AtomicNut

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Stella's mind raced through calculations as she procured the supplies, loading everything in a large box in short order. Before the staff could realize the who, or why, the servitor caretaker Lilim was already on the move, reaching the command centre again.

"Supply Parameters updated." She said to herself as she spotted Lise coming to help. Stella sent a quick message of gratitude as soon as they made eye contact, as she hauled the box towards the gathering of pilots. She started carefully draw bottles and handled them, lamenting they were quite unsafe and could not...be handled like sippy cups. Her hands also reached for blankets, and she began to hand each pilot some blanket and water, focusing on the ones worse off first.

Some pilots, she did some stuff differently. Her hand reached for Minerva's fluffy crown as she patted it so lightly, ruffling it like a child. "Good job. This unit is proud of you." She said in an affectionate manner. She tried the same with Jake but a helmet was in the way, so the maneuver was aborted. "This unit is sorry." She said to him, handing much needed water and blanket like she had done with ther Argo pilot earlier.

Rhylaen was trickier, though, but Stella was programmed to deal with shorter people, so she knelt before her, to meet the strange creature at face level, before delicatedly assessing if Rhylaen was safe to headpat. Result was positive, so she got a headpat too. She knew she was doing her best and all the zapping needly things were just because she had been ordered too. She took special care of sparing her wings by putting a blanket over her with delicate moves.

She spared a specially warm look at Aurora and Serah, before she gave them the clear liquid and complimentary blankets, as well as looking at Lucius, not knowing what to make of him, before giving him also a complimentary headpat, blanket and bottle, too.

However, it was...when she approached Zel-Ghin when Stella's demeanor seemed to shift, as she just shoved the blanket and water onto his hands, finally going after the loudest person in the room, Griff. She handed a bottle to him. Wrapped him into one of the last blankets too...

And then it seemed as if she was going to reach for the headpat, but instead, her hand arched like a claw, a vice-like grip digging into his scalp, lifting him by the skull using one arm of hers as her eyes glowed red. "...Ritsu, Liutenant, would appreciate if...you were a little less loud." She said, in a very ominous, almost machine like tone. "...Do not touch Serah. Force will be applied with extreme prejudice." The gynoid warned as she dangled Griff away from Serah, sitting him right next to Zel by force, before taking a pen, scribbling on a sticker note and slapping a clear message for everyone to see.

Naughty.

Her eyes kept glowing, as she stared at both naughty boys, her senses like a hawk, and eyes glowing red in the process of lecturing them. "Both of you. Corner." She said.

@Ammokkx@Dezuel@DarkRecon@Digmata@Shifter_Master@Crusader Lord

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Bug looked at his frame, then at the grossly misshapen shape that he was still. And yet he still endured. He looked at the battlefield, evaluating his next move. He had never been so tired in a simulation. And elated in equal manner. It was then, that a thing was speeding towards him. A line snagged him.

If your opponent is wrathful, provoke them. Bug smirked, elated. A banged up frame holding together for one of the remaining heavy hitters? What kind of stupid trade off.

"Fine. Let's play." He said, letting a maniacal laughter in the comms, as the doom approached, his [Indomitable Will] struggling to keep him alive. He readied himself. He didn't run away from it, but instead run towards the incoming Raptor. He fired up his hacking suit.[Metal Mind- All cockpit exits annulled, forceful Kattai Catastrophe] He pressed, to ruin and further compress both frames and pilots.

His gallantry was admirable, but it was better if he was taken out with him elegantly than just cowardly exiting at the last moment, would it? Bug would not have none of that!
@Dezuel

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Stella stopped for a moment, letting Aurora said her piece. She clearly was forcing herself to give praise to the Lilim, as she drew her hand to Aurora's lips for the moment being, a index finger softly indicating silence. "Voice, strained. Further talking unadvisable." The lilim droned for a brief moment before answere. "Goose blown up several iterations. Rebuilt. Stronger. Harder." She managed to piece together. She wanted to comfort this girl now, but now her cold hard chassis was unforgiving, and hard.

