Mekanee, testing her new fighter craft! (Incompetence)

Jervale watched the craft descending from above with his mind's eye. Although the unknown warship was certainly impressive, it did nothing to stir anything in him. Instead, the butler muttered to himself. "Looks like a pain in the neck. Too high up. We have someone around here who can fly, right...?"

"Hey, everybody!" Jervale's voice resonated through the tower. "Someone showed up. Large, shiny, lots of guns... hovering in the air... Who's on it?"

He waited, surprised to find there wasn't a fight over this one. Maybe having to fly to fight a challenger was a pain to more of them than just their most notorious complainer? In any case, there was one person who was eager to answer. "Jervale, are you, perhaps, referring to a battleship?"

"Yes," the butler answered, not sounding encouraged as he heard the voice of the "combat genius." "Allow me to explain so you can understand." Jervale slowed his words down as though speaking to a child. "This - ship - no - swim - like - fishie! Fly - in -sky - like - birdie! I mean to say that you have to be able to fly to fight it, moron."

"I'll thank you not to treat me like an idiot, butler," Mekanee answered with her usual smirk. "A spaceship is just the kind of opponent I've been waiting for!"

"Yes, well, with any luck they'll abduct you. I'll try to remember to write to you on your new planet."

"Ho ho ho! As if a genius like myself has time to read written correspondence," Mekanee answered, unaware that her conversation partner had already stopped listening. "Who has time for reading when there is technology to be created, engineering to be done?! This line of thinking has allowed me to invent... Tada! The Meka-Stinger!"

Unaware she was talking only to herself, the braggart demon threw the tarp off a machine in a covered helipad she had become obsessed with since it appeared in the tower a week ago. Underneath was the triumph of her genius: what looked like a cartoonish, fat-proportioned purple bug. It had huge bug-eyed windows that seemed to beg for a stray shot to expose its pilots to the elements; a rotary blade, jet wings, and thrusters as if it couldn't decide what type of aircraft it was supposed to be; a fuel source packed into a plump abodmen that, again, begged for a stray shot to send the whole thing sky high. Perhaps most notably, it was only armed with two laser-emitting antennae for weaponry.

"What's that, you ask?" Mekanee spoke to nobody, tossing her blue hair once again. "You want to know how I, the combat genius, will defeat a large spacecraft with a small-yet-agile fighter jetcopter? It's quite simple. In war, a true strategist uses the size of her opponent against him! It remains just as true as when Sun Tzu wrote it, and I highly doubt his fighter craft was as formidable as mine!" The cocky pilot hopped into the cockpit, planting her butt in the seat and working her lips with her tongue in excitement as she opened the airport hatch by remote. "Go, go, my Meka-Stinger! Today, we rule the skies!"

The Meka-Stinger went, its rotating blades whirring as it left the tower and approached the imposing Figurehead V at dawdling speed.