Scene #8564: Ping-and-Response

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Remee Halcyon	What good's a mecha if it sits in the hangar all day? There's only so much you can learn by having technicians poke at it. At a certain point, you need to get some actual data of it in use. And so the Ekanashma emerges from the undisclosed location Remee's been keeping it in (a natural cave system, building rights owned Ordinary Enterprises LLC, with the stated goal of 'revolutionizing the bat guano harvesting industry') and goes to skim out along the mountains and rivers of the area. Remee's at the controls, flying solo. "Okay. So far so good... Monitors are looking good, telemetry's good..." Theoretically, nobody should know she's here. ... Practically, someone motivated enough to follow her metaphorical tracks could narrow down the search area enough to spot her here, especially if they know Remee's methods from working alongside her in the Watch. The Kana dips down a bit, going to weave through some patches of trees, as Remee tries some more tricky maneuvers...
Dysnomia	Dysnomia only had the slightly clue where to look, really. Hibiki knew Remee far better than Dysnomia, but even with her guidance, they had a wide net to comb through. It was like searching through a field of dust for a silver coin. But Dysnomia's eyes were keen in a way that earthbound animals could only dream of. As she flew high above, leaving a smoky trail behind her, the thermal signature of the mech shone through the "Got her," Her voice broadcasted into Hibiki's mind, along with coordinates. "I'm going in." Her wings folded back, and Mia dove down, violet streak marking her descent as she curved through the air, turning from a distant point in the sky to an ever-growing dot, and a pair of wing-like extrusions of silvery-blue dust, attached to... ...Her. Dysnomia's wings opened again, and she dove beneath the trees, settling beside the Kana in motion, dodging effortlessly between the trees. "Remee." Her thoughts touched Remee, now. "Let's talk."
Hibiki Tachibana	At one point, Hibiki would have been coming all this way the intent of simply smashing the Kana exactly as it had first been grabbed. Not quite quickly, but absolutely messily and violently, without any real warning towards the potentially gross amounts of destruction it might cause (in this case, to the machine itself). And to be fair, she still kind of is. Kind of. One of the key changes since then was, of course, her own run-in with Remee, as much as intentionally tracking her down to a Watch safehouse and physically stopping her from going anywhere is a 'run-in'. It ended in a way that left Hibiki unwilling to just do something like beating its location out of her then and there, because it was clear Remee was actually going to give everything some thought. The other was a certain excursion with Touta. Which was a lot of things. Among them, complete reassurance of her overwhelming desire to make sure that /nobody/ is in possession of this thing. Would it be useful for further study, in the context of what they've found? Probably. Almost definitely. But she's never going to be able to rest easy as long as it's functional. Petra, and then Remee--and then the kinds of horrors she only got a glimpse of in the Titanomachia's wake...after that, after the cannon that Remee had used, there's no way she can think of it any other way. It's not something people shoudl be using, for anything. "...And I'm right behind you," Hibiki murmurs back to Dysnomia's mental nudge, even though it's drowned out completely by the sound of wind rushing past her. Already in her Symphogear, using the trees themselves as rapid-fire jumping points to close in herself. She found Remee once before, so it's not a great surprise that she'd be able to figure out her general area again - although it'd have sure taken a lot more time investigating if the mech wasn't taken out. A human-sized blur of motion, she's simply going to intercept the Kana as it darts between foliage cover, arcing through the air to come down on top of its frame, a hand secured onto it so she's not at risk of falling off while it's still maneuvering. It's slightly, and a little painfully, reminscient of the eight hour trip through space. "...Hey. It's been a little bit, Remee." /This/ time, her voice picks up enough to be plenty heard. But if she was just going to try and pry it apart with Remee still in the middle of flying it around, she probably would have just done that already.
