05:30 GST May 8th 2125AD
Helena Chase was roused from her sleep as the phone rang nearby her bed. The auburn haired woman sighed as she sat up and picked the receiver up. "Chase speaking. What is it."
"the 41st patrol group picked up a defold signature five minutes ago ma'am," A young officer replied crisply. "It seems to be a Triolian remnant battle group and they're 3 light minutes away from our position."
"How many?" Helena asked as she sat up in bed.
"Fifty ships ma'am," the officer informed her then supplied with additional information "Their battle group make up is One Battleship, Nine Carriers Twenty battlecruisers and 20 destroyers ma'am."
"Have they responded to our hails?" Helena asked again, now sitting up in bed.
"No ma'am," the officer replied crisply.
"I'll be right there!" Helena replied as she slipped out of bed and started to get dressed. "I want a full report on the situation as soon as I step on the bridge."
"Understood ma'am!" the officer replied then cut the link.
Helena sighed and frowned thoughtfully.
Superdimensional Fortress Kaguya: Homefront
Chapter One Taking Charge of a bad situation.
Written by Darkranger12 and Shanejayell
08:30GST May 8th 2125AD 31st combined fleet,Earl, Sagitarrius Arm
Take a shot/Nana Mizuki/Alive and Kicking
A sleek yet heavily armed variable fighter burst through a cloud of expanding gas and flame then banked to the right to chase after a Neo-Glaug battlepod. It rolled and weaved through space as the variable battlepod tried to shake it. However, its pilot was a cool and calm veteran and continued to dog the variable craft patiently. Intently she lined the enemy up in her gun sight then pulled the trigger, launching a flight of mini-missiles. the mini missiles rocketed away from their launchers, then bobbed, weaved and corkscrewed through space as the Glaug tried to evade them.
the Neo-Glaug pilot might have gotten a momentary satisfaction as he dodged the last missile, only to realize the fighter was in position to open fire.
"Bye bye." Dustine grunted as she blazed away with her 57mm cannon and her beam machine guns. the triple salvo tore the glaug to shreds and turned it into another bright fireball.
"Got another." the copper skinned pilot sighed, banking away.
"Gold Four to Gold Three!" Gertrude Barkhorn barked over the commline as her VF-19E guarded a pair of damaged machines. "Gold Four to Gold Three! Come in!"
"This is Gold Three, What is it Gold Four?" Dustine demanded crisply.
"Gold three we're taking heavy fire from the enemy," Gertrud reported "I can't effectively fight them off and guard the wounded. Can you give us a hand?"
'Wounded?' Dustine blinked then frowned as she rammed her throttle to full power, the extra gees pushing her back into the ejection seat. "Hold on Gold Four we're on our way. Gold Three Out. Bronze One your with me."
"Yes ma'am," Erica Hartmann blurted over the commline as they charged towards gold fours location. They rolled and weaved through the oncoming fire, nearly getting caught in the cross fire. there were a few near misses, and she was gonna owe Erica Hartmann for covering her ass, but Dustine quickly reached where the distress call originated. She frowned as she saw a trio of VF-19s blazing away at their targets while trying to defend a pair of damaged machines. Somehow eight attackers had broken through the outer ring of defenders, and their allies were too busy fighting for their lives to support.
"Well," Dustine muttered as she dove into the fray, blazing away with her cannons. "This is just not acceptable."
Seizing the advantage of surprise Dustine swiftly blew up two battlepods before anyone realized she was there. Barkhorne's unit, who was wielding a 57mm squad support gunpod, laid down some surpressive fire as Erica's and Dustine's unit formed up alongside hers. Together the three pilots took down the attackers, even as they drove them away from the damaged units.
Dustine puffed out a breath and called out to the squadron leaders as she checked upon their damaged units. "Gold One Gold Two can you read me? Gold One Gold Two come in!"
"Their comms are down ma'am," Barkhorn reported as a VF-19 with ecm gear checked on them. "We're trying to get a reading on their lifesigns now."
"Okay what about command...we've got to call this in." Dustine noted.
"Communications are out with command, Gold Three," Barkhorn reported, "we're on our own out here."
"Damn it," Dustine grunted. "they're jamming our comms aren't they."
"That and their selectively targeting squadron and wing leaders, ma'am" Barkhorne sighed then nodded. "We have enough power on the short range waves to get through to each other but that's it."
"I see," Dustine nodded, glanced at the damaged units then sighed. "Who's senior officer of the 501st then, Gold Four."
