Alice watched in awe at the new ivory MAS. It was faster than any machine she’d ever seen before! It was incredible, and she knew it simply had to be captured so she could pick it apart, piece by piece to figure out how it ticked. But before that she’d need to fight off these Coalition machines. One of the Destroyer’s MAS teams raced towards the Lincoln, and Alice extended the barrel of her Scorpion rifle. The damage to her Eagle's hull had not been completely repaired, and while her shields were back in order, they would not be enough to protect enough damage as she had sustained from the last battle. Not only that, if she could even survive that much damage and come back to the Lincoln alive, Reina might not be able to save her from deresolution like she did last time.
For now, it would be best to maintain her distance, and even more than that, remain calm. That shouldn’t be too hard, right? She hoped as much as she lined up her sights and opened fire at the upcoming Coalition squad, while they did the same. She smoothly dove and dodged from the barrage of bullets and missiles, almost as if she was dancing. After several shots, she managed to take down two of the Mk II’s, causing them to burst into hot, twisted metal.
As she did this, she noticed an ejected Coalition pilot, her MAS taken down by Ms. Nishizumi. For a moment, she thought to point her rifle over to her and take a shot. She should do it. That was one of her primary functions, to terminate Coalition personnel, wasn’t it? She was almost going to aim her rifle at the pilot when Hunter requested she be taken as prisoner and Alice shook the thought out of her head. But the memory of her primary functions still lingered.
“Alice, two kills confirmed…”
Suddenly, she heard Ariana over the comms, calling for assistance. In the distance, a Ferir closed in on her position. Nishizumi began heading towards to her, and Alice turned towards her to help her. She aimed her last operable rocket launcher in the Ferir's trajectory and fired.
Click.
She fired again, and again, and again.
Click.
Click.
Click.
She let out a whimper when she began to remember herself firing that launcher point blank into a Coalition Ferir, and realizing it probably did more damage than was noticed. Her whimper began to turn into a soft growl before she held it back in a huff. She couldn’t let this get to her. Especially not when she realized how close the Mk III had gotten since she last noticed. A volley of bullets were slamming against her shields, bringing them down, and forcing Alice into the defensive. Alice sped off as the Mk III gave chase and motioned to the remaining Mk II, who broke off and left her with the Mk III. It seemed they wanted to hunt the White Rabbit on their own. Not good.
“This is Alice, I have a Mk III on my six and I could use some help, please.”