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[thewunderkind]

Living up to his name, Chases goes after all of the parked vehicles in the hanger. And then everyone comes back to see their vehicles defiled.

OR

Chases vs Captain Hammer.

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He wasn't sure what these things were, or how they'd gotten past Stacy's security into the engineering bay, or why the ship wasn't picking them up now. The weird giant humanoid bug things pulled it off somehow though. They were here in numbers, both armed with some sort of weird three-handed guns, and a few with what he assumed to be toolboxes, probably intending to sabotage Stacy's fleet in some way they wouldn't notice til someone tried to take off. Problem was, he was the only one working, and because he'd been working with fuel, he'd left Kickass and Bubblegun (his guns) on the workbenches, and Truck Stop (the hammer) was leaning against the wall, leaving him unarmed - and cut off from them by the invaders. At least the translator thingie was working, he pretended not to notice them, though mystically enhanced senses were picking their clicking and clacking up fine.
("There is only on engineer. Kill him quickly, make no noise.") one chittered. A few others moving forward, walking along the walls and ceilings.
Without his weapons, he'd have to improvise. As the first shots came, he rolled out of the way, hefting the first thing that came to hand, flinging the Mobile Suit whatchamacallit thingie at two of the bugs, splattering them against the wall, some of the armor plating and internal works breaking off and sticking to the wall as well, glued by bug guts.
"Ugly, you just made a big fucking mistake. Cause if there's two things I damned well do well, its 'not die', and 'make a 'fuck ton of noise."
He began a tratling transformation, already bulging muscles rippling, fur growing across them, his features shifting into those of a giant humanoid rottweiler, pulling the brute force equivalent of a Yoda as the Crinos werewolf lifted an X-Wing over his head.
"Allow me to introduce myself." he snarled to the startled bugs. "I am Adam Chase, Chases-Parked-Cars, Flinger of Fords, Pitcher of Pintos, Hurler of Hondas, Breaker of Chains and Launcher of Limousines, First-Rate, Fourth Rank, born 100 fucking percent Junkyard Dog under the ass-kicking moon. And I am the death of every fucking last one of you."
With a roar of effort, he launched the starfighter at them, turning a small squad into its own personal landing pad.

It took a crew of engineers fifteen minutes to cut through the door the bugs had somehow sealed shut. Numerous shots, explosions and crashes could be heard past the barrier. By the time they finally cut it open, the vehicle bay was a mess. Scrap metal and bug guts everywhere, ships overturned, battlesuits turned into ammo and a dozen small fires.

Chase? Burned half to hell, decorated with a dozen cuts, a dozen more laser gun holes, and wearing a lot of blood - his and theirs, garou regeneration slowly patching him back together.

He was also grinning. "'Bout time y'all got to the party. Anyone bring the beer?"

[thewunderkind]

That was beautiful *3*