Sky above New Crystal City

The air above the island is rough and turbulent, but it does little to hide what lies below. Instead of the rocky islands typical of this region of the Pacific, there is an enormous, blueish metal structure of some kind, like an outlandish, oversized oil-drilling platform. Huge sparkling spires stretch up into the skies, massive squat domes litter the island, and tall sky-scrappers loom over the ground, all made of solid metal. The city is currently in battle mode, and one can see huge cannons and missile turrets targeting any invaders. The entire coastline has been lined with long-ranged weaponry to ward off any invasion.

Contents:

Voidcraft (Arachnae)

Obvious exits:

Fly <Up> Plaza <P> Spaceport <S> Coastline <C> R'Lyeh <R> Central Hub <H>

With the thunderclap of a breech of the sound barrier and a plumed streak of engine exhaust, a singular craft descends towards New Crystal City fromthe skies well above.

A solitary seeker in pyramid form can be seen flying amongst the turbulent air. The pattern of flight seems to serve no real purpose, and rather, it almost seems as though it were playing. Then it transforms into robot mode in a graceful spin, defying the winds themselves, and something about the motion gives the impression that the seeker is not playing... he's dancing.

Voidcraft (Arachnae) continues with re-entry and final descent manuvers, engines rumbling down as two of the three primarys cut out, secondaries reventing exhaust forward for air braking and wings reangle slowly, fanning outwards and down as the thickening athmosphere adds drag to her progress. Banking languidly, the descent is continued into a series of lessening spirals inwards.

Fleet finally comes out of his self-absorbed reverie and looks around. He does not recognize the craft (after all, he's never seen Arachnae's vehicle mode) but his expression, if one were close enough and looking carefully enough, is one of alarm. He immediately stops his dancing and holds himself still against the winds, hoping he wasn't seen.

Voidcraft (Arachnae)'s sensors begin the usual ping-pong activity of confirming and reconfirming her identity to the base below, a series of transponder sequences, codes and other identifications sent downwards in absent fashion. The scientist-cum-hunter has her mind on other things at the moment.

Fleet watches the other craft carefully, leaning forward a bit, although it is a gesture more of habit than one is in any way useful. If he were a human, he'd be holding his breath, but as it is he just watches and waits. After a close call like this, his next move is likely to land, but to do so while the other is still in the air would only draw attention. He can land after it.

Voidcraft (Arachnae) pulls upwards sharply, wings shifting before.. seperating slightly, reconfiguring herself from craft to femme. Engines flip, fold and compress, nose splits, canopy comes to rest midback. The wings continue to pivot and break into sections, hinged behind her all down her spine. Bootjets kindle and she hovers, staring downwards with that absent-minded professor air about her, frowning slightly.. "Did I leave that on.. Hrn.. " talon taps on chin as she muses midair.

Fleet's optics widen in surprise as the craft transforms and he recognizes the female, but he recovers quickly. Judging by her gaze and stance, she didn't know he was here... which means that she didn't see him dancing. He smiles slightly to himself. Safe! Which means he was also safe to reveal himself... might as well at least be friendly. He tilts his feet and increases the power to his boot jets just slightly, so as to allow a lazy drift in her direction, and radios, because voice communications would be difficult in this wind, "Commander Arachnae? Is that you?"

Arachnae blinks, optics widening behind her visor, head snapping as she spins, looking more.. closely around her immediate airspace. Radio clicks on and she replies in that near whisper of hers, "Yes, it is me. SOmething the matter?" Her wings fan out before she tucks them in tightly behind her. winds + large expanses of surface area do not equal ease of movement.

Fleet shakes his head as he changes the direction his feet are tilted so that he begins the slow arc of what might be a spiral, or circle. He doesn't want to come too near, but at the same time doesn't want to seem... unfriendly. "I was about to ask you the same thing," he replies, his own voice clearer and stronger over radio than it usually is in audio. "I was trying to... familiarize myself with terran atmospheric conditions, when I noticed your arrival, and your sudden stopping."

