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>>21699860
You are Anode, A-rank maverick hunter, and right now you've got some trucks to bust.

You are on mission with Emerald, your diminutive green saberslinging bro. Your goal is to bring down the maverick Tumult Terapin and cockblock his convoy.

"Let's hit the vehicles," you decide as you both break into a jog. "Try not to break anything vital, we might be able to keep 'em when we're done."

"Got it." Em agrees as he draws his second dueling saber, short lo-beam numbers that cut brilliant green (naturally) tracers through your vision as the two of you burst through the doors.

And meet a gunline dozens strong. At least thirty mavericks, maybe more, train weapons on you. Beam blades and close combat weapons bristle intermittently in the mob.

There's a moment of stillness and an almost absurd quiet, broken only by the wailing of the base sirens. Behind the thicket of hostiles, you see the transports of this improvised convoy, numbering dozens of assorted vehicles.

Em glances over to you, his weapons resting at either side. If he's taken aback by the show of force, he's not showing it. "So...stick to the plan?"

[ ] They're just trying to slow us down. Hit the trucks.
[ ] Okay, maybe these guys come first.
[ ] Split up. I'll...
--[ ] Hit the trucks.
--[ ] Take these guys.
[ ] Other

>>21699865
[x] They're just trying to slow us down. Hit the trucks.

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[x] Step 1: Find Layer
[x] Step 2: Fuck Layer

>>21699940
It's a solid plan, but she won't be built for several years.

Pedo.

I'd like to participate, but first i need to read the archives.

>>21699865
>[x] They're just trying to slow us down. Hit the trucks.

this still going on? Glad to see that.
I never get around reading the archives.

>>21699865
[x ] They're just trying to slow us down. Hit the trucks.
The most exciting part of the month has finally come.

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>>21699931
>>21700046
>They're just trying to slow us down. Hit the trucks.

You look back at Em with a nod. "Stick to the plan, yeah. They're stalling. We can work through 'em." He rolls his wrists, sabers humming. Someone in the back of the maverick line starts yelling, and that's all the cue either of you need.

You break in opposite directions at the same time, a dozen plasma shots cutting through where you stood a moment ago. Em hooks his saber into the ground and pivots on it, throwing himself through the bunched reploids, taking two with him as he moves. You weave to the right, forcing half to break into a run to try and catch up.

Not that they really have a chance, as you dump the scant charge reserve into your dash and close on the first transport--some kind of tracked freight loader. Your advance was fast enough that no one is in position to stop you as you ignite your lance and slash through the treads. You cut it in a second place for good measure as you clear the vehicle and spot the next target.

This one's a bit better guarded, a driver and crew hastily piling out to mount a defense. Not fast enough to keep up with you, though--you just slam your elbow into one's chin at full tilt, throwing him into his buddies as you carve a furrow through six tires on its left side.

That's two on your end. From the sounds of it, Em's got a handle on things as well. The air is full of chaos, between mavericks calling for support, the roar of engines firing up, and the klaxons over it all. One thing catches your ear, though--

"--bats in the air, get the 'loids running!"

Those fucking bats.
[ ] FUCKING BATS
[ ] Fuck bats.

>>21700184
[x] Fuck bats.
We're already running quick, the more treads we fuck up before finally getting dragged off the less we gotta deal with later.

>>21700184
>[ ] Fuck bats.

>>21700184
>[x] Fuck bats.

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>>21700221
>>21700541
>>21700603
You decide against hitting the mechaniloids. Any time wasted now is time lost thinning this convoy. You key your comms as you move for the next target.

"Hey Em, heads up. They're gonna be bringing in 'loid support any second now."

"Fine enough by me," he calls back briskly. "How you holding up?"

"I'm good. Two trucks down on my end."

"Three here. They're only just ready for us."

"So I see," you reply as you draw close to an aging big-rig of some kind, "getting back to it. Out." Three mavs open up on you, putting a period on that as you break left and evade, closing the gap. One moves in, drawing a saber as he does. You bat his thrust aside and fire a burst of plasma into his face. The others return fire, which you ward off with your saber as you charge in. You quickly dispatch them with a slash and more buster fire before putting another salvo into the engine block. One more down.

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>>21700856
You can hear them moving now, though, as they finally begin escaping the facility. Still, it's a narrow exit and there's enough left to keep you busy. The next is a wide cargo transport of military origin. An instant before you can hit it, you leap aside as a half-dozen roaring engines streak by--roaders. You clamber atop the transport, over a pallet of the mavericks' supplies. The pigwheel 'loids can't do anything to you now, but they'll be able to keep pace with the convoy and defend it.

From your new vantage point, you can make out Em again. He zigzags between trucks, cutting tires on either side like a kid running by a fence with a stick. Not as fast as you in a sprint, you notice--but he's a lot more nimble, rolling over the hood of one vehicle and landing on another.

You look down, noticing a bright warning sticker adorning the crate at your feet. WARNING--HIGH EXPLOSIVE.

Well, at least that problem solves itself. You wind up and trigger your thrusters, turning in midair and firing another salvo behind you. Crate, truck, and mechaniloids alike go up in a massive blast.

Unfortunately, it also attracts the attention of a swarm of those bats.

And, with the unmistakeable thuds of its footfalls, a ride armor.

You land directly between the two, of course. The bats circle, ready to cut off an escape. You don't have time for this.

>Nothing for it, take them out.
>Any brilliant plans to slip by?

>>21700866
>Nothing for it, take them out.

>>21700866
>Nothing for it, take them out.
Bonus points if we drop the armor operator and jack the thing.

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>>21701106
>>21701200
Pinned down is pinned down, unfortunately. Plus, the way you've been letting them organize, it was either deal with them or let them overwhelm you. The bats seem content to just circle, though that Ride Armor feels like being more aggressive--he comes in with a charging punch, no blocking that--following up with a cross with the other fist as you hop back. It keeps the pressure up, refusing to back off and let you try to line up an easy hit on the operator. You're going to have to do this one the hard way.

Fortunately a ride armor is nothing if not an easy target--even the best operator can't avoid blows as much as mitigate them. You come in from around its arm with a two-handed swing, dragging your lance across its side. You hop back at its reprisal and fall back under a barrage of punches, charging your buster.

If you keep up like this you'll take it out, but it will take too long. Rather than wait for an opening, you try to force its pilot on the defensive by thrusting at its face. It blocks it, but you send it backpedaling with a burst of charged plasma.

"Hey, Anode?" Em radios. "Dunno if you can hear it, but we've got a copter approaching."

"Great. I'm dealing with a ride, give me a sec."

"Want a hand over there? Most of the working trucks are gone."

>You take the armor, I've got the bird.
>I'm sorry, I just have to see you sword a chopper to death.

>>21701796
>I'm sorry, I just have to see you sword a chopper to death.
"Unless you don't think you can."

>>21701819
As hilarious as that is, our chaff missiles would be a better bet. Speaking of, we probably can use those to disengage from the ride armor and the mechaniloids and get Em in there.
>>21701796
>>You take the armor, I've got the bird.

>>21701844
I totally forgot we had those. It been too long.
Changing to this plan.

>>21701922
Plus we can laser the shit out of the pilot with our new stuff with the pen provided we hit.

>You take the armor, I've got the bird.
We got blackout rockets. We are seriously equipped for this.

ALSO: Nice to see you posting again. I missed this quest! The twitter thing is definitely something you should consider. I know at least 3 other quests have related twitter accounts.

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>>21702219
Thanks. And just to remind everybody, I'm prone to long delays, but if I ever decide to quit running, I'll let you know.

>>21701844
>>21701922
>>21702110
"You know, part of me wants to sic you on that flyer," you note.

"And part of you is a bastard," Em answers without missing a beat.

"Yeah, but lucky for us--" You evade another flurry of attacks from the ride armor-- "I'm more practical than that. Can you handle this guy?"

"Roger that. Mind those bats, you've got a whole mob on you now."

With that you break off, heading in the direction you last saw Em. He announces himself with a whoop as he vaults a disabled transport, coming in with an aggressive overhand swing and a blazing orange blade as tall as he is.

Show-off.

He quickly draws the ride's attention, leaving you free to clamber up the truck he just vaulted and make your way towards the sound of the advancing heli.

You notice immediately it's a mechaniloid--shaped like a bee, no less--and coming in fast and low. You think you remember hearing about these, an evolution of the old Bee Blader. It sets its sights on you, opening with a barrage of fast-moving burst lasers from its eyes and "legs."

>Engage at extreme range for safety.
>Too far means too much evasion time, and your missile count is limited. Get close.
>Other

>Engage at extreme range for safety.
Blind it with a laser or two, then missile

>>21702326
>Engage at extreme range
We have a laser, lasers are fast, save the chaff for when he gets close.

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So I'll be sporadic, got relatives coming over for dinner, the usual business. I suspect many of you do as well, but the thread's not going anywhere. Keep an eye on it, etc.

Should have time for at least one post after I get cleaned up, then it's a tossup.

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>>21702364
>>21702476
Right, it's not the only one with a laser. You evade the fire, sighting with your buster as you reposition.

