The year 2040: The AD Police were all transferred to deal with boomer
related crimes in other areas of Japan while Tokyo was rebuilt. But now
they've started to rebuild the AD Police, calling back the old officers and
building a new totem pole. This is to deal not with rogue boomers, but
with the new software available on the black market that makes it so a
child could reprogram a construction or office boomer to do anything
(boomers are back in use in Tokyo, Genom is still producing them, they
managed to wriggle out of any guilty position). They are now being used in
all kinds of crimes and both the AD Police and the Knight Sabers are really
straining to keep it under control.
Chapter 1: Surprise
The off duty AD Police officer took a sip of his beer as he watched the singer performing on stage. She was so involved with her song, he just couldn't look away. He had missed watching her sing, missed watching her. He sighed and took another sip, wondering how happy she would be to see him.
The singer closed her eyes as she finished her song, she always felt so good and so strong, singing was her true passion. As she opened her eyes again to look out at the crowd before walking offstage she caught sight of a familiar face sitting by the bar. She hadn't seen that face in a long time, but she was sure it was him. A welter of conflicting emotions grappled within her as old memories came back to her, some painful, some not. Mostly painful. She turned to go before he noticed he looking at him (naturally it was too late) and went backstage with the rest of her band. She sat down and thought about what she should do, why he was even here, how she should act towards him or if she should leave now and forget about it. The rest of her band looked at her curiously, usually after a performance she would shoot off, they had never seen her this deep in thought when she wasn't composing.
Leon looked up as he heard someone sitting down in the stool next to him. "I haven't seen you around for a while," a husky, feminine voice said calmly. "What happened to you?" "You know I was transferred," he replied shortly, nervous about his first conversation with Priss in almost seven years. "I mean after that," she said with a hint of irritation in her voice, "you never came back." she sounded almost hurt, but was doing a good job of hiding it. "I got - tied up with commitments," he said, thinking of how to phrase it. She would have to find out sometime if they stayed in contact, but now wasn't the right time. Priss nodded her head in understanding and took a large gulp of the vodka martini the barkeep had just handed to her.
"Are you here for good then, I know they're rebuilding the totem pole," she said, still not looking directly at him. "Yup" was his response, "I would never pass up the chance to get back in the ADP and out of the normal police." he sounded slightly more excited, he had been so happy when he found out they were recalling old ADP officers to deal with the boomers being used in crimes. "How've you been doing?" he asked her, trying to keep the conversation neutral. "OK" she said, not really wanting to go into any detail about her life, especially since nothing had really changed. "Sign, fight boomers, the usual."
"Good." he said, almost surprised nothing had happened to her, but not surprised at the same time. She stood up abruptly, going to leave. Not wanting her to get away again, Leon followed her, asking where she was going. "I just remembered, I have to get home," Priss said as she walked out of the door of Hot Legs. "Let me walk you," Leon said, almost pleading. It was painful being with her after they had broke up so suddenly after the Galatea crisis with him being transferred and her being mildly traumatized by the entire experience, but he still didn't want to let her go. She stopped and looked at him for a moment, standing very close, then nodded and turned to go slowly.
"There's something you should know," she said, breaking the silence. "Oh?" Leon suddenly became interested. "There's someone following us." Leon's eyes widened in surprise and he resisted the urge to spin around and look behind. "How do you know?" he asked quietly, wondering how she could be that calm and nonchalant. But then this was Priss. "He's been stalking me for a few days, he follows me everywhere, calls and hangs up, I haven't had the chance to deal with him yet." "Do you want me to help?" Once again she looked at him, and once again she nodded her agreement. "We ca go around this corner, you hide in the doorway and I'll keep going, when he comes around, grab him and hold him still." she said it quickly, almost forgetting herself and letting a tone of excitement into her voice. "Ok." the detective said briskly, all business.