Arachnae headtilts, drifting sideways with a push of wind, and allowing it to move her. Mild amusement crosses her face before she gains a polite neutral part smile. Her voice remains the same papery near whisper over radio as it is in person, "Simply returning from Cybertron after some.. beurocratic nonsense I needed to handle." A wing slides out, testing the force of the wind, "And I usually pause before finalizing the landing protocols. As for weather.." A definate smile crosses her face, "The patterns here run to more extremes than they do back home."

Fleet bends his right leg and leans back slightly before a particularly strong gust of wind upsets his balance; it causes no serious problems, merely upsets his pose. He smiles sheepishly, "Mmm... so I've noticed. But my first time on this planet was just this week, and if they're expecting anything useful out of me, I'll have to learn to operate in these conditions. However, I think I've done enough for now, and *if* you'd care to continue this discussion, maybe we should do so a bit closer to the ground, where the winds aren't so bad?" His tone of voice expresses doubt as to whether or not the other really would be interested.

Arachnae drifts perhaps a handful of meters closer, tilting and shhifting wingpanels to adjust for the winds pull and tug. Optics glimmer thoughtfully, shaded green and she pauses at the offer of.. conversation. Lab.. talk.. lab.. talk.. lab.. talk.. She's silent for several moments before her response comes across the radio: If You wish to continue to speak then by all means, but do not let me have disturbed your own research into this planet.

A brief laugh. "Oh, I'm *certain* I'll have *plenty* of time to research this planet." And besides, Flee wasn't about to go back to dancing when someone else *knew* where he was. "To be honest, I could probably use a break from it." It was a minor lie, but a good one. When fear wasn't overriding sense, the yellow seeker was actually a fairly accomplished liar.

Arachnae ahhs and waves a hand towards the below. "I'm rather certain that you will." she transmits due to wind noise in the area. "However, learning when it's quiet is far different than on the wing.. so to speak.. in a combat situation."

A small red speck on the ground below starts to grow bigger and take form. It's approaching the skies, and it's not long before it can be identified as a red Seeker.. namely Comcast. He isn't rocketing towards the sky.. he's taking his time. But it's not long before the Seeker has achieved an altitude similar to that of Arachnae and Fleet.

Fleet smirks and shakes his head, slowly lowering his elevation as he does so. "So I've already noticed," he radios back. "I've already seen my first bit of combat on this world, and it wasn't pretty." He turns slightly as Comcast arrives, nodding politely to his fellow seeker. "Comcast. Hello, again."

Arachnae drifts languidly downwards, trailing Fleet's altitude. "Combat is never pretty. One could say it was efficient, or a tactical piece of excellence, but never pretty." Well... so that's a little bit of a lie from her as well. But it's something a medic should say you see. Turning about as she scans the area, she notes movement.. pauses, focuses.. then offers the incoming red one a radio ping. Equivelent of 'I see you'.

Comcast, now that he can be seen from up the same level as his fellow Decepticons, can easily be spotted that he is looking sternly down at NCC below him. He's also holding a glass energon container, and is frequently sipping from it. When his radio makes a quick noise, he thinks there is another matter to tend to. "Huh.. came from close by." the Seeker mutters to himself as he looks about.. and spots another Seeker and a semi-Sweep. "Indeed," He says to Fleet. And then to Arachnae: "I hope the undesired attention that I received on our broadband channels the other day didn't interrupt anything delicate again." Comcast is, of course, talking about Recoil, and his decision to take up a matter with the red seeker over a long-range transmission.

Fleet, of course, has absolutely no idea what Comcast is talking about, so he simply remains silent, giving the both of them a slightly curious look.

Arachnae waves a taloned hand, replying in a general radio frequency, short range, "NOthing interrupted, just irritating on the general level of irritation."

Irritating on the general level of irritation. Just as well Comcast is a smart boy, or else he wouldn't be able to keep up with all the technical jargon. "Mmm." He mutters as he takes another sip from his energon. The constant presence of Recoil in Comcats's life these days is more than a little concerning for the Seeker. "And you, Fleet? Did you learn anything from Fulcrum's training session?"

