smelltheashes | Looking Down

"[Interesting machines,]" Kreyu remarks. "[Although I can understand his....reluctance to fly in such a manner."]

She's not sure she'd trust her life to something made out of metal, after all. They swing over more depots and other structures, none of which mean much to Kreyu. Hopefully, Manny is getting more information out of this scouting mission than she is.

"[He's afraid of flying,]" Manny explains; he's busy taking pictures and scanning the vid rig over everything in sight. "[He was teaching me to be a pilot so he wouldn't have to do it all the time. Makes him throw up, poor bastard.]"

Hey, Shephard's not his sergeant, he's allowed to say things like that.

"[Okay, that one there,]" Manny says. "[The big one with the red roof. We're going to need to get in closer there. That building's going to be a big objective of ours and I need to get all the exits clear for Sergeant Shephard.]"

"[An unfortunate affliction,]" Kreyu rumbles. She tucks her wings close, bringing them very close to the building indeed, certainly within a story or two of the roof.

Hopefully, this will be close enough for them to get all of the exits.

"[If it means more air time for me I don't mind so much.]"

It's plenty, and then some. Manny's video rig can probably pick up all the conceivable details of the building, given how Ms. Vance programmed it. This is going to be...

... somewhat more complicated than it needs to be; is that one of the hunter-choppers taking off, there?

Kreyu's head snaps around at the sound, and she growls. "[I believe we are going to have trouble in a moment.]"

She rattles off a string of syllables, and a faint layer of...something seems to come into being over her. Better to have what magical protection for them both that she can muster and not need it, than need it and not have it.

"[Have we gotten what we need from this mission?]" she asks, tilting her body to climb steadily in the air.

If worse comes to worse, she wants to have some altitude available to burn.

"Mierda," swears Manny. "[Yeah, we're gonna have trouble. I got all the images I need and then some. Watch out for that thing's forward gun, I've seen them rip a guy in half.]"

Kreyu glances at the chopper warily, trying to gauge its strengths and weaknesses. "[I am uncertain if I will be able to outrun it, but I will try. Can you pretend to be my prey instead of my partner?]" she asks as she banks into a turn with the intent of making their escape.

"[It would be safest if they think me nothing more than a beast, and therefore have no cause to connect me with your people.]"

"[Sounds like a plan to me. You want me to start shrieking, or do I just flail?]" Manny says as the chopper rises. It's an armored vehicle that looks as if it could repel most strikes, and it's a nimble little thing, but it's probably not the fastest or heaviest-armed beast in the world. It's really not meant for air-to-air combat. That's the province of gunships, and they're not about to send one of those out from the City 29 Citadel until they're clear on what the hell just showed up in their airspace.

"[Whichever you prefer,]" she replies, tone slightly wry. The chopper is closing in, despite her increased speed. Finally, the chopper is close enough that it can bring its main weapon to bear on their mysterious visitor.

Kreyu gives a deafening roar as she skitters sideways in the air to avoid the deadly weapon. The 'run away' plan isn't looking so good right now.....

Manny can't really flail very effectively, as he's pretty sure that wriggling loose enough to do so will end in tears, but he does his best with what he's got. It probably looks convincing. He hopes.

Not that anyone can tell from the helicopter, because the thing is busily assessing the overlapping armored scales of the unknown intruder lifeform and determining what's likely to be the best weak points for aiming.

"[I can't outrun it,]" Kreyu growls, "[And I'm not sure how many more of those I can dodge.]"

Her scales are pretty uniform in strength, but they've never been tested against the kind of weapons the chopper is using.

"[I need to cripple it, if there's to be any hope of us getting out of here alive.]"

Translation: Dear Manny, I'm going to have to go get up close and personal with the chopper while carrying you in one set of claws.

She changes her angle of flight slightly, getting into position for a fast dash inside the helicopter's guard.

"[In that case, this is the part where I duck my head and scream like a little girl.]"

