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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[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.