Fleet seems to... stumble a bit in the air as another gust of wind blows him back, although he recovers quickly. He emits a bitter chuckle over the radio. "To keep as much distance between him and myself as possible! Beyond that, I really only had something I already knew reconfirmed: I am not designed for hand-to-hand combat."

Arachnae files that away for future reference. Comcast and Recoil's general dislike of one another that is. Wings shift and she drifts lower, "Shall we land?" she inqures of both the other airborne mechanoids.

Comcast smirks. "Yes, Fulcrum's very dangerous in close quarters. Those weapons he wields are /heavy/." Comcast is speaking from firsthand knowledge, as he wielded them himself for over a year while the Blacksmith was MIA, presumed dead. He downs the last of his energon, eyeing the bottom of the empty glass. "And yes, I think a return to the ground would be a good idea.."

Fleet actually grins. He's more confident, somehow more... playful this high up than he is on the ground. "Well, if we're all in agreement, then..." and with that he cuts both his antigravs and his bootjets, dropping suddenly as he goes into freefall, although if someone were to watch his descent, they would notice the occasional fire of his boots to keep the plummet from being quite as uncontrolled as it might seem.

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You descend to the NCC Spaceport below.

NCC Spaceport

The New Crystal City spaceport is an example of what can be done given enough room and materials with which to work. The port contains a huge amount of area, roughly a fifth of the entire city. The landing strips are designed to facilitate vessels of all shapes and sizes, regardless of whether or not they possess VTOL capabilities. Protective hangars are in place to allow proper storage of Imperial space vessels when not in use. Refueling stations, signal lights, and watchtowers are all spread out over the area. There is an extensive network of sky-roads that start and end here and travel to the Central Hub, the Command Center, and to the outer-ring of New Crystal City. As the city is in battle mode, all of the buildings, and even the landing strips themselves, are littered with gun emplacements of all shapes and sizes. With the lack of cover here in this wide-open space, any attack here had better be made with a huge overwhelming force.

Contents:

Decepticon Shuttle <Triumph>

Decepticon Shuttle <Relentless>

Cargo Shuttle <Pyrite>

Obvious exits:

North <N> leads to NCC Central Command.

Northeast <NE> leads to NCC Central Hub.

East <E> leads to NCC Coastline.

Fly <Up>

Comcast descends to the Sky above New Crystal City above.

Comcast has arrived.

Arachnae descends to the Sky above New Crystal City above.

Arachnae has arrived.

Fleet fires his jets back up in sufficient time to slow his descent with a... perceivable margin of safety. He touches down lightly, still grinning.

Arachnae drops to land with less flare, a more direct, descent and all that. Why waste the effort and energy on something flashy when she's honestly not here to prove much of anything. Usually. Wings fan out behind her, panels slightly curved to ;cup' the air as a feather-light landing is made. Perhaps more flare than she thought, wry smirk crossing her features.

Comcast, on the other hand, is all about the fancy landing. He loves the skies and the abiliity of flight, and glides to terra firma with much more grace and grandeur than most. Pompous? Maybe. "I've been meaning to ask, Arachnae." Comcast says to the MSE commander. "What are our supplies like in terms of medical items? If we are requiring anything, I'll be sure to reasearch worthty targets to strike and replenish our stock."

<edit: Because of connection problems I seem to have missed a pose by Arachnae concerning her appreciation of Comcast’s helpfulness and what-have-you.>

Now that he's touched back down, the observant might notice a slow change coming over Fleet as he goes from confident creature of the air to the timid seeker that's probably more familiar. He smiles very slightly, and now that he speaks aloud, his voice is softer as well, "Well, you already know my opinion on the matter, Arachnae. Looking after your medics is looking after yourself."

Comcast shrugs. "Unlike some people, I realise there is a need for us all to work together.. It's professional, but it is also essential to our mutual survival." The Seeker allows a wry smile to cross his face. "Besides, there is nothing wrong with making the effort to remain on the good side of those whose job it is to fix me, after all."

