Chapter 4-2.5

Kenta had been planning to attack the dock workers. Yet he never would've imagined the day that the PRT beat him to the punch. He also never imagined his roof would be blown off by naval artillery but hey there is a first for everything.

The ground shakes as an Apache hits the ground, detonating it's missiles.

"What in the hell." Lung mutters

"Lung-sama…"

"I know, we should go to ground. If those girls are attracting this much heat I do not want to be around for the aftermath." Kenta says

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Fletcher had felt like she had been hit by a bus and the bus lost. The Bearcat was in a sorry state. Though Bay had led her into an ambush to ambush the ambusher. Well according to the hyper active installation it was something like that.

Now there was a ruined bearcat leaking oil all over the road and she had a dent. Which was the equivalent to a rather nasty bruise.

"Ow that hurt. Did Warspite run into me?" Fletcher asks rethorically, popping her shoulder back into place.

The totaled bearcat was unable to respond however the Bradley did. The armored fighting vehicles 25mm shells pinged off the human-shaped destroyer. Only a few that had hit center mass were able to break the "skin" of the girl. Which caused a small oil leak.

"A fight? Yay!" Fletcher cheers summoning her rigging.

The fairy crew sending out a distress signal would ensure everyone else would come join the fun.

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Stanley had been a prt trooper for 5 years. He survived the Lung massacre and so many other live fire incidents. So many that some had begun to doubt that he was human, even himself. Stanley also had the history of being a master victim. He is the only surviving victim of the bucket.

Stanely has a hatred for steel masters. Kaiser, The Bucket… Georgia fit that bill according to the PRT. So he hated the battleship cape. When Tagg came to him it was a match made in heaven. Stanley was able to get a few squads to follow the idiodic plan and here they were storming the docks.

That was until a red blur ran in front of the convoy. The lead Bearcat hit the object a near top speed and did a somersault. The 8 Ton armored transport which most people would qualify as an unstoppable force had hit an apparent unmovable object and lost.

The front rambar was shoved inside the engine bay while the truck itself rested on its ceiling engine oil drizzling down from the bonnet which now held the shape of contemporary art.

The bump on the road starts to pick itself up. Its joints move irregularly popping back into place before the creature stares at the rest of the convoy, its eyes glowing an Incandescent yellow.

"Holy hell shoot that thing!" Stanley shouts as Bradley's main gun locks onto the humanoid opening fire.

20 rounds are fired in just under 5 seconds causing the figure to stagger back.

"Lights! Turn on the search light!" Is shouted by the driver.

The high beam cuts on illuminating the girl right as her rigging as it was called starts to form from blue particles of light. The maniac grin on the girls face along with the fact she was bleeding black blood made even some of the veterans literally shit themselves.

"Hit her with the TOW!"

"But sir?"

"NOPE NOPE FIRE IT!"

The Tube-launched, Optically tracked, Wire-guided missile missed the ship girl by a good two feet blowing a massive crater into the concrete.

"Fuck we missed!" Stanely shouts as there is a bright flash and the Bradley was no more As a high explosive shell had detonated all the stored missiles and ammo causing a roaring explosion.

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Georgia is looking into the distance as planes start to drop flares and star shells are shot into the air. One hitting an unlucky helicopter blowing it to kingdom come.

"What in the hell is going on over there? Are the ABB trying to attack us or something? I mean, isn't Lung smarter than that… Was that an apache? How would a gang get their hands on that?" Georgia asks rhetorically.

Did she know they had military vehicles? Yes, Fletcher broadcasted that. However, she needed to play it up for vice admiral Avatar. Some of the trump cards the fleet had should remain hidden. As obvious as they were.

"I need to make a few calls." Avatar says

Georgia continues to look out the window as 20mm and 40mm tracer rounds fill the air hunting the helicopters.