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He is awoken by a loud noise from his radio. "How long have I been out...?" He thinks to himself exasperatedly, in part due to his headache and ears ringing. He hears more, what turns out to be yelling: "''Johnathan Marian Swiatek'', could you kindly wake //the fuck// up?"! I'd like to believe you had more than enough beauty sleep for today and we //may// or //may not// need you ''awake and''-" [["Alright. ALRIGHT. I'm alive. Catch me up."]] [["Could you please shut up? I almost got killed and am having one of my life's worst headaches."]]

The small radio transistor in the side of your cockpit blares out loudly, "MAN, ''FINALLY''! I actually thought you might be dead. You've been out for a whole 10 minutes!" The man's voice booms over the speaker, seemingly trying to fight the static as he speaks. His accent is reminicent of that found in Will Smith, which admittedly is strange considering they both met in Japan and he was born in Japan. Johnathan's train of thought is derailed once again as an annoyed collegue butts in again "HEY MAN ARE YOU SLEEPING AGAIN?" [["... maybe?]] [["*sighs*... no."]]

The radio operator sighs back in relief before muttering something to himself, before continuing at a volume you can hear, "Alright my little princess, we found something interesting. I'm sending you coordinates, try to arrive in one piece" Johnathan randomly thinks of that one anime about pirates with wacky powers when he hears the last two words, but quickly takes his mind back to more relevant issues, before briefly thinking to himself that he might have gotten lucky before scoffing at very the notion, "Sorry universe but I refuse to think pure luck dictates victor, but I commend your valiant efforts" [[Prolouge end->Beginning of the end]] (set: $Hero to 1)

The small radio transistor in the side of your cockpit blares out loudly, "''MAN I COULDN'T CARE LESS!'' I actually thought you might be dead. You've been out for 10 minutes at least. So please don't drama queen me." The man's voice booms over the speaker, seemingly trying to fight the static as he speaks. His accent is smoewhat reminicent of Will Smith, which admittedly is strange considering he was born in Japan and they met there. Johnathan's train of thought is derailed once again as the annoyed collegue butts in again "HEY MAN ARE YOU SLEEPING AGAIN?" [["... maybe?]] [["*sighs*... no."]]

His display shows a message, and it reads: "Get your yeeyee ass of the ground and start driving ASAP, we need you here to give us authorization to start harvesting." The message then has a set of coordinates for use with his navigation systems as well as a parting message: "For my least favourite friend, from _." "Cheeky twat," Johnathan mumbles to himself. "But that raw unalderated hood sass cannot be bet." He thinks of the time that was bought from _'s arguing over the most trivial matters yet still being allowed to stay, thanks to his technical prowesse. [[Roughly an hour passes while travelling.]]

The timing of the joke was so bad that they both sit in silence for a few seconds before the radio operator replied, very loudly, to the point you believe he was spitting a few embers as he spoke, "''MAN FUCK YOU''. I DON'T EVEN WANT TO CARE ANYMORE AT THIS POINT YOU ARE ALWAYS THE MOST ANNOYING UNBEARABLE IDIOT I HAVE EVER MET WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS-" The angry man stopped suddenly, seemingly to take a break, probablly from the very enrgetic rant. [[The angry man stopped suddenly, assumedly to take a break.]]

Suddenly a ping starts ringing out. His digital compass shows a dot that probably shouldn't be there, approaching rapidly. Considering a Relic Beast slapped you like around like a ragdoll, and almost, killed you, you would rather not face it directly. But he feels vaguely inclined to try to study whatever it may be and thinks aloud to himself "I'm good at gunning and running, I should be fine." [[Book it]] [[Hide and wait]]

After analysing the situation for a few seconds, Johnathan decides it isn't worth it to wait and see, he thinks about running for it but realises he can't really run away. "Sure," Johnathan thinks to himself. He, does have a four-legged tetrapod on wheels, he can try to run for it and can go pretty fast, but considering the situation a flying craft would be more ideal. Sadly, he does not have jet boosters on his back. "I could absolutely put jet boosters on this thing." He does a mental note of the idea only to realise that he was having an internal tangent and that the pinging is getting very agressive. [["Gotta' think quick"]] (set: $Cowardice to 1)

He thinks to himself: "I'm right beside a dense forest, I can absolutely hide myself and look for a bit" Control, Johnathan only actively thinks about it below the surface when he's forced to resign it, and whatever the massive thing that almost struck him down absolutely succeeded in making him feel less in control even if he denies it. And in that denial he finds enough anger to tick him off. Everyone that knows Johnathan personally can attest that taking enough control to annoy him in any manner is a grave mistake... [[Internal tangent is interrupted]] (set: $Confidence to 1)

Johnathan's entire train of thought is paused he finally get's visual contact with what was making the signal. "..." He feels like he got fooled... bamboozled, even. He was so worried about some wyvern-like creature slamming him down from the sky again that he forgot that the locals somehow managed to make a religion and a magic system out of the mineral(?) that serves as your mech's power source, which happens to generate a prominent type of elctromagnetic waves. "''Finding protonite like this is literally how I built my company...''" He seethes to himself in the cockpit as he watches what he assumes to be a military squadron rushing by. "They don't usually rush like that," he muses to himself as he watches people moving rapidly in formation. [[Until it pauses suddenly that is.]]

