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5279/Dorado Deadline

2017-05-29T02:32:54Z

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|Date of Scene=2017/05/28
|Location=Overwatch Earth <OWE>
|Synopsis=The mayor of Dorado has a secret meeting with Los Muertos, but little does he know there is a vigilante waiting.
|Cast of Characters=1120, 1010, 451, 1117, 8, 1111, 1100
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1120|Soldier 76 (1120)}} has posed:''' The town of Dorado has a problem. The mayor of the town has been playing both sides of the fence, working to install a fancy new power plant, while also working with a notorious criminal enterprise to destroy it, so he can ensure his re-election when he proves how tough on crime he is by busting them in the act. He wasn't counting on one thing though, a vigilante presence in town that he has drawn the attention of. It's forcing Los Muertos to move up their timeline after a recent attack on a weapons shipment, and the mayor is meeting with some of the gang to finalize the plans. The mayor's office is one of the only rooms at the town hall that has a light on, with the portly gentleman sitting in his big leather chair, several armed gang bangers standing across from him. None of them are aware of the small EMP device that is slowly counting down, mounted on the power box for the whole building. It's only a matter of time before it triggers. There's been news reports about the vigilante, perhaps enough to track him down. 

:'''{{#var:1010|Reinhardt Wilhelm (1010)}} has posed:'''     Dorado     Corrupt, deceptively innocent. That won't do at all. The vigilante isn't the only do-gooder that's come here tonight. A towering knight from overseas has finally come to cleanse this town of corruption, hammer in hand. His armored feet stomp the ground with every step as he goes down the streets, heading for the mayor's office.     Hopefully that tip wasn't just a trap, because he's come a long way for this. Collateral damage is also a concern of the old knight's, to say the least he's not exactly one to leave things intact when he's done with a mission. God only knows if there are civilians onsite or not yet. 

:'''{{#var:451|Karian Icefang (451)}} has posed:'''     Reinhardt isn't the only heavily armored 'knight' within the corrupt city of Dorado. Following up on a lead of his own, Karian was walking throught the city. While gangsters and such aren't normally in his scope, working with the Paladins has helped to open his eyes. So, he walks along the streets, keeping his eye wide open. 

:'''{{#var:1117|Sombra (1117)}} has posed:'''     It's a nasty mess, all right. LumeriCo is certainly up to no good in this, and its CEO Portero? He's going to get what's coming to him. For now though there's another person that warrants the attention of the world's greatest hacker.     It's good to be back... the city where she's spent a lot of time, where her hidden base is. Of course she has noticed things happening here lately... things that makes her not pleased at all with the current situation. So that's why she's here, overlooking the roof tops that stretch down the coast line. Towards the square, the LumeriCo power plant, the nice little bakery down in the distance... It's a shame Reaper and Widowmaker aren't here, they would love this. But even if she's got less firepower than she would like, Sombra is still determined to carry this through. Inhaling the sweet night air, the Talon agent breathes out before she begins running forward, no armour to burden her down as she leaps from roof top to roof top. Who knows, perhaps she might even be able to use the other people moving in?     Outside the Mayor's office, hidden in nearby alleyways, some of the Los Muertos are talking on their radios, on guard but obviously not the disciplined types of guards. There's quite a few of them, and they are armed with rifles and better guns than most thugs have. Not to mention their make up makes it pretty clear what group they belong to. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel understands the horror of dirty leaders who do things like this. While it was user error caused CLU still comitted horrible acts and killed hundreds of thousands of ISOs and basics. She knows it's not that far along but tonight? the proof was prwetty solid it was time to act. She's fully suited up with an armored faceplce hiding her face cloak and the luike. while it's pretty much still easy to id her world it would be hard to id whom it was. She's even got a voice scrambler on as well and she might seem to be /very/ strange to anyone watchin information networks or have the means too. <<Reinhardt any idea if there might be bystanders on site? I'm not cubing some poor nullunit who had the worst sense of timing.>> 

:'''{{#var:1120|Soldier 76 (1120)}} has posed:''' Right on cue, the EMP detonates and plunges the mayor's office into darkness. Lit up by only the glowing paint of Los Muertos inside of his office, the discussion suddenly turns to yelling. "This some kinda double-cross, perro?!" Yells one of the gang members as he turns his rifle on the mayor. The others follow suit, but the mayor, assuming this is the work of the gang, mashes the button under his desk, "I was thinking the same thing." The button, on a different circuit than the main power, is meant to summon his personal protection group to his office, setting off the alarm in the process. Inside of the building itself, as security begins to mobilize, they are being flanked by a man only visible by the red glow of his visor, who slips in and out of the shadows created by the power going down. Security may be a problem, but they won't be a BIG problem. Something's definitely going down in the town hall, and the proverbial fecal matter has hit the fan. 

:'''{{#var:451|Karian Icefang (451)}} has posed:'''     With the march of security, Karian gets the sense things are not going well. His instincts kick in and he checks over his gear as he follows the teams, at a fair distance, towards town hall. 

:'''{{#var:1010|Reinhardt Wilhelm (1010)}} has posed:'''     <<Hard to say, Deelel. Seems like we're on our own here.>> Reinhardt radios, before noticing Karian's arrival. He isn't aware to Sombra's presence yet, but he does see Los Muertos goons chatting in alleyways.     He decides to go and ask them. "HOLA, NINOS!" He bellows as he comes barreling down the alleyway, stomping and charging like a bat out of hell.     He doesn't stop, until he grabs one of the goons and picks him up like a doll. "I don't suppose you'd like to explain what's so special about the mayor around here, would you?" better answer fast, amigo, Reinhardt doesn't like wasting time when questioning suspects. 

:'''{{#var:1117|Sombra (1117)}} has posed:'''     The instant Reinhardt rushes down the alleyway and lets out that bellowing roar the Los Muertos seem to snap to attention, raising their guns and firing at the large German. Sadly bullets don't do much against his armour, and most of them are forced to retreat, panic on their faces. Yet one sad member lags behind and finds himself grabbed by the Overwatch member, letting out a cry as he kicks his feet upon being lifted from the ground. A string of angry spanish leaves him, all until his radio crackles to life. "The Mayor?" The voice should be familiar to Reinhardt, the same distorted voice he's heard on the radio before. "Now what do /you/ want with the Mayor, caballero <knight>?"     Even as the lights go out inside town hall, somebody else has already arrived at the scene of the crime, though from the roof top as Sombra silently drops down, her invisibility active as she makes her way to the nearest office even as security rallies to defend the Mayor. Computers are everywhere in this building, and soon enough Sombra hacks into the security system, arching both eyebrows. Hmm, so that explains the commotion. How funny that they all have the same timing tonight... The Overwatch keeps busy, it appears. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' EMP? Deelel is luckly to be out of range of that, or it would do /nasty/ things to her bu she's got some neans to deal with them if it happens. <<Right big guy lets do this.>> She'll move in and make sure she'a ready for a fight. She move o the goon and talks her voice is warped but clearly female. "I'd talk if I were you, my friend here can pop your head like a grape and given what you are..." Deelel has her light staff out and ready to go she's moved to smack a few of the fangers but hasn't put it though them she looks over for a moment. "What do you think we're here for?" She has no experiance with Sombra and it's for the best or Deelel would be fairly afraid given what sombra can do... 

:'''{{#var:1120|Soldier 76 (1120)}} has posed:'''     Security has swarmed out of the building as well, putting the whole thing on lock down, as several of them bust into the mayor's office, soon finding themselves face to face with Los Muertos, who appear to have the mayor at gunpoint, "Drop the weapons!" Yells the leader of the security detail, as the Muertos member with the gun on the mayor grabs him and puts him between himself and the security team, "Don't shoot, you might hit your precious traitor!" Behind the security team, Soldier: 76 has arrived, but has not engaged yet. Security is not part of the plan, and he doesn't want to kill them because they're just doing a job. Outside of the building, however, the security team notices the scrambling Los Muertos, and hears the gunfire, moving to engage the gang members and investigate the source of the gunfire from the alleyway where Deelel and Reinhardt are. 

:'''{{#var:1010|Reinhardt Wilhelm (1010)}} has posed:'''     "WHy are you here, Sombra?!" Reinhardt demands, recognizing that voice on the radio as he drops the gangbanger, but keeps the radio. He looks confused and angry, not sure what she gains out of doing this. Still, she's not in charge of this operation, at the least.     Crushing the radio in his hands, he storms out of the alleyway, heading for the security team with his shield up. "Deelel, behind me! Neutralize but do not kill or injure!" He orders, intending to tank their fire. 

:'''{{#var:451|Karian Icefang (451)}} has posed:'''     Once again following the security team, Karian finds himself lead in the direction of Reinhardt and Deelel. The voice of Sombra is met with the usual caution of a many years veteran, but wasn't his main concern. Once he spotted the shield and heard the voice of his friend, Karian quickly moved in to try and help subdue the security team. "Why do we always meet in battlefields, brother Reinhardt?" 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Things are going down she's not sure about combra but is going to trust in her own allies but it seems Reinhardt knows this person and it doesn't seem to be a good one. the Gangbanger nowhas Deelel looming over him and her strange powered staff in hand, before she gets the warning to get behind him. "I don't cube users unless I have to!" She replies as she does fall inbehind she's lookint to the team and moves to pull a thing off her leg the small puck like thing is lobbed at the guards, it's some sort of flash bang from the looks of it as it goes off. "Fire in the hole!" 

:'''{{#var:1117|Sombra (1117)}} has posed:'''     The angry question from Reinhardt earns a chuckle from the hacker. "I'm here to take out the trash from city hall."     Inside the office Sombra watches the commotion inside the mayor's office, the hallways as security personnel rush to action, and outside the building more chaos unfolds. The most dire aspect is inside the Mayor's office, of course. Having him die... it's a solution, but a less satisfying one. The city needs to know that she was part of this, to help her gain positive support. Well, time to talk with her former gang members it appears...     Inside the office, Soldier 76 might notice something. A holovid comes to life in the corner of the room, with a calavera skull in purple and white visible on it. A distorted voice can be heard speaking. "I suggest that we all take a deep breath, amigos. Especially you, el alcade <mayor>. Because you have a lot to answer for, it appears..." Next, several documents pop up on screen, all along with photographs that undoubtedly show shady business deals. Things the Mayor certainly wouldn't want known. "I suggest not killing him, amigo," Sombra asides to the gang leader next. "Death won't make him pay enough for what he's done."     Outside the building the other Los Muertos members notice the security team, and immediately all hell breaks loose as they open fire on them, all while trying to keep their distance and get away from Reinhardt and Deelel as well. 

:'''{{#var:1111|Laura Kinney (1111)}} has posed:''' Laura Kinney was once again forced to abandon her motorcycle before passing through the gate. Stupid futuristic planes with their hoverbikes that make her kawasaki stand out like a store thumb... Girl's still fast on foot, though. She's even changed her outfit tonight, having ducked back through to 616 and snagged a few things, including her old X-Force outfit. Still not bulletproof, but the tight fitting black and grey pants and mid-riff baring top didn't impair her movement. And sometimes the bad guys were too busy staring to dodge. She still had the concession to identity protection though, the red-lensed angular mask over her eyes augmented with a half mask that covered the lower half of her face.      Skidding to a stop she perches on the edge of a rooftop, peering down at the chaos below: Ongoing firefight between a legion of thugs with glowing facepaint and what look like cops... A giant glowing shield held by a figure in armor with a smaller one next to it; That'd be Reinhardt. Also what sounds like a rather nasty standoff in the building across the street. Three possible targets...      <<X-23 here. Engaging the gang forces.>> Laura drops off the edge of the roof, claws extending from hands and feet as she plunges toward the glowing crowd, a shower of sparks hitting the pavement as adamantium slices through guns that proceed to malfunction. Retracting her claws again, a sweep of the leg brings down one thug, his tattoos primarily neon green, before a punch to the throat immobilizes him. The mutant teen rises into a ready position again, claws slipping back out. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace has had to leave her bike with Laura's. And, rather surprisingly, she's able to keep up with X-23, though she's got to rely a lot more heavily on the abilities of her cybernetic arm and some interesting route-plotting to do so. "For a human." Tiny comments "You're pretty quick." Then she thumbs her radio. <<Tiny here... L- X-23, you got some paramilitaries drawing a bead on you. I got 'em.>> The 400lb mouse slams into the ground next to a small group of security personnel who're taking aim at Laura. She's heavy enough to make the ground shake slightly, and she takes advantage of the confusion to pump a charge of 12-gauge rocksalt into the belly of one of them. Her left arm flexes unnaturally to slam a rubber baton into the side of another's helmet. 

:'''{{#var:1120|Soldier 76 (1120)}} has posed:''' The standoff between security and Los Muertos inside of the office is interrupted by the sudden holographic projection. 76 watches from his hidden spot. He recognizes the logo, he knows the reputation of Sombra, but has never seen her work. His eyes focus on the documents that appear, and then he decides to make his move. He drops in behind the security guards, slamming two of them together to knock them out, before quickly disabling the other three with joint strikes, rendering them incapable of using their weapons. They'll still live, they just won't be happy about it. His pulse rifle comes up towards the remaining Muertos members, and their mayoral hostage, "I was going to kill all of you, but our holographically hidden friend here brings up an interesting point. Do I let the justice system try to deal with you in order to make it legit, or do I just finish it now, knowing you'll just buy your way to freedom like all the rest." He's addressing the mayor himself, not giving any mind to the other Muertos members. Outside of the building, a pitched firefight has begun between the security forces, Los Muertos, and now the Elites. The flashbang renders several members of both sides blinded and with their ears ringing. Easy prety to pick off. And pick off X23 does. A couple of the blinded gang bangers get their guns sliced apart, only to make the mistake of pulling the trigger and getting an exploding gun in their hands. Others are slammed into the ground hard enough to go down for the count. More security ends up getting bowled over by the massive mouse's momentum, several put out of the fight thanks to her baton and shotgun and Reinhardt's shield absorb's fire like it's supposed to. He's doing a good job being a meat shield. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel was not exp4ecting what sombrar was doing she has to say she likes Somra's style sure she might have things in mind that are not what Deelel would go after but sombra is not just aiming to end this jackass but to ruin his reputation on to the ninth generation and it could motivate the government to do something more. Still she's not in a spot to dela with it as she moves to start lobbing more flash bangs into the ranks of the gangers and security she'll also be moving in with the staff and she's got enough moves to attempt to disarm people of their weapon she'll even power the tips to ensure the weapons are too damaged to fire. 

:'''{{#var:1010|Reinhardt Wilhelm (1010)}} has posed:'''     Reinhardt soaks up shotgun rounds like candy M&Ms, eagerly charging towards them. At this rate, he may go through these guards like a bowling ball, complete with comical sound effects to those of a sillier disposition that have editing software.     "COMING THROUGH!" he bellows heartily, before he joins the fight with X23 and Leyanne. His hammer sweeps wide at the stunned thugs on-site, intending to knock them off their feet. Killing is not on Reinhardt's mind, but the hostiles will want to get the hell out of the way if they don't want to be reduced to giblets. 

:'''{{#var:1117|Sombra (1117)}} has posed:'''     The Los Muertos members inside the office react when the vigilante hero takes action, knocking out the initial threat to their plan. And then this vigilante turns his weapon on /them/ next, causing all of them to become focused on him in turn. At least until Sombra's digital voice speaks again. "Now where's the fun in that, Jack?" the voice inquires with a playful tone. "I mean, all these years he's hurt the people... why not let the people deal with him as we remind them what he's done to them? And what he was going to do to Los Muertos? With the information leaked there's no way he'll be able to buy himself out of this mess. Not this time." By now the Mayor looks rather uncomfortable, shaking his head. The Los Muertos hired goons still have their weapons, all save one, aimed for Soldier 76 right now, all looking tense. "Justice on the streets are far rougher, amigo..." Sombra continues, not only to the Mayor, but Soldier 76 as well. "Lead him outside, and I will make sure that all of Dorado knows about all of his dirty little secrets. Every. Little. One."     It's hard for the Los Muertos members outside to do a good job, caught between security and the Elites. Reinhardt's hammer is hard to dodge, and many thugs find themselves thrown aside, crashing into walls, trash cans and each other, obviously hurting and not able to do much after the treatment they just received. Laura as well is able to take out several thugs, being too fast and too fierce for them to handle effectively. 

:'''{{#var:1111|Laura Kinney (1111)}} has posed:''' Laura Kinney shrugs with one shoulder in response to Tiny. "That is because I am not human." And then the combat starts, and Laura's right at home again. Thankfully, the lenses in her mask polarize to protect her from the flash, although her hearing still turns to EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. She's had worse. Since 'nonlethal' was the order of the day, at least according to Reinhardt, she keeps her claws in unless she's disabling weapons, settling for broken bones and nerve strikes to keep her enemies down. A burst of SMG fire from a member of the fuzz happens to intersect with her torso as she finishes a throw that leaves a ganger on his back in the gutter, the teen lurching a bit with the impact before spinning around and making a grab for the weapon. Grab twist *crack* toss, and that visceral noise would be a broken trigger finger as the weapon skitters into a storm drain. <<Who /are/ these people anyway?>> 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace smirks to Laura "Fair point!" She replies, swing-cocking her shotgun to a-salt another security mook. As he's merely stunned by the shotgun blast, she's about to lay into him with her rubber truncheon when she hears Reinhardt's call. She instead grabs his arm and yanks him slightly, pulling him to the point where he'll be smashed aside by the charging Elite, rather than slamed into and carried along. "Woah! Lookout, Punch Rockgroin, comin' through!" she calls as he passes, taking advantage of the brief calm in his wake to look around and assess her next target... 

:'''{{#var:1120|Soldier 76 (1120)}} has posed:''' While it seems the Elites have pretty well taken care of the soldiers and gang members outside, as things finally begin to settle down after one final flurry of violence. A few things explode in the background, the sounds of injured but not dead troops and gangers groaning can be heard, but no more gunfire, no more combat. It's a weird, eerie sort of quiet. Inside of the office, Soldier 76 grabs the mayor from the Muertos member holding him, then looks to the hologram, "I'm taking him out. I'll let these three go, for now, but don't let me catch them terrorizing young girls, or they'll get the same treatment as the last group." He's going to drop the mayor off outside, it'll be up to Sombra to live up to her end of the deal. Outside, the front doors bust open, and 76 steps out with the mayor. He kicks the back of the man's knee to force him onto the ground, and levels the pulse rifle at the back of his head, "Try to run and you won't live long enough to see what that hacker has dug up. Comprende?" 

