<div class="floatleft">(http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s17/Dadroid/Power%20Rangers/Gray%20Ranger.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jacob "Jake" Woodson<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>The Gray Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, Rushing towards death, I mean noon!<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Fountain<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bence<br/><strong>Mention:</strong>The Team<br/><br/>Things were going moderately well, considering. Considering he's just been foisted into a war that has gone on for who-knows how long. Considering he just found out that he's got an alien being living in his head, and a super suit to match. Considering he was currently hovering in mid-air and firing plasma down on people who looked like students...only looked like them. How many times did he have to remind himself of that? It didn't take the stomach tightening feeling of guilt from him, but it did keep him functioning. They'd tried to kill him earlier. Not as some test.  Whatever they were, they came at them in full force, with whatever was at their disposal, and their numbers...even the explosions he supplied as cover could only do so much!<br/><br/>He gritted his teeth inside the helmet as he continued to fire. If this were one of his FPS games he coveted, the fire he was raining down around the three rangers below would have been considered "danger close". Thankfully, the HUD's targeting created a wider target area for his chosen firing mode. He knew exactly where each explosive charge was going. No guess work. No fear of anything but one of them doing something stupid enough to get themselves in the field of fire. He would hope that the fighting they were doing closer inside their "bubble" as he'd come to call it, was enough to keep them contained as well. Everything considered...going well.<br/><br/>So naturally that's where things would go tits up.<br/><br/>It started as a flashing beacon on his HUD. information that was in another language that he could somehow read was warning him of an energy spike from the big guy, but he was still too much of a noob to understand that merited immediate concern. He felt his body jerk to the right and splay his arms and legs wide, as if he were sky-diving, but side-ways<strong>"What th-"</strong>was all he managed before the beam filled his vision. The visor was able to save his retinas, but with the beam getting so close, the warning bells going on in his head made him think that things had still gone wrong<strong>"By all the gods...! Okay...okay...you're new at this. I...okay...the monster before you has a...Beam Cannon you'd call it. That was just it. Sensors will be down for a moment, so if you shoot, it will be without the targeting on your HUD, and your flying will have to be a little more manual. That's the bad news. The good news is that we're still alive."</strong>[/b] Jake could only 'huh' in agreement, before the beam struck again, except at the rangers on the ground. The weapon was fast...powerful. He didn't want to test his suit out against something that could make a trench like that one it made, without him even able to shout a warning!<br/><br/>Which was why the sight of them materializing away from the beam's destruction almost made him tear up. and why Vivi's charge towards the giant made him panic. Did she not see what the hell that thing did? And she wanted to force a straight line path into a thing that had a straight line weapon!?<strong>"Shit, shit, shit, shit! Where's the sensors? How long until I'm back up!?"</strong><strong> "Hey! I managed to save our asses at the cost of a few fried optics, so show some patience! If you're trying to fire, then take your shots! If you were paying attention, you'd know how big a field to imagine. The rest is trial and error. Good luck, and don't bother me. I'm busy!"</strong>[/b]. Jake wanted to respond, but found that he honestly had none to give. They were right, and he was panicking. That didn't stop what she was doing though, and since he couldn't help her by blowing a few holes ahead of her, he'd to the dumb thing and fire at the big guy.<br/><br/>The best thing about his shift in targets, was that it was nigh-impossible to not hit...well...based on size alone. The gun spooled in his hand as it gather energy, before he fire a projectile at the lumbering beast. He made sure to keep moving, both closer and on its left side, so that he could attempt to support Vivi and hopefully bug the bastard into focusing on him. Wait...he wanted to attract the attention of the fucker with the beam weapon? Was he nuts!?<strong>"For the record, yes...but I like that side of you"</strong>[/b]. Sadly, he had no answer for that either. He'd unload shots as he flew. Some would be center-mass, but he knew others might be more limb shots. Shooting while firing had some severe disadvantages without the sensors to do some of the heavy-lifting, but he was managing. Amazingly, this slowly boosted both his comfort and confidence during the battle, something more noticed and cataloged by his Mobicyte to the extent that she actually held off activating the sensors. For now.<br/><br/>