Johnathan thinked to himself, in rapid succession: "Forest, //big//, big enough to hide giant quadroped robot with big sword and guns." The simple almost trainwreck of thought led him to rush into the nearest brush that he deemed dense enough to hide his machine's presence, which proved to be difficult since the whole thing without weapons is already 6 meters tall. Then a thought strikes him. "Does a missle pod count as a gun?" Thankfully before he can delve any further into the logistics of what is a gun the pinging finally gets to him, breaking his train of thought. [[Check what the radar is complaining about->Internal tangent is interrupted]]

What he deduced is a patrol squad paused suddenly when some of their carriages reached a close proximity to him. "Screw me." That's the only thought in Johnathan's head as he slowly slumps in to himself in his seat and a sigh lasting a good two to three seconds escapes his mouth. He watches as a person leans out of a carriage and announces, in a fashion he deems as 'obnoxious', "WHOEVER HIDES THERE, SHOW YOURSELF." "I'll admit, didn't expect to hear a woman, guess these guys do have //somewhat// better prorities than good old 'Murica," the thought comes out of his mouth to a deaf audience since (thankfully) his microphone is off. "But either she got the veteran's grit or blind stupidity mistaken for bravery if she is just gonna yell at bushes with her only guide a magic compass." [[Threaten]] [[Malicious compliance]]

Johnathan reaches for a small switch on his console and then starts yelling in to a microphone, clearly a sign that he has done this a multitude of times before: "(text-style:"emboss")[Alright madam, I would like to think that your parents, like mine, thought you basic //saftey//, let alone manners, so let me just remind you that randomly yelling into bushes //rarely ends well//, so how about you let me introduce you to my employer's, (text-style:"subscript")[and my own,] policy on ''Shit-talking people you don't know'']." As Johnathan is speaking, he starts to swiftly operate the consoles and buttons arounf. Swift. Decisive. He silently thanks his mech that it's targeting system is still co-operating with him. As he's finshing the speech he flicks a control, and a robotic voice echo's in the cockpit: "Manual aiming engaged." [["Let's shave some of the hedges behind behind the little lady"]] (set: $Billain to 2)

Johnathan notes that the squadron made plenty of space between them and their target, with the squishier squads up front to take the attention from their caster, what he came to know as one of the world's most portable artillery. "Hold up, she //also// knows a the bare minimum of the art of war? Oh this is going to be brutal." As he continues speaking his chest rises as his face forms a sly grin as he starts mentally flipping through his options. "For her that is." [[Charge straight ahead and try to skid to a halt right in front of the lady]] [[Do a cool drive-by slide and skid directly up to 'Ms. Luitenant']] (set: $Confidence to 2)

Whithout much hesitation Johnathan charges directly out of a side of the brush at his assailants. Or rather would-be assialants, as the mere sight of six-meter-tall behemoth charging at the speed of a derby car //while drifting//was more than enough to put the fear of whatever god they believe in, especially considering these people don't even know what a car is. As the wheeled terror keeps charging Johnathan sudennly pulls of a sequence of inputs in his cockpit that causes the machine to suddenly spin sideways and slide to a stop directly in front of the carridge. [["Well, then... how may I help you?"]]

"//Take a look at these coordinates and// get there ASAP or I'll BEAT YO ASS WHEN YOU GET HERE, do you get that. Please tell me you understand or I will start thinking that you got actual brain damage or something." Johnathan thinks about what it took him to get here and thinks briefly he got lucky before scoffing at the notion, "Sorry universe, but I've already gotten too far for a brain injury to take me out now." [[Prolouge end->Beginning of the end]] (set: $Billain to 1)

Whithout much hesitation Johnathan charges directly out of the brush at his assailants. Or rather would-be assialants, as the mere sight of six-meter-tall behemoth charging at the speed of a derby car was more than enough to put the fear of whatever god they believe in, especially considering these people don't even know what a car is. As the wheeled terror keeps charging Johnathan sudennly pulls of a sequence of inputs in his cockpit that causes the machine to suddenly spin sideways and slide to a stop directly in front of the carridge. [["Well, then... how may I help you?"]]

Now that he is directly in front of the carridge Johnathan can now start making out some of the details of the people present down there, though he doesn't pay much attention, partially because he isn't very concerned. The other part is that his headache suddenly returned with a vengance after this maneuver, to his dismay. [[Suddenly his conciousness starts to fail him]]

Now that most of the people present are terrified for their lives, Johnathan casually drives directly up to the carridge at a comfortable pace, though the recoil did a greater number on his head than he assumed. [[Suddenly his conciousness starts to fail him]]

Despite his grandstanding, or maybe due to it, Johnathan failed to remember that barely over an hour before that he was almost gravely injured by a large flying mistake of god, knocked out from the sky plummeting straight in to the ground below. "M'kay, maybe should've thought twice before I got fancy- ah fu-" Before he can finish his thought he collapses back in to his console out of exhaustion and an untreated mild traumatic brain injury. [[Outside of the robot,]]

the congression surrounding him gets confused when the giant wheeled metal beast suddenly seems to pacify itself, the leader of the small warband is suddenly over-taking by fearful shuddering as she collapses back in to her seat. She says, her voice slightly trembling, "should we take, him, or //it// maybe, in??" To be continued, maybe. (Hopefully)