The way you see it, unless you get absolutely blindsided, the only way they'll win is through attrition. Fighting defensively and conservatively until you have to gives you better odds. Plus, you have a few weapons to select between, so you don't have to risk spending all your good stuff in one engagement.

All of that, of course, is only really academic if it buys enough time for that convoy to escape. Time to do something about that, starting with a piercing blue beam of light drawing a line between you and the bee.

It banks away, but not before you catch one of its stabilizers. It's still flying, but it lists a little, struggling to keep all its guns leveled on you. In response it spits a rocket at you, walking a barrage of laser fire up at you with it. Clever--limiting your options. You dash between two slagged transports for cover, letting the missile detonate on the side of one, blasting a hole clear through it. You promptly fire back with your own rocket right through it. It's moving fast enough to evade this shot, unfortunately, and doesn't seem to be slowing down as it bears down on you.

>Actions?

>>21703174
Try to get in closer. Use cover where possible.

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>>21703174
We don't have to aim for total destruction of the giant bee, only crippling it. A bird on the ground is the same as a dead bird. Take out more of those stabilizers and send it plummeting to the ground.

It's a pleasure to see Maverick Hunter Quest back in the saddle. After Street Fighter Quest, it feels neat moving from one Capcom quest to another.

>>21703174
Try and stagger its movements with basic rapid-fire shots, then take out the heli blades while it's off balance. If there isn't a clean angle on the blades, blast out stabilizers instead.

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>>21703396
>>21704370
>>21704632
Getting it closer won't be hard, given that it seems to be trying to strafe you. You move and shoot, sending long chains of fire downrange from both barrels as it flies in, returning the favor with a fusillade of laser cannons. It weaves back and forth, though you notice it takes longer to correct its course swinging back one way from the ailing stabilizer. Each shot only does minor damage, but at the rate you're hammering it, that barely matters.

Unfortunately, this close it's too fast to score hits on, screaming overhead and swinging around for another run. It spits another missile, forcing you to change tactics. There's no adequate cover, so you spend another chaff missile to knock it out of the air. The mechaniloid notices and banks to avoid the cloud of flak, turning away and presenting you another opening.

With the convoy escaping, this time you don't intend to let it drag this out any further. Your overcharged laser hits it broadside, hitting the stabilizer on one side and slicing clear through to the other. The rotors cough, spark, and give out, sending it spinning wildly. It lurches and reels, listing right into a mob of bats. Neither group comes out on top in that encounter as it plummets to Earth, choked with dead fuckbat. Job done, you go to check on your partner.

It's almost like watching a cobra and a mongoose. Em wheels his sword back and forth, inside the ride armor's guard. Each time it winds up to swing it meets the blade before it can build speed. The arms are the strongest, sturdiest part of the machine--built to be slammed into something over and over again with the force of an industrial press, but even from here you can see the glowing furrows carved into the insides of its limbs.

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>>21705558
As you get close, the operator sees you. He panics and tries to overpower Em, surging through his guard with brute strength--meeting no resistance at all as he adroitly leaps its arm and drives that orange blade into its back. It winds up for a vicious backswing, only to begin smoking heavily and go dead. The pilot is fighting the controls uselessly as Em kips up and knifes him in an eyeblink.

"Brotip!" he calls as he hops down, "Heat beats armor. Just line up the vent and kill it with fire. Thanks, by the way."

"No problem," you say as he disengages the two-hander embedded in the machine's back and works it free. "Our support coming up?"

"Ought to be. How'd we do?"

"I got four."

"Six, but you kept them busy long enough to bag the last few. Call it a tie."

Crankshaft drops off your rides, and before long your hunters link up. Seven ride chasers set out, hot on the trail of what's left of the convoy. "We got most of the little ones," Em observes, "they still have most of their heavies--including that crazy-ass land battleship thingy."

"That a technical term?"

"Could be. What I'm getting at here is--I think we have a shot at boarding them."

>What are we, land pirates?
>AWESOME. WE'RE LAND PIRATES.

>>21705574
>AWESOME. WE'RE LAND PIRATES.

We can totally do this. We're a speed demon on crack even without using charge and Em is pretty damn fast and nimble.

If we're not good on charge take a very quick look around and see if we can eat the batteries of any of the things we destroyed.

>>21705574
>AWESOME. WE'RE LAND PIRATES.
We've got the speed to overtake the convoy, and it'll be more concise an encounter than plinking away at heavy armor from the outside. Let's get on top of those heavies and disassemble us some tanks.
>>21705601
We've got speeder bikes. We're not catching the convoy on foot.

>>21705656
True, but I doubt we'll be able to just drive it up the battleship, we might have to jump the gap.

And once we're inside it's going to be hilarious, close quarters with a melee specialist and hallways perfect for a lunatic with a spear to charge down.

>AWESOME. WE'RE LAND PIRATES.

If I learned one thing from Wheel Gator, it's that land battleships are best fought by boarding them and taking out a reptilian Maverick who's doing the piloting.

>>21705710
Well, to Wheel Gator's credit, his vehicle was less a land battleship and more a city buster super cruiser. Plus, we fought him in the gas tank.

hey hutter are you in the military?

>>21706127
I'm not, though I almost joined up when I was younger. Do I come across that way?

>>21706134
I really need to check my post...anyway, the use of pt got me.

>>21706265
Nah, it's the civvie kind of PT.

Well I ate up enough time with random questions, gonna go have a cry because none of my friends love megaman.

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>>21706376
That's okay.

Neither does Capcom.
>>21705601
>>21705656
>>21705710
"Em, that ... sounds ..." you grin manically. "Fucking awesome!"

"I know, right?!"

"Um," one of your Steel Berets says, looking between his two superior officers. Poor bastard.

"Heads-up," Crankshaft calls, shadowing your pursuit up to the convoy from above, "You're closing fast. Looks like they're expecting you. I've got eyes on movement, I'll call 'em as I see 'em."

"Roger that, thanks, Cranky," you reply. You gun the engine, moving up as the tail end of the last truck appears ahead.

"You realize these are India's chasers, right?" Em asks warily.

"Yeah, I know, she'll kill me twice if I put a dent in it. Why? You scared?"

"She once sat through a whole meeting on fire." That's... huh.

Your banter's interrupted as Crankshaft calls a warning. "Heads-up, kids, bats, road attackers, and ... I think a few crushers up ahead. Yep, they're toughening up the path.

Sure enough, it's not long before you have to maneuver around some broken ground--and by broken ground you mean a solid three-foot-wide lack of it. Ahead you can see the crushers, dropping their spiked weights with enough force to hear over the wind rushing past you.

"You know," he adds, "with enough speed you can just clear those potholes." How... very authentically Crankshaft.

>GOTTA GO FAST
>Save it for the stunt drivers.

Attack plans? Your turbo cheval has a forward-mounted rapid-fire blaster--not as much punch as busters, but it's something.
>input

>>21706762
>>GOTTA GO FAST

When in doubt, GO FAST.

Okay, attack plans, find the battleship, blow up anything in our path with our own busters and the blaster, prioritize speed, if there's anything big in the way we can joust it, find a weak spot on the battleship and find a way in.

>>21706762
>GOTTA GO FAST
We can't afford to lose time, or else we'll lose that convoy. If any Roaders or whatever get in our way, we'll punch 'em with the ride busters.
If we're going to mount one of these vehicles, we have to make sure we're at speed with the tank, which shouldn't be an issue. These things always have external handholds because it only makes sense to get up and down the thing, so find those first, and make the jump to grab on. We can get someone to recover India's speeders later. Since these are Mavericks, I can't imagine them giving up tanks like these so easily, so I don't anticipate them compromising one cruiser for the sake of the rest of the convoy. As long as we get onto the first one, disable it and make the jump before we lose the next one, it should be a straightforward smash-'n'-loot. Remember, we want to salvage these later to rebuild Armored, so try to minimize collateral.

>My sides

Why bother with turning when we can just forge ahead?

>>21706855
Also I think we've got the Tension Coil with the Spool. So we can use that to make boarding easier and reel ourself and/or our bike to what we're boarding, it'll make jumping between them easier as well.

>>21706762
We have a lance, and we are on a speeder, IMPALE THINGS IN HALF on the way to the landship!

>>21707121
No spool, you opted for the EAS and the VWES upgrades. Want the character sheet?

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>>21707132
>lance
>fast vehicle
Wow, somehow that completely slipped my mind. TALLY HO!

>>21707223
It's been two months. People may want the refresher.

>>21707241
http://pastebin.com/BJq04SQH

YES!!! MHQ IS BACK!!!

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>>21706855
>>21707018
Deep inside, you feel a powerful urge welling inside you.

You feel the need.

You feel your grin go from "wide" to "unsettling" to "rictus" to "put down the knife" as you tightly grip the handlebar of the Cheval and turn it as far as it will go. Indy really did tune these things for speed--if you had a stomach you'd have left it behind you with fear, reason, and self-preservation.

You practically fly over the massive gaps in the road without stopping, firing your buster into the air as you go, shooting down half of the crushers.

"Anode..." Em comms.

You cackle gleefully as the first convoy vehicle leaps up to meet your breakneck pace--

"Anode!"

