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In combat, adrenaline does strange things to one’s perceptions of time. Even though thanks to the timing circuits of the probe he’d been merged with all those years ago Muck always knew both true duration and local time, Effective duration was still malleable. Which meant that it didn’t matter how long he’d been engaging these Vampyr, as Gamlin had called them. Subjectively it was half a fricking lifetime ago; He’d been overconfident and flippant when he’d told Gamlin he was steering for the sound of the guns. The problem was that he’d found the guns… and found most of his offensive options were totally ineffective against the enemy mecha; while the Star Shield could and did block enemy attacks and Star Sword was able to pierce the enemy armor with ease, He’d forgotten why during his time aboard the SDF-1 he’d concentrated on being a Veritech pilot. And was having the point driven home, in spades once again. The vitals of an enemy mecha ten times his size were just too well protected for him to get to before being counter attacked, nor did these mecha have the same stupidly accessible weak point the old Regult ‘ostrich’ battlepods did.
So, Muck was stuck on the defensive. He could stop any single attack on the civilian population of this city, but he couldn’t take the attacking mecha out of the fight. And he was one person, badly outnumbered. No way he could be everywhere he needed to be. Dammit, he needed a firepower upgrade! Where the flaming flack was Gamlin? He’d been a verdamnt idiot about all this. He knew he could transmit and receive any audio band transmission he’d yet been exposed to, but that didn’t mean these people were using frequencies or protocols he was familiar with… yet. But his ‘Other half?’
//Affirmative. Two primary RF transmission sequences identified and analyzed. One matches experiential waveform and language components. Patching us into that audio ‘feed’. //
“Battle 7, Island 7. D 1 LAUNCHING! Requesting vector!”
*Is that? *
//Affirmative. Pilot Gamlin appears to have launched. Unable to determine location, must assume he is outside of sensor range, unable to predict ETA. //
*Understood, * Muck acknowledged, hoping it would force the probe AI into quiescence when his concentration was disrupted by something occluding the light from above him.
//EVADE! // his probe-self warned, for once Muck found himself ahead of the ‘combat curve’ and had been moving out of the line of attack as a grey something flashed past him and embedded itself into the mecha he had been trying to block and draw away from the citizens of the city he’d found himself in.
*What the?*
//Lack of information. Audio information incoming! //
*What the flack? *
//Analysis in progress. This ‘singing’ is severely disrupting all previously designated enemy units in sensor range. //
*We’re seeing a Lynn Minmei attack??*
//Affirmative? //
*You? Uncertain? *
//Affirmative. //
*HA! Let’s go and follow their lead, and do the Planet Dance! *
In combat, adrenaline does strange things to one’s perceptions of time. Even though thanks to the timing circuits of the probe he’d been merged with all those years ago Muck always knew both true duration and local time, Effective duration was still malleable. Which meant that it didn’t matter how long he’d been engaging these Vampyr, as Gamlin had called them. Subjectively it was half a fricking lifetime ago; He’d been overconfident and flippant when he’d told Gamlin he was steering for the sound of the guns. The problem was that he’d found the guns… and found most of his offensive options were totally ineffective against the enemy mecha; while the Star Shield could and did block enemy attacks and Star Sword was able to pierce the enemy armor with ease, He’d forgotten why during his time aboard the SDF-1 he’d concentrated on being a Veritech pilot. And was having the point driven home, in spades once again. The vitals of an enemy mecha ten times his size were just too well protected for him to get to before being counter attacked, nor did these mecha have the same stupidly accessible weak point the old Regult ‘ostrich’ battlepods did.
So, Muck was stuck on the defensive. He could stop any single attack on the civilian population of this city, but he couldn’t take the attacking mecha out of the fight. And he was one person, badly outnumbered. No way he could be everywhere he needed to be. Dammit, he needed a firepower upgrade! Where the flaming flack was Gamlin? He’d been a verdamnt idiot about all this. He knew he could transmit and receive any audio band transmission he’d yet been exposed to, but that didn’t mean these people were using frequencies or protocols he was familiar with… yet. But his ‘Other half?’
//Affirmative. Two primary RF transmission sequences identified and analyzed. One matches experiential waveform and language components. Patching us into that audio ‘feed’. //
“Battle 7, Island 7. D 1 LAUNCHING! Requesting vector!”
*Is that? *
//Affirmative. Pilot Gamlin appears to have launched. Unable to determine location, must assume he is outside of sensor range, unable to predict ETA. //
*Understood, * Muck acknowledged, hoping it would force the probe AI into quiescence when his concentration was disrupted by something occluding the light from above him.
//EVADE! // his probe-self warned, for once Muck found himself ahead of the ‘combat curve’ and had been moving out of the line of attack as a grey something flashed past him and embedded itself into the mecha he had been trying to block and draw away from the citizens of the city he’d found himself in.
*What the?*
//Lack of information. Audio information incoming! //
*What the flack? *
//Analysis in progress. This ‘singing’ is severely disrupting all previously designated enemy units in sensor range. //
*We’re seeing a Lynn Minmei attack??*
//Affirmative? //
*You? Uncertain? *
//Affirmative. //
*HA! Let’s go and follow their lead, and do the Planet Dance! *
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to rock the sky?
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
No Quarter by Echo's Children
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
No Quarter by Echo's Children