Snippet #2417567

Upon returning to the Yellow King, Stride parked H.P. in its proper place and jumped out of the cockpit, his boots thumping hard against the metal floors. As he walked to his pilot seat, grabbing his longcoat along the way, he heard a clunk, signaling yet another piece dropping from somewhere he probably wouldn't find. He walked over to the engine room and opened the door, hearing a whisper as he did so and remembering the last exorcist he had called here. Poor guy went mad, kept saying there was no such thing as a ghost. Stride then placed two fingers to his lips, whistled, and heard a soft rustling noise as Honeybunches, his sugar baby that he found crawling around in Yellow King when he'd salvaged it, crawled up his pants leg and jumped into his pocket, snuggling at the warmth from Stride's body. Stride smiled, took a look at the mess that was the engine, and then cracked his knuckles, getting to work on fixing up the old hunk of scrap to usable conditions again.

Five hours later, it was as good as an engine that had probably seen what a supernova looked like from the inside could get. Wiping the sweat off of his brow, Stride and Honeybunches went back to the engine room, where Stride placed the little guy on what a mini-pilot seat. Honeybunches then grabbed the little flange of metal and fabric that Stride had fashioned into a seat belt and clicked it in. It took Stride two years to teach him that. Until then, there was always a little ball of fur bouncing around while in flight, and as cute as that was, had ultimately resulted in the poor thing breaking a rib. With both of them securely tied down, Stride hit the power, and slowly lifted off into the air, Yellow King's metal grumbling in disrespect and protest against any form of physics.

As Stride flew the ship off to his main mechanic's shop for the upgrades, he came across a Revel/rebel skirmish on a shuttle halfway through his flight. Not one to waste a good fight, he aimed his beam cannon at one of the smaller ones and fired, taking out a relatively minor Mobile Suit. The more dangerous looking Gundams he made sure to avoid with the laser, due to the fact that it would probably only scratch them, if that. However, so as to not be COMPLETELY defenseless, he also armed the EMP mines, which had been the best his mind could design. Each mine on its own could fry a Gundam's circuits with ease if they got within range, and unlike most machines, Yellow King had a tendency to not break in any way until he touched down. He then unbuckled himself and Honeybunches, ran to the loading bay, jumped into H.P., and dropped from the bay and fired up his lance, landing on another Mobile Suit.

"HEY REVELATION!" Stride shouted over the airwaves, Honeybunches standing triumphantly on his shoulder for all to see, "HELL OF A PARTY YOU GOT GOING HERE! I ALMOST FELT OBLIGATED TO CRASH IT!" With that, he disappeared again, reappearing on the other side of several Mobile Suits, lance in hand and ablaze with energy. As he cut the propulsion, the Mobiles in a straight path behind him simply fell apart, sliced cleanly in half. "HOPE YOU DON'T MIND MY CUTTING IN! BUT BAD PUNS ASIDE, ANYONE WHO ISN'T REVELATION SPEAK NOW, OR FOREVER REST IN PIECES!" he yelled again, pointing his lance into the air.