Liberation Union Mobile Firebase Delta Foxtrot

[WritesNaughtyStories]

The kaiju screams in fury as Scylla's claws tore through its primal flesh. It snapped its head around, trying to reach her, and planted its forefoot and attempted to change direction to get to her. The monster's momentum dumped it over, sending it sprawling. Its massive bulk tumbled to the side, dragging Scylla with it as it howled. The roll carried them through the remains of the column, crushing at least one vehicle. But it skidded to a stop well clear of the outpost and thrashed, trying to reach Scylla.

Cushioned inside the embrace of Scylla's cockpit, Emily felt little, but could make very little progress on the drone, though she thought she might have stopped ot from broadcasting.

//I'm going to say Scylla is disoriented for your next post. As long as she doesn't let go of the kaiju, it's a -1 to fight. Emily should be free to continue working on the drone. If you want to abandon that for the time being you can take in sync as an aspect for the pair of you but the drone with recover. Are we good with two more posts before the carrier arrives?

 

[WickedCadrach]

A flash of concern washed over Emily as she felt Scylla momentarily thrash in feral urgency to avoid being crushed by the kaiju's massive bulk. Scrambling to right herself on the monster that was both adversary and battlefield, Scylla's tentacles whipped in furious confusion. 

For a moment, Emily wanted to drop her connection with the drone, to focus all her attention on helping her BioFrame... but if she did and she let the Hive broadcast go out... Her eyes squeezing closed tight enough to feel the hot misting at her eyelids, Emily subvocalized, "Hang in there, girl... help is coming." 

But that was all she could do. 

Turning her focus back to the sensor array, she took control of the tentacle linking them to the drone, furiously focused on cracking the military-grade IC protecting it. While the neurofluid still linked them, the division in their focus began to fray the connection, and Emily could feel it in the staccato irregularity of Scylla's tendrils still caressing and holding her, as well as in her own distraction... the way her face pulled back from the slick surface and her body tensed against the natural flow of the cockpit's black flesh. 

//I'm good with 2 and then carrier arrives

Burglary to take control of drone (3 successes so far) = 3 = (roll 0, 0, +1, +1) + (Burglary +1) 
Fight to keep the Kaiju's attention = 2 = (roll -1, 0, +1, +1) + (Fight +2) - (Disoriented -1 Fight) //

[WritesNaughtyStories]

The kaiju screeched as Scylla continued to claw at its thick hide and immense bulk. It tried to bend its long body around to tear at her with fangs long enough to pierce her skull, but the agile BioFrame jad positioned herself so far up that it could not reach. It rolled, flailing its tail, and succeeded in pinning her to the ground under its massive body, though her armor kept her from being crushed for the moment.

Emily, feeling Scylla tumble and roll, the sudden, thunderous slap of the beast's powerful tale, struggled to make any headway against the drone, but didn't lose any.

 

Magda connect Patune's comm suite to the carrier's sensors to check on Patches and Scylla. The kaiju was giant - more than four times the size of Scylla - but the hellion was succeeding in keeping it from reaching the outpost. The feed from the HIve broadcast was frozen, but not showing the actual battle. The important propaganda victory would be the Hive citizens seeing the Union defending them.

Magda's chest tightened as the kaiju lashed at Scylla with its tail and tried to crush her, "Hang on!" she screamed into the command push, "Almost there Patches, Somebody help her get control of that drone!"

She could feel Patune go rgid inside her - what had been his pulsing warmth was now a hard bar buried in her, and she tried to soothe him - but he could feel her desperation and concern, her frustration at not being able to reach her warrior fueling his as the fight happened without him. "Soon, boy. Soon." she cooed, but Patune's anger remained. Honestly, so did hers. "Damn it, Vickers! She barked at the carrier's pilot, "Get me in there before that thing kills them."

"The thruster's still only at 40% Captain. another minute of so, and we'll have Patune on the ground."

"NOW!" Bellowed the BioFrame. It wasn' really a word, Magda may have provided that context herself, but his intent was clear.

The carrier angled toward the ground, the pilot using gravity to accelerate as he tried to get to Patune's maximum range as fast as possible. As they neared the ground, Magfa could feel the transit restraints release through Patune. HIs fury became the kind of excited tension that didn't hurt/ "That's my man/" She purred, working her hands over his sensitive tendrils as he prepared to leap forward, throwing himself at the ground to hit it at a sprint.

