Stop the clock, Bob!
"You know, if you girls keep slippin' Bubblegum Crisis songs into yer sets, people're gonna start askin' questions," Adam remarked, trying -not very successfully- to pay attention to his flight controls.
Miku snuggled deeper into his lap. "You worry too much," she said languidly. "If Jet can flat-out coslife as Sylia without getting caught, we can cover 'Konya Wa Hurricane' every once in a while. Besides, if people do catch on it wouldn't be the end of the world. If nothing else I'd probably attract a better class of creepers."
"We should be so lucky," Adam sighed.
The proximity-warning sensor started chiming urgently. "What the-?" Adam sat up abruptly. Miku bounced out of his lap and into the copilot's seat, warming up the radar display... and then, after a moment's hesitation, the main gun.
* * *
Elpeo had been following the strange ship for some time. It had briefly shown up on her mobile suit's radar, but no matter how much she strained her ears... no, not ears, something new and different and strange that was almost like hearing but not... she couldn't hear anything but the whisper of an engine. Quiet, in Elpeo's experience meant secrets. And secrets fascinated her.
When she got into visual range, the ship proved to be interesting to look at. It was painted all kinds of vivid colours, teal and pink and yellow with bright white letters saying things she couldn't read unless she got really close...
And then the ship spun abruptly to face her, and oh, she could hear it now and it was angry! Loud booming barks of radar lashed out at her, searching, hunting...
But it didn't go in for the kill. At least not yet...
"Unidentified motoroid, this is the Lady Godiva." The voice on the radio had an inexplicably yet reassuringly familiar accent. "You're flying awful close with no IFF or radio contact. Something the matter, over?"
"Uh... no, not really. Sorry!" Elpeo gave the motoroid's controls a twist. This was a good place not to be.
* * *
"Aw, hell. She's just a kid! Can't be more than twelve..."
"A runaway?" Miku wondered.
"Or a joyrider. Either way she ain't safe in that thing all the way out here- Shit! She's running!"
"Try and get ahead of her. I'll see if I can raise the cops." Miku fiddled with the radio settings for a moment. "Anyone on this channel, this is space vessel Lady Godiva. Pan pan pan! We have a probable unaccompanied fenkinder in a motoroid who ran like a scalded cat when we tried to contact her, suspect her vehicle may be stolen. Request assistance, over."
"You know, if you girls keep slippin' Bubblegum Crisis songs into yer sets, people're gonna start askin' questions," Adam remarked, trying -not very successfully- to pay attention to his flight controls.
Miku snuggled deeper into his lap. "You worry too much," she said languidly. "If Jet can flat-out coslife as Sylia without getting caught, we can cover 'Konya Wa Hurricane' every once in a while. Besides, if people do catch on it wouldn't be the end of the world. If nothing else I'd probably attract a better class of creepers."
"We should be so lucky," Adam sighed.
The proximity-warning sensor started chiming urgently. "What the-?" Adam sat up abruptly. Miku bounced out of his lap and into the copilot's seat, warming up the radar display... and then, after a moment's hesitation, the main gun.
* * *
Elpeo had been following the strange ship for some time. It had briefly shown up on her mobile suit's radar, but no matter how much she strained her ears... no, not ears, something new and different and strange that was almost like hearing but not... she couldn't hear anything but the whisper of an engine. Quiet, in Elpeo's experience meant secrets. And secrets fascinated her.
When she got into visual range, the ship proved to be interesting to look at. It was painted all kinds of vivid colours, teal and pink and yellow with bright white letters saying things she couldn't read unless she got really close...
And then the ship spun abruptly to face her, and oh, she could hear it now and it was angry! Loud booming barks of radar lashed out at her, searching, hunting...
But it didn't go in for the kill. At least not yet...
"Unidentified motoroid, this is the Lady Godiva." The voice on the radio had an inexplicably yet reassuringly familiar accent. "You're flying awful close with no IFF or radio contact. Something the matter, over?"
"Uh... no, not really. Sorry!" Elpeo gave the motoroid's controls a twist. This was a good place not to be.
* * *
"Aw, hell. She's just a kid! Can't be more than twelve..."
"A runaway?" Miku wondered.
"Or a joyrider. Either way she ain't safe in that thing all the way out here- Shit! She's running!"
"Try and get ahead of her. I'll see if I can raise the cops." Miku fiddled with the radio settings for a moment. "Anyone on this channel, this is space vessel Lady Godiva. Pan pan pan! We have a probable unaccompanied fenkinder in a motoroid who ran like a scalded cat when we tried to contact her, suspect her vehicle may be stolen. Request assistance, over."