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The last time Allenby had been snatched up by GLaDOS, she had quickly abandoned the AI's preferred agenda in favor of seeking her out to deliver a righteous beatdown. The second time, Allenby hadn't changed anything except to get started on that before hearing GLaDOS' instructions. She hopped walls and dodged flame-shooting floor panels in her quest to get to the computer and put a fist in her processors--her soul was attached to her just fine--and just as suddenly as before, she was in mid-air. Unlike before, she was in the Hangar and surrounded by hostile robots.

"Whoa!" Instinctively, she punched the first one in its banana-shaped head, wincing at the unexpected pain. The hell--bam! Whack! She grabbed another one and hurled it at some of its comrades, which were taking aim at her. It didn't go as far as she'd hoped... ducking and dodging between them and some nastier-looking big guys, she spotted what she was looking for. "Nobel Gundam! Let's go!" she yelled, and launched herself up towards the cockpit.

It became apparent about halfway up that, well, halfway was all the way this time. That made it certain. Something was wrong with her. Had GLaDOS done this? And what the hell were all these robots trying to kill her, anyway?!

It would be a lie to say that Allenby wasn't afraid as she started to drop. But she was too pissed off now to think about being scared. With a bloodcurdling roar, she slammed herself into a clump of battle-bots and went right back to work, trying to ignore the question of how long she'd be able to keep it up.

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There wasn't much time to argue or ask questions. Allenby took the offered hand and scrambled in, trying to squeeze to the side without accidentally tripping any buttons or levers. No doubt about it, mobile fighters were way better for things like this.

Of course, if it kept her from getting filled with laser holes, it was all right.

"Man, if I could just use a specialty technique!" she growled, glaring out of the cockpit. "Can't jump high, either. I dunno what it is!"

Edited 2011-12-19 22:24 (UTC)

There was a little room to squeeze in next to the pilot's seat, but it'd be a tight fit. Sorry Allenby, not everybody has your fancy pants kung-fu cockpits. Some of them have to make do with buttons and sticks.

Kira's hands flew over the input terminal keyboard as the cockpit door sealed shut in front of them, the viewscreens flaring to life once more. "You can't... jump high?" He said with a note of confusion in his voice, even as he locked onto a group of battle droids and opened precise fire. "You weren't really going to jump up to your cockpit from the ground, were you?"

"Well, yeah," said Allenby, raising her eyebrows. Oh, wait... right... most people thought that was kinda weird, didn't they? The universal reaction of what the hell do you think you're doing from the people who'd found her training in Awesome World had been driven far from her mind.

She gritted her teeth as Kira opened fire, frustrated at being unable to punch anything right now. "I can't hit as fast or as hard either. Somethin' isn't right here!"

"You can't?" He frowned again, eyes rapidly scanning the hangar for new targets - and finding none, he allowed himself a moment of relaxation, exhaling a pent-up breath before looking towards the girl. "I haven't noticed any changes... I wonder what's happening?"

And after a moment, he looked faintly apologetic. "Ah, I'm sorry - it's kind of cramped in here, since it's only made for one person."

((ooc: Blehhh sorry for being so slow. Stupid redesign XD))

"Whatever it is, it's a real problem." Allenby glared out the viewscreen. "It's too bad we can't take the Gundams out into the rest of the ship to find out what's goin' on."

She shifted a little, trying to inch over to behind his chair so she could be sure of not accidentally tripping some important lever. "It's fine. At least I don't have to dodge punches and kicks like you would if you were stuck in my Gundam," she said with a small grin.

[ooc: Yeah it is a motivation-killer XD ]

His brow furrowed. "Maybe," he allowed thoughtfully. "But maybe that's for the best. If we could get our mobile suits out of the hangar, so could they."

Kira shifted where he sat, allowing her easier passage to the small storage area behind the cockpit. "That's true," he nodded. "It's hard to get used to the idea of controlling a mobile suit like that. Doesn't it get tiring?"

"Oh... yeah, guess you're right there." Allenby got herself situated as best she could. Was the whole ship filled with these robots, then, or were they confined to certain areas? This was a hell of a thing to come back to after the hassle of those damn mazes.

She looked around the tiny cockpit. "Sure does! You need years of training to fight in one, usually. Only the best martial artists become Gundam Fighters!"

He nodded, eyes rapidly flicking over the displays to ensure that they were, for the moment, in the clear. "I can believe that," he agreed. "You wouldn't want to give a mobile suit like that to someone you couldn't trust."

"It's a bit different from flying this one, though." Now that they were out of danger, Kira maneuvered the Freedom closer to Allenby's Nobel. It should be safe to get her into the cockpit of her Gundam now where she was more at home.

"Eh..." If Kira looked back, he'd see a rather uncomfortable look on Allenby's face. Truth be told, governments did hand over their Gundams to people who couldn't even remotely be trusted, so long as they offered a good chance of beating their opponents. Of course, the joke was on them because fighters like that always lost in the end, but still... "It's more of a safety thing, with how the Trace suit works. It can really mess you up if you don't know how to handle it."

She grinned, though, when Kira started heading for Nobel Gundam. "All right! Now we'll really be able to kick their asses," she said, making a fist.

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