[ Hana had spent a lot of time trying to figure out Dick Grayson. To this day, after it was all said and done ... she doesn't know if she's closer to it. They watch each other's back, they think of the end goal as much as the other. This was a mission that Dick trusted Overwatch with. There had been only limited tie-ins, limited paths crossed with those from Gotham and it usually had not been Hana. Fate threw them in one path and now they were stuck on it together.
She knows what has to be done, knows that there was too much as stake. Talon alone had been nothing but a headache – building an army, amassing the best to go against Overwatch. Yet... they played politics. If Talon gets into the city, it's Game Over. Politics, as horrible as they may be, were going to reach a point of no return. Where hope was not an answer. ]
You got it! GL, have fun!
[ Good luck, have fun. Oh, how her words downplayed it. There was nothing fun about this but she forces herself to view it like some game. Bowling, this time. With Nightwing gone and her Meka withstanding an amount of fire targeted at her – she had to take it on the chin. It damages some of her paint, embedding a few holes right into where her cannons reside on the arm. They were trying to be strategic, but how can you be strategic to an incoming bowling ball? Hana's impact was beautiful, a strike if we ever saw one. Talon soldiers were sent into the air with enough brunt to break bones if they landed wrong. Not her problem.
The few that get up had to deal with the Defense Matrix having a solid meal for 8 seconds, on the dot.
By the time Nightwing gives her tips – she's able to avert her attention and barely see the display before her. Talon troops was one thing, but the two beasties that were apparently having a grand time focusing on their favorite birdboy? Yeah, that's a cause for concern. She yells a slew of curse words in Korean, the flicker of warning on the corner of her display clear: second booster failure. She was going off two now. One on each side and the health was dwindling. She could reboot, send another diagnostic to give her a shot at getting that third booster back but –
She acts. Bunny hops weren't the best way, but they lead her with leaps and bounds towards Croc in some selfish attempt to garner his attention. ]
Yoohoo! Over here!!! No autograph for you!
[ She yells out, disregarding Dick's notion. He doesn't know the rockets – all the painstaking work Overwatch has done to help her advance her Meka. A flurry of rockets shoot off and Croc was left bracing, if not shielding himself. It knocks him back in kind, skin tougher than anything but it damages him enough. His skin sizzle and still catch flame from the impact but he's rushing – tackling and meeting Meka halfway. She can't shoot her gaze to Nightwing, to see if he was okay. All she had was comms, all she had was faith.
Croc's claws dig into the glass of her cockpit, leaving scratches across the front. Metal bends at the connection of the shield and her side-paneling. She winces and sets her boosters into turbo drive once more, driving Croc into the ground with a guttural noise croaking past his throat. ]
He's about to rip Meka open! I need him off!
[ He's latched on, and that's when an idea strikes. He's a croc, not a damn bird. Boosters engage, enough to shoot her up into a swoop – to drive her upward. Dick had to contend with the explosion, but Hana sees it as if the world stopped. ]
Nightwing! Nightwing! Answer me! Are you OK?
[ She's mid-flight back up into those clouds, back up with Croc still latched to the front of Meka. He's slipping, claws ripping metal down in a gashing, desperate hold. They were above the water now and with a few more seconds –
Her mech flickers. It's lights dim to emergency setting and her screen is gone. Booster failure, and now – the freefalling descent down with one croc clinging for dear life as well. Hana's panicking to herself, looking around for anything she can do. The ejection button was slapped repeatedly, over and over – even her nerf. Nothing. ]
GG...?
[ She doesn't give up hope, but she can't find anything to let escape her lips before the impact of her machine causes a bellyflop of water to go surging into the isle. Meka was gone – sinking quickly with a Croc back in his element. All Hana can do is try to bang on the scratched glass to break through – not resorting to her gun just yet. Her mind was too panicked for that. ]
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She knows what has to be done, knows that there was too much as stake. Talon alone had been nothing but a headache – building an army, amassing the best to go against Overwatch. Yet... they played politics. If Talon gets into the city, it's Game Over. Politics, as horrible as they may be, were going to reach a point of no return. Where hope was not an answer. ]
You got it! GL, have fun!
[ Good luck, have fun. Oh, how her words downplayed it. There was nothing fun about this but she forces herself to view it like some game. Bowling, this time. With Nightwing gone and her Meka withstanding an amount of fire targeted at her – she had to take it on the chin. It damages some of her paint, embedding a few holes right into where her cannons reside on the arm. They were trying to be strategic, but how can you be strategic to an incoming bowling ball? Hana's impact was beautiful, a strike if we ever saw one. Talon soldiers were sent into the air with enough brunt to break bones if they landed wrong. Not her problem.
The few that get up had to deal with the Defense Matrix having a solid meal for 8 seconds, on the dot.
By the time Nightwing gives her tips – she's able to avert her attention and barely see the display before her. Talon troops was one thing, but the two beasties that were apparently having a grand time focusing on their favorite birdboy? Yeah, that's a cause for concern. She yells a slew of curse words in Korean, the flicker of warning on the corner of her display clear: second booster failure. She was going off two now. One on each side and the health was dwindling. She could reboot, send another diagnostic to give her a shot at getting that third booster back but –
She acts. Bunny hops weren't the best way, but they lead her with leaps and bounds towards Croc in some selfish attempt to garner his attention. ]
Yoohoo! Over here!!! No autograph for you!
[ She yells out, disregarding Dick's notion. He doesn't know the rockets – all the painstaking work Overwatch has done to help her advance her Meka. A flurry of rockets shoot off and Croc was left bracing, if not shielding himself. It knocks him back in kind, skin tougher than anything but it damages him enough. His skin sizzle and still catch flame from the impact but he's rushing – tackling and meeting Meka halfway. She can't shoot her gaze to Nightwing, to see if he was okay. All she had was comms, all she had was faith.
Croc's claws dig into the glass of her cockpit, leaving scratches across the front. Metal bends at the connection of the shield and her side-paneling. She winces and sets her boosters into turbo drive once more, driving Croc into the ground with a guttural noise croaking past his throat. ]
He's about to rip Meka open! I need him off!
[ He's latched on, and that's when an idea strikes. He's a croc, not a damn bird. Boosters engage, enough to shoot her up into a swoop – to drive her upward. Dick had to contend with the explosion, but Hana sees it as if the world stopped. ]
Nightwing! Nightwing! Answer me! Are you OK?
[ She's mid-flight back up into those clouds, back up with Croc still latched to the front of Meka. He's slipping, claws ripping metal down in a gashing, desperate hold. They were above the water now and with a few more seconds –
Her mech flickers. It's lights dim to emergency setting and her screen is gone. Booster failure, and now – the freefalling descent down with one croc clinging for dear life as well. Hana's panicking to herself, looking around for anything she can do. The ejection button was slapped repeatedly, over and over – even her nerf. Nothing. ]
GG...?
[ She doesn't give up hope, but she can't find anything to let escape her lips before the impact of her machine causes a bellyflop of water to go surging into the isle. Meka was gone – sinking quickly with a Croc back in his element. All Hana can do is try to bang on the scratched glass to break through – not resorting to her gun just yet. Her mind was too panicked for that. ]