Scene #7557: Olympus

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DIOMEDES	SPACE, THE FINAL FRONTIER The Olympus needs to be shielded from a possible attack while it uncloaks and FTLs out of the way. Janine Liberi pitched using another station as a shield, with the group finding an empty one using a Braked skeleton crew, and then creating a net to keep it from, well, crashing into the Olympus anyways and remaining in place. The shuttle the group uses has space suits for everyone who needs them. DIOMEDES will be part of the crew boarding the station and taking over ship controls. The Argonauts are remaining on the Olympus for the jump. The Thesean Station has been patched up many times over the years. It's completely round, an orb in space, and of the perfect size to use as deterrence. The boarding doors are closed. There's maintenance ports that can be jammed open - DIOMEDES is willing to use his spear to jam them open. The controls should be at the bridge, which in this model is in the center. What's your planning phase? There's two prongs: creating and setting up the net in space with debris (or other stuff, depending), and boarding the station. Who's going where?
Candy	Candy is going to try and board that station. He slips into one of the space suits and boards the shuttle with DIOMEDES, finger-gunning towards one of the maintenance hatches. He stands from the seat, getting on all fours, and... vanishes. A short-range teleport gets him into the hatch. From there, he's going to make a bit of a spectacle... "Come." Candy shifts the lollipop to the other side of his mouth, with an annoyed frown. One hand beckons towards him, one loop of his suspenders falling down his arm. The other hand is holding an early-model pump action shotgun, index finger resting on the outside of the trigger guard as he leans it against his shoulder. "You're Braked, not stupid, ah? You know what this is." There's a nod of his head towards his allies. Wooden stock, slightly bulky metal frame; looks fresh off the production floor--though this is not the case. Smoke and fire, not human hands, brought this weapon into the world, and only moments ago at that. Candy rolls his eyes in annoyance, when his beckoning isn't immediately picked up on. "Come, come, come, come, come!" He calls, shifting the weapon so that the forestock falls into his palm after another flurry of beckoning motions. "Any Braked son of a bitch that wants to live through this had better get their ass over here, -now!- Weapons on the ground, right here!" He stamps a well-traveled work boot into the ground, his dark hair bouncing with the vigor of his gesturing. Candy grins, as a thought comes to him. "You come with me, you get a lot fairer than the piggies on that planet give you. You're lucky, maybe you wake up, ah?" He clicks his tongue and winks cheekishly. "Come!" His eyes aren't quite the right color, are they? These guys are Braked. And they're a skeleton crew in charge of a station nominally under the command of the Gaians down below. As much as Candy wants them all to wake up, and as much as he wants to treat them all with dignity, he can't ignore that they're essentially forced into this. Forced into fighting back. The real Candy crept onto the station with everyone else--only he was almost obsessive in how he chose to cover his tracks. That's keeping his profile pressed against walls and blind corners. That's stepping gingerly, keeping low, meticulously shifting his weight around to muffle his footsteps. It's searching for maintenance tunnels and hatches he can squeeze his slender, short frame into--and it's seeking out the perfect place to observe unseen. If he needs it, he even has a new trick up his sleeve--invisibility, learned from observing Priscilla's own. What's gonna happen?
Karlan Nobles	SilverAsh: "You're aware that our skills are better suited towards boarding and securing the area." Pramanix: "That's right." SilverAsh: "And that we have no guarantee that the goddess' powers may not work out in space." Pramanix: "Mhm." SilverAsh: "... So why-" Pramanix: "When else are we going to be able to do this?!" Floating around in space should be a terrifying prospect for the siblings that, up until recently, didn't even know that travel into space was possible or even a regular occurrence for some people. There's certainly a level of anxiety in both of the snow leopards' voices as they speak through the radio, but the younger sibling sounds far more excited about the whole thing as she keeps one hand on the cable keeping her and her suit tethered safely while the elder floats nearby, looking ready to grab her at a moment's notice. It takes a bit for Pramanix to get over her initial excitement of just floating right out there, but once she does, she's ready to get to work. While SilverAsh keeps watch of flying debris with one hand hovering near Pramanix's cable, Pramanix does what she does best: Ringing a bell in inappropriate places to call upon winds that shouldn't be possible while piling ice together to get them started on creating the debris net with brute force.