:'''{{#var:1010|Reinhardt Wilhelm (1010)}} has posed:'''     Reinhardt slings his hammer as the dust settles, and he looks towards city hall. "Hmmm." He looks just in time to see Soldier 76, the vigilante, burst forth. "And what makes you think we're going to let YOU go? Vigilante?!" he demands, aiming his hammer at the gunman. The guy IS a wanted criminal after all, there has to be some merit to that given the trail of chaos and bodies in his wake. 

:'''{{#var:1117|Sombra (1117)}} has posed:'''     About to protest, the Los Muertos look like they're about to attack Soldier 76... but Sombra speaks up again. "Let him take care of the mayor, chicos. And do what he says, we don't want to bother poor little girls, now do we?"     In the other office, Sombra can't help but smirk a bit as she watches the surveillance screen, all while typing away at another screen. The former commander of Overwatch is certainly something else, and well... she can forgive him for what he did to those Los Muertos members back then. While they aren't the worst of the worst, they still could have done so much better.     Over Dorado, more holovids come to life; screens in shop windows, advertisement screens, announcements... they all flicker to life, with all broadcasts being interrupted with the same signal. Now, every screen in the city is emblazoned with the sugar skull symbol. What follows is easy enough for most people to understand. Surveillance videos, falsified documents, photos of bribes, political deals under the table, blackmail... all overlaid with tapped phone calls. That's bound to get more attention than the knocked out Los Muertos members. And it's even more information than Soldier 76 was shown in the office. Whoever found all this info has been digging for a long time... and been digging well, just biding their time for the right moment to overthrow Dorado's corrupt leader. A man who looks rather lost right now where he's kneeling on the ground, glancing up at the nearest screen that reveals all his dirty secrets and unethical political dealings.     Up from above a voice can be heard right after Reinhardt demands answers from the mysterious vigilante who bursts out of the town hall with the Mayor. And this time the voice is not distorted, just like how it was when Reinhardt had his shield hacked at King's Row not too long ago.     "Thank you for the help, amigos," Sombra calls from up above, her silhouette visible on the rooftop. "And thank you for not killing them. I'm sure they will be useful in keeping /some/ order on the street as long as there's somebody there to tell them what to do... Now I suggest you leave the mayor to his fate at the hands of his subjects whom he has so poorly mistreated." 

:'''{{#var:1111|Laura Kinney (1111)}} has posed:''' Laura Kinney holds one hand out towards Reinhardt. "We are also vigilantes. We should let the people of the town decide his fate, though. He has broken his oath to serve them, so it is only right that they punish him for it." Honestly, probably one of the biggest speeches Laura has made in public so far. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace calmly holsters her truncheon and then works the action of her shotgun, not swing-cocking it again. She really shouldn't do that. It's bad for old guns like this. Then she reaches up and pulls off her helmet, pulling her long, blue hair out of its bun and back into its usual ponytail. Then she pulls her beret from her belt, unrolls it, and settles it in place. After a moment's wiggling, her antennae poke out of two holes in the fabric. Listening to the radio exchange, the mouse relaxes a little, scanning around for signs of anyone who might be looking to interrupt before everyone's had a chance to exfil. "Uh, Slam? There's probably a lot of angry civs coming this way, very soon. Y'know, the whole pitchforks and torches kind of affair. We should probably not be between them and him, y'dig?" 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel lows her weapon once things seem to have hit their end outside she'll even stop to make sure hno humans are in obvious danger of dying though some of the gangers guns might end up being ruined by her light staff. She loks to Reinhardt for a moment and keeos her staff ready she falls back a bit as she looks to him. "We're the same thing big guy, I hate to admit it but it's pretty binary." She doesn't make a move however, she has some level of respect for Sombra now regardless of her intent she basically ruined this man far better than putting a bullet in his head could have done. Now all that remain is 76 as she keeps her weapon ready. 

:'''{{#var:1120|Soldier 76 (1120)}} has posed:''' "Alright mayor." 76 says, as he pulls his weapon up onto his shoulder. He can already hear the sound of the gathering mob, "I'd say you've got about a minute before they get here. Maybe you can waddle your way out, but it's going to be hard to get away," He stomps on the mayor's foot, with an audible crunch, "With a broken foot. Good luck." He turns and walks towards Reinhardt, "We should go. We can compare notes after we're a safe distance away." 

:'''{{#var:1010|Reinhardt Wilhelm (1010)}} has posed:'''     Reinhardt stares in bafflement. Jack Morrison, ALIVE?! He has so many questions, but this isn't the time for that. They have a minute as the man says, and they need to get going fast.     He also curses himself for taking the high ground when he doesn't have a leg to stand on. His age is making him fuzzy in the head.     He does send Jack a comm-frequency linking him to Watch channels as they go. Sombra's done them a favor today, but he already expects her to call that favor later down the line at any time. 

:'''{{#var:1111|Laura Kinney (1111)}} has posed:''' Laura Kinney nods. "We should go. I will meet you at the rendesvouz." Giving a nod to her fellow Elites, the mutant teen turns and gets a running start, parkouring her way up to the rooftops again, before taking off in the direction of the warpgate. No signs left behind except for some blood and lots of people who are going to be very unhappy when they wake up. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne Mace joins the others to depart. She grins, offering her hand to Soldier 76 "I'm Tiny." The 8ft mouse introduces herself. 

:'''{{#var:1120|Soldier 76 (1120)}} has posed:''' The soldier takes the offered hand, "Soldier 76." He responds back to her, "Which is what everyone's taken to calling me these days." 

:'''{{#var:1117|Sombra (1117)}} has posed:'''     Upon hearing the gathering mob the mayor looks understandably nervous, though it's nothing compared to the cry of pain that leaves the man as Soldier 76 stomps on it, breaking bone with a sound that's bad enough to send chills up the spine of most people. Why, even Sombra makes a slight wince, but... how real is it? "Ay ay ay, Jack... how /rough/ of you," she mock-chides him, then waves. "Take care... and I'll see you later. Adiós~!" With that the mysterious hacker gives a wave, her form disappearing as her translocator is activated.     Justice has been served tonight, and the Overwatch and the other Elites proved to be useful to her, making it quite simple to take down the unworthy leader. Perhaps a worthy replacement will be elected... and perhaps she can affect it somewhat. That would be ideal. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel looks to the Mayor for a moment. She says nothing it's time to go, if the cops to get him good, if the people get to him? She doesn't think he's getting off evne if he lives. She looks to Reinhardt for a moment string at the german knight. "Well 76, I agree it's time to go."
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3198/WMAT Exhibition: Rebound vs Brachio

2015-10-14T13:15:15Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:''' The roar of the crowd in the packed WMAT stadium has created an electrifying frenzy of energy throughout the tournament grounds. Being as both participants are from worlds that accommodate varying sizes of anthropomorphic races it's quite difficult to find a free seat or even standing room. The haphazard sizes and strengths of various dinosaurs and mutants, creates an uneven and rowdy audience. Quite a few of the fans who can fly are literally hanging from the rafters tonight! Genghis Rex and his Tyranno brethren sit in their personal box, surrounded by thousands of Reptilonians who have come to see their hero, Brachio, in his first match since returning to his people and returning from the grave. Rebound is not without her supporters. Sizable animal mutants push and shove for a glimpse of the MMA star, while Saurians argue with them regarding whose ticket seats them where. In the front row 4 familiar turtles sit next to their master, ready to cheer their friend on, although a surly pair of nearby mutants, one Rhinoceros and one Warthog, seem to keep the quartet of teenagers a tiny bit wary. In the center of the stadium stands a menacing structure of black steel and mesh, seemingly birthed to contain the rage of two powerful combatants. In the middle of this cell stands a simple wrestling ring, scaled way up to accommodate its titanic occupants. The lights dim, and music starts pumping through the loudspeaker. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPLgtQrq77k The Reptilonians in the audience explode in roars of support, as the massive Brachio trudges forward into the arena. He swells with pride as he is showered in the cheers of his fans. He takes his time walking to the ring. He hasn't felt this in a LONG time and he's gonna enjoy every minute of it! 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     With the crowd of supporters gathered, Rebound sits in the backstage of the arena, letting herself get pumped up for the fight. The roar of the crowd can be heard from anywhere nearby as she lets the sounds fill her. It's been a while since she's been able to hear that kind of noise.     Once her opponent has made his entrance and she's able to make her way down, she gets up and heads for the entrance ramp. It'll be nice to see folks she doesn't get a chance to meet up with often enough. The lights dim, and her music hits. https://youtu.be/69yguQ_gZkA     Pyro explodes on the stage and she jumps out from behind the curtain onto the ramp, holding both hands up to the roar of the crowd. She hops her way down to the ring, grabbing the sides of the cage and shaking it a few times to ensure the sturdiness, before she slides into the open door of the cage.     Looking up at her opponent, the size difference is really evident. But she knows where her strengths lie, and she's taken down larger targets before. She slams both fists together, the pulsarium cores in the Impact Drivers kicking on, filling them with green energy. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''      Up in the commentator box, Target is on his feet and STANDING on the comentator desk! He had been looking forward to this fight for a while and was thrilled to be calling it! "And in amazing style for both of the competitors, music and pyro is going off everywhere! The crowd is going absolutley wild, showing support for either Brachio, who entered first, or Rebound, who came in after him! I can tell you one thing, folks, I wouldn't wanna be anywhere near that cage with either one of them inside. Heck, I don't think I'd want to be inside that cage at all! No rules?! Two fighters are going in, only one is gonna come out!" 

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:''' Brachio tilts his head at Rebound, smirking, then points out an announcer on the side, motioning for a mic. THe mic is comically small compared to the Tyranno titan, but he taps it a few times, creating a loud *thump*thump*thump* over the sound system. He leans his head down and speaks into his fist, "Hey now, little roo. I think it's pretty obvious who d'ees folks are here t'a see!" He spreads his arms wide and the Reptilonians in the crowd send another torrent of cheers in his direction. When the crowd dies down he speaks into his fist again, "We ain't gots t'a do d'is. Why muss up d'at pretty face of yours? Tell ya whut. You curl on up and lie down for me right now, and later tonight we'll go back to my hotel room and I'll lay down for you." Brachio grins widely and and hands the miniscule (to him) mic to Rebound. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     Looking at the offered microphone, Rebound reaches up and takes it into one of her gauntleted hands, looking up at Brachio as he offers something to her in exchange for her giving him an easy win. She looks at the microphone for a moment, and then looks up at the big guy.     "You're not really my type." She says into the mic, "Plus a guy you size, best I can figure you're compensating for something.." She looks down his torso a bit, and then smirks.     "So the answer is no." She tosses the mic down and then drops back, leaning against the ropes across from the ring from him, "Some come on big guy, let me see what you've got. Because I won't go easy on you." She motions for him to come at her from across the ring with her hand. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''     Some laughter erupts from the commentator booth. Source: Target! "HA! They're trading barbs back and forth and it's totally getting the crowd wound up. Heck! I'm getting wound up! Looks like these two have a bigger score to settle than I thought! Shots fired in both directions, and with Rebound not accepting Brachio's offer, I'm sure this fight is going to get goin' in just a sec!" 

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:''' Brachio's eyes narrow at Rebound's slight. He lifts a massive foot and slams it down on the mic, crushing it into sand. Circling around the ring, shaking off an early temper tantrum, tossing angry glares at Rebound, and muttering to nobody in particular, picking up speed, with each step, until he slams his massive tonnage onto the ropes opposite Rebound so hard that Rebound feels the ropes behind her pull her forwards slightly. As the ropes snap backwards, they propel Brachio forward, head on towards the reclining Rebound, THUMP THUMP THUMP, go his cossasal feet as he bears down on her, attempting a wrestling classic, the clothesline. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     The weight of her opponent becomes rapidly evident when he pushes himself against the ropes and winds up pulling her forward. She winds up getting crashed into by him, his arm cracking into her and sending her flying through the air, doing a full loop and landing on her stomach from the impact.     She's quick to get back to her feet but the impact has stunned her. She steps back again and then jumps up, landing on the ropes with both feet and pushing off of them with her powerful legs. She lowers her shoulder, trying to crash shoulder first into the large Tyranno, intent on using his own weight against him to bring him down. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''      DING! "The bell rings, the fight begins, and Brachio comes out swinging, literally! After building some momentum from moving around the ring, the saurian surges toward Rebound before turning her inside out nearly from the impact! Rebound's able to get up after it at least. After launching herself off the ropes she tries to shoulder check the big guy! I'm not really sure how well that worked though!" There will be no eating on duty during this fight! Too much hype! 

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:''' Brachio catches Rebound's attack in his sturdy chest and while he staggers backwards a little, his formidable size and strength absorb the majority of the impact. Rebound finds his thick scaly arms suddenly wrapped around her as he cradles her and swings her in a half circle. "Shoulda taken me up on my offer, roo ..." Brachio's legs kick out from under him and he drops straight down, intending to squash Rebound under himself with a "SIDEWALK SLAM" 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     Another powerful slam after grabbing hold of her, Rebound feels the air driven out of her by the big Tyranno when she hits the mat. She manages to get her way out of the large dino's arms after hitting the mat, and she rolls out of the ring to the side of it. She pulls herself back to her feet using the cage, and then turns around to face her opponent.     This is a no holds barred match, and she's going to take advantage of that fact. She slides down out of view for a moment, and then emerges from under the ring with a sledgehammer in her hands. It's not a normal sledgehammer, but one of the big pnumatic ones from Corona Arclite's world.     She slides back into the ring and gives it a wide swing, bringing it around to try to slam the large weapon into the even larger dinosaur, intent on taking him out with the weapon. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''      "Looks like I was right! Brachio seems to shrug off Rebound's attack and wraps her up to deliver her right down to the matt! The roo scrambles away, probably trying to get some space between the two of them before she pulls out a - .. A sledge hammer?!" The kobold looks entirely confused, giving a skeptical look to the ring, then the rest of the arena. "Wait a sec, that's from brimsteel! The heck's goin on here?! C'rona are you hidin' under the ring or somethin?!" 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Meanwhile in the commentator's box there is a bit of a kerfluffle, almost as soon as her name has been mentioned Corona practically crashes into the room. Literally, considering she ends up upside down against the console, wheels spinning and steam leaking from the rollerskate-like things she's wearing. "Sorry I'm late! Had a bit of a mishap with... well ya see for yourself." With that she climbs up into a chair proper, only to blink a couple of times at the area. "Oh, -that's- where that steam-hammer went. I was wonderin' iffen I misplaced it again...." 

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:''' Brachio slowly rises to his feet, smugly brushing himself off and not really paying attention to Rebound. He probably should have as he suddenly realizes a pneumatic sledge hammer is bearing down on him. His eyes go wide with shock, as Rebound buries the sledge into his gut,, driving the air out of his lungs, causing him to double over and fall to his knees. As Rebound attempts to pull the sledge from Brachio's gut, she finds that he has wrapped one of his massive mitts around the sledgehammer. Furthermore, here comes Brachio's armored tail, attempting to blindside his opponent with a crushing sweep. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     The tail comes around and hits her from behind, knocking her down and sending her against the ropes. She grabs the ropes, pulling herself over them, she allows them to reach full draw, and then is launched forward suddenly, turning over in midair and bringing both feet towards Brachio.     Those powerful kangaroo legs are coiled and ready to strike as she comes in, intent on hitting him dead center mass and then kicking forward with both legs, full force and point blank. She's going to push herself off of him and launch herself to the top of the cage, but she's intent on knocking him down in the process. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''      A laugh, then the kobold just pats Corona on the shoulder, wherever it is. "Well well, C'rona! Better late'n never! Welcome to the show! As you kin see, Rebound down there just brought out an equalizer and applied it to Brachio's gut! Looks like hit'em good, though now the saur is bringing his tail'round while he's got a hold on the sledge! This can't be good for Rebound. Looks like Rebound has an idea, though! Once she backs away from the saur, she actually uses the ropes to shoot herself, feet first, at Brachio!" 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona gets herself upright and properly situated again. "Boy howdy, that's one big ornery fella Rebound is fightin' down there. But I've seen her punch some purdy big and ornery thin's already, so I hope he ain't expectin' this to be an easy fight... What'dya say his name was? Brachio? Sounds like somethin' outta a science fiction show or somethin'..." 

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:''' Brachio takes the kick deadcenter to the chest and topples over backwards, slamming hard backwards on the mat. He continues to gasp for air a bit from the sledgehammer strike, but watches Rebound rise in the air above him. In a single moment of unimaginable physical prowess, the 2 ton dinosaur pulls his legs back and NIPS UP, back to his feet, then bounds upwards, in pursuit of Rebound, soaring past her and sinking his hulking hands into the ceiling of the cage above him, crunching steel and mesh in his powerful grip. He hangs from the cage roof for several seconds, looking tremendously pleased with himself "I'mma tear this cage down and wrap you in it ..." Brachio starts, when the roof panel he's holding onto suddenly gives way under his titanic weight, and he falls out of control to the mat. The roof panel of the cage topples on top of him. OWCH! 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     With her opponent rising up next to her, she grabs a hold of the top of the cage. Brachio does too, and she looks straight at him. Then the whole pannel he's on collapses and sends him flying down into the ring.     Rebound swings from the top of the cage like an Americna Gladiator until she can swing up and through the now open roof section. Standing on top of the cage, she takes a moment to look out at everyone in the crowd, before pointing down at Brachio.     The kangaroo suddenly dives off of the top of the cage, dropping down the full distance to try to plant both of her feet into the cage on top of the Tyranno and send him through the mat itself. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''      Off mic, the kobold just laughs, "Sure is!", then back to the match, "Well that could be a problem! Looks like the big fella is tearing down the cage! Kinda ended up on his keister after tryin' to look like some kinda rodeo star hanging up there like a dope! Oops?! HA! This is Rebound's chance and she's takin' it! The crowd is goin' CRAZY! Rebound's actually jumping down on him from the TOP of the cage!" Coronoa may need to be warry of the kobold as he's up on the -desk- again when Rebound jumps from the top of the cell. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' "That ain't what they mean by bringin' down the house! I mean, ya ain't suppose to bring it down on yerself." She's probably use to it to a degree, as Corona ducks an excited Kobold arm waving about without missing a beat. "Rebound uses the openin'.. and the openin' of her foe being clunked back on the ground... but not before playin' up the crowd beforehand, and they're just eatin' it up." 