Remee Halcyon	"Talk?" Oh, wait. Gotta click on the PA first. "Talk? What's there to talk about?" "And... you know you can just get on my calendar, right? Like I have an email address you could use and everything." Remee has a pretty good guess what the talk is about, though, given that it's occuring here, with the Kana out. The adjusts its heading and slows down a bit - on a cruising trajectory now, instead of the maneuvers Remee had been queuing up. It's a bit easier to keep up with now, but then again Remee hasn't stopped it either. "Look. If this is about the Kana, I can use it responsibly, alright? I can do some good with it. More than enough to make up for what happened." "And without it, I mean - if I give it up now, then what will all of this been for? Just depriving the Paladins of it?"
Dysnomia	"Can you, really?" Her wings dissipated around her, spreading through the forest around them in a thin mist. "You think that running around in this thing is going to get any good done? With the Paladins breathing down your neck for it? You'd be better off with an old junker; at least that wouldn't invoke the wrath of a faction anytime it's spotted in sensor range." The new speed is an easy Match for Mia; flight was a talent at which she'd grown particularly proud. "But this isn't a negotiation." Her tone was light, considering what exactly she was proposing. "That thing is going to be slag before your planet has a chance to turn again." A light flared up in Mia's throat. "You get to choose whether you let it go, or make us pull you out of it."
Hibiki Tachibana	"I'm not waiting for an appointment, and I'm not having this talk without the Kana around, either." With Hibiki on top of the Kana, the slowdown makes it easier to stay on top, eyes on its course ahead and scarf whipping behind her. She sounds set on that--not that it changes anything, now that they're already here. They're already here, and they're going to have the talk one way or another. "...Something as awful as what happened doesn't have to 'mean' anything, except as a lesson in how we /shouldn't/ be doing things." But the idea of using it responsibly, for good--she can't reconcile that. Not after she saw that cannon in action. Not after she saw more of the Titanomachia's technology in action. "The only thing that machine is capable of doing is killing things. ...And you know exactly what came over you as soon as you got into it before. Or are you still afraid of letting go of it?" Hibiki just cuts straight to the heart of that particular matter. Even with Dysnomia visibly preparing to do what she has to, the magical girl doesn't move. She's eying the direction of the cockpit intently.
Petra Soroka	The Ekanamsha S1 is not a particularly mobile flying machine. Feeling around the controls, not only is it far too clunky for dogfighting, but it's hard to imagine it even being meant for anything but inexorably moving forwards in battle. It's so heavy that despite the deafening jets that Remee is familiar with from so many days of being woken up by them, it only manages to ascend slowly, and maneuvering it through the air is a lot harder than just watching Petra do it. It's an odd feeling, to be in the pilot's seat. It's designed for someone bigger and broader than Remee-- at least, in her human form-- so like Petra, she has to sit forwards in the pilot's seat to manipulate the controls. There's an impression there, in the cushion, where the front of it is squished noticeably flatter than the back. One of the screens is still busted, a hole punctured through it from Petra's tantrum before her first visit to Townsville. The only person who ever poked around the cockpit since Petra had it was Lilian, who picked through to collect some of Petra's belongings and bring them back to her. Besides that, it hasn't been emptied, uncluttered, or cleaned. Maybe it has now. Probably it hasn't. There's literal hoodies in there, after all, to compliment the metaphorical one with a cannon. The machine seems to be functioning perfectly. Remee doesn't have Ishirou's technical knowledge, but his warning about the mech being overly dangerous and unpredictable rings more and more hollow as Remee gains experience with it. Its responses are sluggish and weighty, but it does what Remee tells it to, moves and stops when she needs it to, and destroys whatever she wants it to. The smallest guns have as high power as anything Remee would be wielding on foot. The 'white phosphorus' gel has an interesting property of only igniting when stuck to organic material, and stays inert whenever there's none around. The explosives are exactly as devastating and fiery as she remembers. And then that one cannon, with next to no report when firing, soundlessly and effortlessly eradicates entire city-block sized chunks of mountain. There's nothing to worry about. Everyone is freaking out over nothing. The Kana is powerful, perfectly safe, and still smells like-- Missiles appear out of thin air in front of the Kana, flickering into visibility with long trails of smoke already extended out behind them. If Remee hasn't mastered her evasive maneuvers already-- and why would she? As long as she's inside this thing, she's invincible. It's fucking embarrassing that anyone wouldn't already know their place.