Janine Liberi	Janine drifts in space, clad in a suit that she slid on with surprising grace, manoeuvring that arm she keeps in a sling like it didn't need it. Any surprise on behalf of the Unbraked or her allies she does not answer. She answers Pramanix and SilverAsh over the radio. "You get used to it. If you spin out, call. I'll get you." She herself is untethered, her form pushed and pulled with gusts of phantom wind, her Persona ever on-call thanks to the slight reflection in her helmet's visor. Beforehand, she had asked the Unbraked to assemble any empty containers or sizeable litter that would normally get sent back planetside into the airlock and jettison it. As the junk drifts into the void, she floats over to it and intones quietly. "Come forth Catherine." The shackled Persona arises from behind Janine, and with a gust of wind from nothing, sends the debris scattering. The Italian pursues, and golden thread begins spooling from the Persona's shackles. It lashes out, entangling the junk and Pramanix's created ice to start weaving a giant net. Janine clings to a thread and concentrates. She's never made something this big or intricate before.
Hibiki Tachibana	After meeting so many robots that she really likes, and her brief bit with DAEDALUS when it comes to Braked and Unbraked, the thing that stands out in Hibiki's mind as it's time to do this...is that she /really/ hopes they don't try firing on the station anyway after they get their makeshift shield in place. But it won't be surprising at all for them to sacrifice a very small number of Braked for a chance to get at the Argonauts. It's a small and very vain hope. But if they do... Well, that's what everyone working on the outside is accounting for. And if the boarding party can get everything under control inside, none of the crew should have to end up being destroyed either. That's a much more realistic hope. She's also going to be working outside the station, foregoing a spacesuit for just her Symphogear - despite being very much not vacuum-sealed and nothing in the way of oxygen tanks or the like, the invisible Barrier Coating it generates around her is enough to allow for breathing and even speaking without many problems. And thanks to its skirt thrusters, she's more than able to maneuver herself around in zero-g. "Yeah, it'll be fine," she also shoots back towards the SilverAsh siblings. "If you do go floating off, it'll be pretty slow anyway." For her part, she's sticking to her strengths, one of which is her literal strength. While Pramanix summons up wind and Janine threads things together, Hibiki takes it on herself to move the biggest and most obnoxiously large pieces of detritus she can find into position by bracing up against them and boost-shoving really hard. Getting them in a position for the others to do something a little more refined with is a good start, and she can also make sure nothing ends up flying astray.
Maricel Thorne	Maricel, unable to decide whether her labcoat should go on inside or outside her spacesuit, has begrudgingly decided on "both". One extra-large labcoat flutters around her in space, flowing in zero-gravity as if underwater; the other uncomfortably pokes its collar up above the neck of her helmet, visible through the translucent faceplate. She looks Distinctly Grumpy about the fashion necessities here. A neon-staticky crackle-pop gets her in alongside Candy, but she has the good sense to not follow too close- she can't match his stealthy capabilities. Instead she pulls off her helmet and taps her temple hard with the heel of her hand, popping her eyeball out as if it were fake- though it really definitely isn't- and catching it in the other palm. A series of glinting, too-quick-to-follow surgical modifications turn its optic nerve into little prehensile skittering tendrils- and then she throws it into the closest local equivalent to 'an air vent', skittering off towards the center of the sphere. What can her wandering eye spy? Are there any obvious hazards or defense systems at the bridge for them to be aware of? She shoots Candy a grin, briefly showing off the empty socket- and then another eyeball rolls in from deeper inside her skull to replace it, like a gumball machine. "The kids love that one, you know?"
