And I can guide a missile by satellite

[loves_war]

WHO: The Major and everyone who signed up to fight in the City.
WHERE: Locations across the City.
WHEN: 11 PM Friday evening.
WARNINGS: So. Much. Violence.
SUMMARY: Operation Gotterdammerung has begun, and with it Case Schwarze: a full air and ground assault against the ImPort community designed to prevent interference with the nuke in Washington.

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[homomachinis]

Mitch felt the pit in his stomach drop, a sickness that brought back horrific memories. This had already happened to him, and he wasn't going to let it happen yet again.

"Hurry you you dumb piece of shit!" he cajoled to his jetpack, which accelerated at the command, despite the words. He rocketed through the sky, before he caught sight of another missile arcing towards the nightclub.

"Change trajectory. Go up into the atmosphere before I make you, dickface!" he cried at the missile, green eyes staring at the vapor trail from the smoke, before it launched up higher into the sky and away from the airship.

Breathing a small sigh of relief, he turned his focus onto the airship.

"Broadcast to all channels." he told his radio, and spoke into it without the power of his voice.

"This is M-" he stopped. Did he call himself his real name? Or his alias? This wasn't home, there was no secret identity, but he knew it was going to sound ridiculous using his given name. Nothing for it, but he could perhaps alter it a little bit. "Hundred. How much is keeping the place up right now?"

[officerslinger]

The missile lock alarm stops, and Robyn thanks God. Proximity is still lit, so she checks the viewscreens. A guy in a jetpack? She grabs at the radio handset to answer him.

"Losing lift at--shit, half a ton per second. My transport is is uh, fifteen tons full, we need to get it launched, crew's working that"

"Fuck, the box-- I can't deploy my guys to help lift unless I leave the controls, I need a push out over the river or something. Can you do that?"

[homomachinis]

He rockets into a matching trajectory with the ship, and commands the radio to switch to Robyn's broadcast. The white smoke contrasted with the black smoke that continued to exude from the ship, a single, white streak on the black.

"Don't worry about that, I'll get it somewhere safe! Just get where you need to go."

"Follow me." he told the ship, and started to turn towards the river. The ship started to turn, and he slowed his pack.

[officerslinger]

For a moment Robyn just stares at the instrument panel as the airship noses around like a huge obedient dog, the damaged engines operating past their redline rates. "Holy crap."

Back to the radio. "Okay. Okay. Gonna get the passengers landed, I'll come back once they're all out. Get her down wherever you have to."

Then she's off to the launch bay by way of her quarters. She can't leave the toybox behind.