As Avel and Blake stood poised to make a rather complicated leap, Lenny's large arms shot out and grasped the two by their CSS suit's backpacks, preventing them from an ill-fated meet with the speeding rails beneath them. "Whoa whoa whoa! Where are you two goin'?!" George shouted from atop Lenny's massive shoulders, lifting his visor to catch a better glimpse at what had just happened. Instead, however, the short, sharp-eyed Nepleslian caught sight of something more distressing than two of his squadmates taking death-defying leaps.
Off to the left, the small group of CSS members had been faring well enough fending off what little attempts the junker drones were throwing at them from the rear end of the Squad 35 controlled Tram 1. In the confusing scuffle, however, a few of the skittering robots could be seen milling about below their cart, in a similar fashion to how they drones beneath Noboru, Method and Sean's cart were acting. At first their presence beneath the crane maintenance cart seemed to have little to no detrimental effects other than an occasional rattle or burst of sparks. Suddenly and without warning, however, the crane cart began to emit some very distressing creaks and screeches as the front end dipped forward. The small group of miscellaneous CSS members froze almost instantly, each of them not fully realizing what was happening until it was too late.
The loud scream of warping metal soon led to the crane cart across from Avel, Blake, Lenny and George to unhinge itself from the track in a rather violent fashion, the CSS members aboard holding onto whatever they could find for dear life as they were thrown about. The cart eventually completely unhinged itself from the tracks, throwing itself into a spin as it clattered and spun hazardously towards George and Lenny's maintenance car.
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Back in the conductor car of Tram 1, Keziah and her group were running into their own sets of problems. At the front of the tram, Serra's comfortable position at the front of the train was suddenly disrupted as, with one mighty metal swing, the junker drone skittering in front of her behind the glass smashed through. The crash sent both glass and dog-sized droid to the floor, sending a small shower of shards towards the Elysian maintaining Tram 1's blazing speeds.
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Across from Stovaa's position, the short Freespacer Administrator nodded once, beginning to turn to the group of frightened to inform them to take the makeshift bridge slowly. The message, however, didn't seem to get through to them in time, however; a couple of the more ambitious Cirrus Station personnel rushed onto the short bridge ahead of the others. A slight bump on Tram 2's track shook the platform slightly as they reached the middle point, however, upon which they all dropped onto their hands and knees in fear, desperately attempting to remain balanced atop the increasingly hazardous bridge.
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As Keziah peered carefully at the top of the front car, she would catch sight of several junker drones milling about aimlessly, seemingly without any real purpose as they crawled across the thing metal roofing plates. Suddenly, however, Keziah would catch sight of one of the closer drones lunge at her, swinging its front legs forward on top of her head. The force of the blow was barely noticeable behind her helmet...but in an unfortunate turn of events, the junker drones legs had caught hold of some of the nicks on the back of her helmet and backpack. The junker, also seeming somewhat confused by this dilemma, began to hurriedly step backwards with its remaining legs, dragging Keziah with it. Some of the other junkers noticed the odd goings on happening on the edge of the tram and began to slowly advance, curious as to see what their brother drone was doing.