Leap.

Freefall.

Impact.

Magda drew a bead as Patune lumbered forward. "We're down!" She announced as the mass driver hissed.

A full kilo of steel flew at Mach 5, spanning the distance between BioFrame and kaiju in an instant. Black ichor erupted at the impact and the kaiju spun to face the new threat. "Let him come to me, Patches - you can snatch him from behind. After you get control of that drone!"

// Scylla's attack was a massive success, and only the incredible size difference is keeping her from shredding it. I think her heroic fight buys you a Fate point.

[WickedCadrach]

"Right on time, Ya," Emily called back, feeling a wash of relief through her limbs at Captain Payarkoon's voice on the comms and again as the eruption of kaiju blood drew a furious roar and the full ire of the beast onto Patune. 

Emily felt the stomach-dropping sense of freefall as Scylla launched herself from the kaiju's broad back, spinning in a coil of tentacles as she tucked and hit the earth in a roll that sent cascades of wet dirt showing up under her claws. Moving evasively, Emily tried to keep the feisty BioFrame out of the kaiju's periphery as she allowed it to be drawn by Patune's shot. 

Inside the cockpit, Emily felt her heart racing, her skin tingling as Scylla's connecting tentacles, large and small, vibrated with the relief of being able to focus on just one task again, coming back into synch with her pilot. Emily smirked as the tendril latched onto her clit hummed and coiled, drawing a soft grunt from her as well as an appreciative nip at the fold of sensitive flesh in front of her face. "That's it, girl. Let's take that drone." 

Emily's fingers joined her tongue, feeling the slick, viscous neurofluid against her lips and in her mouth as she lost herself in the shared sense of Scylla's sophisticated sensors. The sweet, heady smell mingled with the ambient feeling of the drone's wireless—like a note of music she could faintly hear in the open air. And joining her in the effort, Scylla purred, and the thick black tentacle coiled around Emily's thigh squirmed higher. 

She felt its tip sliding through the boy-cut shorts she wore under her rugged pants, edging toward the glistening softness where the tendril on her clit throbbed and caressed her. A moment later, the tentacle pressed to her folds, slipping up between them and nestling in a prehensile curl as it teased the pink ring of her pussy's entrance. Emily felt her body on fire with anticipation, the intimate connection playing out in physical space as much as it did in the buzzing ether of the wireless simspace where they picked apart the drone's defenses together.

Scylla's tentacle pushed forward, and with only a momentary resistance, it sank into the warmth of her core. Emily let out a cracked gasp, her back stiffening as her toes curled in her boots. The twisting tentacle's tip circled her insides, riding the bumpy walls of her cunt as it corkscrewed in delicious slowness against the bundle of nerves inside her. And with each pulse of that electric pleasure, Emily felt her senses overlap with the BioFrames, becoming one as she felt herself melting with the mix of neurofluid and her own lubricating nectar. 

//Rolling Stealth to get away from the kaiju without drawing its attention. 5 = (roll -1, 0, +1, +1) + (Stealth +2) + (Slippery as an Eel / 1 Fate Point + 2)//

//Rolling Burglary for the hacking attempt. -2 = (roll -1, -1, -1, 0) + (Burglary +1) //

//I would like to propose a Stunt: Mek-Hax. Putting all Emily and Scylla's focus together on hacking, they trade off defense and awareness for more powerful hacking ability. +X to a single roll to hack a mech, drone, frame, or computer/electronic system for -X to Fight, Shoot, and Notice until the hack succeeds or is abandoned. If the Stunt is acceptable, I'd toss all 4 points on to give it a net +2 in exchange for -4 penalties, as described//

[WritesNaughtyStories]

//I like the stunt, go ahead and add it. But, before you decide to use it, I'm going to randomly determine what the Kaiju does. If it gets a hold of you at -4 it will hurt. A lot. For right now it's focused on Patune but Kaiju are sketchy, skittish things.//

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Patune's thick twist of tentacles twisted and pulsed inside Magda, as his blood lust boiled. She felt herself slipping into his primal need to dominate, joining in his excitement. She felt the mass driver fail to reload and sent a thought to a bundle of muscles that supported the mechanism to flex, inching the steel mass past the snag. Patune could feel Magda's excitement, the pleasure of his coiling interface on her naked skin and it flooded him with the drive to prove his dominance. He roared and lumbered forward.