"Uhm... that'd be you, major," Gertrude noted.
'Fuck,' Dustine thought, mind racing. She patched into the local network, calling out to all that could here her. "This is Major Dustine Ageni, as senior officer on site I am taking overall command. I'm requesting immediate assistance from any units in the immediate area. That is all. Over."
"Now we're talking," Gertrud grinned.
"Squad leaders, shout out. I need to know how many made it." Dustine barked.
"Silver squad reporting for duty," Erica hartmann nodded, her young face appearing in Dustine's left display.
"Bronze squad reporting for duty as well, Major," Elia spoke up, her face appearing in Dustine's right display.
'Thank god we didn't lose Erica and Elia,' Dustine mused. She'd need their help trying to keep things under control. She nodded then gazed at the both of them. "Silver squad form a perimeter, bronze squad back them up."
"Yes ma'am," Erica, Elia and the remaining members of Hammer Squadron harmonized and took their positions.
"Bronze Four see if you can send a pulse update to Delta six," Dustine blurted. "Use the laser comm system if you have to."
"Yes ma'am," Sanya nodded and went to work quietly.
"Where's Miyafuji?" Dustine asked curiously
"She's using her magic hands waldos to try to make some repairs to Mio's fighter, Gold Three," Elia reported, her mech pointing toward a machine hovering next to one of the damaged battroids. "She's surprisingly good at it..."
Dustine glanced over at the machine and asked her. "How's it coming Bronze Two?"
"I'm patching around the damage but it's slow going," Miyafuji admitted.
"Keep at it," Dustine nodded. "We need to get them out of here."
"Yes ma'am!" Miyafuji nodded
"Lynette!" Dustine barked out to the another member of bronze flight.
"Y.. yes!" the girl squeaked
"Do a visual scan and let us know if anything big is coming." Dustine ordered, frowning a bit. "This includes large squadrons. Sensors are as screwed as long rang communications."
"Yes ma'am!" she agreed as she moved off to perch on a piece of wreckage.
"Think we'll need that ma'am?" Elia asked curiously.
"If a destroyer or anything smaller is advancing on our position I want some warning that it's coming," Dustine shrugged then shook her head "Besides, you do not want to face a Zentradi Gunboat without backup. Once they slapped a destroyer cannon on an airframe, added an engine, and let it loose. It was hard bringing it down."
"I'm sure that would ruin everyone's day," Charolette 'Shirley' Yeager noted wryly.
"Indeed," Gertrud nodded.
"Would a combining machine ruin our day?" Miyafuji wondered out loud.
"What are you talking about?" Gertrud frowned.
"It may be a rumor, but I've heard that the opposing fleet may hove units that combine into a larger 40 meter unit," Miyafuji reported over the commline.
"Don't spread such rumors Miyafuji," Gertrud growled at the mechanicically inclined pilot then glanced over her shoulder when Lynette made a suprised sound.
"Uh..." Lynette paused then asked her teammate and friend. "Yoshika...would these machines look like larger Nousjadeul-Gur with large thruster packs?"
"Uhm, maybe, why?" Yoshika replied.
"Because there's two of them heading this way!" Lynette reported with wide eyes. "they're surrounded by three large squadrons comprised of Neo-Glaugs and Battlesuits. One of the squadrons is taking point."
"Distance and ETA!" Dustine demanded.
"100,000 meters and closing!" Lynette blurted as she tried not to panic. "ETA is in 11 minutes ma'am."
"Calm down lieutenant!" Dustine barked at the near panicking pilot as she looked over at Yoshika. "How much time do you need to fix both units."
"20 minutes for both ma'am," Yoshika reported as silver squad slipped into position, ready to repel the oncoming force.
"Great." Dustine sighed, mind racing as she weighed her options. As she did, directional cues and a collision warning causing her to look up to see a octuplet of neo glaugs bared down on the perimeter. She swore under her breath and aimed her gunpod at the machines. "Look alive ladies. We've got company. Bronze flight protect the damaged machines no matter what."
"Yes ma'am!" Erica and the others blurted as their machines readied for combat. the variable battlepods swept in, meeting a large fusillade of cannon fire as Dustine and the others blasted away at the Neo-glaugs. Some of the glaugs were instantly torn to shreds while the others jinked and bobbed away in gerwalk mode only to return fire with their impact cannons.
Dustine snarled and brought up her bulletproof anti projectile shield to deflect the cannon rounds as she fired back while Gertrud and Erica launched a fullisade of micromissiles from their all-environment FAST Pack conformal propellant tanks and their wing mounted SPS-25S/MF25 High-maneuverability Super FAST pack systems.
