Next tidied up part.
- Radio communications
… […] - Foreign language [Translation]
~ … ~ - Thoughts
**12**
~ God damned mines. ~ A.C. snarled to herself. Because of them she’d had to fly higher, and that had made her more visible. Which was why she was jinking wildly in the air dodging the large amount of bullets attempting to intersect her airspace. It was bad enough there was apparently someone out there who’d made it their mission to put a bullet in her brain. She needed an exit, as more of the Op-For was showing up.
Case in point, two Motoslaves popped up from ground cover wielding what looked like Valkyrie GU-11 gun-pods. That wouldn’t be so bad if she had room to dodge them. It was the fact that two more Landmates also broke cover and aimed Gatling guns in her direction. Her link to Laevatein’s sensors and her tactical processor were working overtime with her to avoid the sheer amount of fire being directed her way.
How to get a way out?
***
And two missiles leapt into the sky on tongues of flame.
***
Deep in his logic core, Laevatein was concerned. His Meister was being increasingly placed on the defensive, and even she was being overwhelmed by the number of enemies now focused on her.
And then he detected the twin missile launches.
He analysed several thousand options in what few microseconds he had to spare, and chose one.
***
Inside her dedicated tactical processor, the trajectories of the missiles were computed and analysed.
She wasn’t going to make it.
Make Up.
And the world was awash with flame.
***
They had her!
At least, that had been the feeling right up until the bloody FIRE COCOON had appeared around her and absorbed the explosions of the two SAMs they’d fired. Then it had exploded outwards with a shockwave that had forced them to brace and stop firing.
And upon looking up, they found that awe and terror mix surprisingly well.
Her raven’s black hair flowed like liquid silk in the wind, showing the pale expanse of throat wrapped with a single red ribbon upon which hung a gold star. Red stars hung from her ears, and a red stone was set in the tiara that surmounted her brow. The white bodysuit clung tightly to her body, outlining every curve and reflecting the burning orange of the sky with sparkles glittering from the translucent frills of her shoulder guards. The red miniskirt flared in the breeze as the long tails of the split underskirt moved, large bow trailing ribbon to the rear. Long white stockings and opera gloves sheathed her legs and arms, trimmed at the tops in red, with red armoured heels and red enamelled vambraces.
Two miniature stars flared into being over her shoulders and resolved into miniature duplicates of her, one in filmy white lace, the other in scanty black leather.
Then her eyes opened, twin pools of blazing emerald green, and glared out with such force that those in its path stepped back in fear.
***
And every Senshi watching roared in triumph.
***
There was too much going on in her mind as Phobos and Deimos linked with her to truly think, but A.C. near-instinctively knew what she needed to do.
“Karyu…!” She snapped her free hand out to the side, forming a blade of white flame, before bringing the blazing construct across her body. “Issen!” And she slashed it across the line of battle.
A line of fire exploded into being along that line, wiping out half the Opposing Force.
Over her shoulders, the figures of the twins shimmered brightly for an instant before fading to reveal their own fukus.
A.C. ordered.
“Burning Mandala!” And burning circles of energy rained down on the remainder of the force.
When the group recovered, there was no sign of the newborn Senshi.
***
Lebia finished wincing.
“Yeah. A.C.’ll be really mad.” Greenpeace agreed.
- Radio communications
… […] - Foreign language [Translation]
~ … ~ - Thoughts
**12**
~ God damned mines. ~ A.C. snarled to herself. Because of them she’d had to fly higher, and that had made her more visible. Which was why she was jinking wildly in the air dodging the large amount of bullets attempting to intersect her airspace. It was bad enough there was apparently someone out there who’d made it their mission to put a bullet in her brain. She needed an exit, as more of the Op-For was showing up.
Case in point, two Motoslaves popped up from ground cover wielding what looked like Valkyrie GU-11 gun-pods. That wouldn’t be so bad if she had room to dodge them. It was the fact that two more Landmates also broke cover and aimed Gatling guns in her direction. Her link to Laevatein’s sensors and her tactical processor were working overtime with her to avoid the sheer amount of fire being directed her way.
How to get a way out?
***
And two missiles leapt into the sky on tongues of flame.
***
Deep in his logic core, Laevatein was concerned. His Meister was being increasingly placed on the defensive, and even she was being overwhelmed by the number of enemies now focused on her.
And then he detected the twin missile launches.
He analysed several thousand options in what few microseconds he had to spare, and chose one.
***
Inside her dedicated tactical processor, the trajectories of the missiles were computed and analysed.
She wasn’t going to make it.
Make Up.
And the world was awash with flame.
***
They had her!
At least, that had been the feeling right up until the bloody FIRE COCOON had appeared around her and absorbed the explosions of the two SAMs they’d fired. Then it had exploded outwards with a shockwave that had forced them to brace and stop firing.
And upon looking up, they found that awe and terror mix surprisingly well.
Her raven’s black hair flowed like liquid silk in the wind, showing the pale expanse of throat wrapped with a single red ribbon upon which hung a gold star. Red stars hung from her ears, and a red stone was set in the tiara that surmounted her brow. The white bodysuit clung tightly to her body, outlining every curve and reflecting the burning orange of the sky with sparkles glittering from the translucent frills of her shoulder guards. The red miniskirt flared in the breeze as the long tails of the split underskirt moved, large bow trailing ribbon to the rear. Long white stockings and opera gloves sheathed her legs and arms, trimmed at the tops in red, with red armoured heels and red enamelled vambraces.
Two miniature stars flared into being over her shoulders and resolved into miniature duplicates of her, one in filmy white lace, the other in scanty black leather.
Then her eyes opened, twin pools of blazing emerald green, and glared out with such force that those in its path stepped back in fear.
***
And every Senshi watching roared in triumph.
***
There was too much going on in her mind as Phobos and Deimos linked with her to truly think, but A.C. near-instinctively knew what she needed to do.
“Karyu…!” She snapped her free hand out to the side, forming a blade of white flame, before bringing the blazing construct across her body. “Issen!” And she slashed it across the line of battle.
A line of fire exploded into being along that line, wiping out half the Opposing Force.
Over her shoulders, the figures of the twins shimmered brightly for an instant before fading to reveal their own fukus.
A.C. ordered.
“Burning Mandala!” And burning circles of energy rained down on the remainder of the force.
When the group recovered, there was no sign of the newborn Senshi.
***
Lebia finished wincing.
“Yeah. A.C.’ll be really mad.” Greenpeace agreed.