The mass driver meant nothing to him. His instinct was to fend and tear. he lowered his gait, putting the mass and strength of his legs low and behind him, ready to drive into and through the kaiju. Magda was his. His thick tentacles slithered over her, squeezing protectively and possessively, Inside her he writhed, reminding her of how exquisite his presence was.

Magda opened her mouth, drawing another tendril in with a gentle suck, She triggered the rail gun as Patune's foot dug into the earth and drove them forward.

 

With Scylla free to help Patches, the pair broke the last of the drone's signal defenses. They had control.

//Kaiju, rolled 2 using 1d6.  Target (1-4 Patune, 5 Scylla, 6 Granite). Just for fun, would you like to take a turn with the kaiju attacking Patune?

Edited April 21 by WritesNaughtyStories

[WickedCadrach]

As Patune stole the kaiju's attention, Emily let out a cry of feral triumph. The hack had worked—she had control of the drone. 

"Patches to Ya, we have the cockroach on a string. Seizing the broadcast."

As Scylla's tentacle coiled and stroked inside her, sparking the sensitive nerves of Emily's pussy in lightning that traced through her limbs, the mech-pilot rocked back in the cockpit, her feet sinking forward as her head pulled back toward a sound sensitive nodule in the dark ceiling of glistening, bumpy flesh above her. She felt the delicious ache of being stretched as her BioFrame took her triumphant ecstasy as encouragement, and the thick line of the tendril moving under Emily's fatigues vibrated as it settled into a pulsing rhythm that ran counter-point to the thin black tendril throbbing and sucking Emily's swollen clit off her body. 

All of this meant that as Emily opened the channel to the drone's broadcast, the first sound that rolled out was the cracked moan of her pleasure, followed by a rough chuckle, and finally her spoken words. 

"Brothers and sisters, this morning the Hive attempted to feed you another lie. They marched citizens, men and women like yourselves, into a death trap. Intent on blaming the Liberation Union for the tragedy. As you can see, we did not allow that." Sweeping the drone camera, Emily felt the dizzying pleasure of Scylla's coils around her breasts kneading her fit body, kissing her with hot neurofluid-wet kisses of folded dark flesh. She felt as if she was floating in the cockpit, her body climbing as she shared her senses three ways between the drone's high camera, Scylla's esoteric sensor array, and her own overwrought and stimulated body inside the flesh cavern of the BioFrame's cockpit. 

"We are fighting to save you, to free you. And we will not stop. You are not their tools. You exist. You m-matter!" Her eyes squeezing shut, Emily's dark hair flowed in an arc as she threw her head back and felt the strands of her ponytail sticking to her own sweat and neurofluid-streaked neck, the rest clinging in the writhing nest of Scylla's inner appendages. 

//Not sure if/what to roll here. Just trying to make the best use of this drone before they cut the transmission or shoot it down.//

 

[WritesNaughtyStories]

//Persuade should be a skill, perhaps? But Provoke gets to the same point. Though what we're working is a long term ritual for the propaganda war.

The broadcast was a distant buzz in a corner of Ya's brain that seemed distant and foggy. Patune's thick nerve bundles coiled inside her, slid over her coating her in neuroconnective fluid that opened her to him almost completely. Her pleasure became inseparable from the BioFrame's and Magda chuffed happily into the tendril that filled her mouth and wrapped around her tongue.

She again reloaded the mass driver manually as Patune pointedly ignored it. Instead he drove his bulk forward, catching the kaiju's furious charge on his shoulder. Three of the  BioFrame's claws were dug into the soft earth of the alluvial plain, and his clawed forelimb, nearly as long as Scylla's body thrust forward, seeking the beasts soft underbelly, The kaiju was huge. it's fibs hard and thick and Patune's claw ground along them as his shoulder wrenched painfully. Neither Patune nor Ya felt it as pain, but the electric excitement of combat. Patune heaved, Magda urging hi to twist sideways, driving the beast into the ground. Magda wriggled inside Patune's embrace, sending a shiver of her approval through him as pleasure, and locked their arms behind the kaiju's neck. Patune, despite his ape-like build, kicked and clawed with his rear claws like a hellish feline gutting prey.

The kaiju bit down, crushing the already twitchy mass driver loading mechanism. "Only one shot left, big man." Magda warned, Patune howled and bit back.