The missiles, mixed with gunfire, drove the enemy back as they had to jink and run to try to evade the salvoes that the defenders were pouring out into the inky blackness of space.
"Push them back!" Dustine ordered as they fired, blazing away at the machines as she fired her own salvo of missile fire from her super packs.
Dustine felt a surge of hope as the enemy pulled back, then squelched it as the mixed squadron of glaugs and battlesuits began to arrive. Just beyond them, the squadrons escorting the two larger units surged closer and closer, looming on them like a horde of locusts.
"Oh damn it..." one the girls cursed as the ones that pulled back assisted the new arrivals.
"Eyes front, all business people," Dustine ordered, continuing to blaze away at her targets. "there's just more things to shoot."
"Keep at it," Barkhorn agreed blazing away with her squad support gunpod.
"But there's so many," Lucchini whined.
"Don't worry, I've got your back," Shirley nodded.
"Still..." Perrine blinked then gasped when visual cues and proximity warnings howled in her headset then looked in the direction of the new contacts "More?!"
"Wait..." Sanya called out quietly over the battle network. "I'm getting friendly signals. there's at least three dozen units inbound, ma'am. ETA is less that five minutes."
"Thank god..." Dustine sighed over the battle network as a large squadron comprised of heavily armed variable fighters, Personal Troopers, and 50 meter Super Robots surged towards the beleaguered unit. She kept fighting along side Gertrude's unit as the large squadron plowed into the fray, using all of their their weaponry to chew through their adversaries to get to Dustine's squadron.
Gyakkou No Flugel/Zwei Wing/Nana Mizuki and Minami Takayama
"Scepter lead to Hammer three can you hear me?" A familiar voice from Dustine's past spoke up as squadron of heavily armed VF-25 variable fighters barreled through the swarm with guns blazing. the squadron destroyed at least six units then banked towards the beleaguered unit as the voice called out again. "Hammer Three please respond."
'Nanoha!' Dustine thought as the Messiah's burst out of the snarl and swept in to join them. the messiahs quickly transformed to battroid mode and started to blaze away at the incoming battlepods and battlesuits as Dustine answered the familiar voices cry. "This is Major Dustine Ageni, acting commander of Hammer squadron. Go ahead, Scepter lead."
"We've been assigned to assist you," the person answered with a smile. the screen the screen was staticy with jamming but the face was instantly familiar to the copper skinned woman "Looks like you need quite a bit of help."
"Good to see you," Dustine smiled gratefully at her face as Nanoha's light white and blue VF-25F Messiah and Fate's black and red VF-25S Messiah flanked her unit on either side "With this many bogeys We need all the help we can get."
"Were happy to help," Nanoha nodded as Fate and she blasted a pair of battlesuits, the other pilots joining the formation that Dustine's team had maintained. As Stars Squad assisted Dustine's Squad, Lighting squad struck quickly with lightning fast attacks at the opposing units trying to take shots at them.
"Striker One to Gold three where do you want us?" Eriol Mondial, squad leader of Striker Squad spoke up over the commline as his unit slipped in alongside Stars Squad.
"Gold Three to Striker one," Dustine answered back crisply. "Move to the right flank and take Lucchini's and Perrine's place. Perrine. Luchhini return to Silver flights side. Got it."
"Yes ma'am!" they harmonized, obeying her orders as they switched positions. As Eriol moved into position, he took in his surroundings and noticed a pair of damaged battroids before focusing on the enemy in front of him.
"So that's what happened to the Colonel and her XO," He mused as another Messiah battroid formed up along side them. "How are their vitals? Are they okay?"
"their comms are down," Caro noted then smiled in relief. "their life signs are stable. they might be hurt in there though. Shall I report that to the acting commander."
"Later." Eriol decided as the two commanders of each squadron worked together. "I think she have enough to worry about."
"She's in good hands now, though," Caro noted as Dustine's white and light blue VF-19E Super Excalibur and Nanoha's White and blue Armored messiah went up against a pair of battlesuits. the pair bobbed and weaved through a fusillade of impact cannon fire and fired off a volley of micromissiles at their opponents.
"Yeah..." Eriol nodded then blinked at a message flashing on his HUD. He then smiled as the group of high powered personal troopers burst through the right side. "they're here."