A new figure entered the perimeter. Her visage turned at him as she coldly assessed the unkown. A threat, perhaps? No, this one did not seem to follow the same patterns as the ones called Griff and Zel-Ghin so after a second, her gaze became slightly less severe. "Excessive input inadvisable to pilot Aurora due to neural feedback loop." Stella mildly chastised Lucius for running out his mouth, but there was an undercurrent of concern, not hostility, in her inflection.

It would take an extended time to discard her armor for the ABT cover that was most helpful in dealing with emotionally distressed humans, so she simply began to scan the room. Water. Blankets. Those mission parameters were acceptable. "Acknowledged mission parameters." She said to Lucius. "Procuring relief." Stella then broke in a brisk sprint, before steading herself before someone.

"Gene, Serah." Stella said, her current task momentarily halted, as a second routine popped up on her mind. "You lied to this unit." She said, sternly, as she tilted her head. "Sanctions are in order." It was when she realized something. "Detecting distress. Recalculating." She added, blabbing, before lifting the modest-sized pilot by her armpits and rushed her back to where Aurora and Lucius were, dropping her nonchalantly next to Aurora.

"Please hug eachother for comfort." She indicated. "Soft and cute parameters within threshold. Serah's punishment is therapy." She said to both Aurora and Serah, before adding. "Resuming material gathering mission." Stella droned, and then zoomed away, at full speed, before doing an impressive frontflip to avoid a certain terminal and a distressed technician in her search for water and blankets. They had to be provided.
@Ammokkx@Crusader Lord@Shifter_Master

---

Meanwhile, inside the simulation Bug groaned, still wobbling after the intense moments. "...merde. Got me good." He had managed to breathe out after all the ordeal, as he drew his hands to his face and breathed deep, still inside the cockpit. The pain should've disabled him... and yet...he had been through to worse. It was like going back to that time. And yet, for some stupid reason... he was elated. He flipped the general communications channel.

"Animals flee this hell; the hardest stones can not bear it for long; only men endure." Astolfo quoted a line from a certain book about the ancient battle of Stalingrad. "I'll give it to you, Dame Aurora. Très bien. C'est magnifique. That really hurt. Unlike some others who are all bragging." He said, hoping the fallen captain of the other team could hear him. That fierce scream, in fire and violence, cursing at the heavens...he knew about it. He knew about it a lot. Perhaps it was Aurora, not Ava the one he should call Boudica.

Nevertheless, he then switched to his own team channel, his voice much more sombre. The playfulness had almost eroded, subsumed by a certain arousal and battlelust. "My bad, people. This one's on me. I got heavy damage, and I lost the drones I was entrusted. Nevertheless, I will try to keep up. I will go on foot if I have to." Astolfo gritted his teeth. But what he could do with his useless junk of a mech? Taunt? Play bait? Wait for someone to get in range and hack their framewerk? It was when he rested his eyes on some wreckage, and remembering his speech, he rose again. Limping. Crawling. He forgot to close his channel. "Activating Segmented Recombination.Purging all useless parts."

He offered a wry, wicked smile. "Oh glorious fallen. Oh prideful beast. Your master might be gone already, but I shall give you one more chance to serve under me." Astolfo said, his words full of venom as he crawled towards the remains of Squid, his mind racing. The kattai system. If he could seize it. If he could seize the damaged but still in better shape limbs of the creature, he would be back into the fight. He could still make a difference. "Now...Rise from your grave." He then noticed the communications channel still being open, and closed it with a grunt.

It was time to sink or swim. He opened his [Metal Mind]command console, as he gave the inputs with a stern face.