As Patune and the kaiju thrashed, Granite and Flora drew up to the flank and scanned the river for Hive troops.

[WickedCadrach]

// Rolled Provoke = 6 = (roll 0, +1, +1, +1) + (Provoke +3)  ) //

[WritesNaughtyStories]

"Make me a star, Patches!" Ya moaned into the comms as Patune, flush with the thrill of combat, bored eagerly into Magda's core. The BioFrame was more compact than the kaiju, but their masses were similar, and Patune folded into himself and dropped onto his back. Using his body as a fulcrum, he pulled the monster over, rolling through the motion like a wrestler to end up on top of the kaiju, straddling it. The BioFrame howled with victory and began to rain down armored fists, as his excited nerve tentacles squirmed and writhed deliciously inside Magda's eagerly drooling cunt.

Granite barked a warning about inbound Hive frames and Magda, unseen, gave a devilish grin.

"Patches, fall back with that drone - film who they shoot at first."

There was no good way to disentangle from the kaiju. And maybe, she didn't want to. If they simply killed it and left - that would be the story the Hive's citizens knew. "Flora, help me end this thing. Patches - show them who their heroes are."

[WickedCadrach]

Following her captain's commands, Emily pulled the drone back into a wide-angled shot of the coastal habitat. The kaiju and Patune's wrestling match was relegated to the bottom corner of the image while the camera angled over the habitat toward the road and incoming Hive frames. Whatever was about to happen, she'd catch it all. 

Twisting inside the cockpit, Emily's body was turned by Scylla's bed of black tentacles, rolling her into an arc like a drawn bow, one boot stretched out as her other knee bent toward the ceiling. Her head lolled back until her vision was inverted, hair dangling down as she faced the forward wall, tendrils of connection scintillating over her scalp and neck while the coils tracing her ribs wrapped her breasts in a peristaltic, kneading caress. 

The animalistic exchange of touch and feeling between BioFrame and pilot was almost musical. And Emily felt the ripples of Scylla's glistening muscle just as surely as the humming of her electrical systems and the tremor-like vibrations of pleasure in her hydraulics and heat sinks. Emily's own cybernetics whirred and vented in similar moans as the ghost in her machine surrendered to Scylla, her stomach tensing and rolling in soft sighs as she met the pulsing of the tentacle buried between her legs, her tongue swirling its tip over the sound sensitive bud just before her lips as if it were a human earlobe. 

There was nothing to say to the Hive civilians or the military watching. The actions caught by the drone camera would speak for themselves. Instead, Emily and Scylla's hybrid hearts raced as they moved with animal instinct toward Patune and the kaiju, loping over open ground with panther grace, the tentacles inside matching the heady rhythm outside, driving into Emily's pussy as the muscles of her core tensed and clenched back in response, goading her BioFrame on. 

Emily's chest tightened in a shuddering gasp as Scylla rumbled and ejected a spiral of blue light from the weapons array in her tentacles, echoing the tremor in her own small release rolling into greater sensation. And as Patune gave the Kaiju a fresh strike to the flank, the beast reared up into the streaks of blue, burning light.

//Shoot for the kaiju to aid Patune = 3 = (roll -1, 0, +1, +1) + (Shoot +2) //

 

[WritesNaughtyStories]

"Frell!" the carrier pilot growls, watching on the radar as the Hive force draws near. "Ya! It is time to go now!"

"Negative!" The force commander moans, clearly in the throes of arousal with her BioFrame. "We need them to see the Hive fire on us instead of the kaiju!"

As Scyllia and Patches attacked the wounded kaiju, Ya urged Patune to let it go, "Frames coming, boy." she urged, rubbing a bundle of his nerve tendrils with the side of her head, coaxing him to turn that way. She could feel him stiffening inside her as his frustration with not being allowed to finish the monster surged. The Hive's vanguard was visible. A pair of fast attack Frames that could tie up both Patune and Granite if they let them get close.

As Scyllia's blue-white fire seared away at the wounded kaiju, Ya called the carrier. "We're going to need an evac, but I want one of these frames. Patches, you hear me? I'm going to core their lead frame and I want you to bring it home, Scyllia, pretty girl - you run back to the carrier as soon as Patches hacks that Frame." The kaiju screamed in fury as Scyllai's laser array tore open the gash that Patune's long fangs had opened up.

