My head explodes, my ears ring
I can't remember just where I've been
The last thing that I recall
I got lost in a deep black hole
Don't want to find out
Just want to cut out
Scorpions - Blackout
Kennewes, T1A1 Havoc, about ten thousand metres above ground level and falling
Luca was hoping that the in-flight entertainment would be a little more interesting, but he had Zeta and Makari for company at the very least. Sitting beside him was the cowboy, arming the main gun of the tank while Zeta was down below in the driver's compartment, accessible from a different hatch.
Exiting the vehicle to look around would be poor advice, given that it was currently falling through the air, attached to four parachutes, and navigating through stormy, rainy weather. The aerodynamically challenged shape of the tank was presenting enough problems as its parachutes were doing their best to make sure it fell softly enough with its passengers that it didn't rattle apart or turn the occupants into jello.
"You know," Luca said through radio communications as he sat in the seat closest to the hatch, looking up at it and brushing his fingertips against it, "we never gave this thing a name, like," he snapped his fingers as he thought of names. "Like... Lorraine, or Betsy, or ah, Thumper."
He heard a crackle on the radio from the companion tank, the T1-Norris which was dropping alongside of it. "Call it the Ass Destroyer!" Allison heckled over the radio to the other tank. "I mean, have you seen the gun on that thing?"
"1T C4N D3STR0Y 4SS3S!" Echelon said, ever so eloquently from the Norris. Allison's unladylike giggling could be heard in the background.
Luca chuckled. "Right, right. Tamamo has a much classier name for her Hoplite." The banter was his way of lightening the mood prior to the coming storm he was going to bring. "I think it was called Moonsong. Isn't that right, Tamamo?" he opened a line to the Fox, who was currently sitting on a much higher altitude than the descending tanks and... frames.
Seiren's modified LEAF and Rebeka's WINTER-II were coming down together, the larger frame gliding gracefully while the smaller one was parachuting down in an elaborate and somewhat comical frame-sized parachute. Allison made another quip, this time to the two members who were piloting frames for this mission. "Hey, do you have a name for that thing, Seiren?"
"0H, R3B3K4, D03S Y0URS H4V3 4 N4M3 T00?" Echelon asked.
Luca checked the altitude on his wrist, holographically projected by the Grapple Stunner from its palm. Five thousand metres and still falling. He clicked his tongue and grabbed the hatch above him, pulling it open and letting sound of rushing wind and rain blasting down. He sat up, poking out of the tank and looking over the main gun and turret with a pair of binoculars. Seiren and Rebeka were able to spot him immediately.
In the distance, he could see the facility sticking out of the marshy terrain like the balls on a dog. "Okay, I count... one large building, looks like an office, next to another about the same size, looks like a production and assembly line of some sort..." he was doing his best do do some preliminary spotting, but this would've worked better in clearer weather.
He was only able to spot things thanks to the lights on the facility, "just off to the right of that are four, no, three storage warehouses, semicircular roofs. I can also spot a pair of tall cylinders just behind the production, silos I think."
He couldn't see much else, ducking back into the tank and closing the hatch behind him thoughtfully. "Moonsong, remain on standby. We're unsure if they have AA defence. Frame team, can you see anything with your scanners?"
Their more advanced scanners and vantage point saw that the shape of the facility was arrayed as an even-length hexagon, all faces the same length. On four of the edges in the shape of a square, there were defensive installations of some description, multi-barrelled. The other two edges, splitting the facility in half appeared to be watch towers.
The tanks were at three thousand metres, still descending steadily with the frames. There was nothing quite like saying it with battletanks. The battle Luca had envisioned would be the exclamation points to a weighty enough statement.
MISSION 4-L - START!!
Starring:
The ISC Phoenix
The Lagrange Foundation
Featuring Mecha:
T1A1 Havoc
T1 Norris
Origin LEAF
Lazarus WINTER-II
I can't remember just where I've been
The last thing that I recall
I got lost in a deep black hole
Don't want to find out
Just want to cut out
Scorpions - Blackout
Kennewes, T1A1 Havoc, about ten thousand metres above ground level and falling
Luca was hoping that the in-flight entertainment would be a little more interesting, but he had Zeta and Makari for company at the very least. Sitting beside him was the cowboy, arming the main gun of the tank while Zeta was down below in the driver's compartment, accessible from a different hatch.
Exiting the vehicle to look around would be poor advice, given that it was currently falling through the air, attached to four parachutes, and navigating through stormy, rainy weather. The aerodynamically challenged shape of the tank was presenting enough problems as its parachutes were doing their best to make sure it fell softly enough with its passengers that it didn't rattle apart or turn the occupants into jello.
"You know," Luca said through radio communications as he sat in the seat closest to the hatch, looking up at it and brushing his fingertips against it, "we never gave this thing a name, like," he snapped his fingers as he thought of names. "Like... Lorraine, or Betsy, or ah, Thumper."
He heard a crackle on the radio from the companion tank, the T1-Norris which was dropping alongside of it. "Call it the Ass Destroyer!" Allison heckled over the radio to the other tank. "I mean, have you seen the gun on that thing?"
"1T C4N D3STR0Y 4SS3S!" Echelon said, ever so eloquently from the Norris. Allison's unladylike giggling could be heard in the background.
Luca chuckled. "Right, right. Tamamo has a much classier name for her Hoplite." The banter was his way of lightening the mood prior to the coming storm he was going to bring. "I think it was called Moonsong. Isn't that right, Tamamo?" he opened a line to the Fox, who was currently sitting on a much higher altitude than the descending tanks and... frames.
Seiren's modified LEAF and Rebeka's WINTER-II were coming down together, the larger frame gliding gracefully while the smaller one was parachuting down in an elaborate and somewhat comical frame-sized parachute. Allison made another quip, this time to the two members who were piloting frames for this mission. "Hey, do you have a name for that thing, Seiren?"
"0H, R3B3K4, D03S Y0URS H4V3 4 N4M3 T00?" Echelon asked.
Luca checked the altitude on his wrist, holographically projected by the Grapple Stunner from its palm. Five thousand metres and still falling. He clicked his tongue and grabbed the hatch above him, pulling it open and letting sound of rushing wind and rain blasting down. He sat up, poking out of the tank and looking over the main gun and turret with a pair of binoculars. Seiren and Rebeka were able to spot him immediately.
In the distance, he could see the facility sticking out of the marshy terrain like the balls on a dog. "Okay, I count... one large building, looks like an office, next to another about the same size, looks like a production and assembly line of some sort..." he was doing his best do do some preliminary spotting, but this would've worked better in clearer weather.
He was only able to spot things thanks to the lights on the facility, "just off to the right of that are four, no, three storage warehouses, semicircular roofs. I can also spot a pair of tall cylinders just behind the production, silos I think."
He couldn't see much else, ducking back into the tank and closing the hatch behind him thoughtfully. "Moonsong, remain on standby. We're unsure if they have AA defence. Frame team, can you see anything with your scanners?"
Their more advanced scanners and vantage point saw that the shape of the facility was arrayed as an even-length hexagon, all faces the same length. On four of the edges in the shape of a square, there were defensive installations of some description, multi-barrelled. The other two edges, splitting the facility in half appeared to be watch towers.
The tanks were at three thousand metres, still descending steadily with the frames. There was nothing quite like saying it with battletanks. The battle Luca had envisioned would be the exclamation points to a weighty enough statement.
MISSION 4-L - START!!
Starring:
The ISC Phoenix
The Lagrange Foundation
Featuring Mecha:
T1A1 Havoc
T1 Norris
Origin LEAF
Lazarus WINTER-II