DIOMEDES	IN THE STATION: After Candy teleports in, DIOMEDES prepares to open the hatch when everyone's ready. He goes out, waving a shotgun and threatening security robots. There's not a lot of them right here - they probably have orders to guard the bridge - but a few do come out. They're carrying laser rifles, and begin firing on the illusion without even noticing it's fake. This allows Candy the time he needs to get by, and get through access tunnels. If Maricel needs the cover, DIOMEDES is willing to destroy these himself. They're small-fry to him. Into a long hallway. Bridge appears to be locked down, currently, but there must be another way there. A single orb-shaped robot rolls around the floor, endlessly cleaning it despite the fact it's immaculate. If Candy's footsteps drag in dirt, it immediately rolls towards him, not noticing him but noticing the dirt to clean it up. The eye-spy is small enough both to get past the locked down bridge through vents Candy can't fit into, and hopefully help him teleport further forwards if they coordinate. It's reinforced - hijackers love bridges. Several laser-gun wielding machines, and one big one, likely the 'security chief' Braked. It's not on the level of any of the Argonauts intelligence-wise, otherwise it'd be doing something, but it's a four-legged chain-gun wielding missile-podded mechanical monster. Yep. This is how you defend a space station in this world. IN THE VOID: Janine and Pramanix are uniquely suited to creating supernatural winds that can move debris. Hibiki's strength allows her to push the larger pieces into place. SilverAsh's dashing good looks allow him to reinforce Pramanix. The problem comes from the station, actually. Specifically, the security drones that are in patrol. They missed the group heading into maintenance. But they're noticing the debris field, and are going to check it out. The group will either want to STEALTH, or to FIGHT. Using the net as a stealth shield is fine, but may be difficult for some. Fighting may endanger the debris field. The choice is yours.
Candy	>The kids love that one, you know? "Oh, yes yes, Doctor. I had a neighbor that could do that, but his didn't walk around." 5tInside the tunnel, Candy shrugs. He'd sigh, but it'd give him away--though his face conveys 'seems about right' where his vocalizations cannot. At least Janine and MEDEA might be able to take care of that in the long run, and at least the diversion still got some useful info. Shot over and over with lasers, the fake Candy ripples like disturbed water until he's so distorted that he fades away completely. It's like watching sunlight diffract on the surface of a lake. So that's what a laser is. Ah--shit, what the FUC--...just the Doctor's eye. Hah. Must be going to the bridge. He grins, making room for it by pressing himself against one of the walls of the cramped corridor. Gives me an idea... <Tac-Watch> [4] Candy whispering, "Ey, Doctor. I'm gonna give you a card. You put it wherever looks nice, ah? Just look near the vent." The Seven of Spades is slipped through the nearest vent, such that the corner of the card, and the elegant red paisley print on the back, are visible if one looks closely enough. Of course, that cleaning drone might make things difficult. Just so that it doesn't snatch the card up, Candy awkwardly wiggles his way out of the space suit, silently mouthing swear words, until he can flick dirt from the soles of his boots in an effort to distract the drone, drawing it to the next vent over. There's a classic 'box, stick and rope' trap waiting for it. He'll be back for that. In the meantime, it's just a matter of waiting for Maricel to put that card someplace interesting--and when she gives the signal, he'll drop right in, under cover of invisibility, keeping low and quiet until he can get a read on where he's jumped to.
Karlan Nobles	Pramanix: "Of course, Janine! It feels so strange doing this out here." SilverAsh: "It's a new sensation, but it's not a terrible one. It's appreciated, Lady Liberi. I'd be more concerned about Lady Tachibana's lack of suit. The technology of her world truly is a marvel..." As the debris net is put together through the trio's efforts (and one's moral support), the reality of building the whole thing quickly dawns on Pramanix: Building a giant space net kinda sucks. Thankfully, there's a distraction in the form of the security patrol coming their way, although her excitement is subdued once again as SilverAsh starts drifting in their direction. SilverAsh: "We'll handle this, sister. Focus on holding it all together." Pramanix: "Are you expecting me to stay here while you have all the fun?" SilverAsh: "You did insist on coming out here, after all. Don't worry. Between myself, Lady Liberi, and Lady Tachibana? We shall be finished in moments." Even through her spacesuit, Pramanix is visibly pouting as she's relegated to continued-building duty while SilverAsh advances on those security drones. He's still unused to moving around effectively in space, but he seems to have a knack for rotating fairly quickly. Taking advantage of that, he drifts towards the drones from his initial kickoff, pretending to be a still chunk of debris or corpse himself. Once he's in range (and upside down relative to the drones), he snaps his sword out of the sheath for a pinpoint slash right at center mass, then one more for good measure even if it does break the illusion of the faux-quick draw slash.
