Lodestone TLR-99

Kath & Mehr quickies

Bounty addendum: "Known tomfooler"

"I've lost count how many infantrymen are trying to shoot at us, and you're dancing!"

"You already blew up the artillery, relax, they're just bouncing off us at this point."

"Damn it, Kath, unlock the weapons!"

"Wait for your cue, Mehr, I'm gonna do something."

"Why are we spinning? Wait, is that the--"

"Nutcracker Waltz. Ready on that trigger."

"I've had all targets locked for the last two minutes, will you hurry up and--"

"...and pirouette, and step, and hop, aaaaaand FIRE."

[very large explosion, prolonged screaming, followed by silence]

"...That was a curtsy. You made me fire on cue with a curtsy, Kath."

"And that's why our ground troops love us so much."

"That's why their ground troops just raised your bounty by another ten grand."

"Maybe someday we ought to collect on that."

A more noticeable core-ejection alert

"Kath. What is wrong with you."

"Mehr, did you ever think about where the core actually ejects from, on this thing?"

"The idea is to never get it that hot to begin with, that's what the alert is for!"

"Think about what we do in our off time. I'd like to think I'm pretty good at teasing the limits."

"...."

"Y'know, I can hear you blushing, even over the remote link."

"....Contact, 3 o'clock, one kilometer."

"Pff. You're just trying to change the subject. Contact confirmed, rolling in."

Holding down the fort - literally

"Until the Chief and Cap'n Stork can come to some agreement about what kind of fitments they need, I am not moving from this spot."

"Mehr, did you have to commandeer Lodestone? What if I need it?"

"What we need, Kath, is for this fuel to not fly off into the sunset, and Lodestone's the heaviest thing that I can easily move. So until the guys in charge find a better way to tether their cache of military-grade aerohelium charges to the floor, Lodestone is going to sit on it."

"Why the hell did humanity decide the best fuel was lighter than air?"

"Couldn't say. All I know is if you want your driver's seat back, somebody better go stop whatever argument's going on at the quartermaster's office. ...My guess is, somebody cheaped out on getting the right sized bolts and washers."

"Great idea. Think I'm gonna go kick Chief Moll's ass about now."

Mech Pilot who wwwwwwwWWAAAAOOOOOWWWWwww wwwwwwwWWAAAAOOOOOWWWWwww wwwwwwwWWAAAAOOOOOWWWWwww

"Get off of the air raid siren! People still take those seriously around here!"

"But I wanna make it hooonk."

"You can be such a child sometimes, Kath."

"I wanna-- Hey! Let go of me!"

Complaining about her rank ELO

"Gods, that is--" Mehr had to cough into her sleeve. "What did you do to it?"

"It fell off the record player. ...Into my laundry."

"I know what your laundry smells like. It doesn't get this bad." She placed the copy of Electric Light Orchestra's Face the Music on the worktable, just to stop having to touch the odorous thing. "I don't even know how to wash something this old without ruining it."

"Cast some kind of Strange Magic on it?" Kath shrugged.

"You evil woman."