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A whisper on the wind. Conflicting thoughts.
Let them go
No. Not while you yet stand. The open hand becomes a fist. Blade flickers expectantly from fed energy.
Jamming ceases, while you try to find a connection to the reinforcements. A Lieutenant in motion outranks a Captain. Authority.
Connect to leader. Channel established. Follow Protocol. Speak.
“C-Co…ba…”
And your messaging isn’t working. Of course. It’s all so slow.
You resort to instead sending straight data. Your tracking of Air Raider’s course, current targeting data, and demanded intercept point.
The response is immediate, characteristic of some sort of Battle computer, which acknowledges and replies that it is forwarding to its operator.
Inferior, worthless machine that can’t take steps without another’s say-so.
The opportunity is now. The chance is Now. And they will let it slip away.
A human reply follows. It seems familiar.
“You’re breaking up, repeat.”
Ronin begins to pace, edging closer to you. Demanding attention.
“Fl-Flier. Es-cape. Get. Kill.”
Words don’t come easy.
“Receiving your targeting data. Nero, bring it down.”
A barrage of missiles launches into the air, soaring away towards the flier.
Thus, it becomes another's responsibility.