Janine Liberi	Janine surveys the net as it forms. She's not an expert on ropes and knots and hunting and all that sort of thing. But this thread is borne of her own will, and so that gives her some intuition as to how it'll fare. "Not enough. We need more anchor points," she grouses. Looking askance, she considers the Olympus Station itself. But the risk of the capture yanking it out of orbit is too great. "We need more debris. But where..." Drones begin to spill from Thesean Station, and Janine's eyes light up. "This is perfect." she says over the radio. "If we trash them, that's more debris for us to use. Let's get 'em." She dashes away from her net, drifting forward and 'upwards' (in relation to the approaching drones), and then sharply coming back 'down', turning on a dime that should be impossible in space. Once behind the drones, she sends a blast of wind at their backs. As space drones, they hopefully don't have the means to cope with turbulence, which is purely an atmospheric phenomena. Hopefully something the others can take advantage of. "Get 'em! But leave them as whole as possible!"
Maricel Thorne	Maricel, inveterate monster-battler that she is, has a keen intuition for matchups and type advantage- and the eye-spy gives her time to prepare. It only takes her a few moments to whip up something adequate, disgorging miscellaneous meat from a portal and sculpting it like a surgical Michelangelo: a chitinous, clattering, alligator-sized centipede thing with ceramic-like scutes, dangerous metallic pincer-jaws, and electrical organs down its side that turn those opposing sets of fangs into crackling arcs. Candy's card is clenched between her teeth as she works. When the last staple is stapled and the last suture tied, and her awful living contraption hisses and roars to life, she places a hand on it and dematerializes them both in a now-familiar staticky crackle-pop. They rematerialize in the middle of the bridge, to immediate total havoc. Maricel's electropede instantly lunges for the lesser laser-wielding robots, its carapace absorbing heat away from its organs; it pulls one into a deathroll, whipping its head back and forth to dig the fangs in further, spewing lightning everywhere and violently steamrolling over the others. Candy's card is pinched between two fingers. She pulls it back for the throw with surgical dexterity, closing one eye to aim at the giant miniboss-robot in the split second she has before it opens fire. He said "wherever looks nice", didn't he? The robot's neck-joint... if she can nail that, then surely whatever Candy's planning... No. The card makes it about five feet before fluttering to the ground. Card-throwing is hard! "Candy! Now would be wonnnderful!"
Hibiki Tachibana	Things are going pretty well, until they run into a hitch. Somehow, security patroling the /outside/ of the station is something that never occurred to her mind as possible. Shoving a particularly large piece of scrap metal into something resembling proper position, she uses it as momentary cover to observe the drones incoming. The question comes up on what to do, and she narrows her eyes a bit. "...If we just hide from them, they might be a problem later." Even if they leave now, they could be back as they keep expanding the field--and Janine has a good point about being able to use them as some extra material. Should she feel bad about being perfectly willing to scrap drones but not Braked? It's a thought for a moment. But one's made with the capacity to think, and the other is the equivalent of feeling bad about smashing a gun. Or a toaster. "...Alright. We'll make it faster than 'moments'!" Once the decision is made, she ignores her first instinct to use some debris as a launching point because that'd be counterintuitive with her kind of strength, and instead dives out and ignites her thrusters to charge in the old fashioned way. Nothing complicated behind it, she's right with SilverAsh and Janine in closing on their ranks as quickly as possible. Respecting the latter's request to leave them whole, she dives past them instead of into one, and then ejects her leg jacks behind her and slams them back into place to create a heavy shockwave in front of her that halts her momentum - and lets her spin back and send a roundhouse kick towards one's body. From there, she starts throwing heavy blows towards their center, intending to crumple their chassis' inwards and inflict as much internal damage as possible.