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:''' The cage panel is slammed into Brachio and the fallen Tyranno lets out a pain filled groan. While the opening was indeed well placed, Rebound doesn't quite have the mass to drive Brachio through the floor of the ring. Perched atop the fallen cage panel, Rebound suddenly finds Brahcio's eyes locked with hers. He rises quickly, lifting the cage and Rebound and goes into a deadly charge, intent on crushing Rebound between the dislodged piece of roof and the side of the cage. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     Oh he does more than just knock her against the cage with the broken peice of cage. She gets blasted straight through the cage wall and out into the scrambling crowd. With a loud crashing sound the wreckage of the cage lands on what had been a bunch of seats.     Rebound very slowly pulls herself out from under the twisted mass of metal, groaning and bleeding from her forehead and several other spots. She takes a moment to wipe her face off, and then the lights on the impact drivers kick on fully. "Finally."     She hops through the broken out section of the cage, twisting in midair to punch Brachio in the face with one of those Impact Drivers. She'll follow up by landing and throwing out several body blows, and then end with an uppercut, the Impact Drivers powering each punch with a massive amount of kinetic energy behind each blow. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''      "Down she comes! With the cage smashed into Brachio's chest I'm surprised he's still gettin' up! Guy's made a sterner stuff than a deathscale! Sheish! Maybe that wasn't such a good idea cause now Rebound's gettin' sammiched between the torn down cage bits and the regular part of the cage! Heck, she's out in the crowd now! Looks like the roo had a plan, though. The gauntlets are lit! Time to proceed with the poundin! Oy, C'rona, you may be able to explain those gauntlets more'n me." Target motions at the mic. "You built'em!" 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona visibly cringes when Brachio slams Rebound between the cage sections, ears laying back against her head. "Looks like the snack cart on this pain train's servin' roo sammichs. Silly Brach'o, roos ain't made of vegemite." There's probably a lot of booing at her terrible australian joke. "I wonder if she'll... oh, I think she's gonna... YEEEAAAAH!" It's Corona's turn to be jumping up and thrusting a fist in the air when Rebound uses the Impact Drivers. "Rebound returns the favor with a KINETIC KNUCKLE SAMMICH of her own! And another! That's a smorgeshboard of whoopin' goin' on down there.. Whu? Oh, right! The Impact Drivers absorb kinetic energy as the wearer fights, an' when fully charged release it so BOOM." She slams her fist back on the controls for emphasis. "It's like punchin' someone. With explosions!" 

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:''' Beebop and Rocksteady leap out of the way as the side of the cage comes crashing down on their section. When Rebound is gone, they reconnoiter, eyeing the carnage of bodies that weren't so lucky. "Gee, Rockysteady, we didn't get mashed for once." says Bebop. "Oh no!" yells Rocksteady, "Our beers spilled!" Bebop howls in anguish. As Rebound hurls toward Brachio, he swings a mighty fist, but she's far too fast, dodging the attack and one of her own. He swings back, missing again, she catches him two more time. He staggers backwards, swatting desperately at her, until her final uppercut catches him straight on the jaw. Brachio's legs wobble and he, momentarily is out of his feet, slumps to his knees, eyes losing focus and head snaking around lazily. Brachio shakes his head and refocuses on Rebound. A snarl rubles from him as he suddenly slams both claws through the floor of the mat, and grip the wood floorboards beneath Rebound. He wrenches up, determined to rip the floor out from under the Roo and slam her backwards into what's left of the cage behind her. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     The world around her suddenly shifts as her feet are pulled out from under her, along with most of the ring being destroyed in the process as the massive Tyranno unleashes his move on her. She gets hauled through the air and crashes into the cage outside again, the door of it this time as she slams through it.     Despite being outside of the cage for the third time this match, she quickly dives back in. It's clear she's hurting, bleeding from several places and looking like she needs a vacation, but she's not out of the fight yet.     The Impact Drivers are brought to bear again, this time instead of a series of low powered punches, she's going to go for one big one. She leaps through the air, angling her body to unleash what's best described as a massive flying haymaker towards Brachio's dome. It's intent is simple, either knock him out with this punch or she might not make it out of here on her feet. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona fist pounds the console a few more times in excitement. "And Brachio is down on his knees! He's lookin' a bit woozled, he might be.. oh no, he ain't goin' down, he's rippin' the floor up fer another weapon! Tarnation, there ain't gonna be nuttin' LEFT of this arena afterwards.... And despite havin' the stuffin' beat outta her a few times over Rebound is -right back in the ring- with the Drivers and one helluva punch flyin' fer Brach's noggin! Ah swear, that girl's meaner than a cactus cat when riled up 'nuff." She pauses, the covers the mic with one hand as she leans over to Target. "Ya think folks'll even know what a cactus cat is? Mebbe I shoulda redone that reference." 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''      "Oh Jeez! He's tearing the ring apart! You gotta have a ring for the match, idjit! *SIIIIGH* Honestly I'm really glad ta not be in that cage with'em, ripped apart as it is now. For all the destruction he's doin, looks like Rebound's gonna put them bracers ta use by puttin their juice into one nasty punch!" Off mic toward Corona, Target shrugs, "I mentioned deathscales earlier, they didn't seem to mind it much. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona raises a brow at that, then looks back down at the mangled arena. Wrinkles her nose a little. "He's too big, too chunky and ain't ugly 'nuff to be a deathscale." 

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:''' Already stunned from the last blow, Brachio takes all of Rebound's punch and his serpentine head snaps backwards painfully while he body pitches forward. He catches himself with a claw planted firmly on the mat, barely missing the hole he'd made himself. The battered Tyranno pushes himself up with tremendous effort, his head bruised, and his right eye swelling up. He glares at Rebound and swings his right hand *whiff*, then his left *whiff*, then pitches over and falls into the hole he tore in the floor of the ring.(Arn Anderson swing/fall) There is a great silence for a long time, before Brachio's confused head pokes up from the abyss below and glances around in confusion. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     With Brachio's swings coming in, Rebound backs off, until she can see he's starting to swing wildly and miss. Soon enough he goes down into the pit that he himself made by tearing the ring up, and she stares down at him. She then suddenly jumps down into the ring, landing on top of his chest, "Count it, ref!" It appears that she's trying to pin him for the three count. 

:'''{{#var:114|Genghis Rex (114)}} has posed:''' Confused, swollen and very likely concussed, Brachio doesn't even know where he is right now, and suddenly Casey Jones is there in a referee's shirt and counts 1 ... 2 ... 3 on the destroyed mat. Genghis Rex shakes his head in the audience, "Why does he do this? He ALWAYS loses!" Ankylo pats Rex, "It's not about winning or losing Bossasaur. Brachio just wants to put on a good show for the crowd!" Rex sighs. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' "And despite him bein' least three times her size Rebound goes for the pin.. There's the count... and he's too dazed to get back up! Rebound wins!.. But listen to that crowd roarin', that's goin' out to both compet'tors fer one helluva show." Corona thrusts her hands overhead as she jumps up... except she's still got the rollerskate contraptions on, and ends up wiping out backwards with a yelp. "Crackin' all, fergot I was still wearin' those..." 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''     And the moment that Casey's hand comes down for three, the kobold is on the desk, nearly dancing as he cheers! "Rebound wins! WOOOOOO! That was one HELUVA show folks and Rebound has come out on top! Good on her! I swear if I could make her an honorary ranger I'd do it! Good show!" Then over to Corona. "yer startin' to make me look good, C'rona. Can't be havin' that." 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     With the match finally over, Rebound picks herself up out of the pit and raises her hands up above her head to show off to the crowd. The whole place is destroyed, but she's the victor. Of course the whole thing is for a great cause, any collected money going to help fund the reconstruction on Reptilon. Though she will get herself a nice championship belt to show off, just the same. 

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3132/WMAT A2 Rebound vs Fudou Moto

2015-10-02T05:44:41Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     Ah the arena, Rebound's home turf, so to speak. She's won both of the fights she's had in here. Something about the cheering crowd and the familiar setting makes her feel at home. Right now the kangaroo combatant is shadow-boxing at nothing in her corner of the fighting field.     She's got her gauntlets armed and ready, and she's waiting for her opponent to arrive. They've fought before, and the street fighter is the only one to hand her a loss so far. She's determined to get her hands on him and prove that the win was a fluke last time. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:''' From up in the announcer's box, there's a PERFECTLY NORMAL SIZED KOBOLD with a southern drawl commentating the match! Say hell to Target Sparktail! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD EVENING, WMAT FANS! Tonight, straight from the stadium over'n the Papaya Island is gonna be a slobernocker of a fight between the kickboxin roo known as Rebound and the street fightin' main man Fudou Moto in a grudge match from the Bracket A Qualifier! So far, Rebound's not lost a single match except to this one fella! Will revenge come around or will the street fighter go 2 and 0 against the roo! Get in yer seat, tune yer radios, or head on out to the WMAT Stadium to find out! Get some snacks though, this one's gonna be great!" 

:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:''' A fluke? Nonsense! Fudou Moto lives for the fight, it's only natural that he'd be able to put up a hell of one.     The street fighter arrives in short order, his pants looking significantly more scuffed up today than the last time she'd seen him. Evidently, he's using the very same set of clothes for each fight. Reasonable, from an economic point of view. Also kind of stylish, in a way!     "Round two, huh?" Fudou rumbles, his stance unfolding into a loose, brawling lurch. "Give me everything you've got, 'roo. I won't be pulling any punches today, either." 

:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''     "Alright," his lips draw into a wide grin. There's a thick, meaty *THUD* as he slams his knuckles together, "My little girl's out there watching somewhre, so let's try to put on a show, huh?" With that, he dips down...     And then, like a bolt taking off out of the blue, Fudou rushes in. His profile low, the Street Fighter wastes little time in sliding in under Rebound's guard. Toes dig into the ground, etching a trench into the arena floor.     With a roar, he drives his right fist in, following through with the whole of his body weight. The muscles in his legs fire like pistons, shooting him forward and upward in a driving uppercut! IS THIS A SHORYUKEN!? No, he's not a shotoclone. This is just a painful rising punch to the gut. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     With her opponent coming in hard and fast, Rebound moves to try to block the blow, but misjudges the range just enough for it to penetrate through and strike her in the gut. She rolls backwards as she's hit, falling back and catching herself with her tail. Since she's already falling back, she moves to grab her opponent's arm.     Moving her feet up, she goes to plant them in Fudou's stomach and continue her backwards roll, to kick him off of her and send him flying through the air. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''     And the fight begins! Up in the booth the kobold lets out a woop as Fudou's DRAGON PUNCH. "First strike goes ta the one with the scuffy lookin' pants! Lookin' like a pretty solid hit from up here, though, Rebound comes right back with a shot of her own! Looks like she wants ta throw Fudou behind her! didn't look like a very good landin either!" 

:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''     A kick to the gut. Fudou expected that sort of thing from an oversized kangaroo. He's trained for it! A week of watching kangaroos punt each other on NeYouTube prepared him well! The Street Fighter goes flying and comes down hard, bounding off the ground once before he rights himself in mid-air, sliding to a full stop a short distance away. There's a low huff of breath. Fudou's eyes narrow.     Another burst of movement. Fudou drives in at tremendous speeds. His rushdown technique is impressive, if unrefined- really, it looks almost like a bestial lope. But at the last moment, he shifts, diving down low to try and seize the mutant by one of her legs.     If he grabs hold, he'd twist, trying to hurl her not only head-over-heels, but bodily overhead, through the air, and hard down into the arena floor! 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     Getting grabbed is never much fun, especially when it's followed up by being bodily thrown through the air. Rebound lands on her back, but thankfully her judo training is enough to absorb some of the impact. It's not enough to get her out of the full impact but she's able to roll back up to her feet.     Taking a moment to brush herself off, she brings her arms up, and the two gauntlets hiss to life, lines of green running down the sides of them as the pulsarium conduits inside go live. With them powered up, she rushes towards him again, intent to lay into him with several blows from the gauntlets to help charge them up. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''      "Oh wow! After gettin' tossed it looks like Fudou's thinkin' the same thing! With an ol' heave-ho it looks like Rebound's gonna be reintroduced to the ground here in the arena! After gettin' up she rushes in and introduces Fudou to them armored bits on her arms a few times!". Off the mic, the kobold waves down at one of the folks selling things around the arena, "Oy! Bring me a coupla those hot dogs and some water, would ya?! High energy fight! I need energy for myself too!" 

:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''     Fists pound mightily into the Street Fighter's body. Bones pop and crack with each heavy strike. Fudou... grins through the pain. Even as bruises already begin to burst into bloom across his skin, Fudou seems like he's going to keep right on trucking. Besides, Rebound turned this into a proper brawl. Or, in other words, it's turned into his kind of fight.     A fist slams into one of Rebound's own, flesh and bone splitting and cracking against the heavy metal of her gauntlets. Even as blood flecks the floor, though, that same hand seems to waft with thin contrails of red light. Fudou roars, advancing into the rain of blows. He punches. He punches more. He does not seem intent on stopping. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     At this point the two of them are both just punching each other relentlessly. It has devolved into a bar brawl rather than a fight in the traditional sense. But as the two of them wail on each other, those gauntlets continue to charge. The energy in them builds and grows until suddenly the green lights on the sides flash bright and drivers reach full charge.     With that done, Rebound hauls back and then releases a massive haymaker swing, intent on punching him full force with her Corona Arclite made gauntlets and release the stored up kinetic energy into him with the impact. She'll still have a backup in the other hand, too, should the need arise. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''      "I think we got a great slobberknocker goin on at the arena right now! Fudou's lettin' loose with a whole flurry of punches at Rebound! I don't think I'd like ta have that many punches comin against my noggin, I can tell ya that fer sure! Looks like Rebound's gauntlets are gonna leave a sting though! That punch, reinforced by that blast, looks like it hurt!" Target yells, starting to chow down one of the hotdogs he just received. Professionalism? What's that? The kobold is just having a good time! 

:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''     A proper slugfest is the kind of fight Fudou loves. Nothing but two brawlers, their fists, and a whole host of bruises, broken bones and good, old fashioned violence. The Street Fighter gives as good as he gets, fists firing like trip-hammers in response to every jab and body blow. And then Rebound uses her secret weapon.     The strike hits him square across the jaw. The arena goes up with a gasp as they *hear* the bones in his collar snap like twigs. The brawler is thrown back... But he... stays on his feet. His neck cranes over, red light flaring deep within the pits of his eyes.     "Not bad," he murmurs, leaning forward. His neck pops as he does, bones in his chest and shoulders grinding slowly back into place, though they don't exactly 'set' as they probably should, either. Which might be a problem as he closes the distance to pick up from where he'd left off.     There's something different, though. There's more force behind his blows, and each punch is thrown faster than the last. Some kind of terrible momentum is building- not in some piece of technology or bit of magical jewelry, but suffused into his very flesh. A deep, RED haze chases after every strike, rising from the muscles in his arms and shoulders like steam from a running boiler. Fudou Moto is getting fired up. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     At first Rebound is actually a little worried. This guy's an Elite, he should be able to take a hit like that or he wouldn't be this far in the tournament in the first place, but that sound was horrifying. The human body should not bend in that direction.     As he suddenly recovers from it, however, she drops back into a defensive stance, that red energy building around him starting to become worrisome. She's seen similar when she was fighting those Neo-Saiyans, and she doesn't like it. She manages to deflect several of the blows as they come in, looking for an opporitunity to strike. She just needs an opening.     She finally spots one as he throws another strike, slipping under the punch and moving to grab his arm with her left. She throws herself into the air, bringing both of her thick legs around to try to wrap them around his arm and drop herself to the ground, wrenching back on his arm as she does so. If she can pull it out of socket, or shatter the elbow, it should give her an edge in the fight. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''      "I dunno what's goin on with Fudou but he's lookin really hot! And I don't mean it the way yer all thinkin, I mean he's steamin! Steamin MAD! Kinda lookin' like the punches the fella's throwin are comin down a lot harder as he gets redder! I'm really startin' ta think I'm glad I don't have to fight'em. Phew. As the blows keep comin' Rebound latches on to one of'em and tries to get Fudou's arm outta the socket! She is -not- playin' nice anymore!" Target actually has been wincing at some of the hits Fudou's taking. Those sounds. Yeish. Don't sound nice at all. 

:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''     Another grotesque noise. Fudou hits the ground with a roar of pain as his arm is dragged in one agonizing jolt out of its socket. The impact disturbs his already badly fractured torso, causing the whole thing to grind painfully together. This guy is an Elite. Why is he taking so much damage? More importantly, why is he still able to keep right on going?     Perhaps there's something about that strange force that, even now, blazes from the limb Rebound's taken up in her grasp. It's hot- but not in the normal, 'this is kind of like fire' sort of way. This heat scalds under the skin, it burns from somewhere deeper within. If it's flame, then it's a metaphysical kind of flame- a platonic idea of what 'inner fire' might truly be. His hand opens. It grabs hold of Rebound from within her grip.     Muscles all over the brawler's body strain and burn as he, impossibly, begins righting himself. The heavy drumbeat of his heart thrums through his veins and against the membrane of his eardrums as he stands, dragging Rebound up with him, but not letting her fall away from his arm. For a moment, he stands there, muscles tensed.     And then they explode into motion. Like a thousand, thousand springs or pistons all firing at once, Fudou launches himself into a rolling leap, dragging the mutant through the air like an improvised bludgeon strapped to his arm. He twists, trying to slam her down, a sledgehammer of flesh and bone, into the arena floor. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     She's a bit shocked when suddenly he seems to power through and pick her up through the air. So much for that plan. She tries to release her grip on him but at this point he has hold of her. Now she's scrambling, suddenly back on the defensive and trying to break free but it's too little too late as she gets herself slammed into the ground full force.     She's dazed for a moment as she lays there, but she remembers she still has the full charge in the left hand Impact Driver. From the ground she angles her arm at him, clenching her fist and triggering the ranged blast effect. It'll fire off a blast wave of kinetic energy which should put plenty of room between the two of them if it strikes the way it's supposed to. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''     *GASP* "I dunno what is goin on with Fudou but he's startin' to be as violet as a deathscale down there! He's -burning- up and somehow he's turnin that crazy energy into the strength he's usin to turn Rebound into some kinda bludgeon to hit the ground with! Despite it all, she's STILL gettin' up! Crowd's TOTALLY diggin it! Heck, they're diggin this whole fight, crazy and violent as it is! Rebound still has a trick up her sleeve though! One of'er gauntlets unleashes a blast at Fudou to try and get some breathin' room!" Chowing down on the second hotdog, chugging down that water. Target is totally enjoying himself. 

:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''     A shockwave. Thunder blasts through the arena air, a wave-front of compressed kinetic force tearing a hollow trench into the floor. A nearby wall cracks. Fudou... Fudou's hand grasps her wrist, forcing it away. It tightens, rough hands squeezing like a vise.     Power thrums across his palm- she would be able to feel it, a hot, furious pulse that races through his veins. An aurora of red-orange twilight power twists across the length of the Street Fighter's arm as he twists, going to drive the mutant /back/ into the ground.     A dull roar seems to build in the air. It takes a moment to realize that it's the sound of Fudou's voice, bellowing, crescendoing. It's the sound of his fists firing like a rain of meteors, hammering over and over and over again at his opponent. Mercy evaporates with the red haze. Each blow falls harder than the last, a pummeling storm of crimson comets.     And all the while, that power twists from his shoulders in drifting, smokey tendrils as it builds. Higher and higher, hotter and hotter, with each passing moment, that terrible, ancient, wrathful pulse seems to overtake the heartbeat of the world casting it into colors long forgotten. Burnt gold and ashen terracotta. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     Despite her shape, Rebound does not have any of these powers. She can't bring the power of long forgotten beings to bear on her opponents. She can't channel the very energy of the universe into energy blasts to unleash upon an unsuspecting foe. All she has is her brains and her guts and her four limbs.     She gets driven into the ground with enough force to shatter the stones that make up the arena floor, but she's not out, not by a long shot. She brings up her arms, defending all the blows she can, taking the ones she can't and plotting how to free herself.     Considering the location, she has to work quick. She shifts her weight to bring both feet up below her opponent, and then kicks up with all the force she can muster. A double legged kangaroo kick by itself is no joke, she's flipped a semi truck with it before, but the follow up is where the real power lies.     As soon as she has him off of her, she kips up to her feet. Battered and bloodied, she never the less intends on unleashing hell, crouching down and then bounding upwards. She sails up into the air, past her opponent, to set up in an intercept position and give him a second kick, sending him back down to the stone of the arena floor with the same force she sent him up into the air with in the first place. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''     For about a solid 5 seconds, Target is gawking at Fudou, but then he remembers why he was at the arena to begin with. "Folks, I got -nothin- for what's goin on in th eright right now! There is some insane amount a energy pourin' off Fudou and I just dun got the words for it! He just went -in- on Rebound and let'er have it with a fist! It's NUTS over here! I dunno how but Rebound's still managin' to fight back! She is though, and she's sent Fudou airborne before tryin ta smash'm back into the arena floor! Mah god this is INSANE!" 

:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''     There's something to be told for knowing oneself. The true masters of the martial arts know themselves perfectly, to the point that it becomes intuitive. Beyond mere instinct, they master the rhythm of their very souls, drawing it into their limbs or out into the world. Fudou is not a master.     He has power, but he knows next to nothing of it. Those he has gone to for help have told him little; that his soul was tumultuous, that his wrath was great and terrible and blinding, that they had never seen such a strange Qi. He knew all this already; he lived it, every single day, and learned to control it in his own way. But he is no master. He knows not of its nature.     Fudou's flurry of blows is interrupted. A swift kick sends him hurtling into the air. The brawler has barely any time to react when his opponent rockets up past him. For a brief moment, he sees her wind up another and then, with a sudden rush of wind and a crack of whiplash, he's sent, falling like a stone, into the earth below. A plume of dust obscures his landing. It doesn't last for long.     More thunder. This time, it's a little more... grounded. A bass rumble that seizes a body in the hollow of the chest and shakes them from the base of the belly. The ground itself trembles, the air splits. Fudou blasts into the sky, his hands and arms snapping out like an eagle seizing its prey in mid-flight. Red energy swaddles him like cloth, twisting out from him in streamers as he keeps going up, up, up, but... Eventually, he has to come down. When he does so, he twists in such a way that he'll have a nice cushion to land on... Rebound's entire body. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     The kangaroo is shocked when he knocks her down, getting her in a position to counter everything she's just done. She hits the ground, and he hits the ground after her, on top of her. It's not a fun landing, presumably for either of them.     But she's not down for the count, not yet. So despite the impact, she gets up to her feet, stumbling ab it as she tries to adjust her stance. She wipes her mouth off, spitting up some blood as she moves back towards him. It's nothing fancy. It's fast, and brutal, as she goes in with knee strikes, elbow strikes, and she'll finish up the flurry with a headbutt to try to get him to go down and stay down. 

:'''{{#var:770|Target Sparktail (770)}} has posed:'''     At this point, Target is standing on his chair as he's comentating, actually JUMPING up and down at the action. "Up, down, up again, and crashing back down again! "These two are goin up'n down more often then rail cars in a mine! I can't imagine that any of this felt good for either of'em, but Rebound is lookin like she got to be the cushon to Fudou's fall from the sky jes'now! Rebound is -still- gettin up though! These two are goin crazy on each other and the crowd is -loving- it! The roo is going in with a whole flurry of strikes now to try and finish off Fudou!" 

:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:'''     The impact is jarring, it's painful, it comes with enough force that it could easily shatter bones. Given Fudou's track record thus far, one could be excused for thinking that it'd leave him a puddle of shattered limbs, but it... doesn't. With a visceral leap, the brawler rolls away, whatever bones he might have dislocated sliding back into place under the influence of that strange, red power.     But Rebound is soon upon him once again. Fists pound his body and claws rend his flesh, knees hammer his bones and a headbutt hurls his brain against the inside of his skull. It's the kind of thing that could break any fighter. Which is why it may be slightly disconcerting that he's standing there, his forehead pressed against hers, eyes white with fury, and staring right into Rebound's own.     Two hands reach up for the sides of her head. Two hands close tight around the shell of her skull. Fudou draws back, his arms hold firm. Pistons fire in his torso, legs, shoulders, his head slams forward, the flat slate of bone of his brow transformed into a biological sledgehammer, albeit one aimed right for the soft bones of Rebound's face. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     The headbutt comes in to the bridge of her nose, shattering her muzzle with the force of the impact. She's dazed and bloodied and rapidly watching the world close in on her as she slips towards unconciousness. She doesn't have too much left, legs wobbly, feet starting to try to give out. Then she hears that familiar sound of the Impact Drivers being charged.     She doesn't have time to plan the move out. It's not graceful or pretty, she just hauls back with both hands and thrusts them upwards, towards his chest and abdomen. She doesn't even care where she hits him, the charged kinetic energy blast should do the job. Though if she hits a little low she won't feel bad about it 

:'''{{#var:784|Fudou Moto (784)}} has posed:''' It's as if a storm had settled over the arena. A peal of angry thunder, a shockwave of tremendous, unstoppable force smashes into the Street Fighter. Crimson fluid paints the arena floor as his flesh frays and bones shatter. Fudou tumbles through the air, sailing like a missile into the coliseum wall. Cracks spread. Plaster falls in great sheets, sending up a great plume of dust. Fudou sags against the broken building, his breaths coming in great gasps as the hole in his chest bleeds.     Darkness claims the periphery of his vision. The world, cast into shadow, begins to fade away along with every erg of that mysterious, crimson power. His head lolls back as he's taken by the sweet embrace of-- DADDY! That voice. His breath catches- Fudou turnes his eye upward as droplets of... /something/ fall against his cheek. That voice is... It's... His daughter. The face of his daughter, looking down upon him. With tears in her eyes. Daddy, you have to get up!     He has to get up. Fudou grunts, his legs find their strength, his arms tighten over the gaping wound in his chest, groping at the blood. The street fighter staggers forward-- Fight! He catches himself. Win! His head turns upward, flame igniting in his eyes. In his veins. The night is cast back. The sun rises anew. We believe in you!     "You," Fudou growls, his fist clenching tight. White light throbs in his veins, pushing away the red. Tongues of red-orange flame lift from his lips. "You made my little girl cry." Thunder.     Fudou launches himself forward, a sphere of rolling thunder on legs. Fury becomes him. His hands surge like a typhoon of violence, fusing into a single, devastating blow as he closes in-- And delivers a punch that shakes the arena to its foundations. 

:'''{{#var:750|Rebound (750)}} has posed:'''     It should have been enough to finish him off. She doesn't know why it didn't, like some other power was at play here. Rebound rises up after she strikes her blow, only to find her opponent still standing. She doesn't understand it, but she doesn't have much left to defend against him either.     She doesn't even attempt to block the strike as it comes in, holding her arms out to her sides and letting it strike her full force. The impact shatters the ground around her and sends her sailing off of the arena floor, flying into the wall that surrounds the arena proper.     Members of the audience scramble for cover as the mutant kangaroo smashes into seats, winding up somewhere about the tenth row. Thankfully the medical crews are on hand to evacuate her, and the repair crew that always seems to be on stand-by in the arena can get to work on patching the wall and stands before the next fight is set to begin. 

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2931/WMAT CQ2 Noble Six vs Fate Testarossa

2015-08-31T04:05:28Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Her last couple of fights had not gone the way Noble Six wanted them to, and she was very annoyed with the fact that she seemed to be losing a step. Another magic user, she had fought a different version of Testarossa Fate in a previous WMAT. She lost that fight, too.     Some part of her wondered why there were so many versions of that same person running around, but she was the only one of her. Was she really the only iteration of herself to survive the fall of Reach in all of the Multiverse? She shakes the thought off, focusing as she sits on a rock in the desert. It's a lone boulder on top of a sand dune, near one of those mushroom trees. She awaits the arrival of her opponent, seemingly meditating. 

:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''     Fates fight's had been interesting... Though she had bested Nanoha, if only barely, her elder incarnation had put her down fairly solidly. It was an interesting glimpse into a potential future, but now... Now it's time for something new. For as long as she had been in the Confederacy, Fate's experience with Elites of the Multiverse has been sorely lacking, sticking mostly to problems of her own world, or ones her particular skillset was best suited to.     Now things will be different. Her last time in the WMAT she was knocked out early. This time she will not be letting that happen.     With a clap of thunder the skies darken, a rippling flutter of fabric can be heard as the child's cloak billows in the winds, where she stands atop one of the taller stone trees, axe-bladed Device in hand as she looks down on the Spartan from above. No words. No pleasantries. Nothing.     Just a chillingly cold stare from the blonde's vivid scarlet eyes. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The arrival of her opponent makes Noble Six glance upwards, visor showing no sign of emotion as she looks up at those scarlet eyes. Slowly she rises from the position she had been sitting in. There was no need for plesantries. Whoever won this would move on, and whoever lost would be forced out of the competition. There was no room for error this time.     Noble Six knew she would have to strike first, and she did so, right hand coming up quickly and firing off a pair of shots from the pistol that she had pulled from her thigh. The weapon barks and sends both rounds up at her opponent. Time to kick things off. 

:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''     For a moment. For a short tense moment, those scarlet eyes seem to stare through the visor and into Six's. Fate can't do so, but she can approximate where to make eye contact, and the child is unfaltering in the face of a professional soldier.     That's who she's up against. A trained professional. But Fate too is such a professional, even if only in her own field. The sudden report of the pistol going off twice would send most ten year old girls reeling. But for Fate, all that happens is the girl's eyes only seem to harden. In the blink of an instant reflexes kick in, a sudden jink aside takes her out of the path of the slugs en route, the two barely dragging along the light armor of her Barrier Jacket, tearing black cloth and drawing thin trails of blood.     [SCYTHE FORM.]     It's a sudden announcement from the staff in her hand, the black axe-shaped head snapping back and coming to life with a crackling scythe blade of golden electric light.     The distance is crossed in less than a blink, Fate already taking the fight into melee range with a soft breath and the heaving sound of air being cut, to bring the beam blade down in an arcing cut. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Another melee focused fighter, Noble Six notes. The energy blade is dodged as best she can, shifting her weight backwards, the weapon cutting into the chestplate of her armor but missing anything vital underneith. Normally Noble Six would be averse to fighting a child, but she knows better than to think that with how long she's been in the Multiverse.     Still, with the situation where it is, she'll have to act fast. Too close to effectively use her gun, she instead opts to deliver a powerful front kick, intent on knocking her opponent backwards and getting some breathing room between them. 

:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''     That's right, a melee focus, and Fate is a FAST one, too. Those reflexes kick in again in an instant as the girl twirls away with the soft breath of a grunt, that armored boot thudding her hip as she twirls away, using the momentum of her spin to twirl aside. There's a brief moment of breathing room yes, but she's already turning on her heel, scythe trailing with the motion as she intends to flow into her next attack, as fluid and graceful as water, with all the speed of an onrushing typhoon, the staff is spun in her hand once before bringing that crackling blade in for a second attempt at a counter. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The even quicker slash comes in and again Noble Six rolls slightly to the side. She is no slouch when it comes to close quarters, even if she prefers to fight at range. Her combat knife comes to bear, twisting in her right hand.     She moves to try to snatch her opponent's arm, to arrest her movement. Someone as kick as Fate needs to be stopped before they can build momentum. Six has found a good way to stop momentum is with a good old fashioned knife to the gut, which is what she goes for, putting some power behind it. 

:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''     Now this is dangerous. Fate is fast. And compared to a normal girl her age, she's much stronger. But when her arm is caught by a genetically modified super soldier, those scarlet eyes widen. To her credit she does not panic. Even when the strength of that grip is collossal in comparison to her own. No she doesn't panic, but she is forced to react quickly when she sees the steel glint of the drawn blade. A direct stab would be disastrous- even getting nicked would be bad, her armor, though magical, is not intended to take direct traumatic hits. There's a gasp as she jerks away just barely in time. The blade drags slong her tummy, and it's a nasty and deep gash, earning a small cry of pain. But she stifles herself quickly, clenching her jaw rather than let herself truly voice her pain.     She'll live. But her free hand snaps up, a smallglimmer of golden light forming on her palm.     [THUNDER BULLET!] She lets Bardiche do the talking for her, giving the Spartan an equal dose of the silent treatment as her palm shines brilliantly before erupting with the concussive force of a point blank high caliber round of pure electricity, rather than a solid slug. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The shields of the MJOLNIR armor are designed to withstand energy blasts, they were made with the Covenant in mind, but the force is still enough to flare the shields, a golden glow appearing around Noble Six, and force her to back off as she watches the power bar for the shields dip inside of her HUD.     The distance between them allows for her to bring that pistol to bear, ejecting the magazine and loading a new one in, this one with explosive rounds inside of them, as she pulls the trigger a couple more times, firing back with her own enhanced rounds. 

:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''     No sooner than the gun is brought to bear once again, Fate is on the move. Though she weaves and dodges, alternating between running at top speed and lifting offm the concussive burst from each bullet tearing up the ground in her wake, heat searing through her Barrier Jacket, earning small grunts of exertion and pain before she throws herself in a forward tumble. When she comes up smoothly though several baseball-sized orbs of golden light form up in an orbit around her, quickly changing shape to arrowheads of light.     [PHOTON LANCER FULL AUTO FIRE.]     A soft whisper of "Fire..." And they lance forward with the speed of a bullet each, intending to batter that shield down further. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The shield does indeed take a beating from the light arrows, as Noble Six braces herself and takes it. She makes no attempt to dodge this time, as she's trying to pull something off and can't allow herself to give in.     As the last arrow smashes against the shield and it flares out and then drops, Six throws a small sphere towards her opponent. She had been cooking it off waiting for the last arrow to hit, so there's no real delay between when it enters the air near Fate and when it explodes. 

:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''     Now that's something of a surprise.     The sphere hucked her way is... Not an object Fate recognizes. Projectile based weaponry was banned by the laws of Mid-Childa after the Belkan War for a reason, but Bardiche recognizes it as something more basic than what it is. A threat.     [DEFENSER!]     Fate gasps as a half-dome of golden light surrounds her, but the autoprotection spell doesn't stand up against the pressure wave and fragmentation, the gold light shattering like glass and earning a much harsher gasp of pain, fresh cuts and blood welling in the dark fabric of her Barrier Jacket and cloak as she tumbles for a moment. But the girl regains herself. Still ice cold in expression and demeanor, she stamps one foot in the air, a complex sigil of golden light spreading from beneath her boots as the axe-head on her staff snaps back, three wings of gold light spreading from behind it as she thrusts it forward, unleashing a lancing ray of bright yellow, the size of a pillar.     [THUNDER SMASHER!] 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The pillar of light slamming towards her is not something Six is prepared to deal with, especially with her shields still being down. She tries to roll out of the way of it, but is unable to clear it completely as she winds up getting her armor burned. The scorch marks are evident on her armor as she gets back to her feet.     She breaks out another gun. This will be better for everything she does, as the LMG is supported with both hands. She pulls the trigger, unleashing a hail of bullets from the weapon towards Fate, unleashing the fury of the weapon at her 

:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''     That is... A much larger gun.     By this point Fate thinks she has learned one thing about non-magical projectile firearms.     The bigger they are, the nastier they are. And as the flurry and hail of gunfire and lead descend upon her, she stares into the oncoming firestorm. And that's when those reflexes hit near superhuman levels.     She weabes, ducks, bobs, each bullet draging close enough to drag bloody lines down her slender figure, each one harder and harder to graze through, until she can't. One slams an armored portion of her suit dead on and earns a small cry, flinging her bakcwards into one of the rocks with a tiny thump that sends her sprawling.     Unde the dark fabric of her cape she starts pulling herselfup to her feet with a few heated panting breaths. Before she speaks.     "Arcus... Cultus... Aegias..."     The sky darkens, lightning dances in the clouds, thunder claps loud and angry.     "Baruel... Zaruel... Brauzel..."     And then lightning strikes, a long bolt lancing down from the heavens, seemingly directed at the Spartan from above. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     God she hates magic. Noble Six really dislikes dealing with magic users. It might not be magic, you know what they say about advanced tech and magic. But summoning lightning out of thin air seems like magic to her. It strikes full on, and despite the suit's insulation, she groans and drops down to a knee, "Ow."     That hurt like hell, but she manages to pick herself back up to her feet. She takes a moment to pop her neck, before she rushes in towards Fate, dropping a shoulder to try to slam it into the smaller girl, and then deliver several powerful blows from both of her fists, and end it with a throw, trying to plant Fate into the ground with full force. 

:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''     Just as fast, Fate is learning to hate guns. The feeling is mutual. But Fate doesn't get to ruminate on her growing dislike when she has a Spartan running her down. The initial shoulder check nearly flinging her clean over, before the powerful blows slam her around like a ragdoll. Fate slams into a nearby rock, one hand propping herself up against it as she sees stars- only to be yanked and slammed groundwards.     Stunned for a beat she draws in a few pained gasps before rolling aside, her scythe lashing out to try and hook behind Six's legs and yank them out from under her. In the same motion Fate rips off her own cloak, flinging it at that visor before HEAVING the blade.     [ARC SABER!]     The scythe blade detaches, flying like a boomerang at the futuristic supersoldier. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The scythe comes in, and Six brings up her arms to try to deflect the blow, only to have the blade detatch from the weapon. She shifts her stance and catches it across her forearms, the shields still offline as it cuts into the armor and visibly draws blood.     At least she manages to stop it from cleaving into her head. She tosses her arms back down to her sides, shifting weight again and pulling up something else. A blue ball of fire ignites in Noble Six's hand, and she hucks it like a baseball towards Fate's chest with everything she can manage. It sticks to any surface it comes in contact with. 

:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''     The sizzling sphere of light that sticks to Fate is... Not a good sign. Not after the Spartan pitches it at her. "Wh..."     There it is. The first, brieft, quiet moment of panic as she tries to peel it off and fails, her Device's reaction is a lot qui     chy">[PURGING BARRIER JACKET!]     In a flare of gold light her armor erupts outwards, dislodging the sticky grenade before it erupts. But not fast enough as the concussive force launches the girl backwards, sending her in a dizzy sprawl, laid out on the ground. For a moment she lays there, burned and panting... And then her eyes narrow.     There is a thing about boomerangs... They have a tendency to return. And the flung scythe blade curves back around- silently sailing on a course for Six's ba     chy">[SABER EXPLODE.] Bardiche announces. Before it does just that, with all the force of a grenade all its own. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     There's a slight flash of gold as Six's shields come back up, just in time to immediately go down again when the grenade-like explosion goes off behind her. She's knocked forward from the force, grunting in pain as she goes down to both knees. She growls, though it's faint, and rises back up to her feet again. Shields back down, she figures she'll just press the advantage she has at this point, rushing back towards Fate, leaving the ground as she nears her opponent.     Noble Six leaves the ground and her thrusters that are in her suit to propel herself forward, intent on crossing her forearm with Fate and hitting her with a massive lariat. 

:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''     hat shield. That infernal shield. Regaining power just when Fate's gambit came into play. The blonde is scowling as she gets back on her knees, only for that armored arm to slam her back down with breath-taking force. And without her own armor, she's left curling up in a small ball gasping for a moment before crawling back to knees, a dark shadow forming over the girl's face as her armor manifests again. It's an intense effort of willpower and drawing on the last of her strength as she lifts into the air again as the skies darken once more.     Twinkling like starlight the skies flare and fill with several hundred of those golden arrowheads from before, lighting up the     chy">[PHOTON LANCER: PHALANX SHIFT.]     And a wave of her stafe sends them all machinegunning down in place. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The blasts of light raining down upon her make Noble Six drop down to one knee and hold up her arms over herself. Every single one of them comes down on top of her, and a massive cloud of smoke and dust rises up from the crater that resorts from the blasts. Yet when it clears, the damaged, although still functional, MJOLNIR armor is present.     She rises back up to her feet, though she's a bit unsteady on her feet. She pulls out the LMG once more, leveling it at Fate, "You are an excellent fighter. Today's just not your day." At least Six hopes it's not her day, but she holds down the trigger and lets loose with every round left in that light machine gun, until it clicks empty or her opponent is down. 

:'''{{#var:401|Testarossa Fate (401)}} has posed:'''     Panting, sweaty, bloodied, Fate grits her teeth as she tries to catch her breath after expending all that mana. The issue comes when the smoke clears... And Six is still standing.     "... You are too."     The girl may be a living wall of ice, but after that she has to concede the strength behind her foe. Unfortunately her foe is levelling an LMG at her again.     Try as she might, this time her movement is sluggish, Barrier Jacket reformed in time only to get torn back up before she loses her strength, pouring the very last of her endurance in that final flurry of wild dodges, frantically evading with a skill and speed that's almost inhuman- but still not enough. Bullets whittle away at her, each one that grazes, ricochets off her armor, and slaps at her shields until her mana reserves are depleted and she's covered from head to toe in blood, arm limp from a shot that went clean through.     "N-nngh..."     She's persistent. She tries to get up. But just drops back into the dust again.     [YOU'RE DONE, SIR.] Bardiche pings. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Six drops the weapon once it runs out of ammo, and her opponent doesn't get back up. She bows her head to Fate, and then turns to head off of the field, so the medical teams can move in and tend to her.     Six will need her own treatment as well, but for now she's going to be able to walk out on her own two feet. She's happy, after the last round, that she's managed to get a win on this one. 

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2767/WMAT BQ1 Reker vs Richard Stadler

2015-08-10T03:12:14Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:300|Richard Stadler (300)}} has posed:''' Richard Stadler stood at the Arena's edge, looking out onto the cold wasteland in front of him. wind whipping through his clothing that had to be, covered with some cold-weather equipment. "You know, I think I killed some cat here last year. Was it last year? I'm sure it was." He notes, looking over to one of the women that's next to him. Fleece hadn't /quite/ the foresight to bring something heavier, so her teeth were chattering enough outside the tent to make her glasses rattle off her nose. Her hands at least had gloves on, but given the time it had taken her to work on the rifle at her knees, those glasses were probably needed to see. "I-I think it was, because I h-h-had to get all t-those ceramic plates after-" She chatters about, before there's a world weary sigh from Declere on Rick's other side, who stands up, unzips a kit, whips out a thermal blanket, and tosses it over to Fleece, whose bundled happily in it inside of 2 seconds. "Yeah, because it was only ceramic plate. Boss, you get shot at enough. And I fucking care enough to ask why you're doing it because of a fucking compeititon this time?" Stadler looks over, slightly mirthful. "Besides the motorcycle-" He's interrupted with a squeal, "DIBS! OH, Dibs on the first ride!" Fleece says, before handing the 416 over to Rick after a final adjustment. "Besides the motorcycle, there's always the money. Lord knows there's enough operations that need doing black budgets can't handle. Not to mention showing the world that the United States Army isn't a pushover in any conflict." Charging handle's pulled back, chamber examine, action tested, before he nods, and reaches into his combat webbing for a clip. It's slapped in, and the charging handle is released, sending it forward with a *clack*. DeClere gives a standard eyeroll. "Just don't get shot up too much. We might have more rounds of these, and you've seen how packed that stadium gets. I wouldn't be suprised if-" She starts, before looking back to Rick. "Wait, are we here because you're paranoid enough to beleive-" Stadler turns around to face her, looking silently, until she trails off. "Fuck me." She mutters. "I'm paranoid to beleive it, too. Don't get knocked out in the first round, then." She says. Fleece goes, 'OH!' and quickly pats around her blanketed self, before tossing Rick a Ka-BAR. "Just in case! WoooHoo!" She yells out, as Rick slides it into his kit. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Quartermaster. I'll be just a bit. From there," A point to the battlefield he's currently walking toward, and then towards the New-U station. "Or there!" And it's off to the center of the arena, where Reker is waiting. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     The WMAT arena is the height of anticipation as the match start time approaches. For his part, Reker has actually somehow managed to drive a JLTV into the arena, and has it parked at the center of the combat field. He is sitting on the hood of it, tossing a knife up and down in his hand, letting it go up, twirl around, and then catching it. It's a rather big knife.     He's looking out across the field as Stadler comes on out, and the Marine grins a bit as he hops off of the hood. He swipes his hand down and presses a couple of buttons on the menu he brings up, making the vehicle vanish in a burst of voxels, as he moves towards Stadler.     "Hey there, Captain. Listen, no hard feelings, okay? I'm not trying to embarass you in front of your soldiers or your daughter, but you know I'm not going easy on you." He does offer his hand out towards Rick, however, to give him a hearty handshake before the match begins. Once Stadler takes the handshake, though, he'll move back over to his side and stand ready. 

:'''{{#var:300|Richard Stadler (300)}} has posed:''' Stadler moves to take Reker's prooffered hand. pumping it twice when he reaches him. "So long as we keep this professional, I don't see how we should have any hard feelings. I survived a match last year, though, so I'm hoping I'll come out on top here. Best laid plans, though. And I do appreciate you making that vehicle disspear; I didn't bring one of my own, and I'd hate to have to send /those/ two out." He points back to the small tent in the cold plains, where DeClere looks annoyed and Fleece cheerily waves at the glance. " He tales a step back. "We can agree on weapons on hand, in this case. No fire missions from aircraft or artillery, no drone strikes. Just man portable." He says. "Agreed?" He notes, hand on his rifle's grip, held in a tactical position. He's obviously expecting things to start as soon as Reker says so. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     "Alright, just what we have on hand." Reker says, as he gets back to where he is set up. What Stadler probably doesn't know is Reker always has everything on hand, even his truck. But he'll keep this fight fair, and stick to his guns, so to speak.     Once Stadler is ready, Reker is quick to move, as he draws his 1911 Operator from it's holster, and quickly raises the handgun up into both hands, pulling the trigger and firing off a quick shot at Stadler, not wanting to give the wily veteran a chance to act first. Control the speed of the fight. 

:'''{{#var:300|Richard Stadler (300)}} has posed:''' Stadler stands where he is, on his side of the aisle. The amount of gear he was carried was certainly concerning. It was heavy, but needed, and even now he was thinking about how fast all those seemingly endless supply of munitions he was carrying was going to run dry. Well, he's have to solve it before he was out of ammo. Still. His hand moves down to the Hi-Power at his thigh. If he was looking to conserve the good stuff- Here we go. The pistol draw does take him by suprise, the single shot cracking in the air as attempts to dive out of the way. the bullet moves and cuts through clothing, nicking him on the arm, as his own hand grasps for the pistol he had just been looking at, pulling it out and firing. He uses a few shots, but none of them aimed as precisely as he could. It was to keep Reker's head down so he couldn't use that very effective pistol aganist him before he could reach cover. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     The shot from Stadler is a lot more accurate, and it strikes Reker in the chest. A bright red mark appears on him, and his health bar drops visibly. He grunts as he feels the impact, and quickly starts to move, scrambling off to one side as he fires a couple more shots, to try to get Richard to take cover. Reker's bullets still feel like bullets, even if they're just digital data. He should have been able to react to Stadler's bullet line. 

:'''{{#var:300|Richard Stadler (300)}} has posed:''' Oh, Stadler is trying to get to cover. Perhaps it was unfair to be using actual bullets when the enemy was sending packets of digital data this way, but another hit, this time on a thigh while he's rushing to cover causes him to grunt and drag it clear into a rock. A quick examination of it shows what type of 'bullet' it was. "Feels fucking real enough." He whispers to himself, removing the partially expended clip, checking the amount of ammo, and, after a moment, sliding it back into the pistol. He needed to get closer. They both had rifles, but he knew how to make accurate shots, and that would be easier as they closed. It was a gamble, but he was willing to risk it. After a deep breath and a quick test of his leg, he's up again, pistol tracking Reker's position as he keeps pulling the trigger, firing off the rest of the magazine before dashing to another piece of cover. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     The second time that Stadler goes to shoot at him, this time he spots the red line coming towards him and dives out of the way, rolling along the ground and ducking behind a rock, "Shit. Okay." He knows he has exactly five rounds left in the magazine of his 1911, so he can get a few more shots in before he has to reload.     Rolling out from behind cover again, he comes up to a knee and fires two more shots at Stadler. He thinks the soldier is coming into close range, and if that's the case, he probably has something very dangerous to use in very close ranges. Shotgun, maybe. Reker will have to be careful. 

:'''{{#var:300|Richard Stadler (300)}} has posed:''' Again, sliding back into cover, clip ejecting from his pistol, as he loaded a fresh one. He had to have hoped that he at least caused him to be a bit more cautious, because those rounds didn't seem to have done a damned thing. And he was painfully (as in, feeling a .45 ACP slug slam against the vest at his stomach painfully) aware that Reker was using less ammo than he was. The undead were so much easier; it was just running through head shots like a factory producing them. And they didn't shoot back. Most of the time. He looked down at the rifle in front of him. All right. A quick peek over cover. One more time, and he'd better actually make this count. Again, over the top. And, again, he's firing the pistol toward Reker. No ammo conservation, this time. It was a longer trip, though, so he's out of ammo by the time he does manage to reach the next rock. Well, if he does. He was estimating the rate, here. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     This time there's too many bullet lines to avoid, Reker tries to evade the ones he can, but he still takes a few shots, starting to watch health bar dip down further and further. He finally dives for cover, he can only stand in the open so long with someone as skilled as Stadler is.     "Damnit. Okay Reker, get your head in the game." He swaps magazines on the 1911 and then holsters it, as he swipes his menu open and changes his loadout a bit. He pulls the SR-47 out and then pops up from behind his cover. He has a pretty good idea of where Stadler would be taking cover based on the direction he was running. A grenade should flush the Captain out.     Pulling one of the grenades from his belt, he thumbs the priming button and lobs it overhanded towards Stadler's rock. At the very least it should get him out of cover. 

:'''{{#var:300|Richard Stadler (300)}} has posed:''' All right, at least he was in cover. And he could hit something. Though, the distance had been closed... and that means things should be changing. If he could keep him bunkered, that meant continuining to advance. He moves to holster the pistol to his side after loading another fresh mag and sending the slide home, before gripping the rifle itself. He might be able to penetrate rock- Stadler's subconscious has just enough time to identify the grenade that goes bouncing over his cover. Not enough time to do anything about it, given that he was certain Reker was someone who was going to cook the grenade off. So he dives, as it explodes, the loud sound causing his vision and ears to be overwhelmed, yelling just a little. The worst part now was that he was out of cover and turned around... but he might get lucky as his hand feels for his belt, and then pulls a cylninder of his own off, pulling the pin and popping the arming handle. The grenade might not be as accurate, and there was a lot of wind, but it does at least start guttering CS gas in Reker's general direction. And Stadler didn't think he saw a gas mask. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     CS Gas is never fun, even if you've been exposed to it plenty of times. The gas flows out around Reker, and he instantly sees a debuff icon appear on his status bar. He'll have to get ouf of the gas or he'll keep taking a DOT and he really doesn't want to deal with that.     He moves out of the gas as quick as he can, though now he has his rifle out. As he emerges from the gas, the debuff remains, obscuring his vision and making it harder to hit his target. He takes aim at where Stadler is, however, and squeezes the trigger, firing a quick burst of 7.62mm rounds at his opponent. Looks like Reker has decided to ramp it up a bit. 

:'''{{#var:300|Richard Stadler (300)}} has posed:''' Of course by the time Stadler does reach the next bit of cover (or just /move/), he's realizing that the tear gas was a stupid move. A bit effective, in this caase, but rather stupid; he didn't know if the opponent he was facing had developed a tolerence for it. It's what he would have done. He was moving, though, aganist fire, feeling the SOviet rounds kick him in the shin armor, bruisng the skin beneath (and in one case, where it goes clear through the soft flesh. There's a call from the sidelines of, 'HEY! USE A REAL KALASHNIKOV!' from Fleece, as Stadler manages to pull his own rifle around. The fire selector is switched to three round bursts, and he's firing back. Hopefully with a bit more precision than Reker, because he had to take the gloves off, here. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     The yell from the sidelines makes Reker glance towards Fleece, "This is better! Best of both worlds!" He yells back at her, though as soon as he does that he turns back to Stadler in time to catch a bunch of red lines aiming at him. He ducks to the left and takes a shot in the right shoulder, thankfully the full burst didn't hit him.     He grunts as he lays on the ground, though he turns the weapon back towards Stadler and switches his own fire selector to semi, using the holographic sight to try to pull up a headshot. A headshot should do a lot of damage to Stadler, if not take him down outright 

:'''{{#var:300|Richard Stadler (300)}} has posed:''' The call comes back from the sidelines. "No, it isn't! It's building a ammunition type into a platform that wasn't made for it and you haven't even-" She's not very audible after DeClere stands up and clamps her hand over Fleece's mouth. Stadler, for his part, really don't hear a lot of it (something about large amounts of gunfire and the distraction of a data packet slaming aganist the rock about an inch above his ear). But he gets enough for him to yell out, "Sergeant! Not the goddamn time!" He really should return headshot with head shot, but, still... he /was/ using real rounds. And things weren't that desperate... well, yet. So he settles for popping out of cover, lining his own sights down to Reker's center mass, and pulling the trigger twice. Six rounds were all he had left in the clip, anyway. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     The bullets all make contact with Reker and knock him backwards, his healthbar dropping rapidly as all six rounds do their job. He quickly scrambles for cover and once he's secured, has to focus. He tries to shake off the injury so he can turn this around. Can't give up so quickly.     "Nice shot!" He yells out to Stadler, "Really caught me off guard with that one!" He checks his ammo and then switches back to automatic, turning around from his cover and opening fire again, unleashing a full barrage of ammo back at Stadler. 

:'''{{#var:300|Richard Stadler (300)}} has posed:''' Back behind cover, quickly, as the rounds start to fly his direction again. Another shot running two close to his face, blood streaming down a cut at his temple, feeling wet next to the ear. "Damn it." He mutters, before calling back out. "Thank you! Whatever you're shooting is painful as hell!" He remains under cover for a moment, reaching into his pack to pull out a set of gauze, pressing it aganist the gash and typing it in place. The ripped pain in his leg, he could deal with, and that was pressure on his armor, but he couldn't get blood in his eyes. The clip's ejected from the rifle, and he loads a fresh one. Loudly. Lord, who wouldn't be expecting that. He grunts, moving his bruised leg and reaching to the holster at it's hip, drawing the rechambered Webley from it, and cocking the hammer. "I'm full of suprises!" He says, jamming the rifle up top over the cover, and pulling the trigger. After three pulls, he pops out to the left quickly, attempting to line up Reker in the old revolver's Iron sights, before firing a .454 British magnum round toward the man's right leg. He didn't know how bad those bullets in the chest were, but he would feel better if they were the same, mobility wise. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     It's a good thing for Reker that he's not going to have his leg blown clean off by that magnum round. However it's still going to hurt, as he takes all of the shots dead on, his health bar dropping rapidly into yellow, hovering dangerously close to red. He falls backwards and lands on his ass, the impact enough to take him down.     "Okay, I was holding off on this, but I don't think I have much choice now!" He drops the SR-47 and it vanishes into voxels, before he pulls out something else. This is a weapon Stadler may or may not know, the Heavy Counter Assault Rifle. This one's fitted with several attatchments and a wicked looking paintjob. It also has an odd red glow around the barrel.     Getting back to his feet, Reker levels the rifle at Stadler and pulls the trigger, aiming to let the Devestator live up to its name as it unleashes incindiary .30-06 rounds at his opponent in a blistering hail of digital lead. 

