GRAND TWEET V: it's over!

"Who the hell makes a mint colored robot! It looks like puke!" Vera mashes the red button.

VEST PIRATES WILL BE CRUSHED The monstrous mint mech marches straight through the weakened factory wall.

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"I like the enthusiasm, but you might wanna wait til we get a bit closer, love." Reginald does his best to point them at the oh so fresh bot

Vestiminous Vestiglio Vestoni V is also on his daily tour of the factory grounds.

"HOW HARD DO I HAVE TO MASH IT!" Vera smashes the button.

The number beneath the button dwindles to show the ammo being depleted, but with a factory crashing around them it is hard to hear them fire

"YO BOT, WE CLOSE ENOUGH YET!"

"Offending person/being/consciousnesses to be brought before Bahamut's Most Reviled for judgement."

Catarath pauses.

"Easy enough."

"Oh, you're hitting it! We're just, ah, not actually hurting that ugly mint monster."

You must fight just to keep them alive

"SPEED UP AND CRASH INTO IT!" Vera screamed with rage through the broken windshield.

VESTMECH... DOES NOT EXIST

VEST AI TEXTILE WARFARE SUIT ACTIVATE

Tired of the ship teasing, Shelena waves goodbye to HG and turns around, deeper in the factory. She would get to the bottom of all this.

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"I assure you that such a plan would be an inappropriate use of resources." The drone flies over one shoulder of the mech, circling its head

"WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT RESOURCES! SMASH INTO THE THING!"

Catarath climbs up, coming face-to-book-to-face with Shelena.

'Enlistment of bystanders permissible in extraordinary circumstances.'

"We are not smashing into that thing." Reginald dodges a swing from its frosty arms, "It probably wouldn't even help. Oh look, your friend!"

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"I'M TAKING THINGS INTO MY OWN HANDS!" Vera jumps through the broken windshield and dive bombs the mech, blasting it with kinetic energy.

"I'd say these circumstances are extraordinary, alright! Any idea what's up with the whole fighting-then-poofing-away thing?"

Catarath lowers the book.

"I am authorized by The Unholy Decrees of Bahamut to offer you rewards should you help me defeat that... thing."

SHIELDS... REFRESHED! A blast of delicious cold air reflects most of the kinetic pulses, but cracks still appear on its head.

MINT MECH... DAMAGED

MINT MECH... ANGRY

ENGAGING UNLIMINTED FORM