As the heavy locks slide open, slowly, painstakingly... something strange, yet familiar is revealed inside.

A particularly shaped chunk of metal, with features vaguely reminiscent of a Reploid's face on the front, right down to the red marking.

A Biometal..?

There's a solid second of silence... before the Galleons start unloading toward RiCO again, clearly uncaring or unwilling to turn themselves in peacefully.

“What? Open the doors, quick!”

After a moment, the heavy doors hiss open, revealing the staff and Conductor safe inside.

“Ciel? Cripes, her I thought I heard Zero's saber out there... you must be somethin' else. But there's no time- we were cut off from the others in the back.”

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Something spotted her mid-air, flying up to meet her before she can close the distance.

It looks like... a Deluxe Galleon Wing. Only, something was off about it. The way it was moving was far more calculated, and precise, even making micro-adjustments whenever RiCO would do the same.

The flying mechanaloids let loose a Deluxe Galleon Wing, followed by another, which quickly start to fire volley after volley of projectiles at Tron and the Gustaf.

In fact- it looks like they were more than ready for battle.

It's a Maverick raid!

Finally. Once those stupid construction Mavericks actually started doing their job again, this... tower-thing didn't take that long to construct.

Only whatever gods exist know why Pandora wanted it constructed around Model W, though...

“...the hell was that explosion?”

“...eh. Probably nothing.”

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬, 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

A Confection of jamcat
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