DIOMEDES	IN THE STATION Once DIOMEDES is done with the laser bots, he prepares his own teleporter to join Candy and Maricel. Candy manages to lure the cleaning drone into a vent, where it gets captured. It rolls endlessly inside the box, trying to clean it up. It fails. It's not meant to suck up objects, just dirt. Maricel teleports herself and her monstrous beast onto the bridge. The electropede begins tearing apart the laser robots. Lasers begin firing rapidly, accurately, but solely at the monster - Maricel isn't on their radar for 'lack' of threat. But as she throws the card, the miniboss Braked turns towards her, takes that minigun, and starts firing rapidly. Candy's going to need to be quick if he doesn't want Maricel or his invisible self to end up swiss cheese, as he teleports right into it! IN THE VOID As soon as the group moves to attack, creating winds to create turbulence and thrusting forward for punches and sword slashes, particle beams are fired back at then, trying to put a hole through their suits. Bad to be hit by. Despite this, the drones are quickly turned into debris, but one sets off a high-pitch whirr. Mama Drone comes out. It's bigger, badder, and is apparently the 'big defense drone'. It starts firing beams at them immediately, several blasting bits into the debris field unless that's taken care of. It'll probably go down relatively quick too, but there's still the matter of actually getting it down before it gets you down!
Karlan Nobles	With the drones dispatched of cleanly enough, Pramanix breathes a sigh of relief before looking sideways at the whirring noise. "What is... Ah! Hostile over at... At...!" Everyone's in different orientations and facing different directions. "Other way from where I am!" It'll have to do, and Pramanix punctuates that by intensifying the ringing of her bell, drawing up more ice and even sending some chunks of it towards the Mama Drone to make sure its location is clear enough. As it starts firing on the group and the debris field, however, she switches gears to focusing her winds on keeping the net together. That leaves SilverAsh with actually going after the thing. Taking it down safely is another issue entirely, though, and he doesn't quite have the same ways of boosting himself around like Hibiki with her boosters or Janine with her winds. What he does have, however, is /not/ having the same level of strength as Hibiki. That makes it safe enough for him to actually grab some of the drone debris to kick off of, punting it towards the debris field and himself towards the Mama Drone at a relatively high speed! Unlike before, though, he doesn't go for any fancy/stupid iai draw slashes. Instead, he just kind of torpedoes himself at the thing to present the smallest target he can, even spinning himself around to make himself harder to hit on the way. "This is a more suitable opponent... But it's still not enough for our might. Strike it down while I handle the beams!" As promised, SilverAsh isn't aiming for center mass. Instead, he's focused on where the beams are coming out of to stab his weapon right into them, doing so under the assumption that it's safer than letting Hibiki or Janine stick their hands in there. Of course, moving into such close range of the machine means getting shot quite a bit, but it should be fine as long he just takes them head on, right? Right. He'll just have to hope he does't go flying off in the wrong direction by the time it's all said and done.
Hibiki Tachibana	In melee range, at least, particle beams aren't the worst thing in the world. It's just a matter of seeing that they're trying to aim at you and maneuvering away from it so they don't get the chance. Not as easy when it comes to really skilled fighters, but for your everyday defense drones, Hibiki is mostly able to vernier and spin herself out of the way and retaliate before they catch up, using machines as cover from other machines. "...Wait, huh?" After all of them seem to be dispatched and it's over, the odd beeping and then Pramanix' call gets Hibiki to pause in the middle of prying her fist out of a drone's frame and look back towards the station. Oh. One advantage of using her Symphogear instead of a spacesuit is she has plenty of built-in durability. That means it's not the end of the world if she gets blasted in the face and gets thrown backwards, spiralling out of control until another thruster burst helps stop her and send her back forward. Not much worse for wear other than some noticeable singing, and shouting back to SilverAsh. "Counting on you! Leave that to us!" The shower of attacks don't stop her from going right in, despite already having eaten one - she rolls and dives between them, and when she's about to take another, she brings both her arms up and lets the armor take the brunt of it, scattering it around her. It burns and stings, but it also holds until she gets close enough to angle downwards and boost underneath it. "Hah!" Hibiki rises back up from straight underneath it, yanking back the piston as she winds up for a punch and throws it in the form of an uppercut. It'll slam into the drone from below packing enough power to try and jam deep inside the metal, followed by the machinery smashing back into place and venting the force created upwards as a shockwave that'll rip through it and out the opposite end. It'll leave one hell of a hole, but they should still be able to use most of it!
