(OCC Kant, CMV's have NO WEAPONS, unless you count the short range laser cuters, that is the point of the exercise, teamwork to save an injured comrad w/o getting shot down, + the longer you stay the mroe enemies there will be but feel free to use the cutting and wielding tools creatively or the arms, as they are pretty strong as well)

(Hades if I’ve gone too far in adding things tell me. I’ll edit.)

Steve smirked as he heard Kent over the intercom. Shaking his head. “You just have to be the big shot don’t ya.” Steve teased. Either way he followed just behind. Turning right before the smoke so that he could make a circle around the mane threat. At the same time letting Kant be the distraction he seemed to want to be.

Steve turned back and dropped low to the ground. Weaving through. “I’m not seeing anything but fighters.” He reported through the intercom. “Hold on.” He started checking the controls for something to help him navigate. Infrared? That might work. He tried it. Instantly being shone that there wasn’t anything making heat where he was first headed but there was something to the left. He made a blurred circle around the heated area. Didn’t look like any ships or things like that. “I think I got him.”

Kim frowned at the alpha teams job. Food? She was supposed to bring the boys their food? Well ok. It was supposed to be done fast. That was cool. Maybe that wasn’t so bad.

A small smirk came to her face and she accelerated a head. Giving a wake to Hades and Molly before pushing the CMV harder.

OOC: My bad, I've gone and editted it. Lasers for the win! lol

Molly grinned as Kim shot past her and Hades. She accelerated as well, and soon caught up with Kim. Not even ten minutes into the excercise she noticed that they were being followed. And it wasn't just Hades. She thumbed the com unit, "Kim, Hades, we've got company." Molly pulled the CMV to one side as one of the fighters shot at her. "Crap, it looks like evassive tactics are in." She grinned, this was a ton of fun.

Meanwhile although Edward’s engines had quit he was by no means helpless. He was having a bit of fun trying out the arm controls. Having dropped his cargo he was now moving his CMV forward a bit like a giant ape. After being forced into hiding by fighter planes and ground artillery, he set about repairing the defenses with his repair tools. Once when he was wielding a fighter zoomed past distracting him. It left him with a pool of molten metal in one hand (CMV’s hands are designed to stand extreme heat and pressure) and the wielding tool in the other hand. In total frustration he pivoted to face another incoming fighter and hurled the rapidly cooling pool of molten metal at the incoming fighter.
“Arrrrgh, eat that ya piece of trash!” he yelled. Amazingly the pool of metal was sucked into the fighter’s jet intake. A crash and an explosion ensued. If anyone could have seen through the smoke they would have been greeted by the weird sight of a CMV cheering and clapping with its arms over the wreckage of a fighter plane.

Hades grinned and also shot forward. He enjoyed “burning rubber”. Soon they were well on their way to the canteen.

He smiled “lets make this interesting.” He thought. He pressed the button that released 5 fighters into the tunnel behind them.

"Kim, Hades, we've got company."

“Got it, looks like it will be a quick pickup and return.”

Did Edwards just... no. No way. He did not just throw something at a fighter that made it crash, and then start clapping with the arms of his CMV. Although that did give Kant an idea... He swung through the fire from the fighters, narrowly dodging a missile, but in doing so was strafed down the left side. Now the left side of his engines were nowhere near the power they should be. Great. He persevered, trying to equalise the power between the engines as he raced for his target. He was soon flying above a fighter, and he quickly took the hand controls. He grabbed the wings of the fighter, and pulled them upwards to bend them out of shape. The fighter dropped like a rock. He spun through the fire, avoiding everything the remaining two fighters could through at him, but then he saw something in the distance.

"Stephen! We've got more fighters inbound! Hurry up and grab the cargo!"

Kim turned enough to see behind her as Molly came up. Kim pulled in the opposite direction as the fighter charged and went to zoom between them. Then turned back. Kim moved one enormous mechanical arm out to the side then accelerated close lining the fighter in mid air.

A second came up behind her and Molly mean while, Kimberly turned and skidded through the air avoiding that one.

Meanwhile Steve had located Edward’s hiding place. Just on the other side of the smoke. Then again who couldn’t locate him after the explosion. And it looked as though They had more company.

