No Mans Land.
A gaffaw of epic proportions at the statement of Chips riding a giant crab sounded over the radio. It was heard just barely under the uncontrolled tinny bell like cackling of his fair, Snacks, over the same net at the idea. Seeing as the communications systems were all sealed inside of their masks and picked up little sound outside of it-it was clearly intentional before it was cut off by the sounds of grunts as Chips no doubt tried to swat at the avatar of the little hellion despite the fact she technically existed tens of lightyears away like the rest of the fairys save for the partition they copied onto the strays power gloves and mechs on the off chance the connection to the Fae was severed.
There was little enough time for merrymaking, however. Yamogs righteous speech might have concluded had a mass of epic proportions not begun to take shape. At first it might be confused with one of the Bigger Bugs which was quickly dashed as one of the bus-sized xenos was simply smothered under the mass of the half-stadium sized abomination of pink-green-blue spotted flesh. Looking like a tube of murky sausage meat in an old condom the Biggest Bug had no right to be able to move under its own power; Tiny legs almost reminiscent of a centipede moved in unison to inch it forwards while a fat, beady head poked just barely out of a pucker of fat and was almost comically small despite the fact that the maw was the size of a house with teeth five to ten foot low in serated rows four deep.
It was discolored and splotchy as well. Its lower half of its body looking scraped and torn and worn as angry patches of dark green shown where the friction of dragging its massive body had come into contact with likely boulders or irrate hills that had torn open its flesh somewhat. Drops of ichorous fluid from its gnashing maw fell bellow it, each enough to fill a swimming pool as the abomination to any size conservation theory dragged itself over its own kin who did not get out of the way in time.
Even so its backside flared and swung as tiny pebbles in comparison sprayed disgustingly tens of meters away as the newly born slugs were trampled by the sea of their own they landed in.
The biggest bug defied all reason. All purpose. It and its kind Traveled around the world doing nothing but eating and birthing more of its kind catastrophically to the point it had driven the Rogerites of the world to near extinction. All known laws of instinct dictated that some semblance of balance should keep the alien infestors from eating their primary foodstuff to extinction and yet despite the light show of lasers and explosions of Macromissiles. Ignoring the sea of glowing, burning star paint; It looked only towards the city of fresh biomass that if conquered would be its last meal.
Someone shot it anyway.
From one of the militia wagons a canvas tarp was pulled away as a man swung around the ballistae and against all sense of self preservation sent the six-foot long spike of barbed crab-splooge flying over five hundred meters in an arc as it started to descend and stuck ten meters off the side of the colossal kaijus face.
Without even slowing down the massive monstrosity flexed its body and spasmed as its front half swelled slightly and-
"Uh oh" Chips shouted over the comms as his Highwayman, directly in the bugs path moved to the side as fast as it could strafe even as the geiser of steaming green-yellow acid spewed from the ground, coating and nearly instantaneously melting the flesh of the bugs before it and pushed up in a line as it cut through a line of its hoarde, three crabs and their riders, and coated an Olympic swimmingpools volume of spray on everything to the front and side as the brave and plucky member of Yamogs milita tried to dive out of the carriage but not far enough as, not needing to worry about melting was hit with enough volume of force that his body was turned into a paste on the ground in the trench it dug.
Slowing slightly as it deflated back to a normal size, the Biggest Bug started slowly inching and humping its way forwards in the now very clear path it had just made. But those near its rear and side surged ever forwards right towards the now stricken Crab Dragoons and Yamogs militia who were all unceremoniously deciding they needed to be anywhere else as some of them threw weapons or shields to the ground and hightailed it much slower than the chasing slugs back the mile towards the city walls.
"Shucks! Goddamn!" Chips swore once, and then corrected himself with a much more appropriate to the situation remark as his mech swung and stomped after he had paused in shock at the attack. "Somebody do-" He paused before shouting, "At your legs, man! Luk look at your legs!" The senior mutant shouted as the slugs got dangerously close as evident of a couple of the smaller but still large aliens started pulling themselves up either of Luks mechs legs, one of them managing in good time to reach the rear of the fuselag and get over his cockpit as it began biting at the transparent durrandium of the cockpit and slamming its hard nuptual like legs against it.
Rogers Ship
A couple of the nearby strays looked concerned at one another as they shared a look at Joannas statement, something unspoken going between them about the ship. An awkward silence went on for at least a minute as "Um"s and "Yeah..."s were mumbled from the two men right up until the time Clotho sauntered over accompanied by Shani in her self-mutilated for the sake of fashion strays armor who despite the sweat of the day on Joanna the much dirtier and grease-covered mutant gave the smaller woman a sudden Hug-attack and a cry of "Charl!" as Shasta rubbed her face against Charlottes own affectionately before the drone commander tapped the mad mutant on the shoulder and gently pulled her away.
"Im aware of the new plan." Clotho stated at Joanna, her faceless gaze looking towards the woman power glove to spend the unspoken message of the fairy-to-fairy communication possible in speeds faster than a mutant could blink its fifth eye.
"Im wondering why 'you' are here." Clotho continued on the same logic, wondering why they had made the trip all the way to the ship and not just sent the message despite chips orders.
"They're here cause Joanna knows how to pilot the ship!" Shasta gave one of her nuclear smiles as she looked up at Joannas mech, the statement not lost that to that point the question had never been asked if any of the strays knew how to fly a ship let alone point it at a moving target and lead the ship into it.
None of them, obviously, did. Of the ships of the corporation all were flown by a few adequate pilots of middling skill who were rare enough in the corps ranks. While the others were done so autonomously by Fairy AI who downloaded, ran simulations, and dedicated all of their processing power to flying a ship; Of which none were present on Rogers world or were unoccupied enough to appear there.
In fact the only one in the entire system was Lachesis who was piloting the Avatar of Clang in the system at that very moment and refused to ever disconnect from her body.
"Yeah!" Shasta continued, "You saw the clips of Joannas new ride. She knows how to jet and move~" Shasta said so reassuringly enough few suddenly doubted her as all heads turned towards Joanna in her mech.