Arachnae chuckles, "Might be my job to fix the lot of you.." she trails off and shrugs, putting the pad back into a side compartment, "But I'm also here as backup.. Last ditch backup to be certain but.. you get the idea." She shrugs.

Fleet has... nothing to say to that, really. He shrugs one shoulder and begins looking around the spaceport, as though expecting someone to spring out on him. Not that he expects it any more now than he usually does, but he always has an air of "someone who expects something to spring out on him"-ness about him.

The smirk on Comcast's face broadens. "Well, so are we all. Every Decepticon serving in the empire is expected to pick up a blaster if necessary. Besides, you are a far mightier opponent than you might imagine." Then again, so is Comcast these days. He's eagerly looking to round two with Wheelie as well. "I'll begin researching those items for you when next I am in my office."

Arachnae chuckles softly, tilting her head to peer at Comcast with a sidelong, sly look, "Care to try for round three?" amusement in her voice as wings rustle behind her. "I've been meaning to.. test a few new observations out covering my current research into combat theory."

Comcast snorts and rolls his optics. "If we both acknowledge who is going to win this battle first-off, sure." Comcast then notices Fleet as if for the first time. He points at him. "Or even better, I have him helping me." Even with his most recent upgrades, Comcast is going to need all he can get when it comes to sparring against Arachnae.

Fleet seems to deflate a little. He has already been knocked unconscious once today, and he was the sort who liked to keep the aft-kickings he receives to something of a minimum. Certainly one or fewer a day, for preference. Still, he shakes it off and tries to stand up a bit straighter. "Well, if you think it would further your research, I suppose it would be my duty to participate," he replies. What the Pitt. It couldn't be any worse than that strange laser-scanee-thingee...

And Fleet can use terms like "laser-scanee-thingee." He's *not* a tech.

Arachnae laughs softly, turning to study Fleet.. perhaps with more sharpish interest than she's opening displayed before. "Hmm.. Group tactics do utilize a varying degree of alternating tactical arrangements. Granted, I'm more used to being part of the group rather than defending from one.." Talon comes up to tap thoughtfully on her chin as optics slit. "No holds barred?" she inquires.

Comcast shakes his head. "None. We'll be using the hologram room, and therefore there won't be any need to repair ourselves. Unless you have a specific condition, we'd be wasting our time to run a full simulation. That is, after all, what we would be facing in the field. And unless there /is/ such a condition.." Comcast points invitingly towards the Hub, "shall we?"

Fleet mutters softly, "As long as it's not that damned dam again," as he begins moving off towards the hub in his usual, skittish fashion.

* Spiny *

Holo Arena

Inside the Holo Arena are black, rubber-coated walls to protect the steel and also to reduce the noise, as these sparring matches can get very violent. A central control room is suspended from the ceiling, heavily reinforced to protect the advanced computer that controls the holo-imaging and stores thousands of simulation scenariors. If a desired scenario isn't already available, then the computer allows for additional programming.

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Comcast

Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon>

Arachnae comes into the Holo Arena.

Comcast enters the holo arena once more, and this time he sets the scenario. He calls up the most recent scenario.. the damn in which Fleet and Fulcrum last battled. Comcast, his back still facing the rest of the arena says, "I'm tempted to keep it here.." But he then chooses another one. A desert, a space landscape and an underwater scene all cycle through, before the red Seeker chooses a Cybertronian landscape. "But this will do. We might revisit that area another time, Fleet."

Arachnae pads in on Comcast's heels, sidestepping the entryway. Optics narrow as she watches the 'scenery' change. "Hrn." Wings shift and fan in and out behind her. "Now to try and get out of this labrat mentality of mine.." mostly muttered to herself.

Fleet walks lightly and quickly, a gram of grace short of skittering, away from the door as it seems to vanish, and then moments later once more takes to the air. He doesn't make the first attack... he generally doesn't... but instead takes the moment to put some distance between himself and Arachnae. As he stated earlier, he was not made for melee.