"Stephen! We've got more fighters inbound! Hurry up and grab the cargo!"

“Right boss. I got him.” IF course Boss was said with a bit of sarcasm. Maybe that wouldn’t come through on the intercom. Not like Steve really cared.

His CMV made a V like for Edwards. Utilizing his craft’s arm controls, he used them to grab a hold of the broken down ride, and powered straight up out of the line of, new coming, fire. “Hey, Edwards. What’s up?” His face beamed down at Edward’s CMV shooting the top of the vehicle a lopsided thumbs up before he had to take the controls again to evade the new set of fighters.

“Ok. Now what?”

Molly grinned as Kim took care of one of the fighters. She saw one coming up from beind and swerved, doing a 180 so she was facing him. She charged whilst having one of the mechinical arms come out an drip the wing of one of the fighters. It didn't take all of it off, but enough for the plane to lose balance. The fighter had managed to dodge slightly. Lucky him.

(OCC hope I did not god mod too much, tell me and I will change it)
“Now what?”
“Dear boy, my main engine is down, we are being attacked by fighters with more ground troops and aircraft on the way, we have no guns, and you are asking ‘Now What?’, ill tell you what, GET US OUT OF HERE! NOW”

At that moment a fighter headed straight towards them in the cockpit a hologram of a human pilot has a large smirk on his face as he gazed at both of the CMV’s, as in both CMV’s alarm bells started to sound.
*Warning missile lock detected*

Colonel Edwards might have been the oldest in the bunch of pilots he certainly was not slow. “Steve, pull up.” He looked around for something to allow him to see his enemy; his eyes glanced on a button that had just lit up.

DOCK

He immediately typed in a query, the computer answered immediately.
The dock button he found allowed two or more CMV’s to remain attached to each other (esp in enclosed space) and did so either
1) A special EM attractive/repulsion field, allowing one CMV to move around another a bit like an electron about an atom.
2) If one CMV had a failure it could roll and rotate around the second by an interlocking guide rail.

He hit the button and was happy to hear something lock into place.
“Hey Steve you can let go, I have docked out two craft together.” That fact had improved his mood somewhat, but the situation was still unchanged. They were still getting shot at and only Steve’s flying skills were keeping them alive.

Edwards rotated so he was facing their rear and saw that same pilot (each one of the holographic pilots have a distinctive face) grinning at them again. He fired; Steve moved them out just in time, and the pilot roared by rocking his CMV in his wake. “Oh no you don’t.” muttered Edwards. He tracked that fighter as it made another pass; there was not time to make a pool of metal. He searched the CMV’s tool box for anything that could be of use, then “AH HA!”

The plane fired and missed purposely, he/it was toying with them. His sneer turned to one of shock and horror as instead of shooting past the CMV’s to make another round, his windscreen rapidly filled with a huge monkey wrench and before he could respond. Impact. “One more down.” Edwards said to Steve “Excellent flying by the way.”

IN THE TUNNEL
Hades smiled as he noted the inventiveness of the girls. He pulled a smooth barrol roll and charged a fighter, dropping under it at the last minute.

Kant spun over the pair of cuddling CMVs. "Will you two hurry up and get out of here? I'll distract the fighters, there's only a couple left, but it probably isn't going to be too long until they send more. So hurry up and move!" Kant swirled towards one of the remaining aircraft, and with s smirk he activated the repulsion field. He flew above the fighter, and with the field on it couldn't get close to him. He lowered, and started pushing the fighter towards the ground. Panicking, the pilot tried to swerve out of the way, but Kant kept above it until there was no hope. The pilot tried to eject, but his only succeeded in dieing quicker as he connected with the underside of the CMV. kant noticed the last one speeding towards the pair of CMVs, and launched a missile from a good distance away. "Damn. Ok, don't worry you two, I got it." He sped towards the missle, and thankfully was close enough that he could reach it, and the repulsio field forced it to to the side, so it missed. Barely.

“Dear boy, my main engine is down, we are being attacked by fighters with more ground troops and aircraft on the way, we have no guns, and you are asking ‘Now What?’, ill tell you what, GET US OUT OF HERE! NOW”

“ok. Let me rephrase that question. RIGHT OR LEFT? Oh wait I got it.”