--Nearly send yourself flipping end over end with a minor turn as you gun down a pair of road attackers--

"ANODE!"

"What huh?"

"BATS."

>Maverick Hunter S. Thompson
>BAAAAAAAAAAAATSSSS

>>21707707
>>BAAAAAAAAAAAATSSSS

FUCK THOSE BATS!

>>21707707
>>Maverick Hunter S. Thompson
We can't stop here. Gotta go faster.

>>21707707
>>BAAAAAAAAAAAATSSSS

Bats versus Anode Cyclers see which wins.

>>21707707
>Maverick Hunter S. Thompson
It'll be too much work to divert our attention to deal with the bats AND keep pace with the convoy AND not wipe out on the speeder. The bats are trying to serve as a deterrance. It won't work. Let's board that first cruiser before we shoot down some aerial-mammal-knockoffs.

>>21707707
We can't stop here, this is bat country!

>Maverick Hunter S. Thompson

Once we get inside the battleship, we'll finally be free of those stupid distractions. FUCKING BATS.

>>21707707
>>Maverick Hunter S. Thompson

>>21699965
Except the X8 audiodrama says her first mission was as a secondary tech during the MMX3 event.

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>>21708003
The quest takes place between X2 and X3, at any rate.

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>>21708003
Fair enough.

You still can't fuck her.

>>21699965
>>21708003
>>21708035
>>21708069
Don't we already kinda sorta have a thing going on with India?

>>21708003
>>21708035
Why do I expect that now that this fact is in the open Layer will be Wellington's assistant in the future?

>>21708095
Nnnnnot really. Granted, she's one of the only women in the unit, but
1) she's in love with her work,
2) she rags on us as the newbie, and
3) she's quite possibly crazier than us.

>>21708069
Mainly because we currently don't have the parts to do so.

>>21708035
>Using Orihime trace layer picture.
Besides, all she wants is Zero's saber

>>21708121
Well there's no way we could go out with someone saner than us. Given our missions lately she won't be able to give us shit for being the newbie for that much longer, and we also love our work.

We share a number of interests, and to be completely honest our dating pool is kinda minimal.

Besides we're bros, and going out with your hot fighter pilot insane bro can't lead to anything but awesomeness.

>>21708176
You don't date bros.
You don't date in the workplace, either.

>>21699940
>>21708035
>>21708069
A thought: why does a Reploid have a beauty mark? Personal preference on the creator's part?

>>21708192
I think we left workplace professionalism behind when we uppercut a Bear through the ceiling.

Don't think of it as dating, think of it as wacky adventures that just happen to start with dinner at a nice restaurant.

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>>21707738
>>21707800
>>21707938
>>21707967
"HOLY JESUS," you crow, "WHAT ARE THESE GODDAMN ANIMALS?!"

"Why does everyone always say that?!" Em hollers back.

"We can't stop here, Em! This is bat country!"

"WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS SAY THAT, TOO?! Is it a reference?! ARE YOU REFERENCING THINGS IN COMBAT?"

-----

Well back, with five Steel Berets on Ride Chasers, maverick hunter Emerald had a realization.

His face was as stone, despite the flurry of chaos and gunfire ahead.

Anode was crazier than he was.

Behind the expressionless mask, Emerald screamed internally.

Mother of God.

-----

You clear a path through the swarm of bats with one buster and the cheval's blaster, just enough to get through. "You've got the rest, right, Em?"

"What am I gonna do, flail at them?!" he asks, exasperated.

"Flail at them exceptionally well," you reply helpfully. "Besides, your chaser has a gun!"

"Forward-mounted and can't be elevated or depressed!"

"Sounds like a dull life," you observe as you pull up beside the first enemy vehicle and match speed.

"Fffffffff..."

You ignore Em's simmering as you prepare to jump--already you can see they've prepared for this, as mechaniloids and personnel scramble.

"--ffffffFFFFF--"

What the hell is he doi--

"FFFFUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOOOOOU," he roars, not needing comms for you to hear him. He screams by, going as fast as you were--maybe faster, he's lighter, after all--and you swear for that eyeblink in your vision he's giving you double birds as he careens past, driving with his boot on the handlebars.

>>21708310
This quest. Always amazing. I love you.

>>21708310
I think he broke.

>>21708310
I can't find my sides anymore. send help.

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>>21708310
With that, he simply coasts over up ahead of you and lightly hops up onto the transport.

"You've got the rest, right, Anode?" he asks serenely.

"Fuck you," you grumble.

"No, fuck you and your references."

"Before your time, kid. Fuck you."

"I'm older than you are! Fuck you!"

"It's a matter of class and distinction. PS, fuck you."

"Yeah, real classy, you've been saying f--"

One of the Berets cuts the two of you off. "You're arguing over open comms. Sirs." In his voice, you HEAR the bleak-faced, completely unamused expression on the production model infantryman's face, absolutely screaming 'we are going to die.'

Of course, it's somewhat diminished by Crankshaft's wheezing, helpless laughter over the entire fracas.

Okay, okay, you guess you should do this leader thing. The first transport is slowing--both to let the rest get away, and to allow the bats to catch up. You see the new 'loids arrayed against you--Amenhoppers are skittering across the cargo crates and deck of the vehicle. Sky Claws are deploying, presumably to pick up and dislodge you, with Helits flying support for them. On the ground you see more Road Attackers coming your way, and fast.

>Follow after Em.
>Okay, you DO have the better ranged game. Stay mounted up, joust some drivers and cover Em while he takes the transport.

Orders?
>We took the ride chasers for a reason--keep the berets as outriders to support you and harry their ground attackers.
>Full boarding action!

>>21708572
>Follow after Em.

We need to clear this fucker fast. Together we become an inverted blender of death, us charging like a madman with Tension coils whipping around slicing everything we don't impale while he bounces around chopping things.

>We took the ride chasers for a reason--keep the berets as outriders to support you and harry their ground attackers.

That's what they're there for.

>>21708572
>Follow after Em.
>We took the ride chasers for a reason--keep the berets as outriders to support you and harry their ground attackers.

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>>21708572
>Okay, you DO have the better ranged game. Stay mounted up, joust some drivers and cover Em while he takes the transport.
>Okay, you DO have the better ranged game. Stay mounted up, joust some drivers and cover Em while he takes the transport.
>meanwhile a highway patrolman watching the scene

>>21708572
Em can handle himself. stay mounted and support the Outriders.

>>21708572
As long as we clean this transport thoroughly, we can have it picked up later.

>Okay, you DO have the better ranged game. Stay mounted up, joust some drivers and cover Em while he takes the transport.
We have to clear the sky sooner or later. Plus, in super-tight quarters, we'd just get in Em's way.
>We took the ride chasers for a reason--keep the berets as outriders to support you and harry their ground attackers.
Just to make sure the transport doesn't get away. Remind Cranky to tag 'em.

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>>21708671
>>21708665
>>21708639
"Okay, okay," you relent, coming down from your field trip to Insanity Junction, "I'll support from the bike."

"Attaboy," Em says cheerfully. You open up on the nearest Amenhopper, clinging to the side of a box facing you as you relay orders to your poor men.

"Right, keep up, but stay back and watch for trouble. Let me know when those bats are getting close and we'll catch them in a crossfire."

"Roger that, sir." That done, you return to the battle in front of you, keeping your head on a swivel. You watch Em advance up a ladder and meet a charging maverick, slamming an elbow into his face and sending him reeling. In the same move he snaps the tapered beam hilt from it (ouch) and delivers a sharp cut across the front, cutting through his chassis with a quick slice. He sidesteps a plunging Sky Claw and neatly takes its arms off on a return-slash. He moves ahead fast, drawing a sword from his hip and adopting a rapier-and-dagger style you remember your sister trying once.

"Heads up, those bats are inbound."

"Riders in front coming in for a fast attack pass," Crankshaft adds.

>FUCK BATS WITH PLASMA CROSSFIRE
>Annoying as they are, the riders are a bigger threat. Lance 'em.

>>21709082
>Annoying as they are, the riders are a bigger threat. Lance 'em.
"Keep the flying rats off me."
"Bats, sir."
"There's a difference?"

>>21709082
>>Annoying as they are, the riders are a bigger threat. Lance 'em.

LANCE! Other people can help with the bats.

Also we should try attaching the Tension Coil to something nearby moving as fast of us and clotheslining things in half.

>>21709082
>Annoying as they are, the riders are a bigger threat. Lance 'em.

WHY ARE WE NOT JOUSTING RIGHT THE FUCK NOW

>>21709082
>Annoying as they are, the riders are a bigger threat. Lance 'em.

If we do well we can bring India back more rides than we borrowed.

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>>21709082
>DON QUIXOTE RIDES AGAIN!

>>21709102
>>21709121
>>21709130
>>21709169
>>21709282
Don't forget to use the Arrest Lance and slot our lance in our buster.

>>21709353
Arrest Buster, I mean.

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>>21709102
>>21709121
>>21709130
>>21709169
"Copy," you respond, "I'm going to hit those riders before they can give us trouble. You draw your lance, letting it fall to one side as you shift your weight.