Comcast's weapons hum as they power up. He's only too aware of how quickly this 'labrat mentality' disappears when the Seeker is in battle with Nae. Either way, Comcast decides he'd best start the battle. Then again, with Fleet there, Nae's attention will be divided. "I'll let you know when I see the 'labrat' leave the fray and the warrior returns.." He dryly states with a quick blast from his arm-rifle.

Comcast misses Arachnae with his Energy Rifle! (High) attack.

Arachnae intakes air, settling herself as she pushes inventory, materials, workloads, research, current projects and schedules out of her head. "You do th..." she cuts off, reacting to the hiss-crackle of energy sent her way with a leap-spring to the side. Optics narrow.. mask slides out and across her features, talons extend. "Divide. Hrn.." Wings span outwards, crackling briefly before snapping around her. She transforms with a quickness, engines online and sending her banking upwards with a rumble. "Divide and conquer. Sometimes.. I do miss my packmates.." spoken softly even as she banks back, retaliating at the first strike from Comcast with one of her own: plasma-enhanced fletchette rounds spitting forth from forward ports.

Voidcraft (Arachnae) strikes Comcast with Fletchette Rounds.

Fleet frowns as he realized that... he had absolutely no clue as to his foes capabilities. Why does that bother him any more now than it did in the last few battles he's been in? Still, he is willing to bet that the strange vehicle was a faster mode, so he continues to fly backwards, curling his knees up as he does so in order to more quickly shoot his legs out and change directions, if needed. As he does this he raises his right arm and fires his shoulder-mounted weapon at the female.

Voidcraft (Arachnae) evades your Shoulder-Mounted Laser attack.

Comcast would drop a comment about the Nae's packmates, except he's too busy catching round after round of her fletchettes. "She's going to try and split us up, Fleet! Keep her disoriented!" And to help drive this point home, the Seeker sends a few short low-charge blasts around Nae's optics, intend on dazzlying and preoccupying her more than dealing any damage.

Comcast misses Voidcraft (Arachnae) with his Energy Rifle! (Low) attack.

Voidcraft (Arachnae)'s optics.. are.. fortunatly well within the superstructure of the re-entry armoring of her alternate form. Granted, sensory systems do pick up incoming laser fire from a direction not stemming from her original target and in reaction, the craft flips wing over wing, engines rumbling in response to lasers streaking under and about her. "Well.." voice emitted over a short range, "Tactically speaking, splitting the two of you up is the most sound effort I could do." Technical voice still. Comcast would recognize the tone and timbre. Analytical, thoughtful. Another short burn of engines as a flip slips into a stall-turn. A sweeping arc of energy surges from wingtips outwards, once more targeting Comcast until she gets better indication of Fleet’s capabilities.

Voidcraft (Arachnae) strikes Comcast with Energy-lance.

Although not generally one for talk during combat, Flee radios a reply to Comcast without bothering to look up at him. "She's going to try to split us up? Why? So that we have no choice but to attack her from two different directions? That... makes no sense." He then changes position in the air - given the results of his earlier battles, he'd just as soon stay in his better-armored robot form - sticking his legs behind him so that he's lying flat out in the air before closing the distance. He fires after her with his rail gun before pulling up and flying upwards.

Fleet strikes Voidcraft (Arachnae) with Rail Gun.

Comcast catches yet another series of blasts from Arachnae. "I'm not saying it's a bad idea.." He says, kicking his anti-gravs and soaring away once more from the Voidcraft. "Just that we should prepare to counter against it." Comcast hits his shriekers, sending sonic waves through the air towards where he (guesses!) the Voidcraft will be. "So.. still feeling bookwormish?" He jokingly offers.

Comcast strikes Voidcraft (Arachnae) with Sonic Shreikers.

Voidcraft (Arachnae) jinks when she should have rightly slid and her side armoring takes a rail impact. A flicker of engine power, a lessening of forward momentum as she muses the impact, the timing from sound of fire to actual hit, the depth ratio to armor index and various other factors. Rather interesting to her, that is.. until she runs into the sonic wave shriek. Which is enough to shake her out of her musing on weapons type and probable allowable variances. The leading edge of a wing ripple-crinkles, striations crisscrossing the upper surface and the craft goes into a flat spin in brief. "Thinking to much I think!" is a reply as she drops down, working on righting herself. Secondary engine ports flicker-pop on and off before level flight is regained. And now the craft turns back for another pass, gunning, as it were, for Comcast. No weapons fire prepends the crafts sudden acceleration for the communications officer. No tell-tale glow of energy primed to fire. Just the scream of engines briefly redlining.

