[ It's overwhelming to even consider, Dick would think. The way their lives have chosen them, propelling them towards their respective callings as they became who they are today. Dick sometimes wonders what would've happened if his parents were never killed, if that night at Haly's Circus was never sabotaged by the meddlings of Zucco's gang. Dick used to wonder how much happier his life would be if his parents were never killed. But Bruce saw to it, despite hangups of his own, to give Dick the closure he needed. Redemption allowing to carve out his own happiness when he came of age.
Saving as many lives as he did when he was Robin, and now Nightwing. Well worth the price of admission, seeing as Dick knows his parents would be proud-- that Bruce, his father, would be proud also. Continuing the mission, sustaining the fight. It's to this end that Dick subdues trooper after trooper, knocking them senseless. He moves like jazz, as a former associate once said, never in one spot for too long. Exploiting every weakness he sees, hitting what hurts the most thanks to his penetrating awareness.
He should stay laser-focused. Tunnel vision until every hostile is down. But then he hears Hana through the comms, understands her distress. He talks back in her language, not quite fluent but nonetheless competent. ]
Got it. Keep clear.
[ About five hostiles have their sights on Hana, who's busy mounting an attack on both Firefly and Electrocutioner, the latter of whom is now waking up and pissed. Dick was speaking while trapping a Talon trooper in an arm bar, stretching his own body to dislocate his opponent's shoulder. He rolls off the trooper's body to assess the five still shooting at Hana's mech, and readies his one remaining Eskrima stick.
If he doesn't catch it after this, it's worth the sacrifice.
Because he throws it at the helmet of one, counting on the angle making it so that it ricochets off at least two more troopers in the head. While three are discombobulated in this fashion, Nightwing beats down two with well-placed strikes. He chops one trooper in the jugular before throwing a roundhouse kick that sends him barreling across the floor. He hacks another by pulling down his head, then knees him in the helmet. In the process of this high knee, Nightwing delivers enough force to break the helmet open, and discards the man as he finishes off the three who'd been stunned by his stick.
After beating another trooper over the head with the butt of his rifle, throwing that same rifle at another trooper to knock him out, and jumping to drop kick one last trooper into unconsciousness, Nightwing lands on the ground to discover his stick waiting nearby. Didn't fly too far after all! ]
Damn, here's hoping I can recover the other one.
[ One that he threw when engaging with Electrocutioner and Firefly previously. Who knows? Maybe Hana will get her hands on it.
Speaking of which, he addresses the comms now. A familiar static signals his entry as his voice fills the Meka's interior. Seems he still wants to show off, because, ]
Hope that helps. You know I'll keep them busy.
[ And so, after a little more Korean has been spoken, Nightwing turns to give his Eskrima stick its next victims. Many more Talon troopers come asking for a beating, and Nightwing is more than happy to provide. ]
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Saving as many lives as he did when he was Robin, and now Nightwing. Well worth the price of admission, seeing as Dick knows his parents would be proud-- that Bruce, his father, would be proud also. Continuing the mission, sustaining the fight. It's to this end that Dick subdues trooper after trooper, knocking them senseless. He moves like jazz, as a former associate once said, never in one spot for too long. Exploiting every weakness he sees, hitting what hurts the most thanks to his penetrating awareness.
He should stay laser-focused. Tunnel vision until every hostile is down. But then he hears Hana through the comms, understands her distress. He talks back in her language, not quite fluent but nonetheless competent. ]
Got it. Keep clear.
[ About five hostiles have their sights on Hana, who's busy mounting an attack on both Firefly and Electrocutioner, the latter of whom is now waking up and pissed. Dick was speaking while trapping a Talon trooper in an arm bar, stretching his own body to dislocate his opponent's shoulder. He rolls off the trooper's body to assess the five still shooting at Hana's mech, and readies his one remaining Eskrima stick.
If he doesn't catch it after this, it's worth the sacrifice.
Because he throws it at the helmet of one, counting on the angle making it so that it ricochets off at least two more troopers in the head. While three are discombobulated in this fashion, Nightwing beats down two with well-placed strikes. He chops one trooper in the jugular before throwing a roundhouse kick that sends him barreling across the floor. He hacks another by pulling down his head, then knees him in the helmet. In the process of this high knee, Nightwing delivers enough force to break the helmet open, and discards the man as he finishes off the three who'd been stunned by his stick.
After beating another trooper over the head with the butt of his rifle, throwing that same rifle at another trooper to knock him out, and jumping to drop kick one last trooper into unconsciousness, Nightwing lands on the ground to discover his stick waiting nearby. Didn't fly too far after all! ]
Damn, here's hoping I can recover the other one.
[ One that he threw when engaging with Electrocutioner and Firefly previously. Who knows? Maybe Hana will get her hands on it.
Speaking of which, he addresses the comms now. A familiar static signals his entry as his voice fills the Meka's interior. Seems he still wants to show off, because, ]
Hope that helps. You know I'll keep them busy.
[ And so, after a little more Korean has been spoken, Nightwing turns to give his Eskrima stick its next victims. Many more Talon troopers come asking for a beating, and Nightwing is more than happy to provide. ]