Talk:Mothman/@comment-28365753-20170226132607/@comment-30700719-20170226172337

"ICARUS, assemble a Rauser. Weapon: Laser. Body: Original. Engine: Hover." A few minutes later, the Rauser jumps into the sky. "Power on the infra-red, ICARUS." A projection of the Mothman, in the distance, is projected onto the canopy of the Rauser. I punch the throttle.

"Miss, I'm afraid that I need you to relocate," I shout from the cockpit as I equalise the weight-to-throttle, hovering the Rauser. She looks around, sees me inside the cockpit, and happily bonks into the canopy, hugging the glass with all her might. "Oh well, better than nothing," I say as I level out and punch the throttle, with the Mothman still holding on with a look of dopey happiness on her face. As I fly away from the town, she simply adjusts her grip.