Just Outside MCA, Saturday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

Outside the MCA building stood a man. An angry man. He hadn't seen Cara in days. Some schutta had broken into his head. His ship wasn't here.

But at least he had powers, now-- some at least similar to what he'd had before.

So he stood outside, and he waited. He listened to Zinyak's broadcast, and he waited - for the changes to come, for something to happen.

As the clappering of helicopter blades hit his ears and the roads widened, he said, "Finally."

And then Atton pushed off, hitting the side of the MCA building, pushing off again, grabbing a passing helicopter by the railings, flipping in through the open door with a bare modicum of effort. If he was going to be in here for a moment longer, at least he'd be able to go airborne. Do something. Maybe get to the top of one of those towers.

An alien came hurtling down from the helicopter a moment later. It hit the pavement.

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[wrongkindofsith]

Well, if it was any consolation, if he looked to his left, he'd be able to see Cara. Outside the helicopter. Just kind of hanging there in the air. Scowling.

"I hate everything," she yelled over the sound of the rotor.

Well, maybe not the flying, but considering all the things she'd had to go through before the flying started...

[suitably_heroic]

Atton pushed open the door with one hand. "You need a ride?" he called.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara flew in the open door and found a seat, pulling it closed behind her. "Are we going after the aliens?"

Just because that hadn't worked the first two times didn't mean they shouldn't try again.

[suitably_heroic]

"Why do you think I got this thing?" Atton said. "I'm pretty sure there's guns in the back. I say we find a hub of these guys to hit and just strike them all at once."

That plan would be foolproof!

[wrongkindofsith]

"Sounds like a plan."

It didn't involve talking or limited exterior decorating choices, so it was far preferable to how she'd spent the previous day.

[suitably_heroic]

Don't worry! Atton would be carrying the brunt of the general terribleness today. Not that he knew that yet.

He steered the helicopter away from the apartment building and towards the Selkie Peak tower. "We know they congregate at the base," he said. "Do you know how to operate that gun parked in the back, by any chance?"

Because he was pretty sure she didn't know how to pilot.

[wrongkindofsith]

"I'm better with a bow, but I had a crash course recently."

Turns out robot space zombies weren't that amenable to talking.

[suitably_heroic]

"Then get over there," Atton said, nodding towards the back. "I'm going to make a pass, you put as many holes in them as you can."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Right," Cara said, making her way back there and looking the gun over. Luckily for them (and not-so-luckily for the Zin) whoever had programmed these had gone for ease of use over any kind of technological verisimilitude.

"Looks simple enough."

[suitably_heroic]

"Just remember to point the end that blows things up at the things that need to get blown up," Atton called. "'Cause it's not magic."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Neither's a bow," Cara retorted. "I know how to aim."

[suitably_heroic]

Don't judge Atton's deep-seated need to give you crap about the magic, Cara. Just don't.

"We'll see about that," he called, pointing the helicopter back down. "I've got a visual!"

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara'd like to see Atton shoot an arrow through someone's neck without hitting the person sitting behind them on a horse without his totally non-magical force.

"I can see them," Cara muttered, lining them up in the gun's sights. "Just try to keep this thing steady."

[suitably_heroic]

Not a bow, no. With a blaster, on the other hand... well, he'd gotten by just fine keeping himself willfully Force-blind for years.

"I used to be a combat pilot," Atton shot back, "You'll get your steady."

As long as they weren't shooting at them too much, anyway.

[wrongkindofsith]

Well they wouldn't be able to do that if she shot first, now would they?

"I'd better," Cara replied, squeezing the trigger. It wasn't anywhere near as satisfying as if she'd hit them herself, but it was pleasing enough to see her targets start to fall.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton circled around the tower slowly, keeping an eye out for any weird portals. Nothing yet. Just a couple of blaster bolts flying past them, but not many.

"We're still in the clear!" he called.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was more focused on following those blaster bolts back to their source than looking for portals.

"Good to know," she called back absently as she fired again.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton kind of wished he had a way to keep track of how many she was taking out without having to look away from either a) dodging the blaster fire or b) checking for any portals.

Eventually, he decided that watching the blaster fire was the more important part-- and glanced aside. "Nice score," he called. "Can you get the big one in the middle?"

Looking away was going to prove to be a bad choice.

[wrongkindofsith]

Don't worry, Atton, Cara would only never let you forget it.

Her response was aim a neat shot at said one in the middle, dropping them like a stone. "Hard to miss a target that big."

[suitably_heroic]

"I just thought it'd be a nice lead up to the small one on the--"

And then he was gone.

Oops.

[wrongkindofsith]

Great. Just great.

Cara fired one final burst to discourage any shooters on the ground before bailing on the chopper. Good thing she could fly right now or she'd be having words with Atton when she saw him again.