LC: Super Scrubs Issue #1

The Arachknight quickly positions herself in front of the bus, then waits for the last moment before the jaguar reaches her to jump out of the way, trying to make the creature hit the bus, carried by its momentum.

Children should be seen and not heard…

"Then why did you include me in the comms, genius? Here, check if you can see this!" Sable says out loud this time, before shooting a rude hand gesture Psion’s way!

She brings her blade back up around for the next attack; hers or the mechabeast’s!

The non-moving lead bus was a sitting duck for whatever the drones and soldiers were likely to send their way. There could only be so many missiles to swat out of the way before one of them got through. The best way would have been to forge ahead and clear a path through the enemies in front, but the other four were tangled behind Atrophy in a morass of mecha and panicked civilians.

He needed to move the vehicle, now. We're going to grab the bus! The voice telegraphed their actions to the rest of the team as Atrophy first wrenched the door handles to break their mechanism, so as to prevent them from swinging open halfway in midair. He stooped over to lift the entire bus, making sure his grip held true onto the undercarriage. He began to float upwards, to seek the best direction, and decided to make a go for it through whatever the enemy might throw at him! Cover me!

Smoothly, quickly Atrophy launches into the air, carrying the burning bus with him as the missile that was screaming towards the vehicle go whistling by. He soars past the drones with his payload, intent on moving the robot passengers to safety... and then realized that the drone is still painting the bus with its laser, and the fast-moving warhead is coming around, zeroing in!

Atrophy considered trying to take out the missile with his entropic aura, for his hands were full, literally, from carrying the bus overhead. But that would still leave him vulnerable to any remaining attacks. Could he make it to the safe zone in time? He pressed forward, as speedy as his flight could take him, aiming for the far end of the tarmac. According to the rules of the test that should suffice to achieve the goal for this bus. He tried to avoid the three drones ahead of him, and half anticipated that the ground troops would be taking potshots. Hopefully he could tank the hits.

Onward he pressed until he reached the target destination far end, and quickly set the bus down. He had reached the end point! Turning around, he saw that the missile was still zeroing in on his location!

As Atrophy soars past the buildings nearest the runway, small arms fire suddenly crackles in the air. Battle rifles and light machineguns flash from the windows in three different buildings, chasing the hero through the sky with high-velocity fire!

Gunfire sounds from the north end of the base, and the locked-on missile continues to bear down on the bus Atrophy is holder!

It was too much to hope for, that Atrophy could fly straight through the defended zone without having the soldiers pepper him with small arms fire. With his hands full, short of using the bus to block the bullets, there was nothing he could do except trust his invulnerability to deflect the hail of gunfire.

She fights the intrusion, but she's never had much practice versus psychic attacks. As she feels her defence breaking she tries to shove all her secrets to the back of her mind. But well, if you try not to think of pinks elephants.

There's a flash, of a human in old fashioned garb, a blue starry hand on their forehead as they begin to age, along with feeling of energy, euphoria, as the owner of the hand. Psion. No Nocturne, feeds.

'Stay out of my mind. You were not invited' She growls. This wasn't good. How much could be seen? Then after a pause as she thinks the words as well, her annoyance clearly coming through with the message.

She again chargers the closest robot. Her previously tactic did work, though as she grapples the creature for a moment her eyes going to Psion. Oh how she'd love to throw it at him right now, break this link. But no. They were a team. A squad. She had to adjust to these ones, even though they were nothing like the one lost.

So with a grunt she again tries to launch one mechakitty at another. Two ships one blast.

Sable shakes her head, and pulls a leaf that had caught in her fringe! She reaches around, until she unlodges the stick that was prodding her in the small of her back!

"Shit… That sucked!" she says, gathering herself up and climbing out of the groove she had driven into the forest floor!

Please tell me you dealt with the jags… she thinks to the others, but the continued sounds of battle already give her her answer!

At the northeast end of the base, Atrophy feels bullets striking him, but he is unharmed. The sum of the troopers shooting at him is only that they are poorer for ammunition by the end of their protracted barrage!

The streaking missile, though, bears down on him, on the bus he carries to safety...