The Day That Physics Mattered

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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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[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? Well there's plenty more where that came from!" Allenby snapped, glaring at the miserable pests. Now that Zouichi was safely in his VF, she wound up and gave the nearest cluster a good kick. Most of them scattered, but she still sent a few of them flying across the Hangar with a tinny AAAAaaaaaaa.

She stretched her arms out in front of her and cracked her knuckles as Zouichi switched to the Battroid mode. "Don't mention it. Wanna have a little contest? Let's see just which one of our machines is better for pest control."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

That tinny little screech. So satisfying.

"Surrender Dorothy!" added another one of the robots as Zouichi used the giant blade to puncture its chassis. Who had programmed these guys?

He smiled from his spot in the cockpit. "You're on. Loser buys dinner on the next shore leave planet." Of course, Zouichi, unlike Allenby, didn't really eat all that much. But he seemed to be in the habit of making bets like that.

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

"Sounds fair!" Allenby would just make up the difference for whatever Zouichi wasn't hungry for. "Ohhh... hey, looks like we've got some new guys," she added, pointing to a squad of little guys rolling on treads. SAINTs, unbeknownst to her.

Well, they didn't look like much. She stomped over and lifted her foot in preparation to take them out, but a concentrated blast of incredible heat to her other foot made her reconsider. "Ow. OW! You little--" What the hell, her foot was glowing red! That was Gundarium! "Hey, these guys sting--watch out!"

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

The Gundam's foot was burning red!

Zouichi's missile pods snapped open in response to the sudden attack; a split second later, the air was filled with countless mini-missiles, each streaking toward one of the robot targets. The explosions tossed additional robots aside, knocking them off balance.

Restraint? What was that? P.S. He now needed more missiles.

"You all right?" Zouichi thought he remembered her limping a little the last time her Gundam's foot was injured.