-- the Kana is engulfed in flame and smoke, though the explosions themselves can barely rock it. There's no visible source at all. Reeling from the impact and the surprise, it's hard to remember which direction they came from, much less try to mentally calculate a mostly-invisible trajectory to guess where they were fired from. Until Mia turns around, and sees three infrared signatures where none exist on the visible spectrum. A boxy artillery platform on legs, pointed towards the sky, has to be the source of the missiles. Behind it, a smaller machine with eight legs emits clouds of radio waves, that Mia can't decipher. Lastly, there's a bulky-- tauric would feel like the right word, if it wasn't so lifelessly unimaginative-- mech, with six legs and two huge metal appendages jutting out from its front, one with a jackhammer-like piston and one with a rail cannon. No one but Mia can see any of them. If she points them out, then the other two could spot brief flashes of fire when the artillery platform fires, and Remee could guess where they are by listening, but without actually seeing them, it's hard to react properly to anything they do.
Petra Soroka	There's no announcement, no radio, nothing. None of the machines are marked with any symbols any of the Elites recognize. There might not even be cockpits in those machines-- it doesn't look like they're designed for them, and Mia would know. This isn't a conversation. This is an operation, and you're acceptable collateral.
Remee Halcyon	> "And you know exactly what came over you as soon as you got into it before." "..." That's the sound of Remee pressing the transmit button on the PA without following it up with anything spoken. "I... fine." The mech starts to slow. "I'm not happy about-" And that's when the missiles land. "What the - heck? Where did those come from - were they invisible? Did you get followed?" Remee's bureaucracy-jitsu is actually fairly solid (if you're not a Watch member) and her personal stealth is also ranking in the high tiers on the elite wiki - she's not entirely unreasonable to assume one of the other two are why the enemy is here, not her. "Ugh, where's - three of them? I don't know..." She reaches for the fire controls, and pauses. She can't see where Hibiki and Dysnomia are in the smoke. Hitting either of them with the cannon would be... bad. "I can't-" "- I think we need to go," she says, making the snap call as she gets the Kana into motion again. Oh, wait. It's not terribly fast. Out of desperation, she goes back to the firing controls. The cannon - no. The gel - also very no. The small ordnance will have to do, and just try her best to keep the other two out of her firing lines. "Opening fire - watch out!"
Dysnomia	<J-IC-Scene> Dysnomia says, "I'll show the way. Follow me." Dysnomia's body dissolves into a thick silver-violet mass of swirling, brigtly glowing particles. She coiled serpentine, through the trees drawing ever nearer to the mechs, even as their blasts pelted through her body. The others might not have been able to see through the smoke, but to her, the mechs were highlighted, like fireworks against a dark sky. Like dangerous prey in the abyss. It was the big one she chased down first, who had fired these missles in the first place. The closer she got, the wronger it felt. Blocky. Inhuman. Mia was struck by its barrenness. They lacked the anthromorphic spirit that humans instilled in everything they touched, trying to see themselves in everything they touched. There was nothing of the sort here. It was cold, heartless purpose, all soul drained...No, distilled. Honed and made narrow, into a single thought, sharp as a knife. A cause, with no humanity. Accomplish the objective. At all costs. She spun below it, spiraling below the platform, her mouth emerging from the shifting dust she had become in time for a sparke of burning lightning to spin from her maw, upward into the platform, as claws dug into its underside.