:'''{{#var:300|Richard Stadler (300)}} has posed:''' Oh, that was just /perfect/. Seriously, it was. Rick would be the type to complain about doing things with tech high enough that it removed the work and thought of weapon selection out of it. But the weapon is one that seemed... well placed. And rather large. And /very/ painful, as the rounds slam aganist his armor, turning ceramic into paste and melting Nomex. "Fuck! Just.... Fleece!" He's yelling back to her, reaching into his gear and grabbing a pair of pliers, quickly grabbing the rounds as he pulls them out. "Are you okay? OH! I take back what he said about him! That one's really nice! It's like a smaller BAR! I take back everything I said about him being mean! Can we get some? Can we?" Stadler looks at one of the melting, deformed rounds tossed to the ground. Goddamn it, that was .30-06. He really needed to fine the time to look at the newer weapon systems these days. Beautiful weapon system. And rather... distressing. Because he hadn't thought to lug a BAR into the battlefield to offer a counter. If it was a means needed to cause some fire, he couldn't afford to go half measure. The armor had stopped melting (well, that, and the painful burning sensaton and smell of torched skin indicating that something else had stopped burning too), but it was infinitly weaker because of it. He had to wrap this up .He had one ace in the hole, but he wasn't ready to use it yet. Battlefield needed to be prepped. Which means Reker needed to be out in the open, backdropped with a solid surface. The grenade sails off in it's arc, exploding near Reker. In a shower of white phosphourous. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     Reker can't help but smirk a bit as Fleece seems to enjoy his gun, "Don't worry, I'll let you get a closer look later!" Reker calls out to her, totally missing the grenade indicator as the WP grenade lands next to him. He turns to look at it just as it begins to burst, turning and catching most of it along his side.     While he doesn't feel pain in the traditional sense, the DOT indicator pops up, the WP spreading across him and the damage ticking off quick. There's no real way to get it off of himself in the traditional sense, so he has to wait for the timer to run down.     Reker has to focus on the fight, and so he reloads the weapon, the barrel glow changing from red to orange, as he shoulders the weapon again.     "This one's special though. Something to keep in mind." He grins at Richard, as he pulls the trigger, this time firing explosive rounds from the weapon, instead of incindiary ones. The HCAR thumps each round out in chorus. 

:'''{{#var:300|Richard Stadler (300)}} has posed:''' If there was one thing he really needed to do, it was get that man away from that gun. Hard to do when someone had access to hammer space, but it was doing enough damage to his slightly seared flesh that it had just become a nessecity. The burns weren't helped by the rock chips landing on him, one of them dug into his shoulder. That and the damned ringing in his ears. He can't hear much, but when he looks up, he sees it's still burning... everywhere but on Reker. "How the /hell/!" He says, fucking back down and quickly unslinging a weapon. Different world, different rules. He should remember that. And make sure he uses the one weapon he had in this one situation. There's another pin pulled, the cardboard tube extending with a click, and, after checking his blast back, he'll pop out of cover again, sending the LAW in a streak of smoke toward Reker. He only had one of those, however. And he was almost certain Reker had a dozen. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     The weapon clicks empty and Reker goes to reload it, when his opponent ducks behind cover. He can hear the click of the tube opening over the wind of the battlefield, and he frowns.     Indeed, a moment later Stadler has an anti-tank launcher, and he's firing it at Reker. The Marine dives out of the way, or at least tries to. Probably looks like something out of an action movie as the rocket impacts and the shockwave sends him flying. He crashes and rolls, smoldering, health bar visibly in the red.     Reker's not moving, but he's not dead either it seems. His health bar is low, and his vision is turning red as he gets closer to going down. He rolls over onto a sitting position, and this time brings out his biggest gun.     With the HCAR down, this time he has to bust out the M-32 MGL. The weapon is brought to bear, as he squeezes the trigger rapidly, unleashing all six fourty milimeter grenades in an arc towards Stadler and his expended rocket launcher. 

:'''{{#var:300|Richard Stadler (300)}} has posed:''' Effective. It had been effective, certainly. That was why he brought them along. But it was a single shot, and the expended tube was lying a few meters away by now. Given the amount of running he had to do to escape from that bracket of 40 millimeter grenades fired in quick succession. He just knows that everything, just /everything/ hurts right about now. He's actually still for a few moments, his two man team at the back having grabbed weapons, but... stop, as he manaage to lift himself up. "God... damn it." He says, coughing again and leaving some blood on the sand. "I really, really need to stop doing these." He says to himself, head swinging around. He was disoriented unable to do much more than see clouds of dirt and smoke, much less hear anything, but he can catch and outline of Reker in the distance, and that Webley was just a hand away. It wasn't anything big, admittedly. His rifle was slung, his Hi-Powered was holstered, and he didn't have enough strength left to pick a target with either. But the Webley still had six shots in it. He had seen how badly Reker had been hurt previously. He knows he's not doing too well.. but he didn't know exactly how much strength he had left. Didn't really matter. These were the last five shots he had in range of quick firing, and he was going to use them. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     Reker advances towards the wounded soldier, looking at that revolver as it comes up. He spots the bullet lines, and then runs forward, dropping down to his knees as he does so. He still catches one round along she side of his head, which cuts a line of red along the side of his head.     "Sorry about this, Stadler. This was one hell of a fight." He says, as he pulls his knife off of his gear rig, and twists it in his hand for a moment, before driving forward with the weapon to jam it into Stadler's gut. He knows that he won't kill him, and he's not trying to, but he wants to win this and move on for sure. 

:'''{{#var:300|Richard Stadler (300)}} has posed:''' Stadler looks at the revolver, for a moment. "Fucking hell. You'd think this would be more accurate." He says, letting it clatter to the deck, as Reker walks forward. "And no problem. Certainly no problem. I really could have used that motorcycle though-" He gives a gasp, as the knife jams into his gut, feeling... well, a lot of pain. It always seemed like a lot of pain, even with the rest of it. At the very least, it's only for a moment, before he lapses into unconsciousness. "I think that's enough." The voice comes from RIck's side of the field, as DeClere's slug-loaded M1014 is pointed toward Reker, with Fleece and an AK-104 covering her from the opposite side. "Keeping the knife." Fleece says, with a somewhat angry pout on her face, as DeClere moves to hoist Rick's battered body onto her shoulder, and they fall back toward the exit. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     "I don't think you can, it's just digital." Reker says, as he follows Fleece and DeClere towards the exit, "But I'll pick you up a copy. I'm sure you wanna talk weapons anyway, and trust me, I know a lot." He says, with a grin, "Maybe after the tournament?" And he follows off to make sure Stadler gets the right treatment 

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1700/Sangheili Pirates

2015-03-02T04:54:10Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The United Earth Government reassumed control once the war with the Covenant was over with, and their first priority was to try to restablish contact with lost colonies, and begin to restablish colonies whereever they could. Unfortunately a lot of the worlds that had survived the war were still faced with numerous problems, the least of which included attacks from Covenant remnants and human insurgents who wanted to break away from the UEG, quickly resuming hostilities as soon as the Covenant had been beaten.     Rebels from the world of Tekan IV have established an alliance with some of those Covenant remnants, and together they have been raiding shipping lanes between Tekan IV and Harvest, the first human world that was hit, where efforts to re-terraform the planet have been going slowly. The equipment from Tekan IV has been a huge help to the UEG and losing these shipments has been devesting enough that ONI has assigned Noble Six to the job of ending the attacks.     The ship that they have taken for this mission is a standard UEG freighter known as the UEGS 'Here's To You' It has no weapons, minimal shields, and the most advanced thing on it is the Shaw-Fujikawa Translight Engine, allowing it to go into slipspace. This is why ONI has figured the pirates have someone on the inside. There's no way for them to know when a ship would come out of slipspace if they didn't have advanced knowledge of the travel route.     Right now the ship is in slipspace, but instead of the usual cargo of terraforming equipment, the ship contains something with a bit more punch to it. Noble Six, wearing her new War Master armor, stands in the cargo hold, looking through the weapons she brought with her, "Alright folks." She says, turning to face the gathered Unionites and Syndicate operatives, "If they follow their standard MO, as soon as we drop out of slipspace, they'll fire a warning shot across our bow and demand that we kill our engines and allow them to board. We're going to do exactly that. Those of you who can pretend to be crew members, I want you to escort them to the cargo hold after they board, where the rest of us will be waiting to ambush them.     Six pauses for a second as she looks around to the group, "We want the leadership alive. ONI suspects that there is at least one high ranking insurgent on the raiding party at any given time. We want him alive. Same goes for the ranking Sangheili, the ship master. Everyone else is expendable." 

:'''{{#var:32|Courier Six (32)}} has posed:'''     Well if you were looking for someone to fit the part of 'unwitting deckhand' it's hard to get mroe unwitting looking than Johnny. Get rid of the armor, put him in a goold old jumpsuit and rub grease all over him, and he's just another guy, afterall. Save for the Pipboy of course.     The Courier winks at the folks present, the drawlin his voice deepening. "Aint nothin' to it, really. Just gotta be pur-sway-sive about things." He fiddles with the UEG standard boardign pistol on his belt, the sort that won't punch through multiple layers of bulkhead. "Gotta give them something to do. Disarmin' a fellow makes you feel safe, after all." 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Why is Finna here? Probably to justify her Union membership. Gotta do something heroic once in a while! ... Even if it's in that dreaded space place again...     "A real turnabout! What do you call this, reverse piracy? Arr!" The foxgirl might've been watching too many movies because as she twirls around her clothes reform into a classy pirate lady outfit including a RIDICULOUS skull and crossbones hat!     But the very next moment she executes another fanciful twirl and has donned a uniform like those worn by the crew, and shifted her posture and demeanor entirely to rigid and military. She snaps a salute and switches to slightly accented english. "Order acknowledged. Play prey! It's fun time!"     ... Maybe not with the best grammar, but she's learning fast. 

:'''{{#var:661|Nemesis (661)}} has posed:''' Sheeeing as Nemesis is probably the least human of the group, "I think I would be best being with the ambush," she notes, taking a look at the rest of the group that had been gathered to assist Six with this pirate affair. "I cannot stand pirates, however. I look forward to making sure their days of thievery are ended. Quickly." A pause. "Any preference to weaponry? I do not want to inadvertantly cause a rupture in the hull." Another pause. "Or worse." 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Alexis was the first to get an invite to this, thanks to a little contract she has going on with the ONI given her working relationship with Noble Six. The cyborg looks the part of a crewman with her current clothes, her coat removed to reveal the blue sweater underneath, and she loads up her issued weapons. These include an M45 tactical shotgun she finishes loading up, giving a solid pump as she racks the tube. As sidearms, she carries an M6G at each hip. Just to be safe, her EM-GASH rifle is kept on her back, but the output's been adjusted to avoid tearing holes through the ship's bulkheads as well.     The cyborg hands her partner an M7 personal-defense weapon after loading it up, and then musses up Kotone's hair. "Short controlled bursts, remember." She reminds the younger cyborg. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa has good hardware in her body, Kotone's armory? Is not so well stocked as of yet but well one thing at a time? She'd seen the contract she'd accepted. She wanted something to get her mind of the events of the nightbefore and this job seems to be it. She was happy to help, she also very much clad to look like she is one of the crew herself. IT fit well enough and she acdept the weapon nodding for a moment. "Controlled bursts, and I know don't leave my finger on the actual trigger." Then her hair is messed up by the elder cyborg, this gets a short ack out of the younger one before she settles down. She is however got her self patched in with their employer primissions to the ship's datanet, so she can better help deal with the ambush of the pirates. 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:'''     Gakupo came on this trip too, mainly because he lacks the need to breathe so he's in less danger if he gets thrown out into space. Slightly less, of course-- there's always collisions, getting too close to a star, falling into an engine, et cetera. But still less. And he does know non-lethal techniques. He just doesn't use a gun, that's all.     The plan from Noble Six is heard, considered. And he nods when Nemesis speaks. "I think I should stay with the ambush force as well," he agrees. "I don't exactly look the part of a crew member." If nothing else, the mass of long purple hair would give him away. To say nothing of the whole 'techno samurai' thing he's got going... 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The crew of the ship, there's still a few of them onboard, send out a message over the ships broadcast system, "We're approaching the point where we drop out of slipspace. If you guys have a plan, now would be a good time to get into place." Comes the voice of the ship's captain, as the few Marines onboard begin to move into position in the cargo hold.     Noble Six looks around at everyone, and nods to Nemesis and Gakupo, "I agree. I'm staying in here as well. Last thing we need is them spotting a SPARTAN and bugging out early. We have somewhat of a reputation."     Six herself moves into a position in the cargo bay, "Alright folks, places. Remember, try not to shoot anybody until we get them into the cargo hold." She looks at Alexis, and if she didn't have the helmet on, would probably be winking. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa has not seen Noble Six in while hse hope sot catch up with her later. She does also make sure she's got a fe wother things. She moves to hid the weapon for the moment and she's done a fairly good job at hiding them. She also takes the rounds as well and the addtional weapon. It's also very likely she's got a combat knife hidden on her. She looks to Noble six grins faintly an seems to be making ready n9ow, she's knows the plan and she pens up her cybercom to anyone she can contact that's allied. <<I'll handle what I can on the info war side of things once we get the pirats aboard, if I could get into their ship's systems...>> 

:'''{{#var:32|Courier Six (32)}} has posed:'''     Johnny smiles at Finna and the rest, before whistling a bit and getting into character. He's moving into place to start movingand loading and unloading crates and gear and such for the jump out of slip. 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Alexis gives Six a little grin before she stuffs her guns into a bag first, wanting to appear unarmed for the moment. "I'm going to have to keep these here until the shooting starts. Kotone, keep your weapon concealed as well, that's what the M7's good for." she says, giving the younger cyborg a significant glance. Kotone will also recieve one of Maaka's pistols and a few magazines. "Eight rounds of hollow point ammo. Make 'em count."     Then, she synchs onto the radio board as she holsters the other pistol, making sure it's concealed. Changing out the ammo beforehand from HE to something less destructive was a good move, given the ship they're on. 

:'''{{#var:661|Nemesis (661)}} has posed:''' A simple nod is given to NOBLE Six before Nemesis would move to wherever the spartan would want her to be. Cargo hold, right? Right. Armor's on, weapons checked, drones droning, music thundering. All good! Yes. Music. She has a headset on. Constantly. This is not going to change. Don't worry, she can still hear everyone. Promise. 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:'''     "Mhm," Gakupo agrees to Noble Six's statement of staying in the hold. "Good idea. They won't be expecting any trouble or resistance." They'll need to hide, unless he can so a convincing enough impression ofa doll or animatronic to fool them. Not something he wants to take a chance with though. Ultimately he finds a place in the hold as well, somewhere he can wait, and watch and listen for the battle to begin. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Finna dusts her hands off and does a little buttwiggly dance in place briefly, adjusting her outfit. Apparently she's having fun! Kind of crazy given what they're about to be up to, but...     If you can't have fun while risking your life to some degree, you're not living, she'd probably say.     Canny observers can just watch her tail wagging expectantly however. If anyone can see it!     "Don't you worry, I've got it covered here! Ahem..." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa ha:takes the ger from Alexis and nods, she's packing a few other htings, Kotone was prone to taking less lethal weapons with her, but that was just her way really. She seems reayd she hides the m7 and likely also has a combat knife on her somewhere. Even with her lesser training her new body would let her overpower the average human or evne possibly elite. (the species). She now moves to fall into place for the planned ambush. << Just a heads up if we can get me into ther pirate's ship's systems I might be bale ot make a real mess or even keep them from running. Hell I might be able to pull files.>> This goes out ove rher cybercom to the comms of her allies just of note. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Everyone is moving into position, setting up and getting ready. Things are going exactly the way Noble Six had planned up to this point. Now if things will continue to go that way, who knows. There's a slight lurch as the ship comes out of Slipspace, and alarm klaxons immediately begin to go off, "They just fired on us!" The captain calls out, "Yes, we expected as much. Shut down the engines and let them board."     Anyone on the bridge would get the broadcast from the Covenant ship, "Kill your engines and prepare to be boarded." That would be the voice of the Covenant shipmaster, who is broadcasting to the UEG ship. The captain does what he asks, the engines shutting down and the ship slowing down. The Covenant ship pulls up alongside it, and a Phantom flies out, aiming to dock with the UEG ship.     Noble Six comes over the radio, "I want two of our undercover team to meet the boarders and escort them down." 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Showtime. Alexis claps Kotone's shoulder before she radios Six back, "Ko' and I got this one, Six. Don't worry." She says calmly. She's fought Covvies before, when she first met Six on Reach. The Sangheli don't give her much to fear, no more than any other enemy. As she discretely hacks into the UEG ship's bridge software to watch the ship's arrival, she makes her way towards the docking back.     "Time to play nice, let's not keep our guests waiting." 

:'''{{#var:32|Courier Six (32)}} has posed:'''     Johnny, for his part is now going through the motions of a proper hostage/captive. He's moving slowly into the open and presenting absolutely no threat to anyone, hands far away for the very obvious pistol at his belt. No sudden moves, nothing as the pirate board the freighter. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     When the pirates come aboard, well... Finna's made her way to the docking zone, dressed like a crewmember. Apparently unarmed, her weapon holster's quite empty! And for the moment, she has short brown hair. At the sight of Covenant intruders she affects a face full of fear, disgust, and reluctant determination all at once. All tense and stiff, worried about what these pirates might just do.     Very few words are likely to be exchanged here. But she'll do her job and escort them... 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:'''     When the announcement about being fire at comes, Gakupo narrows his eyes. Not long now. He places his left hand on the sheath of his sword, using his thumb to push the blade out of the sheath just a little. Enough that it would easily come out of the sheath when pulled. He doesn't fully draw it now. It's not time yet. For the moment he waits, listening for the moment the pirates make their entrance into the hold. 

