It was a shit show in the cockpit of the Raubtier as the immediate vicinity was wracked with point blank explosions from Angelus that had decided to directly steal Vulyn’s plan as they collided mid air. Explosions rocked Vulyn around violently in her seat as panels sparked and alarms she couldn’t even remember repairing started to blare all kinds of warning. From the outside, the Mobile Weapon was severely smashed and dented, although the Swiss cheese variant of the Angelus sure looked worse.
“Damnit!” Vulyn screamed out as the smoke in front of the camera cleared to reveal far too many missiles coming towards her, large purple trails following them. The Raubtier quickly, if jerkily transformed back into its humanoid form as it grappled with the corpse of the Wasp, maneuvering it around as she tried to use it as a shield. Timing could have been better however, as the Angelus S blasted a hole through the right leg of the Wildraubtier. The Mobile Weapon was sent into a spiral, Vulyn desperately trying to control it as they flew wildly into the missiles.
The absolute chaos could be considered amusing to any onlookers, as the WildRaubtier and the Angelus spun into the barrage of missiles like a Roman candle , spinning far too fast for its pilots sake. Broadcasted over public channels came the terrified screams of it’s pilot as they seemed to smack missiles out of their way while others tore chunks out of the Angelus. The wreck fell apart after it was eventually dropped after passing through wave of terror, some missile seeming to correct their path as the Raubtier still sailed forward through the air, manually adjusting as they went for the Miles Captain.
It looked pretty bad. The Raubtier was smoking, only one functional leg. As much as she loved her Raubtier, Vulyn didn’t have the maneuverability to take it on head to head. However, she did have enough explosives on board to level an outpost... The brunette pilot armed everything she had on board at once, AG missiles, AA missiles, her payload of bombs, armor breakers and Spider nets. “Eris, Zan-El, if things don’t work out, just... Be good okay?”
With that, Vulyn turned off her comms and spun the Wildraubtier to face the Angelus S, firing all thrusters as she unsheathed their Cold Steel Knife and rushed them, not willing to give any time before setting a five second delay on the bombs, digging the knife into one of their wings and quickly ejecting. It was all a rush. Hell. She couldn’t tell if the knife had even landed as he was shot out of the machine at high speed, the white armored Mobile Weapon seeming to glow as everything inside was ready to fucking take everything with it.
Fuck You Bumblebee
“Damnit!” Vulyn screamed out as the smoke in front of the camera cleared to reveal far too many missiles coming towards her, large purple trails following them. The Raubtier quickly, if jerkily transformed back into its humanoid form as it grappled with the corpse of the Wasp, maneuvering it around as she tried to use it as a shield. Timing could have been better however, as the Angelus S blasted a hole through the right leg of the Wildraubtier. The Mobile Weapon was sent into a spiral, Vulyn desperately trying to control it as they flew wildly into the missiles.
The absolute chaos could be considered amusing to any onlookers, as the WildRaubtier and the Angelus spun into the barrage of missiles like a Roman candle , spinning far too fast for its pilots sake. Broadcasted over public channels came the terrified screams of it’s pilot as they seemed to smack missiles out of their way while others tore chunks out of the Angelus. The wreck fell apart after it was eventually dropped after passing through wave of terror, some missile seeming to correct their path as the Raubtier still sailed forward through the air, manually adjusting as they went for the Miles Captain.
It looked pretty bad. The Raubtier was smoking, only one functional leg. As much as she loved her Raubtier, Vulyn didn’t have the maneuverability to take it on head to head. However, she did have enough explosives on board to level an outpost... The brunette pilot armed everything she had on board at once, AG missiles, AA missiles, her payload of bombs, armor breakers and Spider nets. “Eris, Zan-El, if things don’t work out, just... Be good okay?”
With that, Vulyn turned off her comms and spun the Wildraubtier to face the Angelus S, firing all thrusters as she unsheathed their Cold Steel Knife and rushed them, not willing to give any time before setting a five second delay on the bombs, digging the knife into one of their wings and quickly ejecting. It was all a rush. Hell. She couldn’t tell if the knife had even landed as he was shot out of the machine at high speed, the white armored Mobile Weapon seeming to glow as everything inside was ready to fucking take everything with it.
Fuck You Bumblebee
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