Normally this would be difficult, dangerous, and reckless--not that it'd stop you from doing it. But unfortunately for these mavericks, you like to play to your strengths. This includes an upgrade letting you slot your lance down your buster and brace for a charge, just like couching a lance.

Still, these road attackers are well-trained and disciplined. At the extreme edge of your vision, they reposition into a wedge, like a charging cavalry formation, intent on forcing you to one side or the other if you don't want to face the entire team. It's a smart move--they'll blow past you with minimal casualties and hit your small Beret force head-on.

But unfortunately for them again, you're just full of surprises. You bank to their outermost edge, just as they surely expect. Your opposite number opens fire from maximum range--far past effective distance, hoping to get you weaving and bleeding speed--but you just lower your lance and hold it in front of you, feeling secure behind the protective distortion field.

You wait, and wait, and wait, fingers tense on the chaser's throttle. They go from pinpricks in the distance to looming figures in seconds.

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>>21709392
And as they're about to blow past, you release the gas, firing a tension coil to your left and mooring it to the transport Em's clearing. It goes taught at chest-level just as you make your respective passes.

The first thing you notice after the shock runs through your arms is that the impact jumped your capacitors up 10% by itself. The second thing you notice is the corpse snugly resting at your shoulder, with lance, hilt, and entire goddamn arm through the middle. The last thing you notice is the distant crashes and explosions of the remaining road attackers, all cut down on the power of their own momentum through that coil.

"First transport's slowing," Crankshaft observes. He's right--you notice your coil going slack. You clear the slain attacker from your arm, stow your lance and boost forward again, letting the coil wind around its front as you circle around to the other side.

...And that's when you see the train.

"Em?" You radio.

"Just finishing up here, I'll get my ride and..."

"Em, we have a problem."

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>>21709402
Aaaaand dramatic cutoff for tonight!

Hopefully the thread survives so I can pick it up tomorrow, I have four days to myself for the first time in forever.

>>21709428
Oh right, and I'm not passing out right away, so if you have questions or what have you, feel free to ask.

/m/ has a Megaman music thread going on.
>>>/m/8463712

>>21709554

First, I think you SHOULD get a twitter, since I already missed this much. Twitter is awesome for quest-tracking.

For questions, I guess I should check and see if it's cool if I post story-time in between sessions in the thread to keep it alive. We just finished the OMH saga thing, so I have more time to make it all pretty.

On a final note: I missed these threads. This is arguably my favorite quest, second only-ish to AC-Quest.

>>21709581
It's a common trend to post stories between quest updates. Helps keep the thread alive and flesh things out.

>>21709581
Re: storytime: By all means! I can't tell you how giddy and excited the MMX game stories make me.

And thanks a lot, I really appreciate it.

I think I'll look into that Twitter, the consensus seems to be that it's a good idea, though I might study MGNQ and what have you to see how it's done first.

>>21709606
Typically, quest twitterers will post future game times, live thread notices, and related artwork/fanwank, though MGNQ's Deculture has the tendency to talk about related things as well. Lost Future's runner, Resistor, also has a twitter account for questing, and possibly the only reason it came back from hiatus is because his fans were pestering for him to come back..

Right, so let's get this story-time going.

When I last left off, Will was being dragged into town by his two compatriots to learn how 'fun' works.

Sim and Mit hit an arcade, and a bar, and then some kind of restaurant. Will went along until he was sick of the bright lights and found an old fashioned bookstore he snuck into at the earliest opportunity.

There he was introduced to a Old bookseller and his daughter who ran the store, and was imparted with a deep love of reading. He ended up buying pretty much all of the Asimov books because the 'three laws' of robotics made him laugh uncontrollably, and continued going back because of the Retro-Scifi.

Sim and Mit would repeat this pattern of trying to get Will to do something reckless and stupid, only to for him to inadvertently discover a quiet art gallery or something several times over the next couple days.

During one of their adventures through town, a bunch of little kids accost Will and drag him back to their school where he spends most of the day doing impromptu PR for the Hunters by talking with the Children he saved.

Beyond those two developments, nothing really important happened. It was mostly just us running from cops and trying not to let Hunter Command know we were the hell-raisers.

Then one day, in the middle of watching the local news, a general alert goes out, and we discover the Vienna is under attack.

>>21710313

It's only after we deploy to the field that Frog reprimands us for going off base, since now he needed to leave in care of a dude who just got there instead of the 'professionals' he intended to.

"Come on, he can't be that bad." Mit commented from the car as we get flown in.

"He just covered half the base in an oil-slick, chasing down a superior officer."

"Which one?"

"Sev."

"Remind me to buy the new-guy a beer."

"You're not allowed to encourage this behavior." Frog commented with a sigh. "Alright, what do you boys know about the situation on the ground?"

"Not much." Will answered with a shrug. "Some huge info-war machine we're calling the 'sky-jammer' is fucking things up and we need to destroy it."

"We as the hunters, yes." Frog responded. "You boys in particular are gonna be playing 'firefighter'. Go where it's bad, and take out problem areas. Resolve them and move on."

"That's it? Nothing more specific?" Sim asked in surprise.

"You work better without someone looking over your shoulder. Just try and keep the collateral damage down." With that, Frog signed off and we got booted out of the plane.

"A thought occurs." Sim comments from the gunner position in the back. "How useful is the car going to be in Vienna? Isn't it all canals and such?"

"Naysayer." Mit comments while Will gunned the engine.

A few minutes later, we encounter members of the first attempting to secure a beachhead, and Will meets his brother.

>>21710326

Joseph Marshall was one of many competing prototypes to try and replace the main-frontline soldier in the Hunters. He more or less amounted to an updated version of the 'Sniper Joe' style robots from the Robot Master era, with severely upgraded abilities.

They lost the bid since it was slightly too impractical cost-wise and not quite as adaptable as the standard Beret types.

In any case, Joe was a rising star in the first, since he could tank pretty much anything short of a Enigma blast head-on as long as his shield was in the way. Putting him in front of a squad tripled the survival rates in the field and made command (briefly) reconsider which unit they had as their base-line.

We meet Joe's squad pinned down behind some rubble by a couple of Ride-armors modified with cannons. Will disounts, uses EAS and takes out two of the four in one turn. Sim pops a second and Mit manages to Hack the third and force it to self destruct, after charging backwards into an incoming squad of Mechanloids.

"Nice save." Joe comments.

"Yeah," Will responds. "What happened?"

"Our ride in got shot-down, almost lost my squad." He shakes his head. "Did lose the pilot. What're you doing here?"

"Spec-Ops experimental unit." Sim answered. "At the moment, we're assigned to helping clear troubled sites."

>>21710442

"Thanks for the save then." Joe says with a respectful nod. "If you're looking for trouble, there's some down by the docks. Apparently the Mavs are trying to get reinforcements in that way."

After thanking him for his intel, we move through the city blowing up Mavs and at one point inadvertently saving India by running over a dude with a Laser-canon about to shoot her out of the sky. After realizing this fact moments later, Sim quietly filed it away for leverage if she decided to do anything to him.

We get to the docks, and see a huge submarine unit coming up out of the water. Will, having apparently no sense for consequences, immediately drives straight into the open hatch trying to deploy foot-soldiers and proceeds to start running people over, while Mit and Sim gun down everybody they can. They end up leaving the car parked 'topside', and have Mit hijack the submarine. After forcibly taking control of the thing, Mit notes a weird black 'haze' over the systems, and wisely jacks back out after killing another landing sub with the on-board guns, and setting the thing to blow.

We get our first hint of 'Virus theory' maybe being true, and get the hell off the exploding boat in our car as we cripple the port's ability to accommodate enemy troops.

Mit took the opportunity to send a cheerful text to the Naval dision commander not to mind us, since we were only doing their jobs for them.

>>21710513

The whole thing at this point was basically one 'minor impact but totally awesome' stunt after another, slowly crippling overall Maverick capabilities and eventually winning the battle. By the time it's over we've secured about a dozen new ride armors and some weird intel on the Maverick activity.

Mit was called in for a special debriefing on his experience inside the Maverick communications system, and we are all sent back for some R&R back on base.

It's during this time that Will is finally convinced to go drinking with the rest of the crew, and not long after they decide that it's probably a bad idea to continue forcing him to drink. Especially since Frog made them pay for removing Mr. Killjoy from the bar.

>>21708153
It's entirely possible that Iris may live in in this timeline, so she's shit outta luck on that front.

But yeah, Anode/India 4evar.

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>>21711401
One can only hope.

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>>21712641
If only because the thread can use a wakeup bump, I have that saved as "dad is hitting us again can we stay at your place.jpg."

Good morning, folks. We ready to continue?

>>21713080
I'm watching, but I don't know how many others are. Its 6:00 AM PST.

>>21713080
I'm sort-of here but will be leaving for work in ten minutes. Probably a lot of other people are a) likewise, b) still sleeping off turkey, or c) out shopping.

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>>21713080
I'm giving this a bump.

>>21713080
I'm here.

>>21713080
YES!!

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Right, I just got into the dumbest argument ever, give me a sec to try to get back into the swing of things.