Hibiki Tachibana	Hibiki wants to trust Remee. If she didn't want to, she wouldn't be taking this approach at all. That 'fine' is good enough. Whether that trust will actually and truly pay off or not, though... ...she doesn't really get to find out, before the ballistics become obvious right in front of them. She doesn't have a moment to even think about any of the details--so fast she couldn't see them until now? Teleported right ahead of them? The smoke trails make that unlikely, but it's also not important at all. Not as important as her immediately springing forward off the Ekanamsha bulky frame to intercept one of them in flight. She could punch it, as her first instinct--but instead, she gets a grip on it and swings herself around on top of it, standing sidelong on top of it and /stomping/ down on the back end to shift its trajectory. Pushing its back half down, forcing the tip to angle up, and making the whole thing fly over top of their intended target and continue ascending out of the smoke, up past the treeline, and into open air, still at that same breakneck pace. "Ngh--" Three targets. Mechs, I think. I don't think there's even pilots... "Mechs!? Oh no--" Cursing into her radio over the rush of wind, Hibiki glances over the edge of the missile she's effectively surfing on top of, scanning in the direction that Dysnomia pointed out. Pilotless machines of war. No idea of who they are. No word of warning even given. If they're attacking the Ekanamsha, and they're not Paladins, she can only think of... "...It's not us! Did...the Titanomachia send units to come after the Kana--!? Damnit, no...!" Hibiki can't see them with her own eyes, but Dysnomia is a good guide. Hibiki abruptly shifts her body weight, angling the missile back down towards the earth--speeding it right towards the front of the mech convoy in an explosive return to sender. She'll leap off at the last second so she doesn't explode too, it's fine. It's just a very convenient way to get into punch range of all of them.
Petra Soroka	The high fire rate of the Ekanamsha's small arms at least allows for a sweeping hail of bullets across the area that Dysnomia pointed out. The spray kicks up patches of sparks and dirt, pings of bullets off armor approximately highlighting where the mechs are. The artillery platform and the tauric mech are solidly armored, and Remee can hear, even through the walls of the Kana at this distance, how thick their armor must be. The smallest one, skittering on eight legs with an upright core like a diagram of a virus, isn't nearly as tough. Bullets tear through it easily, and when they do, it and the other mechs briefly flicker into visibility before vanishing again. The artillery platform doesn't seem to know how to react to Dysnomia. Without a pilot inside, it might only be responding to tactile data, and Mia's amorphous nebula doesn't properly register on its sensors. It still launches a few missiles in her direction, likely alerted by movement, but it has no opportunity to prevent her from ducking beneath its legs and clawing into its underside. Her intuition is correct-- the underside is less armored, but it's not unarmored. Her claws scratch deep gouges in the metal, apparently hitting some core cable for one of its legs, as it buckles unevenly. The mech steps backwards, the emotional tone of its movement completely unaffected by the damage-- the only reason it stumbles is that it automatically tries to use its leg while it was damaged, not because of any surprise or panic. There's nothing to read into, there. And it's right when the artillery platform disengaged from Dysnomia that it's hit with one of its own missiles, and engulfed in a column of fire. The impact flattens trees around them, scorching heat spreading outwards in the shockwave that feels like a punch to the entire body at once. Just one of those missiles would be lethal to any person on a direct hit. A half dozen of them hit the Kana directly, and the outside is just charred. The artillery platform is an order of magnitude less tough, and pieces of it are torn away in the blast, or melted into slag from the heat, rendering half of its launchers unusable. When Hibiki flips onto the ground, she's met with a flash of light out of the corner of her eye, as a streak of plasma fires from the tauric mech to evaporate the ground beside her, barely missing being hit in the center of the explosion. Jumping away from it puts her right nearby Dysnomia's cloud, and-- they both immediately notice-- separated from the artillery mech and virus mech, with the heavy tauric machine positioned between them. It rears up to slam its jackhammer into the ground through Dysnomia, pistons actuating with a series of bangs like car crashes, as it tries to grind her into the dirt. Meanwhile-- <Ping> Remee gets a small, unobtrusive alert on one of the many screens. <Connection Reestablished> The Kana shuts down, immediately, and starts falling from the air. It was never yours to wield in the first place. It wasn't hers, either. Know your fucking place.
