[ He hates the start of their relocating. Always. He hates it because he's horrified of being caught. While they had yet to run into any YoRHa androinds up until now, it never stopped being a dreadful possibility. 9S always keeps himself prepared, or... At least he tries to be. He's not a combat model, and while he can hold his own to a point? Facing off androids is a completely different story. Up until her Pod issues a warning of flight units above them, 9S had stayed extremely close to 2B, practically flush against her once they're told they've been located.
He grits his teeth, summoning his own blade, meager as it is, as precaution. His pulse rate flares, body initiating defensive preparations as it had normally before their desertion. That doesn't remove the fear, but it stabilizes his resolve. He reaches out when 2B makes a run to attack first, opening his mouth and reaching out but words don't make it before she's thrown back. ]
2B!
[ He rushes to her side. There's no sense in running off on his own, and the temptation to do so doesn't exist. Quickly, he grabs her arm, helping as best as he can while his gaze is set in the units land just before the end of the tunnel. His nose wrinkles, brow furrowed as he initiates a scan on their pursuers. Two of them, both ridiculously souped up combat models that waste no time in removing themselves from their units and coming for them. The numbers are sky-high, functionalities deadly enough for him to exhale a shocked sort of sound. ]
Shit, we can't stick around, they're too strong!
[ 9S turns around, staring down the tunnels to discover that two more units have dropped down on the other side. He can hear them land from the distance, his Pod hovering in that direction. ]
Analysis: All potential exits blocked off.
Pod! Switch to aggressive, long range combat support! Scan for any weak points, don't--
[ A missile flies through from where they came, programmed specifically for following a path until it reaches its target. 9S shouts as he works to pull he and 2B behind the pile of debris, where the missile detonates at a nearby wall. Flames licking at their cover, burning debris just barley close enough to have done damage.
no subject
He grits his teeth, summoning his own blade, meager as it is, as precaution. His pulse rate flares, body initiating defensive preparations as it had normally before their desertion. That doesn't remove the fear, but it stabilizes his resolve. He reaches out when 2B makes a run to attack first, opening his mouth and reaching out but words don't make it before she's thrown back. ]
2B!
[ He rushes to her side. There's no sense in running off on his own, and the temptation to do so doesn't exist. Quickly, he grabs her arm, helping as best as he can while his gaze is set in the units land just before the end of the tunnel. His nose wrinkles, brow furrowed as he initiates a scan on their pursuers. Two of them, both ridiculously souped up combat models that waste no time in removing themselves from their units and coming for them. The numbers are sky-high, functionalities deadly enough for him to exhale a shocked sort of sound. ]
Shit, we can't stick around, they're too strong!
[ 9S turns around, staring down the tunnels to discover that two more units have dropped down on the other side. He can hear them land from the distance, his Pod hovering in that direction. ]
Analysis: All potential exits blocked off.
Pod! Switch to aggressive, long range combat support! Scan for any weak points, don't--
[ A missile flies through from where they came, programmed specifically for following a path until it reaches its target. 9S shouts as he works to pull he and 2B behind the pile of debris, where the missile detonates at a nearby wall. Flames licking at their cover, burning debris just barley close enough to have done damage.
He's terrified. Completely terrified. They're cornered. ]