>>21709402
"Crankshaft?" you call.

"No idea, kid," he says, "it just came out of a tunnel a moment ago and it's masking readings."

"Meaning it's up to no good," you note.

"The guns told me that much," Em replies, climbing a crate and looking out at the passing train. "How the hell did they get control of the rails?"

"Knowing them, they didn't."

You watch as car after car blazes along the track, even as the rest of the convoy slips away. "That's...a lot more supplies."

"Calling it in," Crankshaft provides, the mirth gone from his voice. "How are you going to play this, boys?"

You make eye contact with Em, then both of you look to the train, bristling with weapon emplacements and ready enemies.

>You take the train. I've got the convoy.
>Stay with the convoy. I'm on the train.

>>21715181
>Stay with the convoy. I'm on the train.
The Great Train Robbery anyone?

>>21715181
Tactically speaking it should be
>You take the train. I've got the convoy.
Which has the added bonus of giving us a Hollywood chase scene leaning out of car windows with SMGs blazing. But I'll second
>Stay with the convoy. I'm on the train.
Because I wanna use the train guns on the convoy.

>>21715302
This

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Okay, this just isn't going to happen without a cup of coffee to throw into my face.

Sit tight, gang, I'll be back in a few minutes. Have a consolation pic for the wait. Feel free to discuss if there's anything to be discussed in the meantime.

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>>21715302
>>21715329
>>21715333
You look back and nod, decision made. "I'm going for the train."

"Got it." Em heads for the driver's cabin of his new ride as you bank left, closer to the train.

"Whoa!" Crankshaft calls as he sharply jinks away, tracers cutting through the air. "Too much AA for me to support you on this one."

"Fine enough by me," you reply. "Can you stay close enough to spot for us?"

"No promises, son, these birds like to fight back when you get fancy. I'll do what I can."

Your approach doesn't go unnoticed--the AA guns can't depress and hit you, but panels flip on the sides, revealing short-range turrets--one spits a cone of flame at you, forcing you to weave and brake nearly to the end of the line.

It's a beehive here, mechaniloids swarming through the walls--literally, scuttling crablike things slinging purple balls of plasma at you, forcing you to slow further.

"You've got birds on your back, Anode," Crankshaft warns, "Old Metal Wings, gaining fast."

"Bats have redirected," one of your Berets adds. "They like you, boss."

They're definitely trying to shake you before you can get aboard. This thing's stupidly well-armed. Finally, for lack of options and time, you fire another coil and drag yourself and your bike over, hooking onto the rail of the last car.

>You've left enough things at your back. Clear some of the mechaniloids from behind you.
>Press ahead! If you're fast enough they can't catch up.

>>21716053

>You've left enough things at your back. Clear some of the mechaniloids from behind you.

We've already gone through all the good bat jokes. Only awful ones will remain if we don't handle it.

>>21716053
>Press ahead! If you're fast enough they can't catch up.

>>21716053
>You've left enough things at your back. Clear some of the mechaniloids from behind you.

as much as I would love to have us out run them, but I'm assuming that we are going to have to run on top of the train so lets murder some bats so they don't have the opportunity to knock us off the train

>>21709402
http://dwellingofduels.net/dodarchive/11-05-Sony_Month/02-thesamareaye-MMX4-Chase-DoD.mp3

We're on a train. Or at least will be shortly.

>>21716235
One good burst behind us, then up and onto the train.

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>>21716083
>>21716235
>>21716580
You've been lucky, so far--either through force or audacity, nobody in your party has even taken a hit so far. Maybe you're just a cynic, but you can't help but expect that will change.

These mavericks are prepared--well prepared. They're ready for you, so what's the harm in making sure they can't surround you? You hop the rail, and after a moment's consideration, tether your chaser to the side of the train.

Sure enough, it's not long before you see the Metal Wings. Microjets with a vaguely avian form, flying loose formations as they zip hither and yon. The ones approaching you look nasty--between them and the bats, you could easily see yourself crashing in a heap evading them all. Grateful for Crankshaft's early warning, you meet them with a pair of charged bursts from both barrels.

The results are spectacular. A hail of a dozen shots streams downrange, each taking at least one 'loid with it. Most take more, and one straight down the middle downs three bats and a bird. The bats break off and scatter, leaving a scant handful of birds to pick off without their screen.

"Mop up the rest of these and keep an eye out. Look for any ways to harry and slow the convoy vehicles."

The Berets move to comply while you turn to regard your ride.
http://youtu.be/aq0PHkhaa-0

>Take the roof. Most of the mechaniloid threat's cleared.
>In the door, breach and clear.

>>21716770
Get intel if there's tunnels or other obstructions for the roof route. If there is, go down, otherwise, I'm sure the roof would be less armed and armored. If nothing else, the AA guns are likely there.

>>21716845
I like this plan. Seconding.

>>21716770
take the roof

>>21716770
>Take the roof. Most of the mechaniloid threat's cleared.
Also see if we can do a quick and dirty sabotage on the AA while we're up there to so Crankshaft can provide a heads up without dodging as much incoming fire

>>21717239
Better yet...see if we can hack the AA to target any maverick air support.

>>21716845
This is most sound. I don't want to get decapitated by a tunnel we weren't warned about.

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Gah. All right, calling a hiatus here. I've got Relatives 2: Leftovers Boogaloo coming up and I'm feeling kind of out of it.

If the thread survives I'll pick it back up when I can, it's only about half-dead. If not, no big worry.

Sorry for the abrupt vanish, the slow pace, and happy to be back just the same. Let's see if we can almost approach a regular thread schedule, huh?

Slash beast is the greatest Mav ever.

Running down trains, flashkicking people, and doing wallslams. I wish there was a mode in MMX4 where you can play as the Mavs for a level or so just so I can be a fraction of that awesome.

>>21717775
The problem with being a Maverick (or even one of those ancient Robot Masters) is that unless you're exceptionally clever, you're mostly a one-trick pony.

>>21717808
I remember a flash game where you played as Fireman.
You didn't get abilities.
You didn't get powerups.

You could, however shoot a ball of flame as big as 1/4th the screen. That1s a lot of fire.

Anyway, Slash could have almost as many options as Zero in that game so it's not that bad.

ah, fuck, i missed it.
nice to see you're still around, man.
sweet picks too

>This still lives.
Thank god, I was getting worried.

>>21716845
This. (And taking out the AA guns on the way would be a really nice bonus.)

>>21718083
hey ZM any idea when you will run next?
Also this quest is awesome.

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Evening bump.

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Train top bump.

>>21720681
not really sure. i wanted to continue, but if the last attempted thread was any indication, its doomed to fail if i dont make everyone know about it in advance.

A quest cant function without enough people.

>>21725176
whelp that's sad also bump

>>21725176

Get a twitter.

I will force all my fans to follow you.

We're like a brotherhood of giant Robot game runners.

>wake up
>see thread alive and well

You guys are great. I'll run some more in a few hours, once people are awake.

>>21716770
are the guns control inside or outside?
if they are inside, get in if not stay outside and use said guns to kill every single maverick, once we've relived the gunners from their posts of course.
also H.C where do you get all your pictures? (they are one of the many reason I follow this quest)

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Oh hey, we actually ended on a tie. Have some more intel to help your decisionmaking.

----

The train cars appear to be military hardware, not simply repurposed civilian models. The domes of the AA guns are flush to the hull, and either remote-controlled or automated. If you can hack them, you doubt it's going to be from the turrets themselves. The insides of the cars are shielded, so you don't know what's waiting for you inside. You know the exterior has mounted antipersonnel positions and mechaniloids, notably the Flamer (hurr) turrets and Wall Cancer (durr) crab-bots. Given the extent of the defenses and equipment on this convoy, you don't doubt they can throw more Metal Wing flights at you out here, and that might not even be the end of it.

There are in fact tunnels, but they have sufficient vertical clearance that you can negotiate them safely. There are occasional lower-hanging signs as well that might force you to keep your head down, though.

While we're at it, a layout of your forces; you have five Steel Berets mounted on Turbo Cheval ride chasers, currently acting as outriders, harassing and harrying and otherwise slowing up the procession of the enemy convoy and keeping you clear from a distance. Crankshaft is flying support, though he's using an unarmed transport that he's probably been ordered not to crash into anything. He's waved off in the face of the AA, but he's still providing recon from a distance. Both you and Emerald have ride chasers as well, though both of you have dismounted. You're on the last car of the train, and he's in the driver's booth of the last truck in the convoy. He seems to be accelerating.

>Over the roof
>Through the door

>>21728415
Breachan and Clearan gaems. With any luck, we can we can get under the AA turrets and disable them if not hack them.

>>21728415
Through the door sounds good

>>21728415
>Through the door
We can accomplish more if we do.

Wait, what, this isn't totally dead? I assumed it was.

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>>21728678
The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. Alternatively, hey, if Zero can come back...
Though honestly, if I ever decide to quit I'll let you all know.

>>21727325
Almost forgot to answer this. I get my pictures from all over the place, usually 4chan. Anything Megaman related (or just that I can use) I save, usually with a dumb filename to go with it. As for MHQ-specific art, a friend of mine draws it for me whenever he has time.

