Jayce, Headquaters.

"...Pool, Billards, Snooker, whatever works. But perhaps later. I'm still somewhat bus-" Jayce was both cut short by the Skylar siblings introducing themselves, raising an eyebrow but giving a curt nod before the announcement calling all pilots into action. "...Definitely later. Seems like it's time to do what we're here for."

With that, he certainly didn't waste time, finishing his coffee and swiftly putting the books and paperwork in his suitcase beneath the table before leaving the lounge, moving at quite a brisk pace just by strolling along rather than outright running. A gentleman had to look and act composed even if he was in a hurry. Not to mention it'd make it far more easier to avoid crashing the more reckless ones racing to the hangar.

Getting there was simple enough and after stashing his suitcase in his locker, swapping one jacket for another and a pair of gloves, climbed the nearby ladder-stairs and boarded Caliburn, pressing a hand against the cockpit as the metal slid open and closed behind him.

Adjusting his tie and gloves as Caliburn's systems swiftly switched on, glancing at the screens and displays, hands resting on the controls and giving a satisfied nod.

"All systems green. Jayce Albion in the Caliburn, deploying to Berlin."

As the final destination was confirmed over the mech's navigation systems and permission to launch was granted, the suit's verniers faintly glowed before flaring to life as Caliburn rocketed off, light shining off the pristine silver armor.

Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.

Razorback - Berlin

A massive fist slammed into the side of the four story building. With a ripping motion, he tore the structure asunder and showered the streets below in rubble. Thankfully the streets had begun the processes of evacuation, so the damages to the human side were done to a bare minimum.

The same could not be said for the damages to the street it stomped through. Drool dropped down it’s maw as it’s massive tusks gleamed in the dimming sunset. It flexed a muscle and brought it down again on the street this time, cracking the concrete and sending a shockwave out that shattered all the nearby windows for blocks upon blocks away.

It’s ear twitched and it turned it’s attention. A few small specks approaching from the distance. It’s beady black eyes widened, then narrowed.

It physically clenched and then it howled a scream of challenge. It sounded like a furious pig squeal and a tortured scream of a man.

They wanted a fight, they’d have a fight.

Magnadile - Portland

The massive fire croc stumbled its way through the streets with an almost lethargic kind of stumble. Almost confused. Almost bored. Kaiju were known for causing untold damage and to go out of their way to do it.

Magmadile seemed in a stupor. Almost like a drunk just not knowing where to go or what to do. But that didn’t mean it didn’t cause DAMAGE.

It was more of a passive hazard than anything else. Leaving behind a bubbling trail of lava in its wake, where it stepped and dripping from its half opened maw. In fact, as the team approached Portland they could see it just...mindlessly rip off a roof from a building and then benched a massive up chuck of lava, which all but melted the interior and turned it to slag.

It’s damage done there, it stumbled forward.

Queen Regent - Dallas

Queen Regent had caused so much damage to Dallas than could have predicted. The pollen had a corrosive effect on the surrounding area, eating away at the cars, the buildings and worse of all, the roads.

And that made evacuation very, very difficult.

But Queen Regent had a bit of a sadistic side to her. She seemed to target those with small children in particular.

And no one could pick up why.

A small family of three, a mother and her two sons, pressed against the back wall of the ruined dentists building they were hiding in. Queen Regents massive claws were making very short work of the building as it desperately tried to rip it open enough and feast upon the small family.

It screamed and howled all the wall. It’s claws digging a bit closer and closer each time...

When it stopped.

It turned to face the sky.

And it shrieked in challenge

Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?

Sam crossed the sky as fast as he could, keeping up with his teammates, even if he had to make sure things were still working properly.

"Everything is operational" He observed, as the height got to the right point.

"So, what's the plan to handle the big bug?" He asked, rather calmly to the group. If things get difficult, he'll have to force a good old "shoot everything plan", but he didn't want to start with that.

Of course, once he saw the bug attempting to cut a building, and saw the devastation already in place, and he felt his body starting to act.

As if his blood became of ice, his hands moved to triggers of the gun underneath the plane, and he aimed as steadily as possible, letting out three shots, which turned from purple to a pale blue as they charged.

It was his Frozen Touch, the weapons became conduits of frozen energy.

"Hey, Mothball" He yelled.

