Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160327210255/@comment-26104528-20160916003800

"FuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuck" Loretta's cluster f-bomb went off as she probably put enough force on the control stick to bend it out of shape.

"CATSAI!!! GetThisPieceOfShitStraightenedOut!!" she shouted as her eyes darted across multiple warnings and holograms; other than the ones that blared "Pull Up" she could barely understand any of the warnings.

Finally, the AI kicked back in. The HUD re-oriented itself and stopped glowing orange, returning to a neutral and calming blue. With force enough to almost send her flying out of the pilot's chair, the Inua pulled up just in time to buzz off the top of a tree. Baby Nevermore was smeared on the windshield.

Delearneas, Mother of the moon, saint of the hunt, and protector of life, your daughter begs you, do not let that mother nevermore find us...

"Rainier, where the hell are you!?!"

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As the rope reeled them up, Osiris, Cormac, and Rainier found themselves inside a small thin hold lit only by red emergency lamps. 4 rocket lockers sat next to the cargo door they just came through. The entire aircraft had a sort of musty smell to it. No furnishings whatsoever in the hold. Most of the crates were labeled as containing Dust, Medical supplies, MREs, or spare components for armor and weapons.

Behind the trio was what looked like a small infirmary with a workbench out front. Tools and spare parts were all bolted down in wall-mounted cabinets. In the middle was a very steep ladder, but the hatch was locked for now. But for how old the aircraft felt, it did not vibrate or groan despite being subjected to heavy combat. It was built for war;  this was where it belonged.

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Before Rainier could say a word to anyone, the intercom started up. The pilot's voice showed age and veterancy, but also had hints of motherhood..."Apologies for the blue-on-blue, now let's finish this job, ya?" with that, she booted up the cloak on the Adjutant.

"CATSAI, scan target's EMP systems."

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"Scan complete: firing sequence timing confirmed. Hostile is unable to fire EMP weapons every 6.483 seconds due to recharge."

"Hold on to something down there." Lucina yanked her airship upwards, right past an EMP battery that had just fired. Now almost a kilometer and a half above the kraken, she fired four Resonance torpedos at the top of the ship. As soon as another set of the Kraken's batteries was charged and ready, an EMP knocked those torps totally offline; no internal computer, no trigger, no boom.

Or so they thought. Repostioning herself, Lucina changed the settings on her main cannons from spread fire to concentrated burst. Locking onto her own torpedos as the dropped right past the Kraken, she fired off a microwave blast, manually detonating the sonic dust within. Lucina hated having to rely on splash damage for effect on her targets, but this whole night was a statement: you don't always get to choose how you fight in war. Sometimes, you get to do things surgically with only one magic shot, other times you have to make a mess. Being positioned so far out, the EMP batteries that the Kraken was using took the brunt of the shockwaves. One by one, they were uprooted from thier mounts like weeds from a garden.