But then she spotted with the corner of her eye another attack, and turned just in time to parry the extra-charged energy sickle aimed straight at her. She couldn't believe that the red Frame was still capable of standing despite having taken the brunt of Daemon's heavy caliber cannon. It was at that moment that she realized that she lost; she was incapable of dodging at that point in the air. But instead of anger or wrath, she instead gave a nice smile. You did well, kids.
The resulting impact of the cruise missile knocked Sköll away, and it hit the ground some distance away, followed by its sword, that landed pointy end first a couple hundred feet away. The missile hit the Frame's lower body, and the scattered pieces of its feet were like a trail of destruction. Irina recovered from being knocked around in her cockpit, and noticed that she was bleeding from her mouth. At first she simply stared at the crimson flow, before she started giggling, followed by a full-blown laughter. "Good job, punks. You're now ready for the alien scum."
If one were to be shown photos of the battlefield before and after the operation, they couldn't recognize it as the same. The earth was scorched black, and craters dotted the landscape at every viewing. The corpses of fallen angels littered the horizon, their glistening bodies now turned black with soot or in multiple pieces. It was all over.
As Lorenzo observed the feed, and saw Irina's defeat, he bit his lower lip. "Oh Irina, I thought you were better than this. Then again, it has been a while since your last non-VR operation, so I'll forgive you for being a bit rusty." Ritsu was silent, and tried to think of a rational explanation for the carnage she was witness to. She wanted to question Lorenzo's methods, and have him explain how anything could be worth the cost of the repairs and new Frames. However, Lorenzo had full authority, and she could only carry out any whims the mad scientist could have. Lorenzo then laughed a bit, and pressed all the red buttons on his remote, causing all the Framewerks to suddenly shut down. He then turned on the loudspeaker.
"Attention all Cadets, the operation was completed. While it was technically a victory as the objective was achieved, you took so many casualties it might as well be called a defeat at this point. A completely terrible display of brainless idiots without any sense of tactics. No lollipops for you naughty kids." Then he snickered. "Leave your Framewerks where they are at, the mechanics will retrieve them. There will be choppers shortly arriving to escort you all back to the base. Assemble at the briefing hall and prepare for hearing your results." He cackled over the intercom before turning off the communications.
"So, they performed exactly how you expected them to?" asked Ritsu as she looked over Lorenzo's data, and sighed; these operations were stressful to her, but Lorenzo seemed to consider it entertainment, and she hated that. He responded: "Yup...although I have chosen an officer. It was an obvious choice from the get-go. But I gotta say, there was some good spunk with some of them, despite them all being complete idiots who could kill themselves in an empty room. Maybe after some proper words they'll come around."
"Despite all that happened you're still going to promote one of them?"
"I have to, someone needs to be in charge on the battlefield. Conflicts of any kind must be resolved, preferably even prevented, if they are to survive for a second out there. I may even assign a secondary leader to them, someone who showed a different set of skills." And with those words, Lorenzo shut off the monitor, and sipped on his caffeine-based refreshment. "What is the situation on the additions?"
Lieutenant Ritsu whipped out a hand-held tablet from her pocket, and checked it. "It will take a couple of weeks to transfer the Framewerks, but we'll get the pilots here by the time of the briefing. ETA 4 hours."
"Good. Make sure they're up to speed and at my lecture on time. I've already done enough waiting for a century."
Once the announcement was done, Elora opened her eyes, and held her head, whimpering in pain. It turned out that they managed to barely secure a win, which was surprising to her; she thought that nobody could defeat that crazy lady. She may have pondered on the subject more if she wasn't feeling suddenly crept out by the silence that descended on the entire area. And then, for some reason, she felt incredibly alone in the cockpit, not to mention stuffy. She wanted to get out, and talk to someone, anyone.
Elora climbed up Logic Gate's innards, and opened a hatch. She hopped out of the Framewerk and cringed as she saw how battered her round friend was. "Oh, LG...what have they done to you. Please be well," he said as he put a hand on the cold metal, before she started walking towards the nearest Framewrk she saw which was Yeager's mangled remains at the base of zone G. She knocked on the Frame, hoping she would get a response from Rooney, afraid that he might have actually been killed. "Uhh...R-Rooney?...Are you t-there? Please respond." She was shaking like a leaf; her plugsuit kept her warm, but she still felt chilling inside. Maybe it was all the insanity and violence she just experienced, and that her gifted, but young mind tried to process? She didn't want to think about it.