>>21728678
MHQ threads tend to last a few days, either because of HC's pace with updates or some other factors. Other people pad the thread with story0times from, among other things, their quest-inspired campaigns to fill out the thread. According to my postcount, this thread is only halfway done, so we have a lot of room to fill.

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>>21728655
>>21728439
>>21728461
"I'm heading in, guys. That shielding might block comm contact."

Em responds quickly as he begins catching up on the next car. "Roger that, 'Node. Happy hunting."

Given the size of the car, you might have room to swing your lance inside, but you have no idea of knowing how crowded it is in there. You switch to your misericorde, charge a buster, and blast the hinges, following up with a kick that sends the door tumbling inside. Hitting your dash, you surge in after it.

Plasma sizzles past your head from the defenders, as one hauls himself up after diving aside. You hunker low and return fire, narrowing your profile as you advance. One or two stray shots glance from your armor, doing minimal damage, but you gun down the culprits without much trouble.

Sirens light up in the wake of your attack, and a metallic booms from the PA system. "INITIATING LOCKDOWN."

You hop back as a massive column pierces through the floor, slamming into the ceiling with a green, blocky head. It swivels on the new impediment to stare at you. It dodges your first knife-swing, but you catch it on the reverse. The head spins away, letting you put a chain of shots into it as it reels. It explodes, letting you wrench the drill-column aside and continue. Unfortunately, it doesn't shake the feeling that you just got into a fight with a Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robot.

"Dunno if you can hear me out there, but they know I'm coming," you radio. "They're trying to slow me down with more stupid 'loids."

If they got that, they don't respond. You look around as you move through the car--no supplies in here, but it's the last train. You reach the door to the next car. Except for the sound of the rail beneath you, silence.

>Cautious breach.
>Aggressive brach.

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>>21728747
>Aggressive breach
They already know the hunters are here. They can probably guess, if the lockdown is any clue, that we're already here. There's really only one way in or out, unless we want to get clever and clamber outside between cars. Let's go in hot.

>>21728747
>Agressive Breach
Probably best to move fast, as they might sacrifice a few loids to keep us busy while they detach the car. Assuming they can do that, anyways. And if not, just moving fast can catch them somewhat less prepared.

>>21728830
can II get some context on this picture, please? I get it's Aile from ZX, but other than that...I got nothing.

Oh and >Agressive Breach

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>>21728830
>>21728842
>>21728869
No sense going slow--if they're going into lockdown they want to stall for time.

You slam your misericorde into the doorframe and carve a furrow into it, throwing your whole weight behind you. You repeat for the other side, back up, and then take off with your electric dash, shouldering in with full force.

It feels like you slammed headfirst into Tanker again, but the door blasts off its hinges, making a handy shield. Fire splashes across its front until you slam with a grunt into the responsible party, throwing the door over him and yourself over both.

You roll past and come up buster-first, spraying wildly back from whence you came. Two more mavericks go down, and you quickly stab your knife through the battered door and into the maverick beneath it. He spasms once, then goes slack.

You hurry through, shoulders bumping against the stacked cargo crates on either side of this car. You reach an open space, and, on a hunch, dash through it at full speed. You make it past another of those drill-blocks as it snaps up from the ground again in the gap. You don't have time to congratulate yourself, though, before you have to dive to the ground as a missile streaks down the car and impacts against the mechaniloid behind you.

Down the way, you see your attacker--a head gunner, though unlike the mass production models you've used before, this one is heavily armored and boasts a pair of high-caliber cannons. They level on you, tracking as you move. You have no room on either side.

Think fast, Anode.
>

>>21728998
>Blackout Rocket
If the rocket itself doesn't get it, at least the flak cloud will stop any more missiles. Then we can clear the cloud from above and move on.

>>21729030
seconding this, as long as we're pretty sure more missiles are going to be coming out of those cannons- not sure how the flak cloud holds up as a defense against anything else, though.

>>21729030
Sounds like a plan.

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>>21729046
The clouds are usually pretty good and dicing up most anything that passes through, to say nothing of fouling up any smart systems. It's basically a floating dead zone.

A side thought: if we're lucky in the future, we can get a wind-based weapon to push around the cloud or clean it up sooner.

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>>21729030
>>21729046
>>21729059
Nothing much for it--you raise your own buster in response and fire off a chaff rocket.

It fires missiles and lobs a small shell at you--the missile hits it square on, blasting it out of the air and releasing the flak cloud. The missiles don't make it through, though your plasma does, as you hammer away at it with both barrels until the surprisingly sturdy mechaniloid dies.

"LOCKDOWN LIFTED," the loudspeakers announce as the fireworks come to an end. The door at the far end opens, and slats in the sides retract, letting you see out the sides of the train. Well, that's good, at le--

"--n you hear me? I said, they're detaching the train car!"

...Well. Shit.

>Out the side! I need a chaser, stat!
>Through the flak!
>Other?

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>>21729240
>Other?
OVER the flak, stupid. Get outside and see if we can't make the jump. If we're too far out, bring a chaser around to grab us, THEN chase down the train.

>>21729240
This is probably a bad idea, but we are on tracks right? Can't we just shoot our tension cable out that door and into the other train? If this car is slowing down fast enough it should pull us through the chaff with minor damage, and, as reckless as this may be, we can use the cable as rope dragging us onto the escaping train. Either way, moving a chaser in to support either for if we fall, or just to keep up, it could work.

>>21729292
>>21729302
Combining these two, hop up on the roof, hit the train with the cable, and swing around onto it.

>>21729310
Lets try that.

>>21729302
We don't actually have a zipline function on our Tension Coil. It was an option during the upgrade downtime, but we eschewed it for more substantial upgrades, unless you plan on manually hauling us in onto a traincar likely going 100+.

>>21729348
I was thinking manually, its still a rope for the most part.

>>21729310
Or we could pull a trick from X himself and go for a pretty nifty dash-jump, especially with our super-meaty EAS dash.

It's more a matter of fast versus safe at this point. Most of these are going to involve spending some time cutting your way through the side of the train.

>>21729445
Well, if we're gonna be outside either way, the best thing to do is at least bring a speeder around as insurance in case we botch the jump (assuming there's even a jump that can be made). Trotting through the cloud would just be silly if we can't get around it from inside, so let's make an entrance.

Also, get Cranky to see how far this track goes. Are there any convenient chasm-spanning could-easily-be-bombed-if-they-wanted-to bridges in our near future? Bad movie and game tropes say they always pull something like this over bridges like that.

>>21729445
Have a berret board along the sde so we can borrow his chaser, and he can retrieve the one we teathered.
India will kill us if we left one behind

>>21729521
We can assume any abandoned chasers will be recovered.

>>21729529
i know, but it'll let us go on ahead, and he can folow from behiind to support

also the cart we're on could conveniently explode

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>>21729240
"I'm gonna need a chaser up here," you report as you stab your beam knife through the wall. "Can one of you drop yours off and take mine?

"Roger that," comes a Beret. "Bats are clear, though they've started making passes with Earth Commanders."

By the time you're through the wall, he's pulled up alongside, and with a bit of difficulty you trade places. You take off like a shot for the train, now far ahead again, though it's speeding up with you--looks like they've jettisoned enough cargo to try and stop you.

Sure enough, here comes a flight of Earth Commanders. Crankshaft picks out another flock of Metal Wings behind them, coming at you fast. "Do we have any idea where this thing's headed?"

"Not a clue," Crankshaft replies, "But we've passed on word to transit officials, and they're getting the line clear." You wince inwardly imagining a train this large, this fast, hitting a civilian model in the opposite direction. Hell, if they anticipated that, they probably designed the front as a battering ram. You'll find out when you get there, you guess.

It's not hard keeping yourself clear through the Metal Wings, and the train still has all that weight to compensate for, meaning you accelerate much faster, quickly nearing the new last car. You can't keep letting it get away like this, though. Up ahead, keeping pace (barely) with the train, you see those Earth Commanders. Turrets pop back out of the sides, ready for you.

>Clear the Commanders and get up on the top. No risking getting bogged down inside.
>Try for the inside again. Even if they decouple again, that's another round of supplies they're not getting.

>>21729781
>Clear the Commanders and get up on the top. No risking getting bogged down inside.
If we stop the whole train, then they won't get ANY supplies. The sooner we reach the engine, the sooner we can stop this crazy train.

>>21729857
seconding this notion.
skewer the engine from outside if we have to

>>21729911
Knowing Mavericks, odds are good it's armored.

>>21729857
>>21729911
Thirded.

>>21730039
Then we just aply Em's brovice and aply heat.
lots and lots of heat.

granted, thats a last resort type of thing, like, trains going to 'Oh Yeah!' into a hospital or something

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>>21729857
>>21729911
>>21730044
"Right, let's try this again," you mutter, gunning the engine. You pepper the nearest Earth Commander with shots. The propeller goes off, surprising you as it suddenly turns into a blazing wheel. You redirect, but overcorrect and begin losing control of the bike. Shit. Now or never.

You leap, snagging the side of the car as your chaser wobbles off on its own, surprisingly stable. "I hope you can get that, Cranky."