(The helicopter pilot is incapable of surprise, having been surgically implanted with all kinds of Combine technology that took the place of that portion of his brain and endocrine system. But if he could be surprised he would be thinking: what the hell is that creature doing? It's not seriously going to try to ram me, is it?)

Ram? No, not exactly.

Kreyu lets out a bone-shaking, teeth rattling roar and stoops on the chopper like an enormous hawk going after prey.

It's hard to get a nose mounted weapon in the proper firing position when something is descending on you like that, unfortunately for the pilot.

Her maw is filled with terrible sharp teeth, teeth that can rip through even the thickest armor as if it was tinfoil. She darts close to the whirring chopper, and sinks her teeth into the back half of it.

The most sturdily built aircraft ever produced by the human race is the A-10 Warthog, a jet built and engineered such that it can lose up to 40% of its structural integrity and still stay in the sky long enough to make a safe landing. Like many helicopters, the Warthog's primary function is to make life on the ground as miserable as possible for enemy forces.

Unlike helicopters, the Warthog has wings. It was designed for stability, not maneuverability.

Nothing in the hunter-chopper's design specifications has ever included the possibility of having a chunk torn out of it by a massive lifeform close enough to disrupt all the delicate balance of forces acting on the chopper and the air around it. All it takes is one good shake of Kreyu's head to send the thing spiraling in very horrible patterns, sans a massive chunk of its tail.

Kreyu spits out the chunk of helicopter and gives a victorious roar as the chopper begins its death spiral.

Just to make sure of the kill, her razor sharp tail cracks around like a whip, knocking the dying machine even further off kilter.

Keeping up her bestial act, she moves to flee with her "prey", a predator that's decided that the vultures and jackals are annoying enough that it would be better to go eat elsewhere.

"[.... sounds like it's over,]" says Manny. "[Can I open my eyes now? Are we done?]"

"[It should be safe now,]" she replies as they flee into the night. (Not on a direct route to where the Resistance is based, of course.)

She spits, the taste of Combine technology lingering in her mouth. "[Bleck! Those things taste terrible!]" she grumbles.

"[I'll take your word for it,]" says Manny. "[Never tried to lick one myself.]"

"[Licking wouldn't have been so bad, it's whatever is on the inside that tastes so vile,]" she clarifies.

Plastics, possibly, or something weirder. "[You didn't get hurt, did you?"] she inquires. "[I've never tried to fight while carrying a human before.]"

Humans are so terribly fragile in comparison to her or her brood-mates that she can't help but worry.

"[I'm all right. Nothing bad enough to need a medkit,]" says Manny. "[But I'm gonna need a lie-down once we've given all the data to Sergeant Shephard.]"

Who will be waiting for them, not pacing but giving the impression that he would very much like to, when the dragon and her human companion finally return.

"[Understandable,]" Kreyu replies. "[You've been through quite a bit tonight.]"

Kreyu makes a graceful landing, and carefully sets Manny back on the ground. She turns to Shephard, "We acquired the information successfully, although there was a complication."

Manny murmurs his thanks to Kreyu and strips the vid rig off his head, handing it and the camera to Shephard. "Here," he says in English. "Best I could do. It was the building, it should be enough. You owe me a hat."

"Will do," says Shephard, and turns to Kreyu. "Shit. What kind of complication? You need a medic or anything?"

"I am uninjured," she replies with a shake of her head. "One of the flying machines spotted us, the ones that make a whirring sound."

"It was too fast for us to flee safely, so I was forced to deal with the thing in melee." Carrying Manny, poor fellow.

"... you beat the shit out of a helicopter?" says Shephard. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Nice work. I owe you a... shit. Do dragons drink beer?"

Kreyu chuckles. "Its armor was no match for my teeth," she explains. "It did not do well once I took a large chunk out of its tail."

"I do drink beer," she replies with a smile. "And it's been a while since I've had some that was worth the name."

Atlantis tends to produce far more wine than beer, considering the climate.

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