They turned the corner and Leon slunk off into the nearest doorway while Priss continued to walk calmly down the street. A small figure came cautiously around the corner, speeding up to follow Priss and trying not to be seen. The figure let out a yelp of surprise as he felt Leon's strong arms around him, pinning him to the wall. The teenager swore silently to himself, he should have expected something like this to happen. Oh well, he thought as Priss turned to jog back to them, this was one way to start a conversation with Priss.
Priss looked her stalker up and down, slowly studying him. He was about 13, with short dark brown hair and fairly pale skin. He looked very nervous, but not scared like he should have been. He also looked very vaguely familiar, but she had no idea why. Why had this child been following her? Maybe she should ask him that. She closed the gap between them and got a hard look in her eye. "Who are you?" she asked, steel in her voice, the boy gulped nervously, "Kail" he said quietly. "Why have you been following me?" Another gulp. "I - uh - I wanted to - talk with you." he replied nervously, almost stuttering with apprehension. "About what?" Priss' voice was deathly quiet now, she did not appreciate being stalked and wanted to know what this kid was about. And why he looked so damn familiar. "About what?" she reiterated, putting deadly emphasis on each syllable. "About my mother!" he finally blurted out, not able to stand the tension anymore. Priss stood stock still with wide eyes and her mouth hanging slightly open. "K...Kail..." she stuttered, to shocked to say anything coherent.
Meanwhile Leon was looking with confusion from one to the other, trying to absorb the full meaning of it all. Suddenly it hit him like a brick wall and he nearly dropped the teenager he was still holding pinned up against the wall. He couldn't say anything, he was just too shocked. It couldn't be...
Priss stared at Kail's face for several moments, trying to come to grips with it all. They said he had died... he couldn't be here... he couldn't be alive... "Kail..." she stuttered again, gently reaching out to touch his face to make sure he was really there. "M - Mother" Kail sobbed, finally able to say the word as he stood face to face with the woman he had looked so hard for and wanted to meet for so long. Now Leon really did drop him, and he landed on the ground in a heap. Priss knelt down in front of him, not knowing how to react or what to say. Tentatively she reached out and gathered her son to her chest, holding him so close and trying not to think about anything.
Gradually they pulled away from each other, embarrassed and not sure of what to say or how to act. Finally Priss had to break the silence. "Where are your parents?" she asked quietly. "They died in the boomer revolution." there was no pain in his voice as he said it; he said it as a fact. "I'm sorry. Where do you live?" "I stayed here during the takeover in an old abandoned warehouse that hadn't been touched yet. No one claimed it when everyone came back so I'm still there. I've been looking for you since then." Once again there was no emotion. Priss' eyes widened slightly that he had been living alone for seven years. But then so had she at his age.
"Why don't you come back to my trailer?" Priss offered after a long awkward pause. He looked at her with an undecipherable expression and then stood up, seeming to realize for the first time they had both been almost lying on the cement alley floor. Priss still hadn't looked at Leon, who had been staring at her open-mouthed the entire time. He recovered some of his composure when everyone was standing and offered to walk them both, it was still pretty dangerous out here. They walked on in total silence the whole way back, but what no one else noticed was that Leon had gently taken Priss's hand in his own and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Even more surprising, she didn't let go.
Leon stopped outside the door of Priss's trailer, "I better get going. It was great seeing you again Priss." He started to go but Priss reached out and touched his shoulder, making him jump. "I have to pay you back for the walk home, come inside for a beer." she said in a casual tone. It was strait-forward enough, but in Leon's eyes she might as well have said, -- I'm scared, don't leave me-- but Priss would never say that. It was painful for him to see Priss after all that had happened, but he couldn't bear to go.
Priss stepped inside and headed over to the tiny fridge, bringing out three beers. Kail collapsed on the couch immediately, and Leon surveyed the messy trailer that looked no different then when he last saw it. He sat on the end of the unmade bed and wordlessly took the offered beer. Priss awkwardly handed on out to Kail, not sure if he would want it or not. He took it and Priss sat down on the opposite end of the couch and they all drank in silence for a minute that seemed like eternity.