Remee Halcyon	Okay. Okay, might just get out of this. Might- -And the Kana goes down. Literally. Remee says an uncharacteristically rude word that unfortunately gets picked up by the microphone, censored here for the protections of innocent ears: "#-1 INVALID ANSI DEFINITION: x/x Damn!" Fortunately, she's not too bad off, neither physically nor mentally. Base jumping without a parachute is something all of the Halcyon children have been pushed into (pun intended) in an attempt to make sure none of them develop a fear of heights, or of falling for that matter. While pulling herself up off the floor of the Kana, Remee has a few moments of reflection about how messed up her childhood was. "Ugh..." She tries to get the controls working again, without any luck. "Dang it..." She goes to grab her gear bag, fortunately the only personal possession she brought with her on this trip, and pops the hatch. "One way to see if there's anyone in there..." She aims at whatever mech is closest, trying to figure out where its cockpit might be, and fires. If it connect, the bullet will pass through at least the first layer of armor, and then impact with whatever's inside. Maybe a person, maybe some computer systems or something if not.
Dysnomia	The piston hammered through Dysnomia's nebulous body, with almost no resistance. She swirled around and through the impact, still underneath the platform as she assessed the battlefield. Her gaze locked onto the smaller mech, with its esoteric radio waves. Its purpose was lost on her, which made her suspiscion of it rise even higher. Was it communicating back with base? Or... She had no intention of waiting around to find out, in any case. Emitters were, she knew, often vulnerable to electrical charge. And, well... There was a rumble, almost like laughter, from the cloud. The scent of ozone rose in the air, as flashes sparked through the swirling dust. A fanged mouth opened once more in the smoke, and a long arc of pulsing violet light ran through the air, carving through the landscape with a thunderous sound as the arc of plasma chased the radio mech.
Hibiki Tachibana	Skidding along heat-scorched dirt and leaving furrows in the earth where her boots drag through them, Hibiki is already bracing her body against the explosion's force and bringing her fists back up to tense into a readied stance. As awful as the Titanomachia learning about the Ekanamsha is, this isn't a fight against someone she cares about, or to resolve an interpersonal conflict, or even against humans. They're just killing machines, like the Noise, so there's no reason to pull any punches. And it feels more than a little personal, after what she saw in that city. Her knees buckle and she hastily leaps away exactly in time to avoid getting fully caught in the blaze of the plasma blast, linking back up with Dysnomia just in time to turn her head up at the looming shadow of the tauric machine standing over them and preparing to strike once more. With firepower like that, it's the most directly dangerous one, even with how powerful those missiles have proven to be. "Like hell I'm not sending you to the scrapheap too...!" A pull back of her right arm has the internal piston of Gungnir's right gauntlet priming back in a pneumatic hiss, and she ducks low and lunges forward right as Dysnomia's cloud is speared through. Before the jackhammer has a chance to retract back, she pummels her fist into the side of it--and her own machinery loudly slams back forward to reinforce her punch with a vicious forward burst of sudden kinetic force to try and beat the entire weapon into unusability. Immediately after, she swings herself up on /top/ of it, and gets a running start up the length of the jackhammer's piston, with the intent of scaling up higher along its frame. She'll see exactly how good these things are at fighting human-sized threats.