Janine Liberi	"Nice, nice!" Janine shouts to SilverAsh and Hibiki, using wind to nudge the destroyed drones over to the debris cloud for later incorporation. Pramanix's shout of alarm has her turn around and twisting to just barely avoid getting her suit torn by a beam. "Jesus! Big boy is here!" She moves, drifting away from the others to force it to split up its firing solutions. Wind won't do much against it's bulk, and Janine didn't bring her sword out. What to do... she watches as SilverAsh goes in and starts cutting it up, and an idea strikes her. "SilverAsh! Hold still a second!" Catherine erupts in a shower of golden sparks and sends a threat to loop around the Karlan's waist. Janine grabs her Persona as it lets the thread wind upon her cuffs, pulling the two close to him. Now within range of the cuts he's made, Catherine sends those threads into the drone's internals, making them loop around every wire and component they find and start yanking and thrashing in every direction. Pulling out plugs, shredding vital machinery, and tearing the thing apart from within.
Candy	Now would be wonderful, wouldn't it? At first, nothing happens. Then there's a thunderous bang. A muzzle flash. Light distorts around Candy, revealing him (and his early-model pump action) like a sheet pulled from a sculpture. His boot stands firmly on the Four of Spades as the first casing hits the floor. Click-click. Boom. Again, and again, and again. Candy is all over the room, blinking from spot to spot, never staying still even when he has to slip new slugs into the breach. "I hope your friend's as tough as he looks!" Cries Candy, blinking behind the electropede to slip one last slug in--a bright orange one which reads along the casing: CANDY SPECIAL It isn't a 'slug.' It just is shaped like one. When the pops out behind the electropede for his grand finale, Candy's shotgun belches a spectacular cone of blazing red fire at the Big Guy.
Maricel Thorne	"He's fiiiine," Maricel shouts back, wreathing both of her hands in neon-staticky energy and making twin claw-like gestures at the giant robot's minigun and missile launcher. Both weapon systems are limned in a similar chartreuse outline, buffeted and wrenched by unseen forces as Doc Thorne twists her hands as if gripping something invisible. No matter how the robot strains to aim at her and Candy, her telekinetic forces will shove its weapons just off-course; hitting them is like trying to force two same-pole magnets to touch. That's just the first course, though. With a grimace of exertion, Maricel pulls her hands apart, trying to wrench the minigun off to the left and the heat-softened missile launcher off to the right- ripping them, in other words, clean off the robot like breaking the claws off a cooked crab. "Verrrry sorry about this. I promise, it hurts me more than it hurts you!" The centipede-monster does, in fact, seem to be approximately 'fine'- it's rapidly accruing gruesome injuries, but is built with a dulled sense of pain and redundant biology to casually withstand them. After incapacitating the last of the laser-robots (via grabbing, electrocuting, and shaking like a chew toy), it seems quite content to let itself be used as mobile cover.
DIOMEDES	IN THE VOID: Silverash's sword skill is exceptional and enough to damage the robot, with Hibiki's fists following up. Janine's assistance with the cuts allows her to rip apart the machinery. In the end...they have the last piece of debris they need for their belt. It's perfect. IN THE STATION: DIOMEDES teleports in after Candy, as the laser bots are down. The electropede is used as cover, protecting Maricel. The mixture of disabling the weapons completely and the flame blast blow a hole in the Braked's torso. DIOMEDES, cautiously, does not move for a fatal attack. His spear swipes for the legs, paralyzing it as it falls over. It's not dead. It can be repaired by DAEDALUS, should they spare it. The fate of this machine belongs to Candy and his leader. A show of good will, that he won't just execute blindly anymore.