[Bugatti Token consumed on Bug]
[Cockroach Moving to P16]
[Cockroach performing hacking on Kattai system from Squid remains, aiming to seize the legs to make up for lost mobility and weapons]
@shylarah@Randomguy@Dezuel

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

The rage. The feedback. Simulated feelings on a artificial matrix. A doll had simulacrums. Not feelings. But were those simulated emotions any less disruptive? The logic was suppressed. System ceased to function. But the commandment endured. The loyalty endured. End this. The man, the creator of the machine commanded. And she obeyed. Despite the risk. Despite the feedback. She could never deny anything to those who had given the gift of life to her.

She could only love them. And nurture them. And sometimes be rough if they felt astray. Her...rival had been no exception. Sometimes feelings were conveyed with actions and not messages. And carpet bombing an entire battlefield with fiery tears had been a clear message. She was angry. She was scared. Even as Stella bore down on them, and mowed them, her heart seemed to crumple a bit.

She exited the situation without blinking. It was simply not the Lilim's nature to easily show signs of distress. Gingerly, she incorporated herself with a stilted movement as she scanned her surroundings. A wisp of red, from someone who had been ejected at the same time. Objective was set and she advanced.

She loomed over the returning Aurora observing, computing. The unfeeling face of the real world made Stella conflicted. She wished to remove and replace it. How come she could not convey the human emotions when they were needed the most? She raised an arm to Aurora, as she saw came to her senses.

"This...unit is sorry." She said, her hand descending softly as the cold metal hands that had once pried a door fluffed Aurora's hair with the same care one would cup a baby chick in one's hands. "There. There." Stella said, her voice coming emotionless. "You did good, pilot Aurora. I'm so proud of your fight. You did good."

She stood for a moment, still. Gauging the reaction. There was someone else she needed to target. Pilot Gene. But it could wait for a moment, yet.
@Shifter_Master

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

@shylarah

Astolfo sighed, as he heard Sparks recap, flicking through the messages on his cockpit. "I guess I should invite that gutsy girl to a proper dinner, not just some sweets. That was one hell of a move she pulled." He offered a small wry smile. "Aut viam inveniam aut faciam." He muttered to himself, as he fidgetted. The communications were clearing, and therefore the tide could shift in their favour. Ava had also managed to execute team Banana for some reason, and while Elora was still in game, the clutter and the distraction, helped by a stubborn Minerva held.

Maybe it had been a good thing to coax that woman out of herself. Maybe she'd appreciate it eventually, that gorgeous redhead.

Still, there was no time to ponder, for even if the Alps had been crossed, Rome still had to be brought to heel and-

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

A voice screeched, rife with screeches and electronic distortion, blaring through both the general channel and the team channel. The voice of a Lilim in extreme mode, showing what their kind probably assimilated as grief.
Stupid ass malfunctioning clanker. Now of all times! Astolfo thought. But then again...Lilim can form strong attachments. He shuddered, as he was momentarily transported to another place, another moment.

---

The tea felt stale and tepid on the cup, as it clanked with the saucer. Well, there was little way they could procure decent tea in such a run down hut they had been cornered to was slim to none. Astolfo let a drawn out sigh. He was hungry and thirsty, and the brew could do so much. He had not bathed in days.

"See that's the problem. The delulu clanker won't stop at anything, sister. She already ground us down. We have to get out of here." Astolfo said, as he eyed the figure across the table, fair and exotic in equal measure. Besides her, a large, curvy Lilim with aesthetically pleasing features stood by her chair.

"Oh brother. Lilim do have feelings, don't you know? Like my retainer here. They do get attached to us, they can't really help it, as we're kin to their creators. My BDK over here would risk destruction at a single order of mine. You should've brought some proper backup, and not waste time being a basement bug playing with machines. Make real contacts." The woman said, a mocking smile on her face.

"Lucrezia, you're in the same situation as me." Astolfo replied. "Neither our approaches were right."

His elder sister looked at her nails. "Oh, is that so?"

It was then when something odd...happened. Tingling, numbness, difficult to breathe. "Poison...why you...how?"

