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A Phoenix decided that the Grendal had become a prime target and rushed it. It had come in too fast for the Point Defence Guns to do much. instead Issac tracked the mech, fired both his main and leg thrusters and deplyed his knives. Swinging Grendal's arms to snap the blades in to position, He slammed into the Phoenix and began to dis-member it.
SLICE, an arm was sent flying. SLICE, fuel lines were severed. SLICE, Rocket pod removed. The two mecha started into an erratic roll, one tring to get away and one tring to kill the other.

Issac finally fliped two switches, the main controls fell away to either side, and armatures took their place from above. He slid his hands and forearms into the devices. A wicked grin shot accross his face.
"Fun." he said menacingly, drawing his arms back. Grendal did the same. Issac then started to carve the cockpit away from the mech. Armo ripped and tore, the creaks and groans would be horriable in an atmosphere. after a few minutes of careful carving and slicing the cockpit came free.

[2 phoenix remain]

"Hey, guys" Issac keyed the comm "Can I keep him?" he pulled the cockpit up to his and fake sniffed it "And it smells like cookies!" he joked.

The Phoenix-Grendal mass was still spinning wildly.
"On second thought, I dont want him I want HELP!!"

((We'll just say that the one that Robomecha destroyed was the one on Andreis' tail. THe phoneix are actually all destroyed now.))

Andreis heart beat resounded loudly in his ears as he looked aroun through the monitors, tracing all visible paths for enemy mechs. A proverbially silence, however had fallen upon the field and Andreis began to check his sensors.
Nope.
Nothing.

"Good Job guys. All enemy units whiped out. We still have to take the station, though-"

Andreis stopped when he realized that Graves was spinning wildly out of control.

"Graves! Stabilize with a 360 degree thrust and the Dante's Fury will pick you up."

Andreis sighed a sigh of relief. Granted it wasn't over.

"Auron, get to the ship and replace that arm, Graves. Once you stabilize are you capable of continuing?
Chirico, with Ermor's consent I think it would be best that you two act as watchers for the Fury while Auron, Graves and I head in for a quick repair and reload."

"ok, ill head inside and get repairs, and i think your sensors got messed up by the gravity of the asteroid, dont worry about it, im not picking anything up on my long range sensors" auron said, piloting inside the Dante's Fury "ok, i need a repair crew to replace this arm, asap" auron said over the radio to the ship "roger that, auron, we are sending a repair crew into the bay to replace your arm, just sit tight" said one of the operators on the ship "oh, and we are going to need more ammo, and my energy reserves are a little diminished from all those beam rifle shots" auron said, preparing his mech for the arm switch

Issac, to The Dante's Fury awaiting pickup." Issac sid as he retracted the knives and reset his controls. He was in and out of the Fury quickly. He had gotten the techs to maglock basic virnires to the shoulders of Grendal. They were simple chemical and compressed CO2, so they had a limited lifetime.
"Andries, I'll take up position above the battle space." in space there was no above or below, nor left or right, it was all relative.

6 minutes later he was in position.

Activating the Grendal's sophiticated sensor suite, anomalies in the local space started to pop up. Gravidic and Radilogical scans were being fouled, UV was picking up zilch. He pulled up a keyboard and began to debug the system.
His alltime favorite and very useful tool was a program called 'Tapping_Hammer'. It was a psudo-virus that searched the system for things that arn't suppoed to be there and removes them.
he acrivated 'Tapping_Hammer', and almost imediatly the sensor cleared up. The problem was a virus that was planted by the Phoenix Issac had mauled with his knives.
The now cleared sensors showed a nice double echelon of object flying towards The Dante's Fury.

"s**t." Issac mutterd to himself, the incoming objects were nuclear in designation, too strong to just be mech reactors.
"Graves to Fury, fire Dorsal Thusters." Issac ordered "Z-axis minus 1000 meters, incoming nukes!" He fed The Fury his sensor data.

"I got this. Rico(computer) Last Resort, ignition."
In the background, the music played, helping to focus the killer inside the zentradi half of him. He was close enough that if he missed, it was bye, bye ship and mechs. Mag Snipe loaded, ammo hot, missles armed to target the b*****ds behind the nuke. All thats left is the shot. Time slowed, the trigger felt heavy, warm, sure, and deadly. Zentradi blood coursed with the kill and potential of blood. The Ric Dom flew backwards with the force of four missles and two shots from the Mag Snipe. Space was disoriented, having timed the missles to fire right after the second shot. Chirico blackened out for a second.
He awoke a second later. "Did I get them? Someone talk to me!!"

Reorienting the Ric Dom, Chirico examined the systems to make sure nothing had been wreaked or destroyed.
"Hey, sorry about that, thought I had factored in the drift ratio. what about the other two mechs that I lighted up earlier?"
Checking ammo and power revealed that he could last for at least another half an hour depending on the next sortie. Reloading a full clip into the Mag Snipe he moved into a relative orbit around the Dante's Fury.
"Alright, Andreis I'm moving a quarter klick station keeping from the Fury, but before we begin our next sortie, I'll need to re-equip and recharge. Please confirm."

By the time everything had happened Andreis' had gotten his basic armour plates replaced. (No extra armour) Had his SMG reloaded and refixed along with an extra magazine or two and picked up his replacement shield which surely would not take as much of a beating.

Some moments later as the nukes missed their target, Andreis happily spoke into his comm.

"Beautiful work gentlemen! Keep the excess chatter down, though."

Andreis took a position several thousand meters from the Fury and set into a miniscule drift.

"Affrimitive Chirico. Watch yourself out there. Avoid engagement if you can. The entire force will be moving foreward to take up a position within the fury's sensor range of the station once the all clear is given. YOu can be our foreward eyes."

"Graves, we want first hand notification if you catch anything on the remaining micronukes."