Steve pulled around and accelerated. He had to turn the magnetic field off in order to get close enough to grab Edward’s ship but so far that hadn’t proved to be a problem.

“Steve, pull up.”

Steve was already pulling up and to the right when the missile zoomed right by him. “Hey, no back seat driving from you.” Steve said through the intercom, although there was a grin on his face when he spoke.

“Hey Steve you can let go, I have docked out two craft together.”

One eye brow raised at this comment. As if the eye brow raised could be seen through the intercom. “This doesn’t mean I’m going to suddenly have to catch you does it?” Still he obeyed. Multitasking to work the arm controls to let the Colonel’s CMV go and dodge at the same time. The arms refolded and the colonel’s CMV was moving to just behind Steve’s “OK. That is really coo,.. Whoops.” A new strain of attacks started and Steve barrel rolled to the right to avoid a new stream of shots from the side. Sensors told him he got nicked on the bottom side of his craft but it didn’t seem to be too bad. No trouble with the controls.

“Oh no you don’t.”… “One more down. Excellent flying by the way.”

There was a crash somewhere behind him and he saw a monkey wrench somewhere below. Oh that was too funny. He grinned. “Thanks. Nice creativity.”

There was another fighter back there though and no time for small celebrations. Steve’s missile alert flickered back on and he moved to the side yet again. Darting sort of the way you see a dragonfly in flight. Their taking one path one minute. Then another the next.

"Will you two hurry up and get out of here? I'll distract the fighters, there's only a couple left, but it probably isn't going to be too long until they send more. So hurry up and move!"

“Alright hero.” Steve teased. Did it look like he was sitting on his thumbs or something? Yes he was hurrying. Still it was harder to dodge metal projectiles when he had the magnetic what’s-ya-call-it off. Thinking too fast to think of proper terminology in his head. Something he was thankful for that worked on Kent’s CMV.

Kent blocked and Steve moved on. “Nice.” Steve commented at Kent’s maneuver between him and the missile. “Ok, as said before, we are out of here.”

Molly had turned back leaving Kimberly to lead, although that was am interesting sideways move. Kim lead them into the next turn, and then turned back, to take out a couple of other fighters using the same arm method as she had a moment ago. Then turned to go the correct way again.

(So much written for Steve. So little for Kim. Lol)

*chuckles, its cool*

Molly grinned, she was having a blast. Now was the time to take out a few more fighters. The way to do it, make them take each other down. She turned the CMV around to face the fighters, and charged two of them. As they charged her back she swerved and charged one of the fighters and played chicken. Not really, she went underneath him as the second fighter crashed into the first. Hehe, she was doing good now for the everyone else.

(re guys go ahead and post, as for molly and you guys you have now arrived at the place to pick up lunch. i Have exams in a few days and will be on a flight soon. sorry for holding up you guys)

Kant watched the dual-CMVs head for the horizon, and spun for the oncoming fighters. He swerved between them, and shot off the right. He would lead them a nice safe distance from Steve, then really boost his speed to make his way back. the fighters followed him, and launched a pair of missles. kant ignored them, and they were harmlessly swerved away by the field. He pulled away from the fighters, until he could barely see them, and then headed for where Steve was headed. the fighters didn't have a chance to follow him, and it wasn't too long before he caught up with the odd-looking pair.

"The fighters are dealt with, I doubt they'll be able to follow us. If any more come, you keep going. I should be able to pull off the same trick again."

(Sorry for holding things up. Been working on closing on a house and school starting.)

Steve grinned as Kent gave him the go a head. Right now to avoid more attacks and get out of there. He zigged then zagged, accelerating at the same time. Off to finish the mission.

"The fighters are dealt with, I doubt they'll be able to follow us. If any more come, you keep going. I should be able to pull off the same trick again."

“My hero.” Steve mocked through the intercom. Still it wasn’t like he could do more. Having the two CMVs together like this made him a bigger target then Kent.

Kimberly grinned as she’d watched Molly take out the next few fighters. She pulled up lowering her CMV long enough to get her share of the cargo, the lunch. Then she turned back beginning the journey back. Now to not spill a thing.