Josephina grinned proudly, placing both of her hands on her hips, and standing a bit straighter "Thine assumptions art correct master Nedward" she said cheerily "His majesty, King Richard the second hath ordained me, whilst I took the guise of a man." She chuckled at her cleverness. "Many a women hath not the opportunities that man, hoardeth for his self. The Lord watcheth over mine studies, shielding me from the eyes of mine enemies." She sighed, suddenly being hit by homesickness, she then directed a question to Ned, hopefully distracting her thoughts of home. "What is thine occupation master Nedward?"

Listening to the girl's cheerful disposition and triumphs reminded Ned that these people, even from all over time, weren't much different after all.
He chuckled softly, a hint of respect showing in his voice.
"Well, I can see why they picked you," he said, referring to the men and women who gathered them here.
"Where I come from, women are treated equally as men!"
Ned chuckled again, hoping Josephina would understand his meager attempt at humor. "I can't say many of them are knights, though."
The woman suddenly got a sullen look in her eyes, but soon inquired about Ned's occupation.
"Well," Ned replied, his face reddening from embarrassment. "I don't really have a job back home. I'm a bit too young."
His friendly smile soon returned, however, and he continued.
"Although... I guess you could say that I work here, now!"

"Yes, I can warp from one place to another, with someone else, but just one." Sam told him. He didn't mention that the power was apparently weakening, that it would have some randomness, and only a good day would he be able to warp with someone (otherwise, he'll jump holding just an arm). "I hope you aren't sending me in a enemy stronghold, not like I'm afraid of death or torture, but I do hope to survive." he added.

Graff laughed at Sam's question, as if it was one of the dumb questions a second grader would have asked to their teacher. "I'm not sending you out to die, that's an incredibly stupid idea. The Spacial jumping ability was a highly common genetic trait 200 years ago, with roots going as far back as your time, though it was merely classified as a rare disorder then. Spacial jumpers evolved into the Boson jumpers which traveled through time, like Lyn. Eventually, Spacial jumping became an almost extinct ability, and was thought to be inferior to Boson jumping, as Boson jumpers could teleport to the same place as Spacial jumpers, but the Boson jumpers had an advantage due to the simple fact that they could move forward or backwards as well." the speech, more or less a lecture, was flying from his mouth at a quick pace. Details being shot around like shrapnel after an explosion. "However, Spacial jumpers have one ace card that the Boson jumpers can never possess. The have the ability to enter a Pseudo jump, which can deteriorate organisms in a five mile radius around them as well as granting them the power to jump an entire machine, as opposed to one person. More will be explained by Eve later on."
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~Ekyll rolled a 4. bandit rolls a 3~

The missile followed the trail of one of the bandit cruisers, and burrowed itself deep within the core, exploding with ferocious fire. The machine itself became a small fireball and imploded upon itself. The bandit's cries struck the frequency of the pilots and the shrill screams echoed in their c***.
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YYY continued it's descent, reaching the ground in a matter of seconds. The vibrations caused the sack behind him to shake about, catching itself on a sharp edge. It tore open, and a woman fell out. "Ganap, even though you're trying to make the hostage situation authentic, it doesn't help to keep me in the sack when you throw it in the c*** and escape!" she shouted angrily.
Ganap shook her complaint off. "You were being quiet like I wanted you to be, and it was peaceful. So I just left you in there." he replied with a grin. "Now shut up again, and hang on to the seat. I'm going to attempt to take out the entire bandit squadron in one swoop."
The woman ignored Ganap and once again butted in. "Wait! Where's my machine?! I just perfected the AI and had it outfitted with the best arsenal the Black market could provide! Don't tell me you left my beloved AIMS to rot in that putrid UN hangar!"
"Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you! That piece of s*** doesn't have a mind cable! The only true ace pilot without a mind cable on our side is me, and I wouldn't degrade myself by piloting that piece of junk!"
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Akiva glanced around to the side of the field. A strange machine colored with multiple shades of red began to zero in on the battle zone at an incredible speed. The chain gun on it's back was running, ready to fire; and the sword was glowing a deep orange. "What is that?" he wondered.
He turn back to the battle and noticed several of the bandits went after the GAP.
"I had to turn away..." he muttered, pulling the magna beam rifle out and targeting one of the bandit cruisers. He fired three shots.
~Akiva rolls 8. Bandit rolls 3.~

The bandit was buffeted by the first shot, slightly damaged. The next two struck the cruiser right near the generator, ensuing an instant death. "f***!" the bandit shouted in desperation as the torso of the machine exploded in a fiery heat, launching the arms and legs like toys flung by a child.
However, that shot wasn't enough as the other bandit and the leader were heading straight for the GAP.

