[The watchers are gathered in a C130 that will be slowly circling the battle site at a reasonable distance. The fight can be watched through binoculars or vid screens on the wall.] [Food today is a mix of Middle Eastern and nomadic. Lots of goat, humus, that sort of thing.] [Ceilia, Vanguard's reprentatitve, is there.] [Start] (Sorry, C130 is a plane. About the size of a 747 I think. Big military number) (This one is set up to provide easy viewing through the sides) (And Ren and Yvonne, go ahead and start in here) * Ceilia watches through binoculars. "Hmm.. chrome talons now." * Ren is, um, there, watching the vidscreen. ... huh. * Ceilia glances over to Ren. "Have a thought?" Yeah. She's either insane, or got something up her beak. I should hope the ladder. Our potential clients would be unimpressed if she doesn't appear to be a possible threat. If she's got somehting up her sleeve, ah'd be worried about how the mecha pilot does without the mecha. ( Latter :P ) (Err, yes) * Ceilia smiles. "After the fox's use of rodents we've taken extra precautions on that score." ... or incredibly lucky. * Ren claps. * Ceilia smiles. "This should make good watching." * Ren frowns at the electic-y field. "Is that from the talon?" * Ceilia shakes her head. "Defensive measure. Good against those that like infighting." Huh. Then why didn't he start with it up? Every weapon has its place. * Yvonne arrives... er... somehow. She saunters down from the back of the plain, wearing a sexy, blood red, velvet trench coat without sleeves, matching shorts and a dark red halter. "Hello hello, everybody. How's the fight going? Quickly. She's not gonna wear it down, it looks like. So she's gonna do something amazing, or get stomped. It won't take too long to figure out which. * Ceilia glances over at Yvonne. "Hello." * Yvonne settles into a chair, hanging her legs across the armrest. "Really?" She smiles at Ceilia. "Hello!" Odd, even if the talons were insulated she should have still be thrown. Something's up. * Yvonne watches the monitors. "Hmmmmm...." * Ren squints at Yuri's feet. * Ceilia hmms at the missiles not finding their target and looks over to Yvonne. "What do you think of Yuri's new look?" ... the mecha pilot seems sluggish. Or is it the mecha being slow? She still needs more hair. The bald look for women is SO Babylonian. * Ceilia looks to Ren. "He's had a few weeks of training. Ideal sample pilot in that sense." * Ceilia looks to Yvonne. "Well, yes. But what of the bird look?" Oh, that? Kind of reminds me of an old breakfast cereal. * Yvonne giggles. "It was fruitalicious." And, holy smokes. That's an amazing save from Yuri. That girl can jump. * Yvonne watches the monitors. "That thing's battery never lasts. You gotta get an extention cord or something." * Ren snerks. "Better yet, feed it an S2 engine." * Ren eye's widen. "Wow, them's gonna be some fireworks." ... if she yells out Shoryuken, I'm gonna die. She shoulda asked me to teach her martial arts. My that form seems to have other benefits. Or she's recently learned a new ability. * Ren snerks. "Revenge of the Daughter of Toucan Sam." * Yvonne snaps her fingers. "That's that guy's name!" Huh. Make the targetting on the missiles independent of the mecha. The drain on it is messing with the aim. * Yvonne stretches. "Well, so far my theory's holding up." The pilot's being too defensive. I bet he'll win, though * Ceilia doesn't comment and just watches. And Yuri's getting desperate. She better hope taking out the leg will take down the missiles. If she had hair she might stand a chance. * Ren shrugs. But as it is, the mecha's sexier, so it's gonna win. * Ceilia smiles at Yvonne. "Thank you, we're glad you like the design." * Yvonne grins at Ceilia. And down she goes. * Yvonne sighs. "Yep. She's on my team, but I kinda figured it would turn out like this.