>>5329770>>5329978>>5330250The mission has to take priority. You all knew it wasn't that simple, it would be harder to complete while missing the two most equipped Units. "We have to split up the Fire Team. Nineteen and I will go the long way around. While the rest of you will take the shortcut and head to the mission coordinates." The mood took an even heavier turn as you gesture out to the hunching buildings, mechanical index finger pointing out the route. "That's crazy!" Eleven retorts, looking around the collection of pilots for support. The others don't say anything, instead they wait to see what happened. "Then stay here if you can't keep up." Six tuts as the Nomad Swallow begin the saunter over to where the first building meets the crumbling edge. "You better not keep us waiting for long, just imagine we need your support." With that said the girl began to make the crossing, slowly at first before pushing the Phobos. The lighter unit easily traversing the steep side. "Don't take too long!" Three says along the comms as Nine joins in. "See ya Boss!" Pausing only briefly before subduing his hesitation Eleven joins the others wordlessly.
You and Nineteen were just dead weight now the mission always takes priority. Rolling your shoulders, Something Wicked did the same. No time like the present. While the knights cut a path along the dilapidated crossing, the Maxima Dracul and you go the long way around. You didn't have to be psionic to know that everyone wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. Down here you felt like you were behind god's back. As your eyes linger on the questionable terrain approaching you watch the rapier types glide further up the colossal tower. They are still within LO Comms range and were quickly leaving it. You try not to worry. You try to focus on your own journey. Watching for any hazardous obstacles.
Skirting around the edge of the grim pit. The heavy rivers flow with sunbleached refuge and bones, the parades of remains clatter together as they are carried down into the immense hollow below. "Welcome to Acheron… or are we already in Hades?" A voice muffled through the LO Comms, the wavelengths vibrating you though the umbral sphere. You thought it could have been Three or Nineteen. But you weren't sure. "What?" You asked the other pilot, an observer lens zooming in on the Maxima as it kept pace behind you. "Seven?" The Prince Class pilot asked, voice dense with confusion. You hold your tongue and ignore the words.