"Yeah," Caro smiled as the personal troopers swept in and started to blaze away at the Triolian Remnant forces as they tried to push through the void that the personal trooper squadron had created. Dustine noticed them too. She smiled gratefully that they were using all of their weapons to stop the remnant forces in their tracks. She watched them thoughtfully, then grunted when she watched a pair of battroid like machines looped around, corkscrewed through micro missile fire then then rolled into an attack with their beam gunpods.
"Is that..." Dustine muttered as the battlesuit tried to bob and weave through the attack. Instead of relenting, the personal troopers concentrated their beamfire on the battlesuits torso. the attack tore trough the suits armor, leaving the suit smoking sparking heap as the units whizzed past it. "Arika?! Nina?! Is that you?!"
"Sempai"! A happy voice squealed in her ear as her unit whirled around, jetted forward and cut another battlesuit in half with an oddly shaped sword.
"Ow!" Dustine winced. "Arika! Not so loud!"
"Sorry!" Arika chirped as she dashed off to the left flank. "Glad that your okay ma'am!"
"Additional squads are moving in to support, ma'am," Nina Wong told Dustine seriously as her machine dashed after Arika's machine as a large group of battlepods pressed attacks against it.
"Glad to have you," Dustine smiled. She was always impressed by Nina, the orphan who achieved so much by her own skills. She then blinked at the visual cue on her HUD. 'Eh?! She's a member of one of UN SPACYs elite special force personal trooper teams?! Not bad!'
"Thanks Nina," Dustine nodded as a few Personal Troopers fell in line, strengthening their left flank. "Help is fine but we're running low on ammo and we still need to get word back to fleet."
"We're working on that..." A male voice drawled dryly then blurted out over the commline as a pair of battlesuits tried to rush her. "Major! behind you!"
Dustine gasped then jetted out of the way just as a bulky heavily armored red Personal trooper dashed forward to intercept the units. It thrust a powerful looking stake into one, slammed two rounds home, causing the stake to tear through armor and the alien within, then pulled the stake out.
the suit then whriled around, peppered the other machine with large titanium ball bearings. the ball bearings ripped through the battlesuit like it was paper, causing it to tumble backwards through space. the large red machine jetted away before both exploded into bright fireballs.
"Damn..." Dustine muttered, impressed at the machines weaponry. "This is Captain Kyosuke Nanbu of the ATX Squadron," A man's voice spoke up over the commline, his masculine face appeared on her screen a second later as the 20 meter bulky, heavily armed machine turned towards her unit. "We've got some help on the way. You can count on our assistance, Major. Where do you want us?"
"Fortify the left flank and assist the units there." Dustine answered crisply as more units fell into place around the central flank. "Captain Hartmann is going to need all the help she can get."
"Roger that," Kyousuke answered and boosted away towards the left flank. "C'mon Excellen."
"Yes sah," Excellen Browning replied cheerfully over the commline. the cheery blonde's visage appeared on Dustine's left screen, flashing a grin and a wink at her as the organic looking white mech with wings followed after the bulky red machine "Catch ya later, Dusty-chan."
"I really wish people wouldn't call me that," Dustine sighed as they worked together as the enemy squadrons advanced on the combined force. the combined unit worked together, teaming up on the Battlesuits and Neo glaugs two at a time. they fought fast and hard as the larger super robots laid down covering fire and used their special attacks when needed.
One of the units, a 40 meter tall angelic looking unit, glanced in gold flights direction and dashed off as a quartet of battlesuits ganged up on Dustine's light blue and white Variable fighter.
Dustine grunted angrily as their impact cannons blazed away at her ballistics shield and her pinpoint barrier. "Damn it. Damn it. Cut it out you guys!"
"Gold One boost away immediately!" A voice called out over the commline as klaxon warnings warbled in her headset. Dustine did as she was told, in time to see the 43 meter angelic looking super robot speeding past her. She watched the machine out go to work out of the corner of her eye, blazing away at another target. the angelic looking machine destroyed one with its beam rapier, blasted another with its shield mounted weapon point blank then skewered two machines at once."
'Impressive,' Dustine noted to herself then called out over the commline. "Thanks, Lotus One, I needed that."
"Your welcome, Major Ageni," Lamia Loveless, the green haired pilot of the angelic looking robot nodded and sliced another suit with her beam rapier. "Ei!"
Dustine would have loved getting a beam saber like that, then guessed that tapping her variable fighter's power systems to run it would kill preformance.