Petra Soroka	Remee tries to aim at the mech. Which mech? She isn't exactly sure-- they're still invisible. She can still hear one in that approximate area, but the clouds of smoke and dust and the movement of the machinea and her allies don't make it easy to pick out which. The bullet hits, against something (The artillery mech, puncturing backside plating, Mia sees), but there's no dramatic sound of one of the three going down. In the moment before Mia released her plasma, she could see the virus mech pulse out one last major transmission, towards the Ekanamsha. In the next, it's scoured away, the ground where it was standing glassed by the heat. Trees are blown to pieces and catch fire in the followthrough, as the lance of plasma annihilates the small mech with little resistance. With that one turned into superheated scrap metal, the other two mechs become visible again, so that's at least one of the functions! But what did it do to the Kana? There's no response from the tauric mech to Hibiki's taunt. Unlike an intelligent opponent, though, that means it's incapable of recognizing that a one liner like that is when an anime girl is about to fuck it up. Its jackhammer arm stays jammed into the ground for long moments as its pistons disengage, giving Hibiki a perfect opportunity to clamber on top and obliterate the mechanisms. Pistons jam and buckle inwards when she punches the arm, and its retraction halts halfway with a crunching, grinding noise. It raises the other arm, the plasma cannon, but it's obviously incapable of aiming it at the severe angle to target its own head. Instead, it points it at Dysnomia, seeming unbothered by the magical girl on its head. The cannon glows, and then the beam of plasma sears impossibly bright for a fraction of a second before an explosion geysers out of the ground beneath Dysnomia. The artillery mech, meanwhile, releases another, smaller, swarm of missiles. The Kana is still plummeting out of the air-- slowly, because everything it does is slow, and terminal velocity for a war machine that big is just so, agonizingly slow-- and with Remee still peeking out of it, she's exposed to the hail of missiles. Some of them explode against the hull of the machine, and the explosion and heat is a lot less tolerable when her head is poking out. Behind her, Remee hears another <Ping>. The signal sent to the Kana by that emitter mech's purpose is made clear, as screens boot back on without Remee's input. One of the smaller guns on the turret rotates to lock onto Hibiki, on top of the tauric mech. The projectile it fires streaks trails of smoke down onto the ground along its path of travel, thick and lingering, stinging on Remee's skin. On impact the capsule of anti-organic white phosphorus gel bursts, spreading all over the mech, and sticking to Hibiki like glue, burning like fire and singing in every breath she takes. The mech she's on is unaffected, of course, and the gel spread over it stays inert until another biological entity moves towards it.
Remee Halcyon	Which mech? Where? That's a good question. Remee's got some pretty good senses. Not good enough to see anything invisible, enough to make a hunch. And then with the downing of the virus mech, the others become visible again. That's... maybe something to note for later. Remee has a feeling this isn't going to be the last they see of Titanomacha's forces, no matter which way this goes. More missles. Remee grits her teeth. She can regenerate through all of this, but that doesn't stop the pain as the blasts temporarily shred her body. Focus... ... She hears the ping. She chances a glance behind herself, at the screens coming back online. There's a brief moment of hoping that that's good...? And then she sees what it's aiming for. And what it's loaded with. "No!" She drops her rifle and dives for the control panel, but it's too late to do anything. "No, no..." She can smell it in the air. Feel it on her skin. It's this bad, and she only got it indirectly. How bad is it for Hibiki...? This is... this really is all her fault. It finally sinks in. If it had stayed locked up - the Paladins wouldn't have actually used it. They shouldn't have it, but they weren't going to use it. Now fifteen people are dead. She can make excuses but she's the one who pulled the trigger. And now Hibiki's been hit, and now they have the Titanomacha's attention... because she wanted power. Because she wanted to be feared. Because she felt hurt, and it was... easier to do something, anything, than to actually deal with it. Remee grabs her gear bag, and goes to slam it under the Kana's console, wedging it as far into there as she can. It has all of her weapons, and more importantly all of her ammunition. It's got things that are important to her as well, but here in this moment... that doesn't matter as much. Not as much as keeping it from getting another shot off. Remee stands as far away on the other side of the cockpit as she can, draws her backup pistol from her jacket, and takes aim.