"As long as the guns are up there and it's back here, I can. Y'okay, son?"

"Yeah, unless India finds out that just happened." With a grunt, you clamber up onto the roof. Good timing, as the handhold you just made turns into an angry turret, spitting fire where you were.

"Whoa! Eyes on target, eyes on target--!" Em exclaims. "I've--wait. He's gone."

"Gone? What do you mean, gone?"

"I mean one second there was a big-ass fucking turtle here, and now there's not. Keep your eyes open."

You've got your own problems, speaking of. Those crabs are scuttling back out, charging spheres of energy to ruin your day. The turrets haven't gone anywhere, either. You switch back to your lance--it's nice and open up here, at least, fighting your way from one end of the train to the other.

>Check on Em, make sure you're not getting too far spread out.
>Keep it up, press ahead.

>>21730291
>Check on Em, make sure you're not getting too far spread out.

We don't want to get caught alone by the boss, having our bro with us makes life easier.

>>21730291
Keep pressing ahead.
Em's a big boy, and in all likely hood more competent then we are
if Terapin's gone to the train somehow, he can reach us while we fend him off

>>21730291
>>Keep it up, press ahead.

>>21730291
>Keep it up, press ahead.
The convoy and the train are two different supply conveyors. Taking down both will make life better on the whole. Terrapin can't be in both places, but I've got a sneaking suspicion he's on this train. Get our boys to corral the convoy if it hasn't been already; it's not like the train can leave the track.

>>21730388
>It's not like the train can leave the track.
I remain unconvinced of that. Mavericks are a weird bunch. That said, this is a good plan, keep moving and let Em do his thing- we can both handle ourselves, though we may come back a hand short or something.

>>21730410
Considering Terrapin is rated to be the equivalent of a Grappler (high-power combat specialist rated specifically for precision target removal [game terms: the guy you teleport directly into the boss room instead of the beginning of the stage]), this encounter will be an exercise for anyone involved.

>>21730449
I'm not saying we solo the guy if we see him or anything, but we've got a train to stop and Em's dealing with the convoy/land battleship situation. Unless we plan to let one of them get away, backing each other up is out of the question until one of us has settled our respective business.

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>>21730351
>>21730356
>>21730388
Shaking your head, you move along. Em's got his end wrapped up, you just need to keep on yours.

As you look up the line, your nonexistent heart stops when you see a quartet of missiles screaming toward you, long contrails blazing behind them.

You dive, the force thudding through your body as they impact, chasing after you with a chain of explosions you only barely avoid. You scrabble to your feet, only to leave them again as a pair of grenades jingle merrily as they fly towards you, shredding the roof where they detonate.

From the next car, Tumult Terapin looks down at you imperiously.

"Disengage the shielding," he says tersely, eyes locked on you. "Redirect the power to the engines."

With that, he fires another volley into the connector between your cars and turns his back to you, winking out in a flash of light.

"TELL ME you just saw that," you radio as you wind up and leap, clawing your way up to where he had been standing only a moment before, the car behind you engulfed in a chain of explosions as it falls behind.

"Local teleport," Crankshaft replies. "Meaning they set up a relay to go between the train and the trucks."

"No one told me we were fighting fucking Batman," Em grumbles crossly.

The train lurches below you as it picks up speed. To make matters worse, the turrets and crabs have come back out to play.

>Mad dash for the front!
>Stay within support range, clear as you move up.

>>21730646
Mad dash for the front!

He's putting everything in the engines, we need to stop them before the train pulls too far ahead.

Also we get up farther ahead there might be some yummy electricity to munch on.

>>21730696
seconding

>>21730646
As much as I dislike the idea of this jackass teleporting back and forth and being able to surprise us as we rush to the front, we really don't have a lot of choice. Tell Crankshaft what he said about diverting power to the engines, and see if they've had any luck finding out where the hell this thing might be headed.

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>>21730646
>Mad dash for the front!
Now we REALLY need to stop this train before it comes undone and derails. If Terapin's teleports are on a relay, then there has to be beacons on both the train and the convoy he's jumping between. Take them out, and he'll be stranded either here or there. Either way, Terapin just sped up his schedule. He's trying to get somewhere fast.

>>21730696
This.

anyway we could call in further suport to either damage or slow the train from the artilery division?

or set up any kind of baricade far ahead of it?

Hell, a nice big pothole would be enough.

>>21730772
We're still waiting on Cranky getting information back from the transit command center.

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>>21730696
>>21730701
>>21730719
>>21730741
This son of a bitch is clever. You consider what you thought earlier, about getting whittled down, and realize he's going to force you to do exactly that.

"Crankshaft, he said he's diverting shielding to speed the damn train up. Can you tell me what I'm looking at?"

"Working on it," he replies, "More of the same inside and out, with a few reploids here and there. Explosives in every car, including the decoupled ones. That's a hell of a contingency."

"Can we blast this thing? Or fuck up the track?"

"If it comes to it, but there'll be hell to pay and none of the elements that could do it are anywhere nearby. Command's already said they don't want it to come to that."

"Command can go f--DAMMIT!" Em howls. "There he is again! Engaging!"

"Go keep an eye on him, Cranky, I'm going to make for the engine car."

"Roger that, I'll split the difference. We both know he'll be back for you." Crankshaft leaves you with that cheerful thought as he banks over to the convoy.

"Yeah. Yeah, he will. How are you doing back there, Berets?"

"We're good, sir. Slowing up cars for Captain Emerald."

"Keep an eye out, that fucking turtle's over there somewhere."

"Copy, sir."

You break into a run, dodging flames, bouncing plasma orbs, and the occasional Metal Wing or Earth Commander, though they're falling behind at this speed. You take a few more hits as you move, but nothing critical. Finally, burnt and slightly concussed, you've made it to the second to last car. The last in line looms ahead.

>In through the back.
>In through the window.

>>21730869
In through the window.

I wouldn't be surprised if there were half a dozen claymores pointed at the back exit. DYNAMIC ENTRY is the way to go.

We can even use the Coil as a rope so we can swing in and then start whipping it around to chop everything around us up.

>>21730869
>In through the window.
Like >>21730887 said, there's no way Terapin didn't rig the engine somehow with traps. We have to get in and pull the e-brakes.

>>21730927
>e-breaks

The rape train has no breaks.

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>>21730887
>>21730927

You tuck and roll as you hit the last car on the line, thunder across the top, and snag the grill in the front with a coil on the move. In one motion, you release the coil, grab it along the length, and leap from the train, lance leading.

The train enters a tunnel as you enter the cabin in an explosion of noise and (insufficiently) reinforced glass. You slam boots-first into the driver and skewer him, turning to regard the rest of the car.

Sure enough, three mavericks were waiting by the door, weapons raised. You send them scattering for what little cover they can find as you shove the driver off your blade. Despite the barrage, one of them runs for you, snapping a saber out as he goes.

You meet his charge with your own, smashing his thrust aside with your lance. He's more experienced than your average mook, though--quickly twisting away and coming back with another cut. You grab his wrist and slam him in the forehead with your pommel before quickly gunning him down.

Unfortunately, his friends used the interim to follow him into melee. One seems to be using a saber and buster, just like you, while the other's adopted an aggressive two-handed grip and comes in swinging.

>Tactics?

>through the window
like a boss

>>21731176
Speed is key.

Lightning kick the one coming at us into the far wall to get us some breathing room and then charge the other one using the distortion field on our spear to fuck with any buster shots he uses and impale him.

>>21731176
We use their fallen buddy as a bludgeon for a quick distraction, then go for more misericorde action.

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>>21731176
Close the gap on the buster baddy before his charging friend closes the gap on us. Pepper the buster with shots before engaging him, and use him to keep a buffer between us and his zweihander-swinging friend. If necessary, throw one into the other.

>>21731276
The misericorde is meant to finish a downed enemy, not as an actual dueling implement. Besides, we need at least a hand open for one of our busters to maintain range.

>>21730869
Jump back and fire tension coils, in these close quarters, they should both get tangled in them.
keep your lance ready to block any busters shots.

if both are sufficiently entangled, twist the coils to dice them up, other wise dispatch them normaly

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>>21731252
>>21731276
>>21731309
>>21731338
You surge across the room in an eyeblink, planting your foot on the twohander's chest and sending him to the back of the car with a blast of thrust. The force sends you back, trailing another coil as you fly. You lash it back and forth unpredictably, warding off the other, who backs off and fires. Your lance sees to that, fizzling his shots as you snag the body from the ground and sling it at him, catching him in the middle and giving you time to move in for the kill--

Only to be forced to turn and deal with his buddy charging again, only just deflecting another aggressive charge. The shooter takes advantage of your distraction to put a three round burst into your side. With a grunt of annoyance, you lift the body off him and then slam it back down, winding the coil around his friend's arm as you do. You tug, pulling him off balance and onto your sword. The other tries to shoot again, but not fast enough as you throw the second body into him and then detach the coil, putting him down with a final lance thrust.

You turn to the front of the train just in time for your cheek to meet Terapin's fist, sending you tumbling backwards until you slam into the far wall. He shoots you one last callous glare before punching something into the controls, right before he destroys them with his fist. As you haul yourself back to his feet, he blinks out.