"Maybe I should ask a couple questions to get the ball rolling," Leon said after the unbearable silence, "What exactly, is your ... relationship?" Kail looked up at Priss, wordlessly asking if she wanted to take that one. Priss sighed and said, without looking up, "When I was thirteen I got pregnant. I found Kail some foster parents and visited him a few times until he got old enough to ask questions. End of story." Leon fidgeted a little, not knowing how to respond. "So, what happens now?" He asked finally, trying to goad them into a productive conversation. "Do you wanna stay with me now?" Kail looked at her with an undecipherable expression and then answered, "if you want me to" Priss then smiled slightly, "yeah. I want you to."
Just then the phone on her hip beeped in a specific pattern, signalling a call from sylia. Annoyed Priss reached for her phone. Sylia's anxious face appeared as she flipped the device open, "Priss! We need you down here now, there were several boomers trapped inside a huge office building and when they were cornered they went rogue! There destroying the AD Police, we need your help!" with that the screen went blank and Priss angrily slammed the phone onto the table, reaching for her jacket and helmet, muttering to herself about how she could never get a damned break. Just as she was about to say she had to leave Leon's phone rang with Dailey Wong telling him they needed support at the front of the same incident Priss was going to.
"Watch Kail" Priss said sharply, heading for the door. "But I have to go too..."Leon broke off as Priss was already on her bike speeding towards the road to the Silky Doll. He looked around flustered for a minute and then said "Come on," leaving and walking so quickly Kail had to jog to keep up with him. "Where are we going?" he asked, seeming a little annoyed at being passed around like a five year old. "Some boomers have gone rogue and I have to be there" almost as an afterthought, he added "I'm with the ADP." Then Leon realized they had walked here from the club and he had been dropped off there, it would take him forever to get to the site. He jerked his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, hitting speed dial. "Dailey! Get your ass over to Hot Legs now! I'll be waiting outside!" he hung up without waiting for a response and they started slowly jogging back the way they had come.
Dailey Wong pulled up in front of the club, scanning the parking lot for his partner. When he spotted the big brute coming over to him he realized a teenage boy was following him. Leon opened the back door and the kid got inside then he opened the front and got in, nearly breaking the door in the process. "Drive," he growled. As Dailey pulled out and headed quickly back to the crime scene he said teasingly, "Why Leon, I do believe you forgot to tell me something. This is the kind of thing your supposed to mention to people, children are considered note-worthy nowadays." "Shut up Wong" Leon muttered quietly , lost in thought. "He's not my kid," Dailey recognized the agitation in his partner, and though it was very commonplace in the fired up detective he still decided it might be better for him to keep his mouth shut this time.
Priss leapt off of her bike and rushed into the silky doll, taking the elevator impatiently down to the Pitt. She saw Linna and Nene getting into their suits and Sylia ready and waiting in hers. "You're going out?" she asked Sylia, surprised a little, this meant it was a serious attack. "There are four high power boomers, all completely rogue and fusing with everything in sight. Hurry up and get into your suit Priss." Priss was already taking her clothes off when Sylia added almost as an afterthought, "Are you alright? You look a little harried." There was a note of concern in her voice as she registered the darker then usual expression on the singer's face. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to get out there." Priss replied distractedly, this wasn't the time or the place for talking about anything, whether she intended to or not. She would probably have to eventually, Leon would inevitably say something in front of Nene who would then tell everyone she knew and more.
She tried to push all of these thoughts from her mind as she stepped into the hardsuit frame and felt the inner metal flowing around her. Soon she was inside her hardsuit which made her feel a little more secure. They all rushed to the launch tubes without saying a word, this was too much of an emergency for the four friends to chatter. Priss saw the lights flash around her in the launch tube and closed her eyes, determined to focus purely on the fight ahead. Distraction of any kind would mean trouble. She would blast those damn boomers, those damn boomers that seemed determined to ruin her life. A slow smile crept onto her face while she was soaring above Tokyo, following Sylia to the site. She would smash those damn boomers real good.
