Controller 03, Tela Ourn, watched with almost a video-game mentality at the unfolding catastrophe below the Flying city. She couldn't have hope for a better outcome. Controller 09, Ivor, was to easy to manipulate. Now giant monsters? That was too good! But she neede more to complete her assignment. She got out her remote controller. She hid it in her hand when Dokka came back on the deck. She shouted over her shoulder, "You better get on top of this! All hell just broke loose outside of that lab you found!" He looked shocked and raced to his console. He monitored 64-25518, as he came ashore next to an abandoned APC, that had just shot down a Collector robot. 518 raced over to a banded-Panchetta bug and scooped it up. Dokka shouted, "518! Now is not the time to think about your stomach!" 518 growled out, "It's her pet! I couldn't stop them!" Dokka was shocked at the tone 518 talked to him in. Dokka opened his mouth as the lander opened fire on Trashtown. The pulse-cannons raked through the coolant pipes to the huge Atmospheric Purifier, as Dokka shouted to 518, "RUN!" 518 sprinted away from the explosions, toward the front of the APC, as the pulse-cannons raked into the waste-heat pipe. The pressure was terribly high as was the pressure. The steam explosion sent pieces of ferro-crete hundreds of feet into the air, and connecters flying like shrapnell for thouasands of feet. One of those peg-like connectors hit 518 right in the back of his right thigh. He staggered up against the door of Narchi's APC. Narchi had watched the unfolding chaos outside with terrified horror, and now some dying Scav slammed into his door? Narchi saw the Banded-Panchetta Bug in his hand. It was the girl's! He opened the door and pulled the scav in with all his might. The door shut in time to keep them from being scalded by the searing hot steam. 518 craddled Coodle and said to Narchi, "Thanks! Owe you one. Got me in the leg out there!" He held up Coodle,a nd aked, "What happened?" "Collectors! Bastards! I couldn't do anyhting. They fried her and took off. I shot one of the bastards. Wasn't enough. Dammit," Narchi choaked off feeling like he would cry if he kept going. He wasn't sure if she was live or dead. 518 looked at the still Coodle in his hands and started doing CPR on the small form. Narchi stared with bugging eyes on this. He muttered in a small voice, "Alrighty---this is the end of the world as I know it. This is to freaky for a dream." Media is Poser 6 and Vue 5 easel. Just some Mutant guys sharing some bonding moments in a post-apocalpse world. You ever have one of those days? Poor Narchi.