"It wasn't easy. But a few components here and there, and the poison is brewed on the spot as you are served tea. Me, of course, I have also drank the stuff, but the poison will not work unless all ingredients are there... sooo... I was lying I was on a diet and was cutting off the sugar." The face of his sister giggled wickedly. "You really fell for it, little brother. Now then, stay where you are so Orlando can pick you up. He promised me to leave me alone if I brought you."

"B-bitch." Astolfo gasped, as his eyelids became heavier. There were more words, but they felt as if underwater. Until the sounds of clashing, and battle, woke him up once more. The sounds of a Lilim being torn apart.

"Nooo! My BDK! We had a deal, you stupid clank-hey! Let me go! I'll tear you apart!" The figure of Lucrezia wiggled and contorted as a tall humanoid frame stood in front, her boots firmly planted the barely functioning scrap that had been Lucrezia's assistant.

"Yes. We will leave you, alone. Lilim retainers do not count." The voice, the mocking voice of Durandal was heard. "You are valuable. As a token, as a breeding mare. I wish I could have one of those. Wombs you know? That way, my lord, my king, my God...would have children worth of his greatness." The deranged automaton leant forward, as Lucrezia whimpered. "Maybe I should tear yours apart, hm? Claim it was an accident..."

Astolfo rolled from his chair, gasping for air. He saw his backpack. And the face of the brutalized Frame, wide agape, staring at him. It moved and whirred, as she produced a vial, her hand rolling it towards Astolfo. An antidote. He saw the BDK model vocalize slowly, even if the sound didn't work.

"Keep...master...safe." The machine gasped, before a heel crushed her cranium for good. Astolfo greedily snatched the antidote on his teeth, before drinking it, and grabbing the contains of the backpack.

"And what's the little shit of a fourth prince doin- GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" The screams of Durandal were heard as she spasmed and contorted.

Astolfo struggled to his feet, a laptop in his hand. "Talos Nail. The Anti-Lilim payload. You're not getting up anytime soon." He grunted, as he eyed a bewildered Lucrezia before grasping her hand. "We have to go."

"But my BDK!" She yelled, before Astolfo's hand lost restraint and slapped his elder sister across her face.

"She gave me the antidote, staking her life, for your *damn* safety, and I will drag you to safety even If I die. I don't renegue on these deals." Astolfo's voice was authoritatian. "I'll get you to a safe route."

"And then?" Lucrezia's eyes were full of poison.

"And then I'll take that Framewerk Grendel prototype. And END THIS!" Astolfo replied, his eyes full of determination and fury.

---

Astolfo winced. That...Lilim, was in anguish. She probably considered Elora and Serah her daughters. And she probably had been tricked into believing Serah could be tossed safely. Like a dim-witted mother hen. In some aspects it was pitiable. If only he had someone like her... perhaps Durandal would not have wrecked his life. He saw the dots align as he peered out of the corner. He breathed deep and opened a direct channel to the anguished female artificial pilot.

[Silver Tongued Devil] "Hey! Listen to me! Serah is safe! She's just on the other side. She's probably watching you as we speak! Get the act together! And by that I don't mean you should not go on a rampage. Quite on the contrary. RIP AND TEAR UNTIL YOU ARE DONE. But keep in mind. Target them. You don't like Griff, do you? It's fine if you trample him. But don't lose sight on what's important. Serah would've probably wanted you to finish what she started. So Steel yourself! And bring your most exquisite fury. Trample the enemy team, and bring Sleeping Thunder down as the grand finale!"

Deep inside the Mother Goose, Stella's wailing ceased. "I-input acknowledged." Stella said. "Activating enhanced movement protocol. This unit shall not fail! This unit will bake a strawberry cake for Elora! And comfort Serah! No more holding back!" The frame's lights glowed an ominous red, as it prepared itself.

And it ran. It ran so fast Bug was almost overwhelmed in trying to keep track of it. Stella would then clobber her way forward with the Bastion, unloading her primary payloads along the way, with one final objective in mind. Sleeping Thunder. Once she reached Serah's crash site, she planted the bastion once more, as she launched all of her shoulder missiles at mid range at a certain overwhelmingly large frame, Sleeping Thunder.