Nene almost screamed as the boomers came in sight. They were huge! Oh well, she thought, biting her lip, they were nothing Officer Romanova, girl genius, couldn't handle! She charged towards one of them spraying her needles towards it and preparing to smash its core. She saw Sylia and Linna head towards other ones, but Priss hesitated. She turned her attention back to the boomer and saw the AD Police scurrying out of the way as it picked up one of they're cars and devoured it. She yelled out as she jumped up and over it, planning to land on its shoulders and dig for it's core. Yuck! She only stumbled a little as she executed the maneuver and tried to rip open the back of its skull. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Priss wasting her boomer, ducking its swinging appendages and smashing her fists into any part available again and again with even more ferocity then usual. She said into her microphone to warn Priss, "Priss! It's core is in it's upper chest, your too far of the mark!" Not seeing a reaction, she repeated herself, and was focusing so much of her attention on it she barely noticed the boomer she was standing on turn its gaping maw towards her.
Nene screamed as the boomer's metallic jaw closed around her waist. Hard tentacles came up and she mentally fought off the intrusions, trying to keep the vicious boomer from fusing with her hardsuit. Priss hadn't destroyed her boomer yet, but it had been put temporarily out of action so Sylia yelled to her to help Nene. Priss heard Sylia's voice in the back of her head, making her turn to take notice o what was happening. She saw the red Knight Saber held tight by the boomer and launched over to help her. She drove her fists into the back of its head, using the same tactic as Nene but more ferociously. Eventually she broke through to its core and squeezed with all her might. She saw dark fluid spurting from between her armoured fingers and stood for a moment, panting from the exertion.
She was so involved in prying Nene from the collapsed boomer's grasp that she didn't hear the boomer she had put out of action (temporarily) coming up behind her. She also didn't notice when it started to swing its arms. She only noticed when an armoured forearm smashed into her side with incredible force, sending her flying away to crash into a building wall and land heavily on the hard ground, lying very, very still.
Chapter 1: Surprise
The off duty AD Police officer took a sip of his beer as he watched the singer performing on stage. She was so involved with her song, he just couldn't look away. He had missed watching her sing, missed watching her. He sighed and took another sip, wondering how happy she would be to see him.
The singer closed her eyes as she finished her song, she always felt so good and so strong, singing was her true passion. As she opened her eyes again to look out at the crowd before walking offstage she caught sight of a familiar face sitting by the bar. She hadn't seen that face in a long time, but she was sure it was him. A welter of conflicting emotions grappled within her as old memories came back to her, some painful, some not. Mostly painful. She turned to go before he noticed he looking at him (naturally it was too late) and went backstage with the rest of her band. She sat down and thought about what she should do, why he was even here, how she should act towards him or if she should leave now and forget about it. The rest of her band looked at her curiously, usually after a performance she would shoot off, they had never seen her this deep in thought when she wasn't composing.
Leon looked up as he heard someone sitting down in the stool next to him. "I haven't seen you around for a while," a husky, feminine voice said calmly. "What happened to you?" "You know I was transferred," he replied shortly, nervous about his first conversation with Priss in almost seven years. "I mean after that," she said with a hint of irritation in her voice, "you never came back." she sounded almost hurt, but was doing a good job of hiding it. "I got - tied up with commitments," he said, thinking of how to phrase it. She would have to find out sometime if they stayed in contact, but now wasn't the right time. Priss nodded her head in understanding and took a large gulp of the vodka martini the barkeep had just handed to her.