Dysnomia	Dysnomia's breath left the little mech into pieces, and it wasn't long before the taurus made a riposite--though lacking the intent of vengeance, its weapon stirred and struck, all the same. The plasma paints across the shimmering nebula, burning away some of her extremities, but when the spark of the blast fades, little has changed, except for the orange glow of eyes hanging in the cloud, turned toward the mech. Her 'body,' such as it was, designed to channel, live and 'breathe' this stuff. She was beginning her own approach, when she finally realized what the radio mech's death throes had really meant. Out of the smoke, vibrant colors swirled into the shape of a great claw in the air and with a swipe, she seized Hibiki from the surface of the mech. The burning phosphorous burned at her hand and Mia roared, like thunder. Luckily, she didn't need to touch this thing to hurt it. She reared up, half-real wings swirling around her as she opened her mouth, aiming for the taurus' plasma weapon, hoping to overload it with pressure from the outside.
Hibiki Tachibana	Hibiki did indeed fuck it up. She's not able to do anything about its other primary armament, the plasma cannon, but she's well aware Dysnomia is able to handle herself just fine. She can focus on disabling the whole thing from the top-down. At least, that was the plan. She only gets a moment to prepare to strike when Remee's shout of her name gets her to lock up, and balancing on top of the tauric mech, she whirls around on a heel to look back in the Ekanamsha's direction. It's all a little too sudden for her to recall, but she's seen those projectiles at least one time before, when-- Unlike the missiles, she doesn't have any real defense against a spread with that much coverage. With Remee's warning, she has just enough time to move to use some of the machine's own archetecture as a shield to avoid getting totally coated, but entirely avoiding it just isn't possible. "A--gh...!?" It hits sidelong, splattering over her arm, shoulder, side, leg, part of her face--and it smokes, burns, and scalds the instant it makes contact, forcing out a choked gasp. A Symphogear has an invisible barrier coating that helps ablate damage, but it's only that; an ablation. Even if not nearly as bad as if she got caught untransformed, it still clings where it lands and sears into flesh, filling the air she breathes with that acrid, lung-burning stench. Eye shut tight in a distressed wince and teeth grit painfully tight, she tenses the affected arm back up and rears it back. "No...you don't!" Her gauntlet splits open--gains in mass, changes around internal mechanics, and ejects two oversized, spiked prongs forward that extend past her clenched fist, angled in towards each other. Connected to the flywheel kicking up to a spin inside, both prongs rotate faster and faster by the half-second--until the golden metal is just a blur of motion, and the intense torque shrouds her arm in a whirling spiral of visible, overpressurized air. And she leaps up just to come back down in a descending fall down onto the tauric robot from above, to bore into its armored body and rip into it with the drillpoint as her spearhead. Penetrate through the material it's made out of it, shred apart its insides, and flare her Symphogear's thrusters to propel herself down /through/ it - completely intent on drilling through it all the way out the other side, leaving behind a jagged and shorn-out gash from top to bottom. At which point she's probably going to hit the ground directly underneath it on her hand and knees, gasping for breath. That kind of attack was half to try and utterly destroy this thing, and half to blast off as much phosphorus clinging to her as possible through sheer force and motion before it got too bad.
Petra Soroka	The barrier between the inside of the Kana and the outside is made for one thing above all else: utter impermeability. Layers of armor and more backups and redundancies and engineering tricks than Remee could understand in a lifetime of studying separate her from the outside of the machine, preventing any attack from outside from disrupting the cockpit. This, of course, goes in reverse, too. When Remee sets off an explosion consisting of 'every explosive in her possession', only a handful of feet away from herself, absolutely none of the outwards force is released from the mech. She doesn't even get to see the results of her efforts before the compressed air and heat turns her into vapor, the shockwave plasters that vapor over the obliterated internals of the Kana, and the brief flicker of intense heat chars it all into ash. Outside the Kana-- because that's where all the remaining point-of-view characters are-- Dysnomia disables the plasma cannon before it can charge up another blast by torching it with her breath weapon. The remaining charred, twisted hunk of metal extending out of the side of the mech sparks and glows with external heat and internal energy, but it's