Janine Liberi	Eventually, the drone goes silent. "Perfect. The last piece we need." It too is sent drifting off towards the net, with Janine flying fast to overtake and catch it. With it, plus the smaller drones, she has enough anchor points to create a whole net. "All right. I might need some support when the time comes. Some people to push against it, others to help me pull if possible. But this should be sturdy enough to not break on impact. Thanks for the assist." She thumbs-up Pramanix, SilverAsh and Hibiki.
Maricel Thorne	The centipede-creature finally collapses at about the same time as DIOMEDES takes out the super-robot. Maricel seems basically unconcerned: she walks over and kicks its head casually, which pops open like the trunk of a car. Reaching inside, she pulls out its brain in a protective crystalline case with a sort of slurrrrrrk noise. "Good job, Ernie," she says to the disembodied gray matter. "Let's pack it in." The robot... well, she seems to think the answer is obvious. DIOMEDES gets a warm, grateful smile; Candy gets a lift of her eyebrows and a roll of her shoulders. "And marrrrvelous work by the both of you, as well. If neither of you are capable of carrying him, I might find space." A neon-staticky portal yawns open next to her; a trio of thick skinless grasping tentacles loll out. The air around it is hot and humid enough to form condensation on the nearby control panels. Maricel, meanwhile, appears casually indifferent. This is probably non-ideal storage.
Hibiki Tachibana	Operation: DESTROY ROBOT is a resounding success, with /most/ of the damage blasting it internally and leaving them a big hunk of scrap metal to use. "Phew...got it." With her armor's internal bits hissing back into place, Hibiki floats backwards slowly as the remains of the heavy drone are sent off. Looks like these drones actually helped them more than hurt. "Good job, you guys. That was actually really clever," she says back towards SilverAsh and Janine, returning the thumbs up to the latter. Pushing and pulling things of any size are definitely things she can do, and it's only a short trip back to the field to finish things up. Once things are good inside, it looks like they'll all be set up.
Karlan Nobles	Pramanix: "Pushing? I think I can manage that." SilverAsh: "I suppose that leaves me to pull, then. I imagine Lady Hibiki might be better suited to both of those things, so we'd best not get in her way if that's the case." Pramanix: "Well... We can fine-tune where the pieces go, then!" Eager to stick around in that space suit a little longer, Pramanix hooks that bell back to her waist while returning the thumbs-up to Janine with a beaming grin. SilverAsh, meanwhile, does his usual chuckling under his breath, although he does take a moment to look towards the main station, waiting for the good news.
Candy	Candy considers himself a worldly guy, but he can't help stopping to gawk at a brain being removed just like that. "...I got 'im, Doctor, don't worry." The deck of cards is out. He cuts it--fancy, shooting the cards from one hand to the other with an expert bend of his fingers, stopping halfway... a one-handed shuffle for each half of the deck, and they meet again. He closes his eyes, there's a kind of... shifting in the space around him. Then, he begins dealing. Tires, axels, an undercarriage. A transmission, an engine, spark plugs. A chassis. A flatbed from the early twenty-first century now sits in the room, with a winch affixed near the cab. Candy hooks it up to the downed, large Braked, and with assistance from the motor, hefts the oversized robot into the bed of his newly assembled pickup. Rolling up his sleeves, he closes the latch on the bed, having to shove aside one of those chonky robot arms to do so. Candy wipes his brow, procures a key from his pocket, and hops into the driver's seat. The engine growls to life, and then the whole thing disappears--like someone just deleted it. On the Olympus, in Arrivals, a growling pickup thrown into reverse backs towards the nearest unloading ramp. Candy's grin is reflected in the driver's side mirror, as he hooks an arm out of the rolled-down window.