Message #289897

[Flipz]

-==IC: J==-
Out of nowhere, J leaps onto the back of the next mech Lloyd fights, spraying powdered creamer all over the pilot and setting it ablaze.  "Looks like you could use my help," she says, as the pilot screams in agony.  J climbs atop Lloyd's mech and readies her improvised powdered-creamer-napalm-flamethrower for the next attack.

-==IC: Bailey==-
"What??"  Her breath caught in her chest.  There was a glimmer--no, it wasn't possible.  If he wasn't dead, then there was only one possibility.  "He's been...taken.  They'll torture him, try to get information and then--"  she stoped.  She couldn't bring herself to say it.  "I know.  It's how they operate."  How I used to operate.  The thought made her sick.  "We're...we're too late."  Her heart sank.  Then, however, her battle resolve kicked in.  "Come on.  We can still help the others."  And Brianna, she thought.  If those Recon dirtbags lay a finger on her...no, they can't have found the safehouse yet.  But if the Rebels fall, it's only a matter of time...  "Come ON," she repeated.  "Let's MOVE!"

-==IC: ??==-
A man sat in the cockpit of a mech.  A technician looked at him worriedly.  "Are you sure you want to go out there, General?  This thing isn't intended for combat."
The man nods grimly.  "I'm sure.  They need my help.  And at long last, I am able to provide it."  The man sealed the cockpit, ran through the checklist...and Launched.

He was on his way.