"Are you here for good then, I know they're rebuilding the totem pole," she said, still not looking directly at him. "Yup" was his response, "I would never pass up the chance to get back in the ADP and out of the normal police." he sounded slightly more excited, he had been so happy when he found out they were recalling old ADP officers to deal with the boomers being used in crimes. "How've you been doing?" he asked her, trying to keep the conversation neutral. "OK" she said, not really wanting to go into any detail about her life, especially since nothing had really changed. "Sign, fight boomers, the usual."
"Good." he said, almost surprised nothing had happened to her, but not surprised at the same time. She stood up abruptly, going to leave. Not wanting her to get away again, Leon followed her, asking where she was going. "I just remembered, I have to get home," Priss said as she walked out of the door of Hot Legs. "Let me walk you," Leon said, almost pleading. It was painful being with her after they had broke up so suddenly after the Galatea crisis with him being transferred and her being mildly traumatized by the entire experience, but he still didn't want to let her go. She stopped and looked at him for a moment, standing very close, then nodded and turned to go slowly.
"There's something you should know," she said, breaking the silence. "Oh?" Leon suddenly became interested. "There's someone following us." Leon's eyes widened in surprise and he resisted the urge to spin around and look behind. "How do you know?" he asked quietly, wondering how she could be that calm and nonchalant. But then this was Priss. "He's been stalking me for a few days, he follows me everywhere, calls and hangs up, I haven't had the chance to deal with him yet." "Do you want me to help?" Once again she looked at him, and once again she nodded her agreement. "We ca go around this corner, you hide in the doorway and I'll keep going, when he comes around, grab him and hold him still." she said it quickly, almost forgetting herself and letting a tone of excitement into her voice. "Ok." the detective said briskly, all business.
They turned the corner and Leon slunk off into the nearest doorway while Priss continued to walk calmly down the street. A small figure came cautiously around the corner, speeding up to follow Priss and trying not to be seen. The figure let out a yelp of surprise as he felt Leon's strong arms around him, pinning him to the wall. The teenager swore silently to himself, he should have expected something like this to happen. Oh well, he thought as Priss turned to jog back to them, this was one way to start a conversation with Priss.
Priss looked her stalker up and down, slowly studying him. He was about 13, with short dark brown hair and fairly pale skin. He looked very nervous, but not scared like he should have been. He also looked very vaguely familiar, but she had no idea why. Why had this child been following her? Maybe she should ask him that. She closed the gap between them and got a hard look in her eye. "Who are you?" she asked, steel in her voice, the boy gulped nervously, "Kail" he said quietly. "Why have you been following me?" Another gulp. "I - uh - I wanted to - talk with you." he replied nervously, almost stuttering with apprehension. "About what?" Priss' voice was deathly quiet now, she did not appreciate being stalked and wanted to know what this kid was about. And why he looked so damn familiar. "About what?" she reiterated, putting deadly emphasis on each syllable. "About my mother!" he finally blurted out, not able to stand the tension anymore. Priss stood stock still with wide eyes and her mouth hanging slightly open. "K...Kail..." she stuttered, to shocked to say anything coherent.
Meanwhile Leon was looking with confusion from one to the other, trying to absorb the full meaning of it all. Suddenly it hit him like a brick wall and he nearly dropped the teenager he was still holding pinned up against the wall. He couldn't say anything, he was just too shocked. It couldn't be...
Priss stared at Kail's face for several moments, trying to come to grips with it all. They said he had died... he couldn't be here... he couldn't be alive... "Kail..." she stuttered again, gently reaching out to touch his face to make sure he was really there. "M - Mother" Kail sobbed, finally able to say the word as he stood face to face with the woman he had looked so hard for and wanted to meet for so long. Now Leon really did drop him, and he landed on the ground in a heap. Priss knelt down in front of him, not knowing how to react or what to say. Tentatively she reached out and gathered her son to her chest, holding him so close and trying not to think about anything.