And her hull splits, wings snapping backwards and flat out to her sides in a parachute-like sequence, engines compressing as velocity is slowly bled off, but not slow enough to prevent the closing of the distence, the glitter of electricity on metal before the sudden near blinding flash-zot of electricities startling kiss extended outwards in close proximity to Comcast. A veritable miniature electrical storm heralds the onrush, licking outwards before coiling in on itself and launching like ball lightning from a thunderhead.

Arachnae misses Comcast with her Ball Lightning attack.

Fleet decides he's defiantly enjoying Arachnae's attention... being on Comcast. In a move that might have been familiar, had Arachnae been paying more attention back when she initially approached the island, he twirled in the air, spinning on both axes at once so that, in only an instance, he goes from perpendicular to the ground facing upwards to diagonally downwards, left leg curled in once more, right arm pointed downwards to allow him to fire at the female once more.

Arachnae evades your Energy Rifle (pulsed mode) attack.

Comcast spots the electricity building up, and decides the best thing to do about it is to rush Nae, before she gets a chance to unleash the charge. Comcast cuts off his anti-gravs just as the blast fires. He plummetts down before suddenly firing up his boot jets, charging up towards Arachnae herself. The Seeker lunges his arms out, intent on grasping Arachnae mid-air and throwing her into whichever wall is nearest.

Comcast strikes Arachnae with Ninja Throw.

Medic meet wall. Wall, meet medic. Medic, bad medic, no cookie...

Zot-miss, incoing distraction, grab, "HEY!" a startled complaint as Arachane finds herself mech-handled and hurled into.. a wall. Blessed hurl, defend she from incoming energy pulses. Indignity, thy name is stationary object. She bounces off of it, ricocheting off with one wing askew behind her, the other flicking in and out. "Nice move, Comcast." Still overly calm and easy sounding. Even as she raises her arms, extends those blades from her forearms, smiles rather wickedly behind that mask of hers.. and fills the air with a crackling arc of electricity. But, what is this? Change of target. "Must be fair after all." by way of explanation as she submits for Fleet's inspection, one crackling, near solid electrical arc.

You evade Arachnae's Arc of Electricity attack.

And now the reason for Fleets curled left leg is revealed as he throws it forward and fires the boot's jet, a look of alarm in his expression. But it proves to be enough as the electrical arc passes directly in front of him, missing him by mere microns. Thank Primus he did not grant his creations with hair, for his would certainly have been standing on end otherwise. He then uses backward momentum to push himself all the way up, back, and over, transforming as he dives, giving up better armor to allow himself access to his rockets.

Fleet transforms from robot to pyramid jet.

Arachnae evades your rocket attack.

Arachnae's fairness may yet see Comcast suriving this encounter for a few more deci-breems. He makes the most of the opportunity. "Be sure to keep away from her, Fleet." He yells, readying his arm rifles. Comcast sends another handful of blasts towards the Nae, nothing fancy, just a few blasts in her chest to help slow her down.

Comcast misses Arachnae with his Energy Rifle! (High) attack.

Rockets red glare.. lasers burning the air...

Amidst the rockets subsequent impact.. on the wall behind Arachnae as she twists and dives downwards while chuckling softly to herself, a singular thought comes to the medic. Comcast's yell elicits a small giggle-snicker fit. Nothing serious, really, just a soft sneh sneh sneh as she lets the smoke offer some paltry cover for long enough to launch herself at the order calling Seeker form. "You should take your own advice." comes her voice through the smoke before there is a flash of metal, wings darkening in shadow, boot-thrusters pushing her at Comcast with naught but talons extended. Twist-wing-snap shut and she reaches into one wing, pulling a length of carefully tooled metal out and swinging with it in an upwards arc, distance closed, melee engaged. Sword in play.