rendered entirely unusable. Weight is the last weapon in the tauric machine's arsenal, and that weapon wielded by a solid hunk of metal the size of a bus can't be underestimated. It lurches towards Dysnomia, fully intending on barreling through her with the literal tons of armor encasing it, and gets halfway through the motion before Hibiki Tachibana emerges from the bottom in a shower of metal and wiring. It grinds to a halt, teeters, and falls. The artillery mech, left to its own devices, prepares to send a last series of bombs towards the pair of Watch girls, but the sound of its missiles launching is swallowed up and cut unnaturally short. An instinctual glance towards the Ekanamsha is a glance directly down the barrel of the main cannon on its turret, right after it fired a small, unassuming projectile, that Hibiki is very familiar with. Both of the mechs, the swarm of missiles, the rocks and the ground and the dust kicked up from battle, vanish within a silent spherical explosion. Every scrap of inorganic matter in the radius around Hibiki and Dysnomia is converted into energy, propagating out in a bone-crushing, heatless explosion. A smooth crater is carved into the ground, trees are flattened, and Mia and Hibiki are carelessly blasted away like toys. Mercifully, the damage Remee did to the computers catches up to the Kana. Redundancies are directed towards outside threats, not inside, and the crumpled wreckage of the former cockpit isn't able to sustain the Kana's activity, now that the autopilot's been destroyed. They'll have to pry the hatch open, since it's been vacuum sealed and welded shut by the explosion, but once they pick themselves up off the ground, Dysnomia and Hibiki no longer have anything stopping them from getting to the Kana.
Dysnomia	Dysnomia reared up as the tauri advanced, ready to tear into it as the Kana raised its weapon, and... The little particulates of smoke were scatterd through and mixed within her body, insubstantial, she was stretched out, filling the empty space in the world around her. And, distributed as she was, all the little pieces of matter she was so wrapped around...Every little tree or particle of dust or even mech... ...Blasted apart, all fire and fury. She screamed, except her mouth had been too scattered to scream, her shapeless body disjointed and scattered, stretched, blasted apart, like a supernova scatters itself to the infinite abyss around it. For a moment, Mia imagines that that might be her fate, too. No. Not like this. Not again. I can't. I won't...! The tether of her will tore back against the incredible heat and power, held together not by strength but the delusion that I AM. For a long, terrible moment, only that impossible thought held her together. And then, it had passed. Slowly, she reformed, in her human shape, her body smoky, indistinct, partially see-through...But alive. She pushed to her feet, eyes eventually finding the Kana, again. Stars, but she would ENJOY taking that thing apart.
Hibiki Tachibana	At this point, even those destructive missiles barely register as a problem compared to everything else. One mech down, one to go--no, two to go, maybe...? If the mech sending the signals to the Kana is destroyed, one can only hope it would stop. Unfortunately, Tachibana Hibiki is getting very used to her hopes being dashed. When Dysnomia pulls her away and towards something relatively closer to momentary safety, she can see it all too clearly. That cannon. And the detonation that comes after. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh--!?" Even worse than the white phosphorus, the onrush of raw force and energy hits her like a punch to the entire body, blasting the still-burning air out of her lungs and sending her spiraling through open air like a ragdoll as she's lost from view in the brief but overwhelming intensity of the attack. She hits the ground once, skips off of it, goes another dozen meters, then gets her momentum broken by smashing into a tree just outside of the radius. Everything hurts. Her head is spinning. The white phosphorus, all blown off whether by her drill or by the Kana's terrible weapon, hasn't left any permanent marks yet has still left uncomfortably searing sensations everywhere it was previously touching. But she's alive. Forcing herself back to a stand with shaky breaths, Symphogear damaged and sparking and scarf tattered, Hibiki stumbles back in the direction of the now-silent Kana as Remee's death message once again fills the Watch band. Her eyes, one stuck half-shut after that impact, go over the machine's frame. "Let's...get Remee out of there," she mentions to Dysnomia with a dry tinge to her voice. After that, after Remee's best efforts to stop it, she's fairly sure they're all on the same page when it comes to even thinking about using it. "...And then we'll handle everything else." If the Titanomachia is actively after it now...this has gotten even more complicated. As if it all wasn't enough already.