Irina smiled as she performed the acrobatic stunt. She knew that if she simply ran straight at Rostosov, it could aim one of its cruise missiles straight at her feet and catch her before she could dodge; her thrusters were busted, so she decided to use her jetpack to give the lieutenant the finisher he deserved. I'm gonna twirl past that, Harry, she thought as she saw the missile fire. But then she spotted with the corner of her eye another attack, and turned just in time to parry the extra-charged energy sickle aimed straight at her. She couldn't believe that the red Frame was still capable of standing despite having taken the brunt of Daemon's heavy caliber cannon. It was at that moment that she realized that she lost; she was incapable of dodging at that point in the air. But instead of anger or wrath, she instead gave a nice smile. You did well, kids.
The resulting impact of the cruise missile knocked Sköll away, and it hit the ground some distance away, followed by its sword, that landed pointy end first a couple hundred feet away. The missile hit the Frame's lower body, and the scattered pieces of its feet were like a trail of destruction. Irina recovered from being knocked around in her cockpit, and noticed that she was bleeding from her mouth. At first she simply stared at the crimson flow, before she started giggling, followed by a full-blown laughter. "Good job, punks. You're now ready for the alien scum."
If one were to be shown photos of the battlefield before and after the operation, they couldn't recognize it as the same. The earth was scorched black, and craters dotted the landscape at every viewing. The corpses of fallen angels littered the horizon, their glistening bodies now turned black with soot or in multiple pieces. It was all over.
As Lorenzo observed the feed, and saw Irina's defeat, he bit his lower lip. "Oh Irina, I thought you were better than this. Then again, it has been a while since your last non-VR operation, so I'll forgive you for being a bit rusty." Ritsu was silent, and tried to think of a rational explanation for the carnage she was witness to. She wanted to question Lorenzo's methods, and have him explain how anything could be worth the cost of the repairs and new Frames. However, Lorenzo had full authority, and she could only carry out any whims the mad scientist could have. Lorenzo then laughed a bit, and pressed all the red buttons on his remote, causing all the Framewerks to suddenly shut down. He then turned on the loudspeaker.
"Attention all Cadets, the operation was completed. While it was technically a victory as the objective was achieved, you took so many casualties it might as well be called a defeat at this point. A completely terrible display of brainless idiots without any sense of tactics. No lollipops for you naughty kids." Then he snickered. "Leave your Framewerks where they are at, the mechanics will retrieve them. There will be choppers shortly arriving to escort you all back to the base. Assemble at the briefing hall and prepare for hearing your results." He cackled over the intercom before turning off the communications.
"So, they performed exactly how you expected them to?" asked Ritsu as she looked over Lorenzo's data, and sighed; these operations were stressful to her, but Lorenzo seemed to consider it entertainment, and she hated that. He responded: "Yup...although I have chosen an officer. It was an obvious choice from the get-go. But I gotta say, there was some good spunk with some of them, despite them all being complete idiots who could kill themselves in an empty room. Maybe after some proper words they'll come around."
"Despite all that happened you're still going to promote one of them?"
"I have to, someone needs to be in charge on the battlefield. Conflicts of any kind must be resolved, preferably even prevented, if they are to survive for a second out there. I may even assign a secondary leader to them, someone who showed a different set of skills." And with those words, Lorenzo shut off the monitor, and sipped on his caffeine-based refreshment. "What is the situation on the additions?"
Lieutenant Ritsu whipped out a hand-held tablet from her pocket, and checked it. "It will take a couple of weeks to transfer the Framewerks, but we'll get the pilots here by the time of the briefing. ETA 4 hours."
"Good. Make sure they're up to speed and at my lecture on time. I've already done enough waiting for a century."
Once the announcement was done, Elora opened her eyes, and held her head, whimpering in pain. It turned out that they managed to barely secure a win, which was surprising to her; she thought that nobody could defeat that crazy lady. She may have pondered on the subject more if she wasn't feeling suddenly crept out by the silence that descended on the entire area. And then, for some reason, she felt incredibly alone in the cockpit, not to mention stuffy. She wanted to get out, and talk to someone, anyone.
Elora climbed up Logic Gate's innards, and opened a hatch. She hopped out of the Framewerk and cringed as she saw how battered her round friend was. "Oh, LG...what have they done to you. Please be well," he said as he put a hand on the cold metal, before she started walking towards the nearest Framewrk she saw which was Yeager's mangled remains at the base of zone G. She knocked on the Frame, hoping she would get a response from Rooney, afraid that he might have actually been killed. "Uhh...R-Rooney?...Are you t-there? Please respond." She was shaking like a leaf; her plugsuit kept her warm, but she still felt chilling inside. Maybe it was all the insanity and violence she just experienced, and that her gifted, but young mind tried to process? She didn't want to think about it.