...Aaand he just said goodbye to plans.

He might deal with the disciplinary measures later.

If he lives.

Wake me up at your own risk.

Steven - Austin

"Keep the bug from moving, and then I'll make a charged shot right through it and put this to a quick stop." Steven stated over the comms system. He knew he had a damn powerful gun on hand - fitting that he'd have the biggest gun really - but the downside was he needed a moment to get aimed and get it aligned for the maximum damage possible. And right now, this creature seemed like the type to move around pretty fast.

"So no matter what, keep the bug from—-oh, motherfucker! Fucking shitbag son of a bitch!!" The string of profanities belted out quite fast when he saw the pretty boy's mech moving ahead and engaging quickly. Before they could fully engage the plan. Fuck, and I'm supposed to be the reckless one.

Steven went ahead and started strafing, firing quicker, less charged shots at the creature's eyes and wings - aiming to take down the more important parts before moving in closer. He knew going from the pollen that most likely getting in too close too soon might not be a wise idea.

Magdalena Danailova, Piloting Nova Coppelia

Mags stayed quiet as she approached the conflict zone, letting the changing tones in her custom-made headset expand her perception of the terrain and its occupants. She kept some distance at first; from what her sensors were telling her, the creature's emissions were corrosive, so she was hesitant to put strain on her shields unless absolutely necessary. The creature was initially after civilians, apparently, but it was also easily distracted by their arrival. Though she'd try to avoid collateral damage, at least there was little risk of it continuing its targeted assault unless all three of their mechs were defeated. Which was unlikely, even if her colleague's reliability was yet to be determined. Speaking of which...

Mags touched a dial on the control panel as she approached the conflict zone, turning up the volume of the comms channel. It would be best to make a plan now, rather than crumbling into chaos-

And, of course, they immediately crumbled into chaos. And they couldn't even be quiet about it. Mentally, Mags added Sam Everett to her list of unreliable pilots. If Steven Skylar didn't stop cursing into the comm channel, he would soon join that list as well. Mags spoke into her headset, her quiet voice drowned out by the profanity until she manually increased her volume in comms.

"Please stop cursing into comms, Pilot Skylar. It is distracting. Also, I can stun the creature, so that you can, ah, "make a charged shot," but I will need cover. My shields and weapons must be disabled to engage Supernova, and I will need to be in relatively close proximity. I will not risk it without backup. Do you.."copy"?"

Mags did not think she would ever completely adjust to English combat terminology. Not that she wanted to in the first place.

Steven - Austin

Well, it seemed the other person coming out here was able to communicate rather than just go rushing in and stealing the glory that rightfully should've belonged to Steven. But then she went ahead and told him about his cursing and, while he could definitely agree with what she was saying... Not even my dad tells me to stop cursing! Who the hell does she think she is?

But he needed the opening to show these two what True American Gunmanship was capable of.

So he went ahead and looked at the creature flying around up there. "Yeah, I copy. I'll make sure the insect gets pinned so I can squash it once its good and immobile."

Drawing his beam saber, Steven got ready to engage and make his distraction so that Mags over there could stun the creature. He set his Focal Beam Rifle to start charging as he began to move in. This'd work. It had to. After all, he was gonna be giving the killshot and participating in the brawl.

Nothing boded better than that.

Taskill

Taskill could see the kaiju boar had spotted Leviathan Rho and Caliburn approaching its position, and seemed to have taken exception to their presence as it was raring for a fight against them. As he approached the massive beast he deployed his cannons from their position along his mech's spine and clenching his hands began pouring energy into them so that as soon as he was in range they would immediately fire at his opponent.

Jayce, Berlin.

It was certainly a smooth trip to Berlin and easy to control, all the simulations for training were already paying off as the cameras first brought up the image of the beast-like monstrosity.

"...Such an eyesore." Jayce sighed.

There was a fair bit of distance between it and the two of them. If Jayce had his way, the stupid thing wouldn't be getting much closer as he swiftly adjusted the cameras and diverted a portion of Caliburn's power to OBLITERATOR.

Best to be pragmatic and get in the first shot. Even if it would potentially be overkill, doing enough damage to severely cripple this damn boar would make the rest of the fight easier considering it was just the two of them as the railgun was almost ready to fire.

"Let's get this done."

Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.