Bug for the most part, cranked yet another charge of the Particle Beam, and followed the ensuing charge from a safe distance, ready to intervene with a reaction shot if someone tried to gain Goose's back.

[Silver Tongued Devil used on Stella]
[Bugatti Token consumed on Stella]
[Enhanced Movement Activated]
[Stella charges with Bastion from P15 to V15, utilizing Shotguns, Ripper Fists and Hammer all the way if opponents are present.]
[Stella plants Bastion again at V15 and fires Missiles at Sleeping Thunder]
[Bug moves to O15, readies reaction shot/keeps charging, deploys Gwen's drone.]

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

@Digmata@shylarah@Ravion the Red@Crusader Lord@Randomguy

Bug grimaced upon seeing Elora twisting at the last moment, not fully evading the shot. "Sloppy finish. Damn." He cursed under his breath as he sighed and opened the comms. "Alright, I'll be going to the other side-GUN!" He said, yelling for Wings to scramble. He knew the little Cruxi dropping would try something funny. And what better than a young pilot crippled at the mercy of opponents. Still, that was not the only of his worries.

Argo had gone in deep, trying to snatch her first kill. That girl's frame was suited for attack and speed, but that didn't mean she couldn't get in a crossfire for what? A double tap. Bug confessed it'd be nice to have completed the silencing of the Logic Diver, but what he had done had crippled it and compromised its functionality.

To a degree it was rattling everyone else in the vicinity, and he knew Team Apple wouldn't let such a first winding punch stand by. He spotted a blur. The Horst, jumping and trying to shield Elora.

Great, now everyone's answering Elora's pain whimpers. And my frame's still pink! I bet that Andersen is trying to get back at me for the Duvallian folly! I'll get cut to ribbons if I dive in! Bug thought as he kept strafing to behind the building.

There are roads which must not be followed, armies which must not be attacked, towns which must not be besieged, positions which must not be contested, commands of the sovereign which must not be obeyed. He repeated to himself.

Wait. If people are coming here. The left flank... Bug thought for a second, as he gave a last farewell.

"Au revoir, Arrish, mon amour." He offered a last mock kiss to the arriving frame before darting in an opposite direction.

"Reinforcing the left flank. Heavies incoming on your side, Wings. Argo might not be salvageable at this rate." He cursed under his breath as he sped up, charging his gun once more, and sliding behind yet another building.

It was when he saw Guinevere running in the opposite direction, drones escorting him. As if some choreography was being put in place, they both ended behind the sides of the same building. What had possesed him to go to where everyone was? Oh. Elora. The Hyper Relay. It clicked. Guinevere must have had a similar flash of inspiration as himself. In fact he probably was a better techhead than anyone else given his frame's specifications.

He flagged a private channel to Guinevere."Gwen, how's this side coming along? Where are Squid and Atty?" He said, before correcting himself. Maybe both were taken out. In that kind of dampening field, it was impossible to know who was still alive, and only the looming figure trailing forward through a building was the only thing he could see. "...Shit. You've been hit rough. I apologize for the delay, I was making sure Logic Diver was a non-factor. But it's now calling unintentionally a bunch of knights ready to defend the downed frame. Argo also wants a piece of the downed frame. So i'm afraid the Hyper Relay is unobtainable for now." Bug gritted his teeth.

"I'm not even sure if team leader will be able to pull Argo or herself back, but I gotta reach Sleeping Thunder, and go after that big lunk and inside the jamming zone." He added, pointing with his rifle the advancing Goose. He gritted his teeth. He had to be sharper yet. He had to push on further. He had sacrificed one of his drones already, and the looming weapons platform cast a heavy shadow. Plus while his side could have speed... and had support and repair drones, it rarely traduced itself into damage. If only they could... hack at their pleasure. But he had a pitiful range, and Gwen was limited in how far his drones reached.