Additionally, the cruiser in the sky chasing after the ART began to charge a blast in the center of it's torso. It reached out to grab for the ART.
~Bandit rolls 8. Ekyll rolls 6.~
The grab is successful, as the cruiser grips both wings and rests behind the machine, still charging his blast the entire time.

Oi oi, now, that was bkreaing a rule of dogfighting. Then Ekyll remember, right, the rules have been rewritten. Ekyll was still in the dive as the bandit latched on to him. Such a blast could be deadly at such range. He always kept his cool, even in the face of danger.

"Time to scrape off the barnacles."

It was a game of chicken with the ground now and despite not having read about it, Ekyll somehow instinctively knew when and how to pull as he corkscrewed towards the earth. If the bandit didn't get off, well he'll make sure that the bandit would greet the earth at high speed. Faster and faster they fell and as soon as the altimeter started squealing out warnings, Ekyll paid attention to it.

1000, 900, 800 and as soon as the instrument showed 500, he toggled the switch to the humanoid form, trying to pull out the Cold Metal knife to add to the impact the bandit was soon going to suffer.

Sam raised an eyebrow. That explains why it's so difficult to jump with someone he thought. He still had a nagging feeling about his ability and surroundings however but didn't feel to talk about. "So what do you have in mind?" he asked.

Nadya sneered gruffly at the two units engaging her, all systems were nominal and she was prepared to take them on. "Fine zen, lets play" she announced to herself, before grunting through gritted teeth; applying the thrusters, she burst her GAP forward towards them, the machine gun raised and armed. Upon her monitor the units were already within the targeting system and locked, however it was up to her to land those shots off of her own skill alone. With a malice, Nadya fired a five-round burst towards the bandit leader as her GAP's other arm prepared the cold-steel knife for close quarters combat, the steel unsheathing from the wrist, rearing back for use.

"There is a special priority machine we need. It's sitting in the UN hangar at the moment. The creator of the machine is on our side, but the machine itself isn't equipped with a mind cable." He paused, knowing that the boy would understand where he was going with the idea.
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~Nadya rolls dual sixes~
CRITICAL CRITICAL

The first of the five shots ripped through the chest of the leader's cruiser. As a last measurement, he signaled for the remaining members to retreat. His right arm was torn off from the first shot, and the rest continued on their path, flying through the c***. Barely alive, the leader opened the link to Nadya. His face was bloody, barely recognizable as a human at all. He had no right arm, and the sun could be seen through the holes in the armor.
"You f***....b****..." He softly muttered in rage. His body was pale, drained of most of its blood. "Never...die..."
He slumped over in the seat. The communication link still activated, where what was left of the grotesque body could be seen easily.
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The ART's transformation pulled the cruiser's arms from the body. It backed off from Ekyll, still charging the cannon. "f*** the order to retreat!"
~Bandit rolled 8. Ekyll rolled 7.~
The cannon discharged a powerful yellow beam. The ART moved quickly, but wasn't able to dodge completely. The beam completely severed the right arm and took out the right leg below the knee joint.
The computer on the ART began to announce the critical state of the machine.
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"Look! Up there!" the woman shouted from behind Ganap, pointing at a cruiser in the air with no arms.
"I see it! I see it! Shut up and don't hang from my seat back!" he replied, taking aim with the Gatling gun mounted on the shoulder. He took one last look at it, and pressed the trigger. "Goodnight."
~Ganap rolled 9. Bandit rolled 6.~
The Gatling gun sprung to life, bullets racing through the skies towards the bandit. The cruiser was buffeted by a hail of bullets, carving holes inside the already severely damage machine. "Should have retreated..."
In an instant the cruiser fell to the earth, exploding as it hit the ground.
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Akiva turned around. There was still one bandit left, and he began to retreat from the battle. "Should I let him retreat?" He pondered. "No, that could cause problems later on. I can understand my priorities...Levi..."
He purged his Magna Beam Rifle, even though it still had plenty of ammunition. Instead he retrieved the assault blade from the Virgola's hip, and charged full throttle at the retreating cruiser.
~Akiva rolled 5. Bandit rolled 6.~
Akiva thrust his blade forward, aiming for the c***; but he came just too short as the cruiser sped up ahead of him. It was escaping, but they couldn't just let him do so.

Sam nodded at what he was suppose to do. Quickly he recalled something. I can pseudo jump, that much I know, some problems he had during his unwanted journey showed evidence of that. But I don't recall T-rexes being in this day and age, well, my day and age, and... well, this felt confusing, he knew he probably time traveled once at least. And he wasn't from 2106, if Graff was insinuating that. Was this connected to how odd his ability is becoming?

Getting closer...or more stupid, I can't tell.

Okay, what was that? "By the way, can I have time to go to my room?" Sam asked. It would be helpful to sort this out.