Gradually they pulled away from each other, embarrassed and not sure of what to say or how to act. Finally Priss had to break the silence. "Where are your parents?" she asked quietly. "They died in the boomer revolution." there was no pain in his voice as he said it; he said it as a fact. "I'm sorry. Where do you live?" "I stayed here during the takeover in an old abandoned warehouse that hadn't been touched yet. No one claimed it when everyone came back so I'm still there. I've been looking for you since then." Once again there was no emotion. Priss' eyes widened slightly that he had been living alone for seven years. But then so had she at his age.
"Why don't you come back to my trailer?" Priss offered after a long awkward pause. He looked at her with an undecipherable expression and then stood up, seeming to realize for the first time they had both been almost lying on the cement alley floor. Priss still hadn't looked at Leon, who had been staring at her open-mouthed the entire time. He recovered some of his composure when everyone was standing and offered to walk them both, it was still pretty dangerous out here. They walked on in total silence the whole way back, but what no one else noticed was that Leon had gently taken Priss's hand in his own and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Even more surprising, she didn't let go.
Leon stopped outside the door of Priss's trailer, "I better get going. It was great seeing you again Priss." He started to go but Priss reached out and touched his shoulder, making him jump. "I have to pay you back for the walk home, come inside for a beer." she said in a casual tone. It was strait-forward enough, but in Leon's eyes she might as well have said, -- I'm scared, don't leave me-- but Priss would never say that. It was painful for him to see Priss after all that had happened, but he couldn't bear to go.
Priss stepped inside and headed over to the tiny fridge, bringing out three beers. Kail collapsed on the couch immediately, and Leon surveyed the messy trailer that looked no different then when he last saw it. He sat on the end of the unmade bed and wordlessly took the offered beer. Priss awkwardly handed on out to Kail, not sure if he would want it or not. He took it and Priss sat down on the opposite end of the couch and they all drank in silence for a minute that seemed like eternity.
"Maybe I should ask a couple questions to get the ball rolling," Leon said after the unbearable silence, "What exactly, is your ... relationship?" Kail looked up at Priss, wordlessly asking if she wanted to take that one. Priss sighed and said, without looking up, "When I was thirteen I got pregnant. I found Kail some foster parents and visited him a few times until he got old enough to ask questions. End of story." Leon fidgeted a little, not knowing how to respond. "So, what happens now?" He asked finally, trying to goad them into a productive conversation. "Do you wanna stay with me now?" Kail looked at her with an undecipherable expression and then answered, "if you want me to" Priss then smiled slightly, "yeah. I want you to."
Just then the phone on her hip beeped in a specific pattern, signalling a call from sylia. Annoyed Priss reached for her phone. Sylia's anxious face appeared as she flipped the device open, "Priss! We need you down here now, there were several boomers trapped inside a huge office building and when they were cornered they went rogue! There destroying the AD Police, we need your help!" with that the screen went blank and Priss angrily slammed the phone onto the table, reaching for her jacket and helmet, muttering to herself about how she could never get a damned break. Just as she was about to say she had to leave Leon's phone rang with Dailey Wong telling him they needed support at the front of the same incident Priss was going to.
"Watch Kail" Priss said sharply, heading for the door. "But I have to go too..."Leon broke off as Priss was already on her bike speeding towards the road to the Silky Doll. He looked around flustered for a minute and then said "Come on," leaving and walking so quickly Kail had to jog to keep up with him. "Where are we going?" he asked, seeming a little annoyed at being passed around like a five year old. "Some boomers have gone rogue and I have to be there" almost as an afterthought, he added "I'm with the ADP." Then Leon realized they had walked here from the club and he had been dropped off there, it would take him forever to get to the site. He jerked his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, hitting speed dial. "Dailey! Get your ass over to Hot Legs now! I'll be waiting outside!" he hung up without waiting for a response and they started slowly jogging back the way they had come.