:'''{{#var:661|Nemesis (661)}} has posed:'''     At least Nemesis is paitent. Her head is bobbing, ever so slightly, to the music being pumped into her headset, but she's paying very close attention to everything that's going on. Her drones are feeding her a wealth of information, and one of them is hovering right above the door that she expects the Sanghelli to enter through. No need for her to say anything. Instead, she's lifted her weapon, which is what amounts to a Morrigi energy rifle, and is just waiting for the go signal. She's aware she's a pretty big target, even has her wings spread a bit. Anything to make her seem that much larger, and that much more intimidating.. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is glad for the confidence that Alexis has in her, because some times she don't. Playing the bystander however is something she can do very well. She falls in step with Alexis frinning for half a second before she now moves to fall in line. She's not fought the Sangheli before herself so she has only what her employers told them. She does also moves to track the arrival via the same way Alexis is. "Right, lets get this done, shall we?" 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The Phantom docks and the hatch opens, as three Elites, several Jackals and a handful of Grunts step out, along with about ten humans wearing what looks like reclaimed UNSC army gear, "Alright, who's in charge here?" Says one of the humans, an older looking guy who steps up in front of the aliens and humans.     He seems like he's the target they're looking for, that they need to keep alive. None of the Elites have the right armor on the be the shipmaster, if Kotone and Alexis were paying attention. That means he might still be on the Covenant ship.     The group will need to go ahead and take out the enemies on board, and then worry about taking out the Covenant ship. One job at a time. 

:'''{{#var:32|Courier Six (32)}} has posed:'''     Johnny's hands go straight up and he drawls. "Hooo there partner, ain't fightin', nothing doing, this shit ain't worth my life. Uh, I uh." He twitches a bit, hands still raised. I am armed, he's trying to indicate to one of the pirates. Please disarm me, his bodylanguae practically screams. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     And Finna decides to fall in with the group after raising her arms to show that she's unarmed, maching along reluctantly! Who wants pirates in their cargo bay? DRRRRGH, not her!     The hands don't stay there, however. Although she's not holding any weapons, she balls her fingers up into fists and keeps them at her side.     Is that a hint o silvery light flickering from between her fists...? 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     "Captain's in the engine room still." Alexis answers, holding up her hands as the boarding party comes. She raises an eyebrow as she spots UNSC-equipped men along with the aliens. It's strange, but these guys must be Insurrectionist if she knows her intel right. The cyborg's golden eyed stare is enough to make it clear she isn't the cowering type, even to these people.     "This way." She tilts a thumb towards the engine room, before she begins ot lead them away. Johnny and Finna for a split-second get a wink from Alexis, before she begins to lead the aliens and pirates along. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The plan is in motion to send a team to hijack the Phantom and take it back to assault the Covenant ship. Meanwhile, the leader of the boarding party is lead to the cargo bay. The door opens up, and the boarders step inside of the bay, spreading out to the various crates and equipment that is stowed.     Noble Six triggers the trap, and the door to the bay seals, trapping them inside with the defenders. Noble Six steps out from her cover, shotgun in her hands, as she raises it, "By the authority of the UNSC, you are under arrest. Drop your weapons and surrender and you won't be harmed!"     The response to Noble Six's order is a shot fired from the leader's pistol, which lights up Noble Six's shields, "It's a trap! Get 'em boys!" He yells out, as all of the crew that's with him suddenly sweep into action.     One of the Elites turns on Alexis as the order to attack is given, and bullets and plasma blasts begin to fly as the pirates start to engage the Marines. And therefore shit just hit the fan. 

:'''{{#var:661|Nemesis (661)}} has posed:''' Pirates! The moment that they start firing on everyone, the larger form of Nemesis surges forward, wings snapping back to give her just a little more extra speed, and then she's trying to run right over the first pirate she finds. Probably a Sanghelli, and probably not a bad thing considering they're probably used to being bigger than their opponents. NOT TODAY. "Dustling mongrel!" she yells out before actually trying to put a number of shots into him at short range, her harpy drone firing from another angle at the same target while the other two data drones try to keep tabs on the other pirates in the room, wanting to warn their owner if anyone else turns on her. 

:'''{{#var:32|Courier Six (32)}} has posed:'''     Annnnnnnnnd that's the fuckin' cue.     Johnny's Pipboy flashes brightly, and from the depths of the device springs forth... a massive black staff. The Courier slaps the base of it into the deck and from the end springs forth a wide, flickering, hateful looking purple energy blade. The Protonic Inversion Axe.     And with that, the courier swings it, lumberjack style, at the first guy between him and the Phantom. "WRONG FUCKIN' DAY, BOYS." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa had stuck with Alexis until she was given the order to break off at this point she's going to go hooik up with Johnny and Finna so she breaks off as she's well not neede needed here, right?. With that in play she now knows what to do, and that's where she goes for her hidden weapon. She got the pilot she's got out and she's not picking her shots as she dives for cover, she does this with speed no unagumented human stock human, from this world should be able to do. "Sorry you were the prey all along! Then again it's assholes like you that made me what I am!" 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:'''     Gakupo hears Noble Six's commands to the pirates, and takes that as his cue. Leaping out from his cover, he draws his blade. He wastes no time with speaking speaking, but instead merely and takes the first attack he can, a slashing attack at one of the pirate's arms. He's trying to disarm the pirate. Literally.     It's to note that his sword makes a sound like a woodwind instrument when swung through the air. The rainbow-patterned blade picks up a vibration as it is swung, which gives it an almost vibrosword-like quality. The frequency isn't nearly that high but it should protect the blade from the plasma attacks well enough. Which is good because he may have to parry shots, since he lacks a long-range weapon. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "haha!" The moment the trap's sprung, Finna finds herself behind the group and in a perfect position. She sways about happily and calls on her shapeshifting powers one more time... while bringing that glittering fist up and about. With a loud ring of rasping steel she draws forth a pretty straightforward sword of a make strikingly similar to some viking weapons. But at the same time... her outfit shifts to show more skin than not, becoming cerulean blue silks - semi-translucent except where absolutely required it not be - including streamers wrapped around her arms and an assortment of glittering jewels... like some kind of dancer from the east.     Or the Southeast, if you live in Creation.     "En garde ya scoundrels!"     And with a leap she sends herself flying up onto the nearest pirate's shoulders and attempts to RUN ACROSS THE WHOLE GROUP, ONE HEAD AFTER ANOTHER, and knock them all off balance!     Then land in clear view with a twirling flourish...     Sword raised. 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Cue the fighting. Alexis growls as she draws her pistol. Raising it, she fires upon one of the grunts, popping cobalt everywhere as she then focuses it on the Elite approaching her. She attempts to bring it to bear, firing repeatedly before she goes into close quarters, drawing a combat knife in hand.     Yes, she's going in close-quarters with a massive eight foot alien soldier. Crazy doesn't begin to describe it as she slashes at the alien's throat. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The Phantom's entrance was being guarded by a human and two Grunts. He didn't like Johnny and Finna hanging around, and he really doesn't like it when that Protonic Inversion Axe cuts into his chest and takes him out with a single swing. Who would have thought in a world of guns that a melee weapon would be one of the best you could get your hands on?     Finna manages to take the Grunts by surprise as she bounds across them, and Kotone sweeps in and finishes the whole thing off. With the guards out of the way, they have a free path into the ship proper, but there'll be a lot more guards deeper inside. They're not expecting to get attacked, so most of them are unprepared.     Inside of the cargo bay, things aren't going the way the pirates expected. Nemesis' arrival is met with surprise as she drops in on the Sangheili. He is used to being the biggest on the battlefield, and her shots blast into him, causing his shields to flare. He roars out in pain and surprise, and busts out his energy sword, swinging it in a wide arc at Nemesis.     Gakupo's movement causes the pirate to lose his arm, but the injured man is shoved out of the way by a Jackal, the alien wielding a shield with it's plasma pistol and trying to blast Gakupo Kamui with the weapon.     Maaka is in melee combat with an eight foot tall alien monster. It has a plasma rifle and it is trying to blast her with it. The alien tries to smash her with his free hand to disarm her from that pistol in her hands, and stomp her with one of his huge feet. 

:'''{{#var:661|Nemesis (661)}} has posed:''' Energy Sword, eh? While Nemesis would love to get her hands on that weapon, defending herself right now is so much more important. In a fluid motion, the Morrigi holsters the energy rifle, brandishes a not-at-all-mundane-spear, and proves to the Sanghelli that even simple weapons can be a pretty big issue! Stab. Stab. Overhead swing. STAB. STABSTABSTAB. On and on. It's a flurry of attacks! Lets see if the Sanghelli can keep up. 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Alexis may have a good grip on weapons, but she's disarmed all the same by the Elite's manuevers. She grunts in distress, before she's knocked off her feet by a kick to the gut. "Oof, shit, okay that's not good..." She mutters, rolling to evade the Elite's fire as she attempts to reclaim the pistol. It's knocked out of reach by an errant boot, and she grunts again in annoyance.     Once again she goes into close-quarters, gun or no gun, and she charges the Elite with her knife in hand. This time she grabs onto his arm, using as much strength as she can to break it before she retrieves the plasma rifle. The weapon is a bit unergonomic, but it does the job as she levels it into the Elite's face. The weapon jerks in her grip as she fires it over and over until the Elite is felled, then goes to reclaim her M6 with a roll. She holsters the pistol, for now using the plasma rifle as a weapon as she goes to grab her duffle bag of guns. 

:'''{{#var:32|Courier Six (32)}} has posed:'''     Johnny's charge through the docking clamps into the other ship takes him through a convienet dark spot and when he comes out the other side, he's wearing the Mark 2 Stealth Suit, the sleak armor shoving energy and med-x into his motions. That Axe twirls a bit as he heads for the front of the ship, presenting the most threatening figure he can. "THIS IS A RAID! I AIN'T WANT TO SEE A GADDAMN ONE OF YOU RAISIN' ARMS AGAINST US OR BY ASIMOV I WILL REMOVE THEM FROM YOUR FUCKIN' TORSO."     The Axe crashes into a wall and starts dragging a red-hot line through corridor. 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:'''     THIS is where Gakupo gets his true strength-- defense. He never stops moving. Redirecting his own momentum to the side, he raises his sword to 'swat' the blast back at the Jackal who fired it. Perhaps that will give his attacker something to deal with while Gakupo ducks to the side and makes to try to cut into the alien's leg.     Finally he speaks. "Surrender," he instructs. "Do so and be treated fairly. Continue to fight and be cut down." 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Anyone focusing on Finna's upraised sword is probably in for a surprise. With the grunts going down, she wastes very little time charging past them and taking on a surreal silvery-blue aura through the effort. And yet her footsteps seem lighter than air, almost entirely without sound as she zips down the corridor quickly enough to kick up a small gale in her wake! WHOOOOOOOOOSH!     She's still in that utterly revealing and somewhat extravagant outfit, but after rounding a bend seems to have added the RIDICULOUS PIRATE HAT to the outfit again.     "Well now. Let's play a game. If I'm the pirate queen though, what does that make you?" She asides to Kotone, eyes on the ramp.     ... It might be a bit too early, but she slinks down to all fours, does a really weird crawl up the ramp and into the ship and... once she spots the nearest pile of guards, launches herself in a vicious pounce. One Grunt she'll just pounce. A few others? Well, KNIVES go flying through the air courtesy of a flick of her tail! 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa helps clean up on the ship then is moving on as she follows up with the others she does not yell at the pirate at all she looks to Ginna for a moment tiling her hes a little bit. She doesn't like wher this is going but it's too ltate things are going nuts, she moves to keep her allies covered as she attempts to remotely poke the local network, it's alien it's unlikely but hey she can try, right? She alao chose to speak up. "Wait pirate queen?" She shakes her head now is not the time. "Surrender." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Nemesis' Elite is trying to fight back with the energy sword, but has never fought something like her, and is soon overwhelmed by the blows that his shield can't deflect. Of course now she has to deal with a bunch of Grunts running towards her, trying to save their mortaly wounded compatriot. The one in the lead is covered in several glowing blue spheres for some reason. Weird.     Alexis would manage to grab the plasma rifle, and the Elite tries to slam his fists into her, but is met with a hail of plasma fire from the weapon, combined with the earlier pistol shots, his shields drop, and he drops shortly there after. Now she has to deal with the incoming fire from several of the Jackals, however, and some old fashioned bullets from two of the pirates with assault rifles.     Johnny, well, Johnny is a force to be reckoned with when he's not facing off against a bunch of guys who weren't expecting to get attacked and haven't even gotten their weapons out of the armory. Aliens and humans alike scatter, trying to get away from him, but as he approaches a wide open are of the ship, he would find the shipmaster has come to face the invaders himself. Energy sword crackling in his hands, the large Elite points at the enforcer of New Vegas, "You dare to step upon my ship, heretic? I will cleave your body limb from limb!" Remember, that's the guy we want alive.     Kamui's blade flashes and moves, and he's able to get behind the Jackal's shield and strike a blow on the alien. Of course Jackals are not known for their surrender, and the alien tries to assault Kamui again, while another jackal, this one with no shield and two arm mounted blades, tries to attack from behind.     Finna and Kotone both will have to deal with the few defenders who do still have their weapons, a mixture of aliens and humans who have opened fire on them. Of course Finna's knives make short work of several of them without an issue, but still more are breaking and running, trying to get to the armory. Kotone may have to cut them off.     Also where is Noble Six during all of this? The SPARTAN is in silver and blue armor, it's not like she blends into the background. Except when she does. The leader of the pirate forces will soon find himself with an invisible blade pressing against his throat, as Noble Six decloaks behind him, placing her shotgun on his shoulder and firing a blast into one of the pirates with it, "Tell you men to stand down and we will spare their lives. If you don't, their deaths will be on your head." 

:'''{{#var:661|Nemesis (661)}} has posed:''' If there is one thing Nemesis knows: If you don't know what it is that's coming at you? Keep it the hell away from you. Her harpy drone starts firing like mad on the suicide-grunt, and a moment later her rifle is out, unleashing a lot more blasts on the glowing grunt. This isn't going to end well, is it? 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Alexis beans one of the pirates over the head with her plasma rifle, firing away until it overheats. Tossing the weapon away, she rifles through her duffle before drawing her own shotgun. A pump is heard as she chambers a shell, then she blows away an unlucky grunt before noting the pirates and Jackals. She tosses a flashbang at the feet of the human pirates, then runs to take over behind a large shipping container.     The cyborg leaps atop of the container, aiming to leap upon one of the jackals in order to knock him to the ground as she vaults over another of the alien soldiers, whacking him across the back of the head with her shotgun's buttstock in a bone-shattering impact. 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:'''     Gakupo's not expecting an attack from behind him. He is a follower of Bushido and tends to assume people will act honorably until they don't. While it might or might not say something about his intelligence that he didn't expect dishonorable behavior from PIRATES, the fact remains that he hadn't been expecting it. He's concentrating on redirecting the momentum of the attacker before him, and suddenly he takes a slash across the back, and he yelps in surprise and pain.     The blade does not strike flesh and bone, but plastics and metals. The stench of burning fiberglass and plastics greets the attacker's nose. No blood comes out, but cooling fluid instead. And the injury sparks and crackles as if it had been a machine struck. Which, well... since it WAS, that kind of makes sense.     But perhaps the unexpected response to the Jackal's target not bleeding-- and more importantly, NOT DYING-- will give Gakupo the moment he needs to turn on the Jackal who attacked him from the back. There's a scowl on his face. "Coward!" he growls as he strikes. He's not aimingfor the arm this time. No, he's aiming for the NECK! 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa Sees that she is able to deal with the defender well enough she's also very fast she's dodging at high speed she's clipped a few times but there's no blood coming from her, she gets nothing on poking the network oh well she hadn't expected much out of that she however does move to take dsown anfd a few grunts are lucky to end up with broken limbs as she now heads after the people moving for the armory and she's moving very fast she could keep up with a car and she's going to clothes line the guys going for the armory if she can, or otherwise trip them up. 

:'''{{#var:32|Courier Six (32)}} has posed:'''     Johnny snarls a warning. "Boy, I ain't even gonna challenge you on the religious implications of that remark. I am gonna tell you I ain't about to let you do that."     The Courier slams the blade of the PIA into the decking, sweeping it to mark a line in the metal. "I am Jonathan Tallbranch, majordomo of New Vegas of Terra, and I fuckin' challenge you for this ship." 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     It may well be that Finna would rather face the men while they DO have their weapons. But that's only if she were on her lonesome and feeling daring - it's just not a challenge otherwise!     But there are other boarders on her team to consider. LIke Kotone down there.     "They're not gonna surrender until you've knocked a bunch of 'em into a wall!" She advises Kotone. "Speaking of which..."     She decides to do just that. While still glowing with divine might, she goes flipping down a wall and spins around upon landing in front of a few of the grunts and humans.... only to deliver a SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE kick with enough force to probably do EXACTLY what she just explained needed to be done. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Nemesis' plan to get away from the Grunt is a smart one, as the shots take it down and the grenades explode, taking out two other grunts in the process. She's in the clear for the moment, thankfully free from her attackers.     Maaka's shotgun goes to work, both in melee and at range, none of the pirates seem able to keep up with her blstering speed as she moves through them. Their numbers are dwindling quick, as they weren't expecting Elite resistance.     Kamui gets hit by the alien from behind, but it seems the alien is just as surprised when he finds plastic and coolant instead of blood and bone. He has no time to react, however, as the blade slashes and the alien now stands about eight inches shorter, before the body falls over.     Tomoe beats the majority of them to the armory, dropping several on her way. Their crew wasn't even a full crew for a ship this size to begin with, so their numbers are already dwindling rapidly.     Finna's own attack knocks the whole group in front of her back into the wall with enough force to knock them all out cold, and put a fair sized dent in the wall in the process. Seems like she's cleared that section out entirely.     Between Finna and Kotone, it's left Johnny and the Shipmaster to duel it out. The large alien listens to Johnny's statement, and the challenge for the ship, and unleashes a deep laugh, before he lunges at Tallbranch with the energy sword, intent on driving the blade downwards into the smaller human's torso.     The commander feels Six clench her arm, and the blade cuts his neck enough to draw blood, "Okay okay!" He calls out, "Everybody drop your guns! We give up!"     Anyone who was still alive, upon seeing their commander in peril and his order to surrender, does just that, dropping weapons and putting their hands up. Seems the pirates on the ship, the few that weren't killed outright, are surrendering. 