The machine rocked violently as the beam did its duty. Okay, well that was bad move, Ekyll thought as the warnings started flashing. Let's see now, what else was operational. The right arm was gone, and it was carrying his knife too. The left leg was gone so he couldn't exactly stand on the ground either. What now, how many missiles he had left? Still over a dozen missiles left and it would be a waste to not use any before he retreated from the fight.

At this rate, the lock on to the bandit was quickly acquired. He opened the comm channel to the others. They would probably notice the trickle of blood from his forehead that he himself was not aware of, such was his concentration.

"This is Ekyll, I've been hit, I am retreating from the air space."

As he said that, he loosed missile after missile until the remaining nineteen shots were spent as he engaged ART-WING mode and started to fly back to hangar. The controls were a bit stiffer now, must be due to the damage. He wasn't even sure if he was trailing smoke or not. What were these machines made off? How were they powered? What kind of crazy mechanics were necessary to even get this thing off of the ground? These answers he needed, that is, if he could get back in one piece.

Nadya couldn't help but grin at the bloody corpse in the screen before her, severing the communication link after doing so, she had other priorities right now, as much as she enjoyed the moment, a sort of confirmation of her skills still intact after so long..

The remaining bandit cruiser became picked up upon on her targeting system, a holographic reticule panned over the image on the screen as he attempted retreat from the area. She couldn't very well just let him leave.. and he appeared Akiva was having some problems finishing the job.

Applying the thrusters forward, her Unit sped forward in an attempt to engage him before he made it safely out of their range, leaning forward in her seat a bit, the M90 raising once more as her unit strafed to the side to try and get a clear shot; she unleashed a bursts of 4 rounds towards the fleeing cruiser. gritting her teeth in a determined fire as the blasts echoed into the air like sounds of thunder.

Graff nodded at his request. "You have permission to leave. But when Eve arrives I need you on the bridge to meet her. Just wait for the multicolored red machine to land."
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A communication link open to Ekyll; Lyn was on the other end. "Landing preparations are all set, you can proceed to the hangar." she explain sharply, a sign of relief noticeable on her face.
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~Nadya rolled dual sixes~
CRITICAL CRITICAL
((OOC: the dice must love you Nini, I might need to change how I'm rolling...))

The four rounds almost simultaneously ripped through the lower area of the cruiser's weak body, sending shockwaves through the fuel tank. An explosion then followed in a few seconds, ripping the pilot and his machine apart completely; debris and shrapnel falling all over the battle zone.
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YYY pulled up to the edge of the battle zone. Now the pilots could see the glorious machine close up. The large, bulky body, rounded out with medium sized arms and larger legs, and topped off with a head piece which had a circle attached to the horn sticking from the front. Enormous stabilizers were jutting out from all possible locations upon the body. The pain scheme consisting of darker red to almost pinkish red covered the body, with the weapons colored green with red trim. On its shoulder was a perched Gatling gun and a deep orange long triangular blade was attached to the wrist. On the hip was a back-up rifle.
YYY stood before the two standing machines and exerted its superior design through its sheer size and power.
Ganap opened up a communication link with the two pilots. He looked aged, about mid sixties, yet still in peak condition to be a pilot. He wore no mind cable, showing that he was a true trained ace. He was wearing an old military uniform, just like Major Graff.
Behind his seat was a woman. Her body was mostly behind the seat, but her head was clearly visible. She looked no older than her late twenties, and had bright blonde hair.

"I'm guessing you two are the weaklings Graff told me about. Don't anger me right now, or I'll slit your throat with my blade. I'm expecting you two are just escorts at the moment, and you'll follow me in...without damaging my precious YYY. Any touching will get you killed." He was fierce and blunt with his speaking, asserting his role of dominance over the weaker pilots.
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Akiva stared at the machine called 'YYY'. It was magnificent as the sun reflected off its perfect surface. The pilot looked dangerous and he'd rather not get into a tangle with him, but he wasn't so sure about the other pilot, somehow he or she seemed like a loose cannon. It might not be long until he or she was dead from rushing into no man's land.

((Lol, did you ignore those 19 parting shots from me? Not that its that important or anything.))

"Landing preparations are all set, you can proceed to the hangar," said the woman who was called Lyn.

Ekyll nodded and closed the channel. The hangar was in sight. Instinctively he reached for the landing gear lever but remembered that this was a foreign futuristic craft. Wait, so how as he going to land? He had no wheels and he was coming in hard. Skidding across the landing bay was not his idea of an ideal landing. Ekyll lowered the thrusters, their power weakening as he slowed, descending the craft as if it were a plane. Well it was in this form and could not land in the other form on account of a missing leg.

The touch down was rough, shaking Ekyll violently as he heard the screech of metal coming to an inevitable halt. His hands were shaking but he was on the ground and still alive. His next thought was, I really should find a manual for this.

OOC: The enemy you shot at was already destroyed.

((LOLK, carry on.))