Dailey Wong pulled up in front of the club, scanning the parking lot for his partner. When he spotted the big brute coming over to him he realized a teenage boy was following him. Leon opened the back door and the kid got inside then he opened the front and got in, nearly breaking the door in the process. "Drive," he growled. As Dailey pulled out and headed quickly back to the crime scene he said teasingly, "Why Leon, I do believe you forgot to tell me something. This is the kind of thing your supposed to mention to people, children are considered note-worthy nowadays." "Shut up Wong" Leon muttered quietly , lost in thought. "He's not my kid," Dailey recognized the agitation in his partner, and though it was very commonplace in the fired up detective he still decided it might be better for him to keep his mouth shut this time.
Priss leapt off of her bike and rushed into the silky doll, taking the elevator impatiently down to the Pitt. She saw Linna and Nene getting into their suits and Sylia ready and waiting in hers. "You're going out?" she asked Sylia, surprised a little, this meant it was a serious attack. "There are four high power boomers, all completely rogue and fusing with everything in sight. Hurry up and get into your suit Priss." Priss was already taking her clothes off when Sylia added almost as an afterthought, "Are you alright? You look a little harried." There was a note of concern in her voice as she registered the darker then usual expression on the singer's face. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to get out there." Priss replied distractedly, this wasn't the time or the place for talking about anything, whether she intended to or not. She would probably have to eventually, Leon would inevitably say something in front of Nene who would then tell everyone she knew and more.
She tried to push all of these thoughts from her mind as she stepped into the hardsuit frame and felt the inner metal flowing around her. Soon she was inside her hardsuit which made her feel a little more secure. They all rushed to the launch tubes without saying a word, this was too much of an emergency for the four friends to chatter. Priss saw the lights flash around her in the launch tube and closed her eyes, determined to focus purely on the fight ahead. Distraction of any kind would mean trouble. She would blast those damn boomers, those damn boomers that seemed determined to ruin her life. A slow smile crept onto her face while she was soaring above Tokyo, following Sylia to the site. She would smash those damn boomers real good.
Nene almost screamed as the boomers came in sight. They were huge! Oh well, she thought, biting her lip, they were nothing Officer Romanova, girl genius, couldn't handle! She charged towards one of them spraying her needles towards it and preparing to smash its core. She saw Sylia and Linna head towards other ones, but Priss hesitated. She turned her attention back to the boomer and saw the AD Police scurrying out of the way as it picked up one of they're cars and devoured it. She yelled out as she jumped up and over it, planning to land on its shoulders and dig for it's core. Yuck! She only stumbled a little as she executed the maneuver and tried to rip open the back of its skull. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Priss wasting her boomer, ducking its swinging appendages and smashing her fists into any part available again and again with even more ferocity then usual. She said into her microphone to warn Priss, "Priss! It's core is in it's upper chest, your too far of the mark!" Not seeing a reaction, she repeated herself, and was focusing so much of her attention on it she barely noticed the boomer she was standing on turn its gaping maw towards her.
Nene screamed as the boomer's metallic jaw closed around her waist. Hard tentacles came up and she mentally fought off the intrusions, trying to keep the vicious boomer from fusing with her hardsuit. Priss hadn't destroyed her boomer yet, but it had been put temporarily out of action so Sylia yelled to her to help Nene. Priss heard Sylia's voice in the back of her head, making her turn to take notice o what was happening. She saw the red Knight Saber held tight by the boomer and launched over to help her. She drove her fists into the back of its head, using the same tactic as Nene but more ferociously. Eventually she broke through to its core and squeezed with all her might. She saw dark fluid spurting from between her armoured fingers and stood for a moment, panting from the exertion.
She was so involved in prying Nene from the collapsed boomer's grasp that she didn't hear the boomer she had put out of action (temporarily) coming up behind her. She also didn't notice when it started to swing its arms. She only noticed when an armoured forearm smashed into her side with incredible force, sending her flying away to crash into a building wall and land heavily on the hard ground, lying very, very still.