@WarsChariot — ceased their firing and slowly lowered themselves. Wings that were spread out wide were now tucked into its body and its red eyes changed color to a blue before dimming completely. "Ramba? I've figured out why those men couldn't handle this thing." #𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐎𝐍

@WarsChariot — bring this beast down. #𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐎𝐍

@WarsChariot — good for them inside, hopefully we're not too late on shutting this thing down!" #𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐎𝐍

@WarsChariot — what you can to get the other heads distracted!" Char had one of the mechanical heads trained on him, dodging each beam attack it sent his way while also his primary cannon to collide with said beam attacks and use the smoke as cover to clash with the beast head on! "If —

@WarsChariot — we can manage to keep this things head down," he said, wrestling the head down into the ground before being thrown off with another beam of energy following into the same direction. "If we can do that, I can get inside and shut it down!" #GALAXEON

@WarsChariot — what else can you see wrong with this thing?" #𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐎𝐍

@WarsChariot — for what is being tested understandable. "We don't know what this thing can do. Ramba and I will stay behind to make sure nothing gets out of hand." #𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐎𝐍

— halted his squadron from any advancement more than a few miles. Glad they wouldn't be engaging in direct combat with the creature. This was merely a test run. 〝 Keep your distance with that new toy of theirs, we're no good to house Zabi 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙! 〞 「 #𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐎𝐍 」

— of the living. Three pilots within. Puppeteering this creature, as it landed it's metal feet across the planet. Quakes forming as it's immense weight registered, the world silent as the Gouf watched at a distance. Now dwarfed by the creature's horrifying size, Ramba —

— atmosphere. The lights that flickered from the darkness, descending as frigid beacons of azure light lit up the corpse, now leading two replicas of the original beast. ( 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀-𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐇 ) Like the myths of a zombie, it followed the orders —

— beast. Forged not of scales or flesh, but metal—as three serpentine heads passed. 〝 but I am beginning to believe. . . we've crossed a threshold, no 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙣 should ever have. 〞 The echoes of this hybrid of creature and machine, rung through this thin —

— risk losing. At least not with this new weapon; forged by the most brilliant of minds, across numerous worlds. So they took it a few planets away, a desolate one that was expendable. 〝 I am no superstitious man, 〞 That low tone began, the veteran staring at hide of this —

With the Federation losing pull in their tug-of-war(for once neutral territory), Zeon quickly made claim for the colony they've waited so long for. Ramba Ral sought no comfort there, but for the battlefield. Memento iii wasn't far, but it was too much of an asset for Zeon to —

ᅠᅠ 『 #𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 : 』 • ↻ - 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 • • ♡ - 𝚃𝙾 𝙹𝙾𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙿 • ᅠᅠ ( #MVRP - #OCRP )

@CYBERNETlCKAIJU @WarsChariot @BurrowBeyond ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ — Actually… y’know what? Take it away big guy, this is your thing. ❞ … … … < ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ. >

@WarsChariot @BurrowBeyond @RadiantBlvck advancing his attack. At least for the time being.

@RadiantBlvck @CYBERNETlCKAIJU @WarsChariot — personally. “I know you’re okay in there. Cowards can’t take hits to the face so they put their cockpits in the chest.” The boy’s voice projected as Lagann idled in the air. “Tell those goons to save you or it’s over for you. Let’s see how you like needin’ to be saved.”

@CYBERNETlCKAIJU @WarsChariot @BurrowBeyond shockwave of sorts. The intent was to push those bladed hands out, granting the Radiant some form of freedom – freedom that would allow for a hefty jab to Gigan’s body. Ideally? He would’ve preferred a straight shot to the head. But whether that held true or not was uncertain.

@WarsChariot @BurrowBeyond @RadiantBlvck — claw and jammed the pointed end into the other shoulder before ramming himself entirely into the front side of Radiant Black.

@WarsChariot @BurrowBeyond @RadiantBlvck — precise moment Gigan stopped all his momentum, Ramba would be flung directly off his perch and into whoever he decided to aim all his attacks onto. The whirring sounds of metal was heard and out from the confines of his forearm, two long silver grappling hooks were shot —