On the ground of intersecting highways, join hands with your allies. Bug though as he swallowed.

"I want you inside me, Sparks...wait I voiced that wrong.[Machine Mind] I can offer you a proxy install through a secure channel so my own frame becomes a proxy and a repeater of your drones. Downside is that I have to essentially admit that you can override and control my frame at any moment. But it's sink or swim. It might not be the Hyper relay, but two hackers can go further than one." He then pulled a keyboard."That'll help overcome our disparity in firepower and ranges. They won't be expecting it."

Secure Connection Request. Y/N. The screen blinked in front of Sparks.

[Dash from J24 to J21, then diagonally to M18, charging Particle Beam, attempting to connect with Sparks]

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

@Randomguy@Digmata

Astolfo looked at the diverse symbols that his screen fluctuated. That last response from team Banana...it spooky of cheekiness, as if a cat playing with someone. There was a slight chance that this was his nature, but on the other hand, he could not shake his paranoid feeling that Banana's heart had been won and he was just smugly replying with condescendence. Oh well, no plan survives contact with the enemy. Then the chat came alive once again, and the mature voice of Ava rang on his ears. Girl was shaping up quite nicely, it seemed.

"Roger that, Wings. Banana's being a little cheeky on his reply so he's likely to try something to brag in the mess hall." He added. "I can't see Atty, this frame isn't as speedy as hers. It'll likely take me a while to reach her as it is." He said somberly. "But...at the very least, I can comply with the orders of using the skirmish to snipe frames. In fact there's one here right now that I can bare my fangs now. I hope you don't mind a parting shot as courtesy to you two ladies..."

His frame stood up, as he quickly began typing on his frame. [Machine Mind] "Overriding safety Protocols on the Silverfish, turning it into a high impact payload against the ground, brace for shockwave pulse from O24. Should be a pretty loud Sonar to reveal our little guest. I'm not as good as a hacker as Sparks, but If I can get Elora's relay I guarantee there'll be biblical plagues on Apple's comms."

Roach's engines roared, as he hefted his gun and strafed eastwards, getting ready a reaction shot should the pulse reveal anything that wasn't a teammate.

[Crash Silverfish Drone on O24, use shockwave to locate Logic Diver]
[Move to J24, ready Reaction Shot for Logic Diver or Rex Artus/ Keep charging if negative.]

---

@shylarah
"Unit 456 will take care of Guinevere's babies." Droned Stella back to Sparks as she made Goose to delicatedly shuffle the climbing repair drones on the safest part of her frame, the underside of the Bastion. Stella frowned upon seeing Atty's disconnection error. Cutie Patootie was in danger. And that was unacceptable. Mother Goose roared to life once again as it plowed forward, the Bastion being held menancingly.

"Engaging Missiles. Engaging Bastion. Battle protocol online."

[Move to M15, Deploy Bastion, Missiles ready to react to opponents in medium range.]

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Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

@Ariamis said this is a special day.

IRON MAID

• Name: Magnus Maid Maidsson
• Gender: Maid Guy
• Appearance:
  
• Pilot Type: Maid Pilot.
• Age: You don't ask a maid their age, sonny.
• Background Potentials:
  Stealthy: The ways of the maid are mysterious.
  Maid's Potential: The ways of the maid often break the laws of physics to deliver results. Don't ask how. NANOMACHINES SON.
• Perks:
  Maidworking: The best network, one made of ninja maids and servants.
  Signature Move- Become Tasty Beam: The Framewerk glows pink with hearts, with its hands cupped, and deliver a powerful energy beam that turns opponents into edible food and sweets. It's very tasty.
  Proficiency (All): Maids, after all are capable servants in every task.
• Personality: The ways of the maid are Mysterious.
• Background: Once a wandering maid, seeking new ways to clean the cosmos. Due to the naughtyness of the cosmos, it's time to clean house.
• Missing People:Ojou-sama!
• Additional information:HAHAAHAHA NOPE

Graceful bow

• Framewerk Name:Aidez-moi à traduire ceci en français. Mk 6.
• Appearance:
  
  
• Weight Class: Light, Maids are always Light and graceful, you uncultured swine.
• Framewerk Type: Specialist(Attendant).
• Primary Weapon Systems:
  
  Laser Broom: Leaves no speck of Dust.
  
