>>6309499>>6309528>>6309636>>6309643As Aiman commanded away various members of the remaining pilot squad of the Freikugel, you quickly pull in ahead for them, Aimain lifting a D-Type missile pod from your hull and tossing it to his wingman as he rallied ahead.
"Maverick, Black-Band! On me! We're taking down these turrets!" You hailed a roger to that order, manipulating a missile-pod in your other manipulator arm as you boosted forth from Aiman's position!
He didn't call you back, but then again, taking automated turrets just led by targeting beacons only involved not stepping into their line-of-fire.
<span class="mu-i">Now, of course, that wasn't all that was to be involved as a port in the moon-base opens up</span>
Mistral Mobile Armours deployed out in desperation, opening fire with their vulcan cannons blindly as you start sidelining and evading their fire as you grit your teeth.
<span class="mu-i">No way they ran out of Moebius within the base?! And even unmodified without cannons?</span>
You grit your teeth at the desperate maneuvers before readying to comply with your objective.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Right as two Orange Moebius pinged into your sensors.</span></span>