Myiria knew she wasn't dead when a flash went off, so bright that she saw
it through her eyelids. She opened her eyes to see zentradi cannon fire
slicing through the carrier, battlepod squadrons swooping to engage the
Prentan mecha. Myiria pulled her mecha up over the prow of the Prentan
cruiser, which was being consumed by explosions. She blasted into the
swarms of mecha slugging it out. She ducked one blast, bobbed up under
another, rolled to evade yet another, and fired a snapshot in mid roll,
scoring a kill with her wrist cannons. Her unit broke formation and dove
into the fray. Bolts of blue and red death crisscrossed back and forth,
missiles being launched faster than the eye could blink. The three Prentan
cruisers they had dodged past earlier were maneuvering to face the newly
arrived zentradi battle group, firing what turrets could be brought to face
them at maximum range, doing very little damage. The zentradi vessels began
to turn, but not quite fast enough. The Prentan vessels finished their
turns, and began to charge their main cannons, giant glowing balls of
energy at the tips of the vessels. The battlepod forces broke off quickly,
and went tearing in at the three cruisers, plastrons blazing, rockets and
the odd heavy missile here and there. Explosions raked the front of the
lead cruiser, but to little to late, and the three vessels fired. The beams
appeared to be less powerful than zentradi cannons, as the leakage did
little damage, but those vessels that were hit took extreme damage. Myiria
and the others had been left to the massive swarm of Prentan mecha, and it
just now occurred to her, as her armor alerted her of a missile lock. She
went ballistic, spinning to face the target, chest cannons blowing gaping
holes in a Prentan missile drone. The missile bins detonated, creating a
rather large explosion, that managed to stun Myiria, sending her mecha
shooting out of control, spinning off towards the remains of the burning
Prentan carrier. Myiria tried for all she was worth to get her engines to
restart, but they just wouldn't. She tried again and again, but nothing
would work. Realizing she was going to hit, she moved her arms back, and
fired the wrist cannons, trying to weaken the hull armor before she hit it
dead on at this speed. She was merely seconds from impact when her engines
came back online. They slowed her dramatically, but not quite enough. She
smashed through the hull at a medium speed; splitting the hull armor
easily, only because of her cannon work did she make it through. She had
smashed into a large cargo hold, and before she could get her mecha to its
feet, a curtain of armor crashed down to cover the hole she made. The next
thing she knew, a tiny door opened, and Prentan men, micronians it
appeared, entered with small arms. They saw her mecha, fired a few futile
shots, and fled. Myiria was not concerned. She got the mecha to its feet,
and started working on the armor curtain. She was out of missiles, and
began to fire her chest and wrist cannons, carving the armor up. When it
was finally weakened enough, she stepped over to it, and using her
manipulators, tore it open, and blasted out. Mecha were everywhere, and
seemed surprised to see her. It appeared that reinforcements had arrived
for the Prentans. Ugly brown mecha turned to face her. They seemed to be
wondering if she was real. Myiria, who was boosting towards them at full
speed, was more than willing to prove her existence. She fired both wrist
cannons, sweeping the back and forth, scoring kill after kill. It only took
her seconds to kill about a dozen of them, but this was a swarm, apparently
sent to try and help evacuate the burning carrier. Myiria dove into the
thick of them, suddenly under constant fire, angry red bolts leaping across
to stab at her. But she was just to fast. Her mecha boosted into the swarm,
wrist cannons blazing, chest cannons firing, sending gleaming blue death
needles at her enemies, which melted into slag and exploded by her will.
She was a god, an avenging angel for her fallen comrades, untouchable as
she dove around, guns blazing, Prentan mecha barely able to track her
before they were perforated by a burst of cannon fire. A few managed to
launch missiles, but to no avail, as the warheads were blasted out of
existence. Myiria had missiles shot at her at extreme range, and she bobbed
under them. The faster missiles spun around to follow her, as the Prentan
opened up with its gun pod, spraying plasma everywhere, unable to hit the
blur of green armor. Myiria knew the missiles were right on her as she
closed dangerously fast with the Prentan unit. The missiles were mere
seconds from impact when she pulled up, straight over the Prentan pilots
mecha. His own missiles punched into his mecha, and detonated. Myiria
continued to spin and dodge, cannons blazing blue death, cutting a line of
angry red holes into one, spinning and firing, blowing the head area off
another, bobbing under cannon fire, blasting one above her. They never
seemed to stop coming, and she blasted them and kept blasting. Finally,
when they were all defeated, Myiria relaxed. She was well out of range of
the naval battle, and needed to find her bearings. She was about to take
off again, when her radar screamed at her. She pulled up, just in time to
dodge a blast of red laser bolts, about six of them in a tight formation.
Myiria spun, to see the deadliest looking Prentan mecha she had ever seen.
It was also the biggest one she had ever seen, nearly twice the size of her
mecha. It was bipedal, and armed with the two biggest gun pods she had ever
seen. Myiria imagined that its size gave it plenty of armor, and she wasn't
sure if her cannons would penetrate that amount of armor. The weapons on
her battle suit were over heated already, and wouldn't last much longer
they need to cool down. Myiria flexed her manipulators and dove in for the
gigantic mecha, howling the fiercest Quadrono battle cry she could think
off. The giant mecha raised its gun pods, and Myiria tackled it headlong,
manipulators tearing at its armor. All the while she screamed a war cry,
baying for blood.
