Caz darted like a madmole through the whole harbor-turned battlefield with a speed she didn't know she had (ultimately, running even ahead of Ace by a good bit). Madly swiping her trusty lead pipe at random didn't get her very far, but it did get her somewhere as she felt a solid collision against a Buzz Bomber that ultimately sent it sprawling to the ground warped like a bendy straw... For at least a little while, anyway.

And soon, into view came Elegant Joe's wonderful, golden, robot-arm of hope reaching down from the heavens themselves, and when the opportunity to grab it came, she took it. Her fingers wrapped around his mechanical wrist, and a set of mechanical fingers wrapped around her ankle.

Wait, what?

One particularly vengeful Egg Pawn apparently didn't want to lose her company, and for a minute there, it looked like there was going to be a very violent form of tug-of-war between Joe and the Pawn.

Not for long, of course.

Ace (with one nasty-ass look on his face) sent out one more shard of a card and quite simply severed the robotic arm (the Pawn's, that is) at its elbow, leaving Caz to scramble to the relative safety of the truck. And just as the truck started to move on, Ace made a leap of faith-- not to the truck, but to the robot he'd just amputated. Planting his foot on it's head, he performed a second leap, this time very much to the truck. His fingers gripped tightly against the railing as it sped onward, but it seemed like he was having trouble pulling himself up...

"Ahhshit--" was Elegant Joe's reaction to the hanger-on Egg Pawn and he clamored with his other hand for his SMG (he'd dropped it when he'd reached out for the mole girl), but the situation was taken care of cleanly enough, and he helped haul her fully onto the flatbed before it got going too quickly.

When Ace made his leap of faith and the semi started picking up speed, a group of seaweed-infested, mold-drenched Motobugs zipped up to the rumbling flatbed, pincers lashing out just behind the cat's tail. Joe only seemed to notice the yellow guy was having trouble. "Ah, geez." He jolted his body down onto his stomach and snatched one of the guy's arms, and Killey and Sparky opened up one bigass can of Gonna Shoot You Dead at the pursuing wheely-bots, all while the flatbed jostled and thundered along. "C'mon--"

On the other side of things, if Cross and his buddies heard what Teck and those in the cab were talking about, they never looked it (or at least offered no immediate input). They were kinda busy with, y'know, shooting the various 'bots that were trying to catch up to the semi and latch on to its side.

It didn't take long at all for them to realize where exactly the semi was headed, though. They looked at each other apprehensively, but this was their job, and if they could settle this now instead of later, they'd go for it, so there were no outright complaints.

It seemed one of them had been listening (however long-winded the orange porcupine guy might be). Killey knelt close to Teck and put a hand on the cab for stability while the flatbed rumbled beneath him. "I've still got some explosives if we need them," the moose yelled above the noise. He had used a lot during the night, but he still had enough for one big boom if necessary.

Ace let out an ugly, visceral sort of grunt as he helped Joe help him back to semi-safezone the truck had become. With one final heave and a strain to match, he rolled over his shoulder and onto his back, huffing and puffing off his desperation. "Aallright," he said shakily. "That was some serious s**t."

Caz, meanwhile, rested on her hands and knees, trying her best to recollect herself with gradually slowing gasps for air, still not releasing her death grip on the pipe she held. "I just knew something like this would happen," she mumbled. "I just knew it, I knew it, you know I knew it..."

Hoisting himself on an elbow, Ace looked to the fellow who'd just thoroughly saved his feline ass. "Thanks, pal," he offered sincerely with a friendly pat on Joe's shoulder. "I owe y'one." Caz was quick to follow, with some embarrassment. She was so into the scene itself, it took Ace's example for her to blurt a hasty "Thanks! Thank you, really. Thanks..."

"Um..."

"Soooo now what?"

"Hell if I know," Ace replied with a shake of his head. And in that shaking, he caught a good eyeful of a primate who really shouldn't have felt so familiar after all this time. There she was, Jam the monkey. It was as much proof as he needed. Rock was here, and his life was going in a circle. He forced back a smile at the sheer ridiculousness of coincidence, and managed only an inaudible chuckle ("Well I'm glad you find this so funny, Ace!") before shouting:

"JAM! ANY PLANS!?"

OOC: There have been various general questions about the look of certain things. To give a rough idea using some real photos, courtesy of good ol' Google Images...

"Yeah, sure," Joe said, just nodding in reply to the thanks. Anyone would have done the same, he figured.

Cross bashed some kind of odd monkey 'bot in the face before it could scramble onto their flatbed with the stock of his SMG, then glanced up to the friendlier primate on top of the cab. He still wasn't completely sure what the plan was (he hadn't been listening), but when he saw Jam take to the skies, he knew better than to let her face whatever the hell was waiting inside that monstrosity alone. The girl seemed to have some pretty cool capabilities, but it wouldn't do them any good if she got hurt or overwhelmed up there. Better safe than sorry.

"Joe, Sparky." He arced two of his fingers up to where she had gone.

The two robots slapped some fresh clips into their SMGs (they'd have been using their standard-issue scatterguns, but they'd run out of ammo for those long ago during the night's battles) and boomed up after her with a big dose of thruster power. Sparky thudded onto the deck just after her, and Joe almost did, but his foot caught on the side of the railing and he had a nice little wipeout next to them. "Oof."

In a nutshell, she had backup, and they skedaddled after her towards that same door.

Meanwhile, Killey watched them go, then looked back down at the porcupine next to him. He just kind of smirked or smiled or something--civvies never knew how to salute right, he thought. "It's C2. Usually used for breaching but depending on how much I use I could probably take a good chunk out of the moon. Gotta stick it to something and insert a detonator, then I can blow it with a remote."

Surprisingly, there wasn't that much resistance on the deck. The lifeboats had been removed, as had many of the fixtures, leaving the rear section of the ship upon which Jam and the CTs stood mostly barren. The boat's frontal guns just kept blazing and shooting in random directions, and overall, it seemed utterly unconcerned with its new passengers. A good sign? Maybe. The pursuing robots were not so complacent, however, and several of the aerialists (like the bats) began swooping at the boarding party. At the speed they were going, the flapping machines would probably destroy themselves along with whatever they hit, but... well, that didn't seem to matter too much to them.