Arachnae misses Comcast with her Phase-Blade <Solid> attack.

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) hadn't been planning to reply to Comcast, as he considered it a waste of energon to acknowledge common sense orders, but he certainly finds himself wanting to reply with a few choice swears when Arachnae manages to successfully engage in melee. He transforms as a means to twist out of the dive far faster than he would be able to were he to stay in jet form and then shoots back upwards, still maintaining a distance in the hopes that Comcast might be able to put some space between himself and their opponent. Otherwise, he might be forced to engage in close quarters. (no attack)

Fleet transforms from pyramid jet to robot.

Comcast decides to listen to Nae and takes his own advice! As Arachnae hurtles towards him, he transforms just in time, ready to roar through the air as an F-15. "Duly noted.." he says, obviously bemused. However, This transformation wasn't all about defense, oh no! Comcast banks around in the sky, sending powerful blasts screaming through the air towards the Semi-Sweep.

Comcast's arms move towards his back as his chest and wings shift themselves until he once again resembles an F-15 fighter jet.

Red F-15 Seeker <Comcast> strikes Arachnae with Wing-Mounted Laser(High).

Arachnae is knocked heels over head after her swing and miss. For a moment, even though she had missed Comcast, she looked somewhat amused by the entire endevor, the sight of the seeker fleeing from close combat from her just giving her the chuckles. Unfortunatly, not paying attention, or focusing too hard on the little details gets her knocked back for her troubles. "Hnn-gaaah.." Optics flicker, dim and she begins to drop towards the ground, making a stumbled landing as she snaps her head upwards and tracks the movement of the aircraft. "..." Then.. she starts to laugh softly, wings forced outwards as she slowly turns on a heel, tracking Comcast. That soft crackle-hiss of a building up of electricity begins once more, "Hmm. velocity plus angle of aerial track. Factor in the possible manuvering points, allow for displacement theory.." a bit of weapons mumbling as optics narrow, she focuses.. and releases that pent up charge. Not her usual electrial bolt, ball or strike. With a hissing crackle, the siphoned energy spins between wingtips, shoulder guards and talontips before launching outwards with the singed scent of ozone and plasma dissolutions.

Arachnae misses Red F-15 Seeker <Comcast> with her Electrical Hellfire attack.

Arachnae's electrical hellfire backwashes her with brilliant light.. that subsides as she drops to a knee, optics dim.. "Damn.. knew I forgot.. something.." FTL travel.. training.. same cycle. Not bright. She deliberately mantles wings, sheathes talons.. and taps the floor with a fist, "All out."

Red F-15 Seeker <Comcast> snickers. "Well played, Arachnae." He says, Transforming. "Don't doubt for a second the outcome would be anywhere near like this if I didn't have Fleet assisting." Not the best way to lift Flee's spirits, but oh well, it's the truth.

The sounds of gears whirring and a jet engine dying down can be heard, as Comcast shifts his form into his natural state.

Fleet's expression does brighten at Comcast’s complement - and at having made it through the battle without taking damage for once - but he's generally too level headed to let something like that go to his head. Instead he touches down with his usual light step, and once more that subtle air-to-ground mood shift begins to take effect.

Arachnae chuckles softly, a weary tone, "I'm not used to thinking past one to one, Comcast. I'm used to.. too too used to having a wingsib at my back when doing things like group tactics. Reminds me of just why I stay to my lab. Too many new things, not enough time to practice." She gets to her feet and smiles wryly, "You two did do well as a team though, ranged works for you two." Wings tuck in neatly behind her, mask slides away revealing a wry smile.

Comcast is weak, so yeah, Ranged works.

Arachnae has disconnected.

Fleet chuckles softly and glances over at Comcast. "Ranged works... well, I pretty much told you that's what I learned from earlier, wasn't it? But I really think it's time for a recharge myself... Thank you for..." the words tangle for a moment, "showing confidence." With that the other seeker turns and heads out as well.