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We're more than carbon and chemicals

Who: All Draftees
What: Fighting Third Party
When: 26th, 27th, 28th, 1st, and 2nd
Where: The Southern Farmlands
Summary: See here for overall details.
Rating: Probably gonna be gorey in places :|a

DOESN'T NEED A CUT. People should know how this works, if not, just follow other people's lead. I'm gonna set up some strategist threads at the top, for the four strategists to use if they want to, otherwise people should start their own threads.

((Mod Note: Since this has been asked a few times, just fyi, the livestock do not talk. Happy hunting!))

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[There will be a Voice message filtered to the participants of the battle.]

This is Yellow 13 to all Allied forces. I'm on station to provide air support on the battlefield. Call out location and targets for strikes and I'll be there. Don't wait to call when it's too late. If you need help from the sky, request support sooner rather than later.

[Action]

[For those on the ground, there is a large fighter aircraft (http://gallery.top-aviation.net/albums/userpics/10009/AC4_SU37.jpg) streaking through the sky. In its wake are often the bloody messes of what were once flying Third Party mooks. ...It is rather terrifying to see what a 30 millimeter autocannon will do to them.

Either way, feel free to notice that this machine is taking the fight to the Third Party surprisingly well. It'll occasionally swoop down and shoot at targets on the ground, or drop the occasional bomb or missile at what can be presumed to be Elites. And at certain times, particularly hawk-eyed individuals may notice a certain

awakenedchaos riding on the plane itself, swatting away foes that get too close...]

[...And by "swatting away foes," we mean "volleying barrages of swords at foes". In particular, her attacks focus primarily on the wings of her targets. After all, this high in the air, even losing a single wing rather than both would still lead to a most likely lethal fall.

If one manages to get a closer look at what the Murakumo's doing, however, they might notice that she doesn't seem as focused as she ought to be. While she does hit her mark more often than not, several of her attacks do end up missing - something that's a little uncharacteristic for someone whose attacks are normally quite accurate.

...This might just have something to do with the fact that she's not devoting all of her attention to combat right now. Blame the fact she's trying to keep track of nearby individuals as well, if you must. Still, she's doing pretty well, all things considered.]

[And a voice will crackle to life inside a radio in Nu's visor. Nu has been missing a handful of attacks, but it's not been enough to cause danger to either one of them. And honestly, it could also be in part that Nu's not normally used to targeting while they're moving more than 400 miles per hour while simply cruising, let alone going fast.

Still, she's bullseyeing targets with terrifying accuracy, making this team up particularly lethal for the enemy in the sky.]

Everything okay back there, Nu? Are the radar and IFF readings transmitting to you properly?

[That could also be it. She wasn't exactly made for this kind of combat, though with that in mind, she's faring rather well, even if she does miss more often than she normally would.]

Affirmative. No errors detected during data transmission.

[...Alternatively, maybe she's just lagging a bit? Processing the readings while still engaging Third Party soldiers in combat might be causing some minor delay in her reactions, which would explain the occasional misses.]

Good, because radar's picking up a small wave coming in from vector zero-eight-five. Looks like there's an Elite or two in that group.

Rolling in to engage, range approximately eight miles. Get ready, Nu.

[And with that, he banks the plane to the right and pitches up, pulling toward the vector indicated.]

Acknowledged. Initiating battle protocols...

[Meanwhile, she's just going to get ready to fight any Third Party soldiers that happen to fly within range of her Drive. Even if there might be an Elite or two among them this time, they shouldn't pose too much of a problem for the two of them as long as they're cautious.]

[Okay so being a giant SUCKS. It's like painting a giant target on your back and people aren't very good at helping him. So he finally resorts to his backup plan. The all powerful CLOWN COPTER.

He'll swoop in from high in the skies, blasting this music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bq_jS6o3OoY) from the speakers. Some diabolical laughter erupts as he starts tossing Bob-Ombs by the armloads on to unsuspecting TPs below.]

[And there's a large, (very fat) blip on his radar suddenly. Is it an error? ...Regardless, he'll turn the Su-37 to head towards the signal to investigate.]

...Nu, are you picking up that blip as well? [And then something... it's weird, almost transmitting on his comm circuits. Music?] The hell is that?

...Affirmative. Unidentified target detected. Standing by in battle mode...

[...Is that music...? This is, frankly, seriously confusing her right now.]

[Whoa! That place is headed in his direction. Bowser changes path to avoid what he thinks is going to be a collision. He shakes his fist at the girl riding the plane.]

HEY! Watch where you're flying you dumb broad!

[...Oh. Good. It's him. He opens up a channel to hopefully reach Bowser as he banks the plane around. ...The temptation to launch a missile at him is stronger than he cares to admit.]

There was plenty of clearance. Maybe you should learn to mind your head.

[Yeah, he doesn't sound happy. And he definitely doesn't sound like a broad.]

[..................What. Is... is that a giant mutant turtle? In... some sort of upside-down helicopter with a clown face on it? Blasting music from speakers and armed with odd-looking bombs?

...Okay, now she's seen everything.

... ]

...Broad...?

Maybe you should learn to SHUT UP!

[He speeds up his Clown Copter to fly next to this plane, while staring at Nu. He thought that was a girl. But she sounds pretty manly.]

[Well, there's something that's moving in the clear part of the plane at the nose, and it turns to look at Bowser. ...Though it will probably go unnoticed with him looking at Nu.]

Still have an attitude problem, I see.

...

[Yeah, she's... just going to remain quiet this time, not really sure what to make of the situation. This is all a little too strange for her, frankly.]

You just stay out of my way, or you'll be having a problem with YOUR FACE. Because it'll have a FIST stuck in it.

[He hasn't quite noticed a swarm of TPs flying in on them. No no, he's busy telling this effeminate guy what for.]

You've got a lot of bluster for a turtle. Why don't you go take your anger out on that pack of hostiles headed this way from the east?

Unless you'd rather them knock you out of that ridiculous excuse for an aircraft.

[Thirteen banks his SU-37 to turn toward the incoming swarm.

...Damn, it's huge.]

...Enemy signals detected... Switching to emergency defense mode.

[And with that, she'll be directing her attention toward the incoming swarm as well. ...Not that she's actually participating much in this discussion in the first place, anyway.]

Blah blah blah. No one cares.

[This guy. Girl. Whatever. Bowser doesn't need to be told what to do. He just messes with the controls and activates his two side-mounted bullet bill cannons. He fires off a few rounds of those at the TPs. Sure, they're pretty ridiculously slow as bullets go. And actually kind of easy to thwart. But at least they look intimidating...?]

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