Patune began to charge, eager to get his claws on the Hive frame, assert his kaiju dominance over something. "Steady boy," Ya cooed, let them come to us. Patune was raw, physical, eager to grab, tear and bite, but the mass driver would do the job.

"Flora, you and Granite burn down that other scout and get your asses to the carrier."

Aboard the carrier the pilot barked into the internal comms, "Gears! I'm gonna need that thruster at full, NOW!"

 

[GhostSeer]

"I'm working on it!" 

A young woman with long curly dark hair screamed out as she was working in a tight space. She was focused on the job at hand and didn't appreciate someone yelling at here. 

"How did I even end up here..stupid bitch! Piece of shit...WORK!" 

Rebecca would be talking to herself and the engine as she tinkerer away until it started working. Humming to life as if taking its first breath. The young woman would start crawling back yelling out that it's ready.

 

[WickedCadrach]

The carrier thrusters roaring overhead, Emily called back, "On it, Ya," while her body rolled and the dizzying stimulation between her legs mad her gasp into the comms. 

With the drone hacked, Emily routed the connection directly to her cyber, bypassing Scylla. When she jumped the Hive frame, she would have to trust her partner to follow the simple command and get to the carrier, she wouldn't be plugged in to give any more complex commands. The ferocious eight-meter tall BioFrame wasn't really large enough to stand toe-to-toe with more brutally constructed war-frames, but she had a chihuahua-like tenacity that made Emily terrified she'd one day pick a fight she couldn't win. 

"Alright, call it out, Ya. Who's our Sleeping Beauty?" Emily said, assessing the incoming Hive frames as Scylla fell into a panther-like gait behind Patune, sweat running down her back as she rode the edge, biting her lip until it hurt. Scylla's coiling tendrils sucked against the slope of her hip and ass, flicking over her clit like the vibrating tip of a tongue while the thicker tentacle between her legs, swirled itself into tight, steeply sloped pyramid shaped somewhat like old pictures she'd seen of soft-serve ice cream. 

Her thighs quaked, tensing as the cyber in her spine began to misfire from the surges of endorphins, making her head jerk back in a ticking rhythm. She and Scylla might only get one chance to make this work. That would be her moment. 

"Ya, gimme a fucking target!" Emily groaned, the high keening in her voice clear through the open channel, and looping in Gears, she added "Gears, I have a Hive drone on remote. Pa~a-Ah~ss~ f-fuck—Passing control to you." And continuing to ride the edge of release, Emily routed control of the Hive drone filming the encounter to their engineer on the carrier overhead. 

//I would like to roll Emily's Sex skill to try and use this edging she's doing with Scylla for a boost on them, On the Edge of Glory. If it works, I plan to cash it in when Emily makes her attempt to board the Hive frame//
//Rolled Sex = 2 = (Sex +1) + (roll -1, +0, +1, +1) //

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Magda marked the lead Hive frame in the unit's heads-up-display and lined up a mass driver shot that would plow through the cockpit, hopefully killing the poor pilot instantly. The pilot was no more evil than the BioFrame they piloted. It was the masters they served - unwittingly - that were the real threat. The Union needed weapons and that pilot had one.

She sighed and screwed herself onto Patune's gyrating tentacle trying to convince him to stand still. She had felt him in her mind since before she was born, Had spent more time tangled in his thoughts than she had her mother's arms - he listened and she nuzzled his sensitive nerve bundles, trying to soothe him.

The lead frame suddenly changed it's vector, cutting towards Granite!

"Flora!" Ya screeched, "Abort! Fall back! They're going to double team you."

Her urgency surged through Patune and the massive BioFrame explode forward, bearing down on the Hive skirmisher as Granite's blades tore into its companion.

"Scyllia! Carrier, now!" Magda ordered.

With the grim predictability that only The Hive could muster, chain gun and laser fire from their heavier BioFrames began to wash over Granite and Patune. Granite's dense, armor chipped and smoked as the kaiju charged away from Scyllai, toward the defenseless outpost. Bullets tore into Patune. Armor and his thick hide seared and blood sprayed as the brute bellowed his fury. He snatched the smaller frame before it could clamp onto Granite. An arm sundered, metallic skeleton sparking as Patune cast it aside, the BioFrame's ichor splashing over him as his massive fist crashed into the core. The Hive light frame's armor had never been engineered to withstand that kind of force and his blow almost certainly reduced the pilot to goo. More fire raked over Patune and Magda could feel his bloodlust rising. She sighted one of the larger frames on  the edge of their formation.