"Oh well," Dustine sighed, then grunted when one unit rushed at her with guns blazing. Instinctively she backpedaled, grabbed a combat blade out of her anti-ballistic shield, bobbed and weaved through the cannon fire as she boosted towards her target then swiped at it with full force; creating a huge gash in the battlesuits chest armor. Moments later, Lamia's unit swept quickly behind it and cut a deep gash in its back, slicing off its missile launchers and some of its thrusters in the process. then both machines delivered a killing blow as they rammed their respective blades through the machine and boosted away before the suits generators went critical.
"Not bad..." Dustine noted as the battlesuit exploded in a fireball.
"You did quite well yourself, major," Lamia complimented her as they went after another suit. Dustine caught up with the unit, blazed away with her cannons and beam machine guns and jetted away as Lamia's machine finished it off with its beam rapier. "I'm Captain Lamia Loveless; leader the Lotus team. Do you want us to remain here?"
"No," Dustine shook her head knowing full well that central flank was quite strong now. "Fortify the right flank. That's where we're the weakest."
"Yes ma'am," Lamia answered crisply then called out to her team as her angelic looking unit dashed away. "Agressor One to the rest of the Agressor Team,
move to the right flank and fortify it. That is all."
"Yes ma'am!" the squadron harmonized and followed after her.
Nanoha smiled, watching her long time friend thoughtfully as they laid down some supressive fire at the central flank. "Dustine's handling herself well, isn't she?"
"Yes. She is. Mmm?!" Fate nodded then grunted when a new contact appeared on the screen. Moments later, a shuttle like craft and a mixed squadron of PTs, transformable messerlion fighters and and a 40 meter super burst through the the swarm of battlesuits and battlepods.
"Buoys and support units away..." A gruff womans voice blurted over the commline as a armored shuttle like craft passed overhead and spat out a short range communications buoy and sextet of Gespenst MK II customs carrying armored modules on their backs. the shuttle with its escorts then banked to the right and powered through the swarm to deliver more buoys and support units to another part of the battlefield. "Courtesy of Gasgconge's delivery service."
"Gasgoconge!" Dustine perked up as she fought alongside the angelic looking pink and white 40 meter super robot. "Its been ages."
"Don't look so happy, you," the image of a tall, muscular and dusky skinned woman frowned back at her. "You stood me up, Ageni!"
"It wasn't my fault!" Dustine blurted over the commline. "We had to sortie the last minute."
"Yeah yeah, thats what the romeos ALL say," Gascogne grumbled.
"Oho...what is this?" Excellen purred over the commline. "Do I hear a lovers spat?"
"Knock it off Excellen." Kyosuke sighed over the commline.
"But they're so tsundere!" Excellen pointed out.
"We are NOT!" Dustine and Gasgoconge blurted at the same time.
"See?" Excellen grinned.
"Geeze..." Dustine sighed.
"Glad to see you're okay," Gascogne relented a bit.
"What about you?" Dustine asked as Nanoha's and Fate's unit dealt with another machine then joined her in taking out a trio of battlepods. "Will you be alright?"
"We'll be fine, trust me," Gascogne noted.
"Well..." Dustine frowned then blinked when Lynette gasped. "What is it Lieutenant?!"
"One of the combiners and its escorts are changing course." Lynette reported as she watched the large group veer away from the combined force and surged towards the shuttle. "they're now in an intercept course for the shuttle, ma'am!"
"Eh?!" Dustine gasped then blurted over the commline warning her former lover and friend. "Gold three to Gascogne! You've got a big problem heading your way!"
"I said we'll be fine," Gasgogne repeated then hummphed as the mixed squadron formed a defensive formation around the shuttle. "Besides, I'm sure all your exes will protect me."
"I did NOT date all your waitresses," Dustine sighed.
"Just most of them," Gasgogne teased.
"Jeez," Dustine blushed then blinked when a tan-colored Gespenst MK II custom manuevered towards her machine. "Er...hello."
"Hello Major, " A waitress called out sweetly as the mech stopped a few feet away from her. the waitress smiled at her from the display screen and tilted herhead cutely "Do you need some gunpod clips? Micro Missiles?" there was a pause before the waitress spoke up again."Or maybe you would like me?"
"Er..." Dustine blushed.
Several of the girls chuckled as they went about the combined squadron, delivering ammo to those that need it.
"Flirt later, Mei," Gascogne ordered over the commline.
"Yes ma'am," Mei, the red-haired waitress, sighed then looked at her with a smile. "Well what will it be?"
