<blockquote><div><cite>Goblin wrote:</cite>Asmodeus was the one to have found the unit. It wasn't one of his typical scouting missions, he'd been out in the emptiness of deep space to be alone. Something about the fact that his echo-vision couldn't reach anything, leaving him blind, calmed him significantly. The confusion of tangled metal that made up the ship had always caused him to withdraw into himself. Though, Azzy had been reporting his scans back to the ship, like a good soldier. And when the small platoon showed up, he felt a secret sense of pride. In both himself and the machine.<br/><br/>'<span style="font-style: italic">Where are the others?</span>' <br/>"I 'unno Jack. Prolly gettin' fitted an' flung." Azzy wasn't particularly attached to Jack. Azzy wasn't really all that attached to anyone. But he and Jack worked well in tandem, respecting each other as partners and equals. There was always the chance that one or both of them wouldn't make it back, so he had made earnest attempts to keep himself distanced from the other crew members. Over sixteen years, he'd watched maybe twice as many people die. <br/><br/>They had stationed themselves, burners cold and silent, behind the six. Even his com systems had been turned off, not allowing him to ask for the ETA of the others. They had been off for most of his idle exploration. The feeling of drifting aimlessly through the vacuum of space, without the thrusters and boosters on-line, had never sat well with him, but he was patient.'<span style="font-style: italic">Should we draw the attention of the Kamikaze's?</span>'<br/><br/>"Naw, jus' wait." The cold machine continued to drift, spinning gently. Azzy was focused on the hangar bay of the ship, ready to take action should the others not show up in time. One booster lit momentarily, stopping the rotation. An antennae flicked and the screen to his left beeped quietly, telling him of the power level of the Stalking Cat. Communications were opened between them, a private, scrambled message. '<span style="font-style: italic">First to take out one of the big, ugly ones wins?</span>' <br/><br/>Jack and Asmodeus were nearly as opposite as an AI and pilot could be, and Azzy didn't appreciate its challenge to Krato. It meant the Mech was going to get them into a fight that the Hornet wasn't entirely equipped to deal with. Azzy though, felt the familiar burning of excitement, apprehension, and adrenaline. Jack was simply responding to his selfish desire to see all those opponents explode in the emptiness of space.</div></blockquote>