"That one, Patches!" Magda ordered, pointing it out to the hacker as she targeted a joint in the big frame's armor. The mass driver hissed as the Gauss fields activated. The shot found its home and the Hive BioFrame went rigid.

Now came the hard part. Getting Patune to charge the disabled Frame. "Granite!" Ya yelled, marking the dust-off point next to the disabled frame.

"Carrier - we need evac before my friend loses his temper!"

//Emily, it's to you to hack this frame. Take the boost

//Rebecca: You have the Hive media drone. Roll +Provoke to see what kind of footage you get.

//Patune, Granite and the Carrier are all going to be banged up after this encounter, I think.

[WickedCadrach]

"Of course," Emily groaned, seeing the large BioFrame Ya had sighted for her. Taking hold of the black tendrils nearest her hands, Emily's thoughts and small motions helped Scylla to reorient her in the cockpit, turning her booted feet to the fleshy channel at the base of Scylla's white-steel spine. 

She was panting, her eyes fluttering as sweat poured over her temple and caught in her hair or mingled with the layer of neurofluid on her skin linking her to Scylla's mind. The feeling was intense, demanding her attention. Emily wished she could simply give in... just lose herself in the blissful insistence of the black tentacles her BioFrame used to draw pleasure from her like a pump. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to hold out... tried to make it count. Every second she did built Scylla's fervor, driving the tentacled frame on like a demon on the battlefield. 

"F-fuck!" Emily gasped, her shoulders tensing as she tried to focus, watching through the shared senses as she felt Scylla galloping over the coastal field in the same rhythm her tendrils were pistoning inside of her. Time dilated as the computer trajectories of Scylla and Patches' cyber mingled with the BioFrame's feral instinct and Emily's own intuition. The shared minds made a plan on the fly, half-practiced, half-improvised. Something that took them both working together to realize. 

Her feet came together, her pussy clenching on the pumping head of the tentacle stroking her inner walls like the coil of a soft, fleshy screw. The other tentacles around her body slipped from her clothing, coiling around her like a dozen dark pythons that held Emily immobile, tugging her pony-tail painfully back and making her lips part in an O as the weak shiver of barely restrained pleasure—of the orgasm her body demanded and she would not yet give—rippled across her flushed skin. 

Scylla was at Patune's back now, leaping for the broad war-frame's shoulders like a pouncing jaguar and gripping, perched like a parrot for one small second as white-steel claws and fanning, eight-meter tentacles arced over Scylla's cephalopod head. 

"Now!" Emily cried out. 

Release. Like a shockwave, Emily's head was thrown back, her eyes shooting wide and reflecting the dim glistening flesh around her like starlight. Her senses faded, flaring and going dark for one bare second like a candle caught in a harsh wind. 

Scylla made a roaring, warbling sound, arching in a similar motion as her tentacles and limbs all shot back onto Patune's shoulder, launching her in a leaping arc for the disabled BioFrame. The Hive frames did not expect the abrupt charge and there was momentary confusion as targeting lines were adjusted and defensive postures were swiftly drawn. But Scylla made no move to attack. 

Reaching the downed frame, her access port slammed to damaged cockpit Patune's mass drivers had just blasted to shreds. There was a wet squelch as black tentacles ejected from Scylla's access port at the base of her torso, and Emily, still in the throes of her own aftershocks was deposited into the broken frame. 

With a smile, the pilot's cybernetic hand grasped the rent metal, a hook ejecting from the base of her palm to clamp her in place like a climbing piton. With the other hand, she drove a computer spike into the blasted Hive console, directly through a blood stain where the obliterated pilot must have been, and an arc of blue electricity coiled up the spike's lead to the base of Emily's skull. 

"I'm in! Get to the carrier!" 

But she didn't need to give the order. Scylla knew what to do. And using the disabled BioFrame as a springboard, the white, tentacled mech propelled herself up toward the low-flying carrier, swinging wildly for the extended platform that would give her a place to land. 

//Emily makes her Burglary roll to hijack this Hive frame. = 5 = (Burglary +1) + (Edge of Glory boost +2) + (roll -1, 0, 0, +1) + (Fate point invoking Silicon-Hearted Mech Hacker aspect +2) //

//I can make any rolls you might want for Scylla if we need to check any of the stuff she's trying to do //