"Anode?" Crankshaft calls.

You rub your jaw. "Egh, I'm here. Train's clear, but--"

"Get outside. All those explosives I mentioned? They just went live."

>>21731720
Well shit. Are we sure this train isn't about to careen into something important and civilian before it goes boom? Because we really need to be sure of that.

>>21731774
There's supplies, 'loids and troops on this train. Apparently, Terapin has no issue scuttling the whole thing, Maverick infrastructure be damned. Why, though? Are the Hunters really that big a priority or possess so much of the Mavericks' onus that they'd sooner destroy their own supplies before letting the Hunters secure them? They're nuts.

>>21731900
I'm worried about the fact that he destroyed the controls. Blowing the train is one thing, but I'm worried about why he'd put it at full speed and arm it, then make sure there was no way to stop it or slow it down.

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>>21731720
So much for not damaging the rail line. "You did say this line's been cleared, right?"

"Right. At least that's not a worry, but I don't know how long that fuse is."

You haul yourself back out of the front window, leaving four dead mavericks behind you. You're going at breakneck speed, here. Sturdy as you are, you're not looking forward to jumping off this thing.

You keep your head down as you enter yet another tunnel, trying to think of a safe way out. The light at the end rushes toward you--hopefully only literally--and you find that the train has pulled up almost alongside the road as you clear it.

At this speed you've gotten some distance on the trucks, but they're close enough to see the lead element--that massive landcruiser thing. And, faintly, you can see a green blur bobbing across the surface.

A shadow passes overhead. "Picked up a little something for you," Crankshaft says, his bird maybe twenty feet overhead. "Get up to the front."

You don't need telling twice--moving to the extreme edge just as you start to hear and feel the explosions rocking the entire train.

Cranky's transport is smoking heavily from a clipped wing, but he's low enough now to avoid further AA. And beneath the belly of the bird is a ride chaser.

That magnificent bastard.

He slowly comes down lower, angling precariously as you feel heat rising from the buckling train hull. Finally, you reach it, climbing on as the clamps disengage.

The train speeds ahead of you as the chaser fires up, finally going up in an enormous conflagration up ahead. The damage looks enormous. You can feel it from here as you veer to the right and move back towards the convoy.

Just in time to see Terapin seize Em by the throat midleap.

>>21731949
All the more insurance to make sure the train doesn't fall into Hunter hands, I suppose. The explosives were likely insurance in the event the train was compromised. Either way, we're dealing with a runaway train and a giant bomb that are both one and the same. Supplies are nothing if it means the Mavs get to take the Hunters (and any innocents) with them.

Either way, I think Terapin realizes it's a wash and is going to bail.

>>21731985
Somehow I figured Em was going to catch the worst of this when we found out Terapin could teleport back and forth as needed. Get on the chaser, get righted, and clip that son of a bitch in the wrist with the laser as soon as we get a chance.

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>>21731985
Em struggles and kicks as Terapin's fist closes around his neck. Terapin leans in, almost eye-to-eye with him--close enough to hear over your comms.

"Codenames Double-A and Little Man. I'm almost flattered."

He slams Em to the floor, sending his saber clattering aside, and then hauls him back up again.

"Almost."

You steer over as fast as you can, weaving around debris from the train still raining down across the line. You fire snap shots at him, but he just turns his back, letting them deflect harmlessly from his shell. Terapin continues as if you weren't even there.

"Unfortunately, we knew you were coming. You're not the only o--"

Whatever he was about to say is replaced by a grunt of annoyance as Em snaps the beam knife off his chestplate and sinks it into the maverick's wrist. In response, he fires a laser mounted on it, point blank, right up into Emerald's chin. He flies backwards, helmet blasted off as he's thrown from the convoy and tumbles backwards, bouncing out of sight.

Terapin turns and regards you coldly as you slam into the side of the supercarrier, snapping your lance alight.

>Go.

>>21732170
Well this is bad.

How are we on Capacitor Charge and ammo for our various stuff?

>>21732170
>Em's Maverick code-name was Little Man
Tell someone over the coms to pick Em up, as little frothing at the mouth as we can manage. After we turn this asshole into soup and see if Em lived, we're never going to be done mocking him about that.
On another note, this son of a bitch is armored all over the place, and as strong as he looks. We need to be careful about getting in close, but our Lance is probably going to be the only reliable damage dealer we have... except, we can dial that laser up for a more powerful shot, right? I wonder how that'd work.

>>21732194
This is good to know. Still, I'm of the opinion that we need to somehow surf him off the convoy into the dirt.

>>21732211
Terapin's a Grappler-equivalent, meaning if there's any one thing he's good at, it's single combat. We need to be extra tricky against a tortoise that can manhandle us like a, well, a battery.

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>>21732170
shoryuken?

but seriously, keep our distance and fight defensively, but keep him off of Em. Use our Blackouts to make a deadzone if he tries to rush us down. We still dont have much of an idea on how he fights, so take some time to gather information

>>21732245
...Shoot him in the eyes, maybe? I'm trying to think of where exactly one would attack a giant metal turtle, but honestly the dude's a giant stack of armor and missiles. I fully support knocking him off of the convoy, though, and if we do I like the idea of tethering him to the back with a tension coil and dragging the punk in circles until our hands cramp.

>>21732170
>"Unfortunately, we knew you were coming. You're not the only o--"

God dammit, we have ANOTHER mav infiltrator.

>>21732310
All we need is some tar and feathers.

We must avenge our comrade!

UNLEASH THE FUCKING FURY

>>21732170

oh god please tell me we're not going to have to fight Omega ever, please

>>21732345
Or Terapin figured out he was a target and decided to prepare for the inevitable occasion that a bunch of Hunters would come for them. Either they actually scuttled their supplies, or the whole thing was one oversized trap.

>>21732170
>"Unfortunately, we knew you were coming. You're not the only o--"
... yeah, okay, now I'm really worried; I am mentally filling that in with "--ne who can call in reinforcements."

And this guy... is pretty damn close to being an anti-Anode weapon, isn't he. Is there any way we can use the immediate environment to our advantage?

>>21732310
Like this, possibly? Tether one end to TT, the other end to something not-TT. Another convoy vehicle. A more fragile one.

>>21732384
I wouldn't say he's anti-Anode. He's just exceptionally beefy. He's still grounded metal like anything else.

>>21732310
Lockon Hunter, full powered to somewhere that looks vulnerable might get us somewhere. We find a weak point that's conductive we might be able to give him a shock.

A full force Raikousen with a couched lance might fuck even him up.

>>21732360
No promises.

Cannon Ball is getting used at least once, though.

Also, brief unexpected break while I wash the tomato sauce off my fucking legs.

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>>21732403
Or, if we have enough charge, eventually pull a point-blank Shinkuu Hadouken and wipe him out like we wiped Guns Wallaby out.

>>21732384
>>21732345
I was filling that in with something about being organized, i.e. some kind of Maverick Command that's keeping tabs on hunters and giving forewarning of our movements. Codenames for us and Em kinda back that up, and maybe these supplies were heading for some kind of central base.

>>21732435
we had to hook ourselves up to a reactor so powerful that it melted our own insides to do that.

The landship might have similar enough juice, but there's no way for us to tap into it from where we are.

>>21732440
Ever since Sigma, when are the Mavs NOT at least mildly organized?

>>21732440
If there were a Maverick Command, it wouldn't be sitting on easily-traceable railroad lines. The supplies would have to be offloaded somewhere and shipped by other means to their HQ.

sage for double post

>>21732194
You've fired a few shots of everything, but you have a decent supply. Still, it goes quick if you spam it.
Capacitor charge is middling, call it 40%.

>Double-A
OH. I get it now.

We kill him HARD for shitty puns.

>>21732774
Okay, we got enough to work with. If there's anything a slow-and-steady tortoise has, it's a strong base. We need to do something about that. We're still below him, so see if we can't launch a Tension Coil around one of his legs and, if not pull him off-balance, at least pull ourselves up on top of the land battleship.
To fight a big guy, we're gonna need some big charge. This battleship has to have something we can use.

>>21732792
You just NOW got it?

>>21732810
People nursing hangovers generally aren't all that sharp till their heads clear.

>>21732774
Excellent.

I don't think Blackout Rockets will do that much to him with his armor and it'll set up chaff fields that might inconvenience us something fierce.

But Lockon Hunter ought to be able to get some damage in if we use high powered shots.

I'd like more charge, and if we can find anything in the area to absorb that'd be all the better. Tension Coils might be able to trip him up, but be sure not to get into a situation where we're matching our strength against his, we'd lose.

Charges with the Lance and then slamming electricity through the hole we make could seriously damage him, might be our best shot of getting a major wound in.

When in melee try to keep to the side of him that has the arm that had a dagger stabbed into its wrist. He might be a bit bit slower, have a weaker grip on that side.

>>21732843
>Blackout Rockets
Plus we're moving at high speed in the open air atop a land battleship. Those clouds of chaff will get blown away and lost in the prairie winds, so our rockets likely won't work this fight.