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This White MAS danced easily out of the way as ballistic shells flew past it, crashing into the shielded hull of the Lincoln behind it. Winding through the glowing lines of tungsten created by the Lincoln's point defense turrets, the White MAS's shoulder mount dipped, as it aimed the thin barrel at the breach in the Lincoln.

"Oh no you don't!" Gerard shouted as he took a swing with his Ravager, its plasma lined edge cleaving a glowing blue line across the deep void of space. The lateral swing scraped gently across the hull of the Lincoln, leaving a slight glowing trail before heading straight towards the white MAS's shoulder.

With an almost impossible insight, the White MAS slid out of the way at the last possible moment, turning to face the attacking Marauder. As the White MAS turned, Gerard could see an intricate red rose painted onto the left shoulder plate of the MAS, with a thorny stem wrapping around the flower. The flower was a well known symbol of a Coalition ace.

'I know that symbol...' Gerard muttered to himself as he almost instantly spun around and brought his axe into a defensive position, the long shaft covering his body, 'rose...rose...Rose de Ilya!' The memory finally surfaced as he adopted a more defensive position. He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. This...this was the person responsible for the taking of the UEE fortress world of Lisat...so many lives, lost that day. He opened up a channel to Yuu. "Echo...I'm going to need your support here...and lots of it," he said as he gripped the handle of his axe tighter. He was confident in his skill...but this pilot had caused the downfall of an entire world...he was not going to take any chances.

The White MAS fired its shoulder mounted weapon at the Marauder, a large, bright bolt of energy flew from the weapon, barreling towards the Marauder. Its shape and speed said plasma bolt, buts its tracking ability said missile Already tightened to a hair trigger, Gerard blasted his thrusters as soon as his eyes registered the shot. Rising up, he expected the bolt to simply fly past him, but instead, it followed up. "Mon dieu!" he exclaimed as he rolled away, the plasma bolt barely searing past him and leaving a scorch mark against his gleaming shoulder plate. With no time to think he dived straight back down at the Rose, taking a cautious horizontal swing with the blade.

Backing up out of the way, the White MAS easily dodged the swipe. Surging forward immediately afterwards, the White MAS lunged with its glowing claws, intent on stabbing them through the Marauder's cockpit. All the while, it opened up with its EKP cannon, sending a dozen plasma sheathed slugs flying in the direction of the Soverign.

He had expected the strike to miss. Bringing up the Ravager to block, he interposed the head of the axe against the business end of the claws, letting the force slam it against the cockpit. Grunting as he felt the alloy give a little, he instantly followed up with a left armed punch...or so it seemed. A moment before impact, he fired the grapple system, letting the electromagnet out at almost super sonic speeds, seeking to pull the MAS to his pace.

The White MAS moved to block, its arm getting caught by the grapple. As the Marauder began to pull on it, the White machine discarded its EKP cannon and drew a beam saber out of its waist, slicing through the wire. Falling back, the White MAS grabbed at its EKP cannon with the clawed arm, allowing it to continue holding its saber.

A message apeared on Gerard's HUD, a unsecured comm line had been opened with him, apparently with the pilot of the White machine. On the other side of the screen, Gerard could see the pilot of the White MAS. While the white coalition flight suit and helmet hid most of the pilot's physical features, Gerard could spot firery red hair through the unpolarized visor, along with the piercing grey eyes of the Rose. The slighter than average frame of the pilot identified her as a woman.  

"Not bad for a UEE pig."

As the alloy wire of the grapple was severed, Gerard pulled back, letting the cord whip around his MAS' arm. If it could no longer serve its proper purpose, it could do well as a flail...though in these Zero G conditions, it may be hard. As the Rose fell back, Gerard slapped the axe to the side and inspected the grooves the claws had left in the alloyed metal. They were deep. Not deep enough to make it unfunctional, but deep enough to make it need proper repairs. 

With a soft beep, Gerard's peripheral vision alerted him to an intrusion in his comm lines. Curious and trusting in his OS' antiviral protocols, he enlarged the screen and placed it to the side. The fiery red headed woman seemed to glare defiantly at him even as she smirked, her cold grey eyes completely at odds with her hair. "Ahh, bonjour madamoiselle," he said cordially with a small nod of his head in place of a bow, "I am glad to see I have chosen such a wonderful lady to dance with today." With that said, Gerard shifted the grip of his ravager to a looser one, the head pointing downwards.

The Rose regarded him with an almost arrogant glance. "I wish I could say the same, but I've never been particularly fond of french." The Rose leveled her beam saber at Gerard, as though she was preparing for a stand off. A split second later a second plasma missile burst from the barrel of her shoulder weapon, soaring upwards a short distance before it turned and streaked down towards Gerard, at the same time, she lunged forward, stabbing with her saber. At the same time, Gerard met the lunge with his own charge. Depressing his left arm, he levered his axe upwards and met the edge of the beam saber with the plasma edge of his axe, sending it upwards before jabbing downwards with the hook, aiming to catch her off guard. At the same time, he jerked his left shoulder away and boosted, aiming to move behind her. "Shame," he said as he executed the movement, "I can assure you you are missing out."

The Rose flowed with the movement of Gerard's axe, boosting upwards out of reach of his hook. Pointing downward with her EKP Cannon, she boosted to the side as she let loose a burst of EKP rounds towards Gerard. 

Boosting further to his right, he let the EKP rounds curve towards him but once again dived towards the Rose, not letting up in his assault. Striking with the pommel of his axe, he brought it around in a wide arc as she tried to dodge. "Support coming any time Echo?" he subvocalised into the squad chat as he tangoed with the Coalition pilot.

Ducking right below the wide arc, her shields flaring as the heat from the plasma edge washed over it, the Rose reached out with her beam saber, the tip of her blade sinking across Gerard's wrist. Still underneath his blade, the White MAS collided with the Marauder for a mere moment as she pressed her foot against the Marauder and pushed off, boosting away. The plasmatic missile launcher on her shoulder glowing for a moment before launching a deadly bolt of guided plasma directly at Gerard, screening her as she boosted away from him.

Stabilising himself with his boosters, Gerard looked up just in time to see the bolt of plasma searing towards him. With no time to dodge, the Frenchman lifted up his axe and blocked it with the shaft. There was a loud squelching and hissing as the plasma made contact. His shields flared as they tried to spread the heat and alarms blared in his cockpit until he shut them off with a fist. A bright flash foced him to close his eyes. As he opened them, he saw that the bolt had cut his axe into two pieces, and the plasma head was already spluttering. "Mon dieu..." he said again as he tried to track her.
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