With Scarlemagne dead, their group had to limit any possible hazards to the utmost extent possible. There was a high risk of being trampled or hurt in some way. No one would even attempt to venture out when the animal roamed close by. As she worried, everyone huddled together, staying very still until the Mega Bunny passed. She wished she hadn’t left through the portal, moving across the plains of space time, and arrived on the planet.
Glimmer gazed at the colossal creature in dread, shaking at the strangeness of this world, distinct from Etheria. They were, normally, dangerous to come across because if some of the unique scent of a Mega Bunny baby gets on you, then the mother will pursue you, retaining you as one of her missing young. They weren’t harmful, intentionally, to other mutated animals, alike the behavior of most Mega Mutes. These mutes were protective of their offspring. Dragged behind an outcropping, she peeked out only to observe a giant eight-legged and five-eared gigantic grey and white-furred animal: a mega bunny. Glimmer gulped a little herself, afraid of any beasts that lurked on the surface. As they trekked across destroyed parts of the city, an enormous boom shook the terrain, giving Wolf, Benson, Dave, Mandu, Lio, and Kipo pause. As their last mission had been a routine one, the Oliver, a commercial escort boat, part of their same company, wasn’t with them, a unique circumstance defying normal operating procedures. She knew that not taking a stand would make those back at Haru-Nico brand them as the ‘Alice Brand,’ a sexist label applied to their vessel. She doubted that the unidentified craft engaged in piracy, making it ‘illegal,’ because it had single-highhandedly sunk the pirate ship. She knew that the ship had IR scanners, a defensive weapons system resembling a machine gun called CIWS, anti-ship missiles (Alfals), anti-aircraft missiles (Eptams), and an ECM buoy equipped with radio jamming. Often cold, professional, and serious, she intensely cared about her fellow shipmates. Not once as captain had she come across such a dilemma. Kojima, ship’s Vice-Captain, or Clio Aquanaut, the weapons chief.
Neither did Mihara Kairi, a very smart young girl who developed the Nav-Staff OS battle system for ship, Mitori Shimabara, the ship’s physician, Tanya L. Sango Fukami, who headed the engine room, Tsubasa Watatsumi, a ship pilot, and Hyousuke Nagimiya, the systems engineer, didn’t have any ideas either.
Mashu and Manatsu were dumbfounded, uncertain of what to do. A breakaway, it seemed, either overeager or sent to disrupt the fortification attempts, it mattered not. Quickly, now, the crew of the gun followed the lead of the gunnery master, loading a massive shell into the cannon, and swivelling it accordingly, the commands coming as quickly as the looming cruiser did in the skies ahead. The grin on those Hyuran features grew, and unsurprisingly, considering the delight the War Sails found in bombardment. You didn’t grow up in Limsa without knowing who belonged to whose crew. A grizzled Resistance fighter waved over one of the gunners, Maelstrom, from the coat, though likely a War Sail if she had the cut of the grimy, barely-cleaned man right, and she very likely did. Pushing herself up from the suprisingly-comfortable sandbags, making her way over along with two or three of her crew peeling away from their own stations. The work would have continued unimpeded, but for the breaking shout of warning that erupted from one of the sentries, a few darting over to pull forth spyglasses guided by an eagerly pointing finger.
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