Daniel heard the newcomer’s response and decided to let the matter be. He might actually be telling the truth.
Turning towards the new hostile that emerged to ambush the ambusher, the lanky beast's claw-drills began whirling in anticipation of bloody melee before it attempted to parry the incoming axe with a swipe from its right arm, and then followed up with a thrust of its left, drills spinning all the while and relying upon its longer reach and taller stature to keep the human machine at a safe enough distance where its bulk and strange proportions could not become a liability.
Unfortunately for the team, the lizard freak was equipped for multi-directional combat and dissuaded any attempts at attacking from the rear when it brandished another set of weaponry, its organic missiles sliding back into its armor for safety, unfurling a set of light pulse lasers mounted on the sides of its long neck before opening up on the Great when it tried to get closer all while keeping its eyes and claws on the Zord in front of it.
Aside from the mechs and their pilots, Jameson and Maverick would be greeted by a very, very, very tall man in golden armor standing alongside the war machines and matching, and in some ways exceeding them in sheer presence despite his small stature, with the way he carried himself around as if he was confident that there was nothing in his sight that could even hope to stop him... Is he even a man? He's far too big... Not to mention that Maverick could tell that the golden giant- or at least his armor was the source of the first data entity that attempted contact and most definitely not the one that tried to lock him out of the Gundam's systems.[|> On the Surface of Cera || An Intervention with the Team <|]
The Gundam Maverick would soon then rise, standing valiantly as if nothing bad has ever happened. Shield on the right and rifle behind its radome sensor array. Its ocular sensors regaining full functionality once again after the slight mishap from an unpredictable factor within the environment.
Jameson meanwhile from inside its cockpit began to ready himself for disembarking from his seat, standing up and setting aside the main panel connected from the seat, within the full panoramic cockpit. The sealed doors would open, allowing him to step out of his machine with his helmet off already, with only an earpiece on his right ear to hear any dialogue from any channels that wished to open dialogue and interact with him.
The hatch opened and the mobile suit's precepts allowed it to move by itself and catch Jameson by moving its right hand below the hatch, and act as a step for him to stand upon. Once Jameson was on its hand, he'd then look at every machine there is, revealing his face for everyone to see. Likewise, hearing the first voice to crackle forth and interact with him, he would place his hand on the earpiece on his right ear and respond to William Tinmall first and foremost. "Same as you and your other comrades, Sir William. Jameson Santiago and Gundam Maverick at under you and Ceran Navy's care." He responded with a small smile, looking at Sir William's direction, before shifting his gaze at Daniel, whom also showed his face outside of his particular 18 meter tall mobile suit. To which he answered. "Nice to see you outside, Daniel. As for my mobile suit..." Jameson softly pursed his lips before responding, thinking of a white lie to answer him.
"It was a technical mishap on our end, blowed up a faulty fuse, but we we're able to remedy the situation with our resources and repair systems from within the mobile suit." He said, with a reassuring smile as he placed his left hand, on nape and laughed wholeheartedly. Showing abit of his carefree side as he said with a smile. "Thanks for the concern though!"
[|] Jameson Santiago || Gundam Maverick [|]
[|> On the Surface of Cera || An Intervention with the Team <|]
One of the Ceran Navy's merchant marine vessels on a routine patrol suddenly picked up a contact. Another outworld stray from the looks of it. Where were these guys coming from? Whatever was bringing them here seemed to have a thing for Cera as the last time this happened was when it all went down 10 years ago... Whatever the case, this one requested to dock and resupply, a major from wherever he came from. He even offered things to trade in return for some hospitality. A somewhat welcome gesture, at least.
“Heh. Alright. That's a relief. Zetans would've just blasted me. Be seeing you guys in a minute.”
The golden warrior lies silent and unmoving, ruminating on an answer to Jameson's response. Internally, however, the Custodes was fairly impressed at his intuition, to conclude that the Men of the 41st Millenium had such terrible experiences with Artificial Intelligence, and from what he had said about where he hailed from, his people were starting to develop the very same attitude towards them. That and would it be fair to consider a copy of a human mind a true abominable intelligence? A mind that can truly comprehend what it means to be human? He honestly cannot say... Immortality was a poisoned chalice at the best of times, all too frequently would those who at last achieved it lose themselves or all they cherish in exchange...
"Hmph!" David, having gotten his own free moment, noticed Great Mazinger's attempt.
“Bastard has more tricks, but that won’t slow us down! Let go mighty beast! Let try to help your companion! MAZINGER BLADE!” Kane scream out as the sword came out of Great Mazinger Leg fins, as it flew up, before he then would do a roundhouse kick on it! As it flew across the field, aiming to strike at the center of the beast to paralyze it! As then a couple of the laser fire caught Great Mazinger, impacting him as he started to shield the Zord, so he can get a shot!
The buster rifle blasts its oncoming missiles apart and rakes across the beast's back, the tide of plasma scorching its armor and pushing it forward into the waiting axe of the Zord. Unfortunately, the dinosaur's armor plate held strong, and aside from staggering it and leaving an ugly mark on where he had shot it, the beast was seemingly no worse for wear.
While Kane managed to ignore the beast's pulse laser fire, its next trick wasn't nearly as easy to brush aside... As the Great dashed into melee, the Mechasaur's tail suddenly telescoped and expanded, a nimbus of crackling lightning materializing around the unfurled appendage before it quickly lashed out like a serpent toward the super robo's center of mass!
A blue and silver arm took hold of the tail, unharmed by the crackling electricty, eyes glowing like two suns as Perun held the mechasaur in place with its mighty glacier like strength. Perun raises its arm into the air and brings the axe down like a vengeful god of the north.
There was a bit of a commotion when the Thunderbird attempted to squeeze into the cargo hold of the armed merchantman, the crew screaming in horror at what the outworlder was trying to do and desperately begged for him to stop; only for their fear to transform into utter bewilderment and disbelief as Hanar was somehow able to fit his mech in with nearly no issue, which was mindboggling as it was nearly 50% taller than the Ryders their Navy counterparts used.
The tail is severed in a wild storm of forked lightning, followed by a thunderous roar of pain from the mechasaur. Unfortunately, it still had some tricks left in its bag as it whips about towards Perun, albeit slower now that its center of mass and balance were all out of whack from the loss of its primary stabilizer, panels on its chest spring open to reveal an array of gunbarrels and the ox-like Zord is buried in a barrage of projectiles that while not particularly large or very good at penetrating armor, was very distracting and gave the monster enough time to swing its drill claws at the Perun in an attempt to knock it aside before sequencing to try and block the Great's sword strike as well as giving it a taste of steel rain from its chest to further improve its chances.
The crewman makes an aside glance and a rather uncomfortable grimace as he prepares to give Hanar a very abridged version of the sector's current political maze...