Blushingly, Dustine checked her ammo count on her left screen then nodded to the redhead in a maids outfit. "Yeah. I'm a little low. I'm going to need two ammo clips...and can you top my missile launchers off to please."
"Yes ma'am, right away ma'am," the redhead nodded as the machine handed two spare clips, backed away, then manuevered behind her machine to load the micro missiles in the conformal and super fast packs. the redhead switched to a private line and whispered softly. "We miss you ma'am. We hope you are well."
"I am," Dustine nodded then sighed as she expelled the nearly spent gunpod clip into space and replaced it with one of the newer ones "We'll talk later, okay?"
"Okay!" the redhead smiled happily then backed away from her machine once when the loading operation was done. "See ya later, ma'am!"
"See you..." Dustine nodded at her, then moved off to rejoin Nanoha and Fate as they supported Barkhorns unit. the pair briefly gave her wry smiles then continued to support gold flight as Dustine blushed a bit. the copper skinned woman glanced at her instruments, glanced in the direction of the oncoming force then frowned as she called out over the commline. "they're almost here! How's it coming Yoshika."
"the repairs on Major Sakamoto's unit are complete," Yoshika Miyafuji reported, her mech moving away from Sakamoto's Battroid as it moved its right arm fluidly. "Thank goodness," Dustine nodded.
"Sadly the radio was a complete loss," Miyafuji reported to her. "there are critical components I can't repair or replace."
"Damn." Dustine sighed as Sakamoto's battroid pointed to the central flank and moved off towards it. Dustine smiled then looked back at Miyafuji. "See if you can repair Minna's radio."
"Again, it's pretty gutted... I could hook up a hard line into her suit if you like?" Miyafuji reported.
"Please..." Dustine sighed as she brought her mech in as close as she could do Minna's. She frowned as she looked at the damage this close... it had to have taken precision fire to burn out the radios. 'But How...?'
Miyafuji patched one end of the cable into Minna's damaged unit then the other into Dustines. As Miyafuji made the connections Dustine felt a surge of relief as Minna's voice came through.
"Ah. Hello. Who is this?" Minna asked.
"Its me, Dustine, Minna," Dustine answered her as the mechs hovered in space close while Miyafuji started doing repairs on her machine. "How are you?"
"So high on painkillers I don't care," Minna said cheerilly as she clutched her arm in the dimly lit cockpit of her Excalibur. "My left arm is broken, both legs are a mess and I heard a whistle of escaping air. Looks like that stopped."
"Damn it..." Dustine grunted over the commline.
"Did someone take charge out there? My vids and everything is shot..." Minna asked her.
"I did, actually," Dustine admitted.
"Good. That way they'll miss me until I come back." Minna said cheerfully.
"Gee, thanks.." Moments later a burst of movement caught her eyes as three 50 meter super robots and Lamia's dashed off in the direction of the oncoming force and the Zentradi combiner. "Damn it, it's about to get messy."
"Get going," Minna ordered, "I'll be fine here."
"You're lying." Dustine murmured.
"Okay, I'll be miserable sitting in my wreck." Minna answered her. "But I'm still alive and you've got a mixed squadron to command. So GO!"
"Understood!" Dustine grunted, pulling the cable out of her unit then jetted away. She looked back at bronze squad and called out to them. "Lynette, Yoshika, Elia, Sanya...defend her with your life! That's an order!"
"Yes ma'am!" The members of Bronze flight called out to her and formed up a last ditch defensive perimeter around Minna's unit as Dustine's unit burst away towards the oncoming remant force.
Minna smiled wanly at her then rested her head back a bit.
"Go clean their clocks," Minna murmured abit too sweetly then drifted off into a state of unconsciousness. As she fell unconscious, Dustine's unit rejoined gold flight as they dashed in to intercept the large squadron of battlesuits and Neo-glaugs. She grinned as Nanoha and Fate swept in alongside her and blazed away at the oncoming attackers with their anti-ship cannons when they were in range.
She worked with her old squadmates as they bobbed and weaved through the cannon fire, transforming to battroid mode to take out a pair of neo-glaugs then shifting back to fighter mode to chase after a pair of battlesuits.
Nanoha and Fate kept with her as she bobbed and weaved through the oncoming cannon fire, taking out units as they got a little too close to Dustine's unit. She smiled wordlessly at the pair then continued on through the large unit. The combined allied squadron worked together as they clawed into the larger squadron of battlesuits and Neo glaugs.
As they did, Sanya quietly relayed a message to the combined their fleet about their situation.
To be continued.
