Boris
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Damn," I said to nothing in particular, King grumbled in agreement, "Why is it they always host the party when I'm gone?"

We were the late arrivals to this scene, because I had to turn back when I heard the news and I was so very close to my destination.

I began to open up the Com-link so that I could communicate with all nearby allies.

"Alright, this is Boris Black, pilot of King Scorpio. I'm going to help as soon as I can get close enough to the Ultrasaurus. Please keep the rabid behemoth distracted until I can get in from behind."

With that over with, I began a series of operations to make sure that my targeting systems were working.

"Alright," I muttered, "let's prepare for the 'Smackdown.' Switching piloting controls to combat mode." As soon as I punched in the necessary sequence, I gripped at a pair of joysticks and put on a visor which I had made in my spare time. It was a complicated little gizmo, made to replace my targeting controls because I used that for King's new tail stinger.

'God, let's hope this works,' I thought to myself as I accelerated King Scorpio to max.

'Experience, don't fail me now.'