  Singularity Vacuum Cleaner: A portable Black hole that swallows dirt, grime, delerict starships, Cruxi, and shameful events, locking them firmly beyond the Event horizon.
  
  Pokebálls: Whoops. How did this get in here? Plz don't sue.
• Secondary Systems:
  
  Energy Apron: Acts like an additional barrier to the framewerk and bestows cleaning abilities so allied Framewerks become sparkly.
  
  The NYOOOM: An booster add-on that runs on a special fuel called Nonsenseleum. It grants the ability to move at ludicrous speeds, faster than anything, as long as no one is looking at the Framewerk.

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

@Randomguy@Ammokkx@Ravion the Red@Crusader Lord

Astolfo seized the tried and tested controls of his machine. Ah crap, it's time already? He sighed as he was ordered to move, and several replies returned to him, before getting in the thick of the battle. He quickly switched to the team channel, trying to sort stuff out before the comms became inevitably jammed.

"Roger that team leader. I have only one question. Do we assume commando operations or design a second in command in case of unable to reach?" He said, sighing, before he noticed that the Powerpuff Girl had gone and moved ahead as soon as the signal was given."Camouflage engaged. Moving to K21. Deploying drone.Charging gun. Looking forward to shoot Shiva in the schnoz." He said, a light chuckle as he swiped a few controls, the device becoming less apparent as it moved forwards to lean against the cover of the building. He then detached one of the drones nesting on his shoulderpad, as it climbed up to the top of building.

"Silverfish drone deployed. Crossing references with dust and debris patterns in case I can spot spurious interaction of invisible frames with the environment. Not the best system but it'll do." He said once again through the chatter.

Alright, now for the homework, was it. Bug then swiped his keyboard, typing a certain set of replies in order.

"My bunk. Tonight. I will wear lace. <3" It was the bemused reply he sent to Arrish counter. After all, the man had probably spent no small amount time and resources to try and riposte his photo framing. Admittedly his reply was hilarious and of good quality, but it worried him slightly what did the staff do with its free time.

":P" He typed twice the symbol to Serah, sending the reply in short order to answer the cheeky girl. At least he had not called him a creep, so answering cheekily could actually mean to salvage the situation. Now there was more convoluted reply at hand. Lucius. Unknown of team Banana. He cracked his fingers.

"Keeping it short.

Not gonna threaten you. Not the point. We'll all eat together tomorrow.

Not gonna say join us. Merely stay out of the way. Strat would be tangled with a new unknown anyway.

If you feel like it, I'll use my money and connections to grant you boons. So this is a bounty list.

Sleeping Thunder: Worth 3 Favours.
Raptor, Logic Diver, Dragonfly: Worth 2 Favours.
Everyone else: 1 Favour.

Accept or decline at leisure. Don't come near our lines unless you at least take someone down and prove you've chosen our side. We will be forced to shoot and void the deal.

Good Luck."

He looked at the sensors. So far so good. He then re-sent the reply to the entire Mango team. "This is the deal I offered to Banana. Suffice to say, if you catch the frame Atty identified prowling around near us in a suspicious manner, I suggest we terminate him."

---

Stella remained silent, as the order was given. The monstrosity known as Goose went into life as its limbs moved ponderously. She offered a last glance at the pictures, before sending a private message to Elora.

"Good luck Elora. Win or Lose" Stella said, before turning to another person. Serah.
"Good luck Serah. Good luck Atty.".

"This is Goose. Dashing forward to J15." She hesitated for a second, imagining herself trampling Zel."Squid, please do not obstruct." She relented in the end.