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"You think she's okay" the jade haired mutant teen asked her sister as they sat in the plane watching the apex of archery. The marksmen's fists were clenched and shaking and despite talking in a hushed tone Amanda thought she might get punched from the frustration. When Cassandra didn't answer however Amanda looked over to the second in command the man known as Strength. "So what's the next move?" She asked a bit shaken up herself as she watched the archer's psychic oriented verbal smack down.
"Cass make a device that can assign a sent to psionic energy. After that boot up Requiem. You'll be moving to the shipping yards." The orders were blunt and sure enough the red head of the sisters mentioned what resources she'd need to craft such an item. Amanda had the mutation to conjure metals from nothing, a creationist power that cheated any concept of rarity. This worked well with Cassandra who could design whatever came to mind. If she could think it then she could construct it. Thanks to this the tool was made within twenty minutes, and with that Cass moved to the back of the jet climbing into a black box. The sisters hugged briefly before Cassandra sealed the cockpit and relinquished mag locks.
A tangerine sphere dropped from the heavens racing downward like a comet given its momentum. However do to its vibranium components the large machine showed no additional signs of its decent physically. A meteorites tail denied by absorbing vibranium. "And then comes the AA fire." Right on cue rockets heavy rounds and the occasional super powered attack came her way. Advanced heads up display guided the machine to shoot multiple rockets from the skies making it rain scorching metal in the theatric fall. As the crimson hand bucked from automatic fire however the silver appendage drew backwards and began to radiate with energy.
Requiem bucked and bounced as it was pelted by anti air weaponry. Dents and scratches aside however in the occasional area the iron and vibranium maiden continued to fall. Forces were likely realizing that conventional fire power and random powers wouldn't do. They'd need the right powers it was best to grab resources and move aside. However the time between the fall and landing wasn't a particularly elongated one. Soon enough the thirty five ton mech slammed into the earth dust and concrete shooting skyward as cracks raced about. And with a speed that created a sonic boom with its very movement the high octane machine stroked the dock with open glowing palm.
Dispensing from the silver arm was a shockwave of microwave energy. An intensity of heat designed to turn the entire port into bubbling matter that'd sink into the water. An intense heat that'd boil a good portion of the water of the immediate area be it containing salt or found in the bodies of the soldiers. With any luck the water and heat would also damage the ships and drugs in question. The vibranium maiden of a mech looking to dispose of hopefully everything of the opposing side in one swift motion. She'd rather not linger in a hot spot if it could be helped. "Soldiers shouldn't do drugs, your all terrible role models" the redhead teen remarked over the communication system.
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