Drakador_Chaos
Mainframe shrugs and stood up as well, followed by Yuki. The two of them follow the caravan leader's steps, although Mainframe lagged behind slightly and stuffed a small piece of paper in Hal's hand, with the following message quite roughly etched onto it:
A little talk before you sleep tonight, just in case anything happens.
No additional indications from Mainframe, or at least none that's oblivious enough to be perceivable. Soon enough they reach the surface, and Mainframe just abruptly releases a "Hmm" out of nowhere.
"Hey Yuki, you got any idea about sending a signal over vast distances?"
"...I thought you forgot about me already...also, don't you got flares and stuff?"
"Well visibility is an issue depending on the distance, plus the whole jamming with radiation...ah."
Mainframe eye the morphs on Yuki's hand suspiciously.
"Wha...what do you want"
"Do you still remember where our ride is left behind?"
"well...about that direction..."
"Cool, send these there then."
Mainframe pulls out a flare gun out of nowhere, loaded three flares, and fires them into the sky without any warning.
"You-"
Yuki, who is visibly frustrated by Mainframe's doing, sends her morphs chasing the three flares, each cocooning around them like a spindle while leaving some space for the flares to be visible before flying off.
"Next time, say something before you do it."
"But I did say something didn't I?"
"Oh you old hag-"
Yuki starts throwing fists toward Mainframe, who smiles lightly and dodges them, but her gaze is fixed towards the clouds, on something that got briefly outlined by the flares, something of a quite familiar shape to them...
"Oh hey, they are back."
Galar, still eating dust above the site, finally got some visual while hanging his head out of the cockpit.
"Well its quite hard to miss their vibrant hair colors, so unless there's a dyeing factory down there, yes its them."
......Unusual heat signatures noted, Chance of collision: 0, Holding position
"Why is she launching flares..."Emergency", "Converge", "My location", huh looks like there will soon be a party."
......Let's hope we have what it takes for messing around
Click...Clack...
Cogs, primitive and rather basic for mechanical units, but undoubtedly precise with adequate protection provided. This cog slowly turns, counting down time with each teeth lodging and unlodging with another, waiting to undergo the command it is briefly programmed for.