:'''{{#var:661|Nemesis (661)}} has posed:''' Not one to believe anything where prisoners are concerned, Nemesis actually backs off as the grenades explode, proceeds to poke each grunt with her spear to ensure they're done, and then switches to her energy rifle to keep a bead on the commander that Noble Six just got to surrender. "Wise move, dustling," she growls, glancing at the rest of the survivors. 

:'''{{#var:32|Courier Six (32)}} has posed:'''     Johnny just smiles up at the Elite, the axe coming up to deflect the fatal blow into the decking, but not without a slashing cut across his arm sends blood across the room. There's a snap-BEEP from the Mark Two, and the suit closes over the wound with a sudden blast of Stimpack, sealing it up again. Johnny's eyes sparkle.     "Heya, sweetie." And then he drops the axe, letting it stick into the floor as he draws back his right arm into a straight punch. Only, there's something on that hand that wasn't there a moment ago.     It is a Power Fist. And it is locked and loaded as Johnny twists he whole body into a right cross aimed right for that segmented jaw. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     At first Finna looks about ready to go barging into the next room to knock the rest batch of whoever for a loop. Maybe by assaulting them from the ceiling to change things up a bit. But then surrender announcements start going around, so she dusts her hands off... and does a little twirly victory dance in front of Kotone! "See? Knocking them into the wall works wonders!" 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:'''     Gakupo only stops moving when he hears the voice of the commander telling his men to surrender. He had whirled about to deflect an attack from the Jackal that he had initially been fighting. However, that command should have the Jackal surrendering, if he's smart enough to listen to his commander. Gakupo still remains on-guard despite the command.     The wound in his back still sparks occasionally, and whenever it does he winces. But he holds position, waiting to see what the pirates will try to pull next, if anything. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Is moving with Kotone, she figures Johnny can handle it. Right? IShe changes on a head and stops them from evne making it to the armory. She's more focusing on take downs than lethal kills. After all she's just not that ruthless also there's always information, right? Someone might know something or be willing to talk too if you don't be too much of a bastard either way when all is said and done she's dusting her hands and debating looting the armory a bit! 

:'''{{#var:571|Alexis Maaka (571)}} has posed:'''     Alexis is surprised by how fast it takes for the pirates to be routed, as she only ceases combat the moment Six confirms the surrender is genuine. With a shrug, she boots one of the Jackals to the ground, racking her shotgun for dramatic effect. "You heard 'em, try anything and your brains will be painting the deck and bulkhead." She growls, leveing the weapon towards the Jackal's head. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Johnny's arm takes the hit and the shipmaster smirks. And that smirk is the last thing he does, as that blow comes in with the full force of Johnny's already substantial unarmed fighting talents, mixed with the force of the power fist. The ship's commander goes flying from the force of the blow, crashing into a wall and slumping to the ground. Well, he didn't /explode/, so he's probably still alive. Looks like Johnny just won the ship, as everyone else throws their weapons down in a heartbeat. Seems these pirates weren't as tough as they were made out to be. Probably why they were attacking unarmed ships.     Noble Six secures the commander's arms with a pair of plasteel zip ties, and takes him and anyone else who doesn't need medical attention to the makeshift brig in the other cargo hold. Those that are alive and wounded are treated by the Corpsman, and those that are dead have their bodies policed by the Marines.     Once Six has secured the prisoners, she makes her way back to the group, "Excellent work everyone. Good coordination and execution. That's one major threat to the UEG and the UNSC taken care of, and after ONI gets through with them, we should have a good indication of where their base of operations is. This isn't over with yet." 

:'''{{#var:661|Nemesis (661)}} has posed:'''     The spartan is treated to Nemesis' best impression of a human salute. Its not exactly a hard gesture to immitate. "I will try to keep myself available should you need to lash out at these mongrels again. I have a severe distaste for piracy and would enjoy assisting you further with this. If you need, I could pull in a favor or two if we need larger ships or back up, if required." 

:'''{{#var:32|Courier Six (32)}} has posed:'''     And Johnny, triumphant, stands, the arm that just right crossed the Elite now hanging limp at his side. "...Dangit, I'mma feel that in the morning." He growls, and unhooks the Power Fist, letting it vanish back wherever it is he puts things.     A sigh though, as he picks up the PIA with his good hand, deactivating the blade and slinging the staf over his shoulder.     Damn it feels good to be a marine. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Eventually Finna makes her way back to the right ship... and promptly LEAPS ON KAMUI'S SHOULDERS, grinning broadly for everyone to see. "Kinda messy, but that was a good workout! Looks like nobody got killed, too!" 

:'''{{#var:686|Gakupo Kamui (686)}} has posed:'''     Gakupo will help with the securing of prisoners and bringing of injured to places they can be cared for as best as he can. He does register Noble Six's warning, though. A nod, and he offers shortly after Nemesis does, "I'll help too, if there's anything I can do. I don't have a lot of resources to offer, but I can help in combat."     Suddenly he has a FINNA on his shoulders! "Ah! What--" He sees who it is, and chuckles. "Be careful, my back is open. You might get shocked." There's some bare current there from some exposed wires. Wouldn't kill her, but it wouldn't feel nice either! "I'm glad you're okay, though." He's glad everyone is OK, but only Finna is sitting on his shoulders. 

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1535/Encounter in the Hangars

2015-02-10T04:27:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' The Union's hangar bays are full of all manner of vehicle. Gundams and Jaegers stand the size of skyscrapers, towering over everything, airships and battleships galore. And of course there's plenty of room for smaller vehicles as well. One such garage has been taken over by the gargoyle known as Brooklyn, and at the moment there is a sporty looking black motorcycle up on a lift. This thing is definitely modified to fit it's rider, though. The main mechanic that works on it, the smaller green gargoyle, doesn't seem to be around at the moment. Probably off trying to figure out how to build his own Jaeger at this point. Brooklyn is under the bike, tweaking something with a wrench. He also appears to have a pair of headphones on, listening to some kinda music or something while he works. He prefers the big DJ style headphones with lots of bass, really helps to get him in the zone. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona has always been a more hands on sort of girl, so it's not a surprise it didn't take the foxgirl long to just start poking around the hangers again. The big robots were a bit out of her league, but there's plenty of vehicles and stuff to look at, peer over shoulders and bug various mechanics with questions about. This has always been how she learned, instead of reading books and that sort of thing. She's also really good at scrounging up the spare parts that other people don't think they can use anymore. Like the length of corrogated hose she was slung over one shoulder, a chunk of sheet metal tucked under the other arm, and the large wheel she's kicking along to roll in front of her. Until it wobbles off to the side, and before she can kick it again it rolls away and thuds against the side of Brooklyn's little work area. *THUMP* Corona gives it a nudge to roll it away from the wall again, then sticks her head inside. "Sorry 'bout thaaand boy ain't that a piece of work there!" 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' The thud against the wall actually manages to get Brooklyn's attention as he's able to hear it over the music. He pulls his headphones off and slides out from under the bike, looking at Corona as she pokes her head in, "Well hey there.." He says, as he leans against the lift holding up the bike, "You like it, huh? Totally custom made. Me and my rookery brother built it up from a frame." He's not the type to steal the spotlight from Lexington, since Lex did do most of the work, but he's still more than happy to show it off to the fox while Lex isn't here. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite lets out a low whistle. She gives the wheel a bump to knock it on its side so it won't roll off again, then sets her other things on top of it and ambles into the shop proper. "Custom made, eh? Looks like he knows his work." She wanders to the other side and hunchs down a bit for a look. "Doing some tunin' up then?" She hasn't even flinched at the fact that he's not human or anything really animal like. Or possibly hasn't really noticed yet. Considering there's a nice shiny machine sitting there to distract her. 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Oh just tweaking things here and there." Brooklyn says, "We just installed a nitro system on the bike. Should really give it a kick, but we have to be careful so it doesn't, you know, explode." He says, shrugging his wings a little bit, "You're that new arrival, right? Uh..Corona. I just saw your introduction video." He offers her one of his talons, "I'm Brooklyn. Resident defender of Manhattan. Well and anything else that needs to get defended." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' "Uuuh, yeah. Nitro kinda does that. Explode, I mean. Reason they use it in dynamite." Corona leans a little to the side to try and look farther down the bike. "Are ya usin' it just for combustion or trying to vent the blast out somewhere like a rocket? Cuz that's gonna need somewhere to go an.. huh? Oh!" The vixen quickly scrabbles back to her feet when she realizes he's going for introductions. "Ayup, that's me!" She grabs the offered talons in one gloved paw and gives it a hearty shake. "Loadstone's one an' main machinist, just checkin' out some of the other stuff folks are usin'." That's when she finally takes note of the wings folded at his back, though she's got to almost stand on her toes to peer over his shoulder. "Not to be nosey, but just what sorta critter are you?" 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "It's actually nitrous oxide. It's a gas that gets pumped into the engine alongside the normal air to create a bigger internal blast, which forces the engine to run faster. You don't see it on motorcycles too often 'cause they use smaller engines, but Lex figured out how to make it work." Brooklyn replies, as he shows her where the nitrous tank is installed on the back of the bike. To her second question, he grins a little bit, "I'm a gargoyle. We're kind of a rare species, I know. Even here in the Multiverse there don't seem to be a whole lot of us running around." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite lets go of the handshake to take a few steps to the side and get a better look at the wings. "Must be useful, wings. I gotta jump and climb to get up to most high places." Then she comes around from behind him to walk up on the other side of the motorcycle again. "So fer increasin' combustion then. Huh. Yeah. Can't ignite much of it at once in a small block like that." Tail curls at her heels as she squats down to get a closer look at the tank again. "Might wanna double-check yer chains and such if y'all haven't yet. Make sure they're gonna be able to take the additional strain from that increased output. Or the extra heat that baby's gonna be making." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "We actually replaced the chains with some high torque belts." Brooklyn replies, "Gives us increased performance even before the nitro system was added." He replies, "Less worry about them dropping or breaking during the increased torque created by the engine, too." Brooklyn pulls something out of his pocket, a little handheld device, and taps a couple of things on it, before he turns it towards Corona, "This is what the bike looked like when we first got it." He shows her the picture of what looks like a frame and a rusted out engine with a couple of rims, "Found it wrecked in a junkyard, figured nobody would miss it." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' "Folks underestimate what y'all can find in the scrap. One man's junk, another man's treasure and all that. Hell, I melt the depot's scrap myself and reforge it," Corona replies as she saunters over to take a look. Then back at the bike. Then at the pic again. "Hoo dowgie, you'd never think it's the same thing now..... neat little pictobox there too." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Yeah these things are pretty awesome." Brooklyn says, as he puts the handheld back in his pocket, "Lex took existing designed and made them work with, well.." He holds one of his talons up, "Not exactly designed for regular human phones. Plus we had to figure out a way to access the cell network since we can't just walk into a store and buy a phone." He laughs a bit, "Though we do have Elisa to go buy us stuff...Well normally." He shakes his head, "She's been missing for a while, but I figure she's with Goliath and Bronx so she's fine." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' "Hey, look at the bright side." Corona holds up one of her paws with the heavy leather work gloves that have been reinforced with protective panels across the backs and metal capped fingertips. "Don't gotta wear these just for protection. Or to smack someone. Lotta folks need a good wompin' to keep 'em in line." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Oh trust me, I know a thing or two about wompin' people to keep 'em in line.." He says, "You'd think after a thousand years frozen in stone we'd get a vacation but no sooner did me and my clan wake up then it was right back into the fire." He shakes his head, "Though the Multiverse opens up a lot of opporitunities for me. I'm trying to take advantage of the ones I can." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' "Sad but true fact... 'bout pretty much anywhere. Always folks like that. Tryin' to take advantage of the decent folk. Of course, if a smack to the face ain't 'nuff..." Corona trails the comment off with a snicker as she grabs the handle sticking out of the sling across the back of her belts and yanks it out. She flips it over her hand to grab the action and let the momentum snap it forward to cock the lever, letting it linger there just long enough for it to be seen that it resembles a sawed off shotgun of some sort. Then snaps it back and flips it again to properly grab it. At the same time she stomps her foot down on a piece of scrap lying on the floor to flip it into the air over her head, point the gun and pull the trigger. Instantly it's audible that the weapon makes a hum more like a small generator than a loading breech, and then a short burst of greenish-blue energy crackles out of the barrel. The plasma scattershot shatters the plate into a dozen small smoldering pieces clattering to the floor as Corona blows the vapors off the barrel, then twirls it backwards twice to rest it against her shoulder with the saftey back on. "Fo'get diamonds, shotgun's a gal's best friend on the frontier." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' The gargoyle looks very impressed at the weapon's impact on that scrap metal, as he looks at what remains of it when it hits the ground, "I've seen energy weapons before but nothing like that. Most of the ones that Xanatos makes fire a concentrated beam. That was definitely something spectacular." He whistles a bit as he looks over the rest of her get up, "Not really much for weapons myself, but you know, when you're stronger and faster than most people, you don't really need 'em." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, that's kinda the thing." Corona lowers the sawed-off to her side and levers it open so Brooklyn can see what would normally be the ammo load is actually a tiny generator with a crystal in the center. "Pulsarium's high ionized output makes makin' stuff like plasma easy. But plasma don't look goin' in a straight line unless it's got somethin' holding it together. So she may pack a whallop, but the range is limited. Sorta." A jerk of the wrist clicks the weapon back shut. "Farther away ya can hit more targets, but it don't hurt as much." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "I bet Lex would love to take a look at that thing." Brooklyn says, "He's always been the techie of our group. Loves figuring out how tech works and putting stuff together on his own. He's adapted to it all really well. I think I've done a good job of adjusting too." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite reachs back to slide the sawed-off back into its sling. "Sounds like, circumstances aside, he'd make a fine engineer. Less discoverin', more finding the ways to make what other folk discover -usable-." Corona gives her head a bit of a shake. "Ya have no idea how often I gotta explain that difference to folk. I ain't no damn scientist!" 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, he'd take that as a compliment, trust me...There was the time he got the Pack's helicopter up and running /and/ made it laser proof, something they hadn't even managed to do." He opens his wings for a second, "Helicopter's are useful for us because we can't actually fly, just glide. We just get pretty good at gliding on air currents, and there's a lot around New York." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite whistles. "Don't use aerocraft much on Brimsteel because the windstorms and ash clouds get too thick for 'em. Clog up the engines somethin' fierce. There is an ol' prop plane frame sittin in the scrap yard, but ain't found an engine workin that don't choke yet." She reachs over to give one of the wings a tug, spreading it open a bit. "But there's plenty of heat thermals from the volcanic activity. Y'all would probably be able to glide hither and yond no problem in the badlands." Corona hmms, then tugs the wing a little more out. You know, a glider wouldn't be a bad idea though... 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' He doesn't seem to have a problem with her tugging his wings to take a close look at them, "You know maybe you could improve the frame with some multiversal tech? Just thinking out loud but I bet there's something you could find that wouldn't choke out in the ash clouds.." Though if she's thinking glider that could be doable, "Do you have any kind of rockets or something you could use to get it off the ground? You know, launch it with solid rockets and let it glide on thermals once it's in the air.." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite gives a hoot as she slaps Brooklyn's shoulder. "That's a great idea!" She may not be extremely strong but she's got a good hearty swat at least. "Wouldn't have to be a big rocket, either. Just enough to off set the weight of the user.. and I ain't all that heavy." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "How much weight are you thinking with the frame and you? Any kind of weapons on it? Or would you just use it for recon?" He asks, "Xanatos may be a heartless bastard, but he has some of the best tech. He uses these thruster packs on his gargoyle robots to make them fly." He motions to his back with a hand, "It could be something similar to that." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite gives Brooklyn a mock hurt look. "Doncha know to never ask a lady her weight?" Then pulls a small sketch pad out of a pocket of her vest and flips it open a few pages. Scribbling follows. "Thinkin' mainly just for getting off the walls or a movin' train quickly. Keep it light and the frame could fold much like yer wings do, hide it in a backpack or somethin'." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' Brooklyn laughs a little bit at her comment, and then he turns around so she can get a look at the back of his wings, "Put it on some kind of deployable rig so it can fold out when you tell it to? I think something like that could be really useful...Better than storing a hang glider around everywhere you're going to be." He hmms, and spreads his wings out to full width so she can get the full picture of their size, "Well either way I bet I weigh more than you do so you probably wouldn't even need to make them this size." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite takes a hop back as the wings spread out to keep from getting smacked with them. "Oh yeah, you'd have no trouble glidin' the hot winds with those." She grabs her goggles from around her neck and pulls them up over her eyes. "Just hold still a moment." She rotates the rim around the lenses, which as it turns out actually has two small telescoping lenses instead of one, allowing them to function like a microscope. "I wanna get a good look at the apex joint." Chuckles a bit as she leans close to look, then scribbles out a simple diagram on her pad. "Ya'd be surprised how often the stuff they make machines do actually mimics the way real livin' things move." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Not a bad idea." Brooklyn replies, "I mean if evolution figured out how to do it, no reason to not mimic something that's already been proven to work artificially.." He says, though this makes him think of the steel clan, "Well as long as you don't intend to replace the originals with the artificial versions." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite pfffts as she tucks the notepad back in her vest pocket. "Ya don't replace something that ain't broken!... Make it better, sure. But no need to ditch the original." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Hey you'll never hear a complaint from me about making something better." Brooklyn says, as he motions to the bike, "Plus I've gone out of my way to make sure I adapt to the human world as well as I can. New clothes, new hairstyle...Figure I'd be better off if humans found out about us if I could already be on their same level." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite pulls the goggles off and lets them hang down around her neck again. "Noooot quite ready for changin' duds. I'm dressed the way I am fer a reason." She picks her stetson off by the brim and smacks it on the workbench. Except instead of crumpling like a normal cloth or leather one would, it emits a dull ring from the safety shielding. "And since I'm gonna be doin' the same sort of work." The hat is properly returned to her head and straightened out. 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "I gotcha. Well, gotta dress for the job, I suppose." He says, with a grin, "With the environment you're in, I suppose it makes a lot of sense to dress like you do...For me, I suppose I live in a city, and the vest.." He taps a talon on it, "Helps stop bullets and lasers. Trust me, that's extremely useful." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite grabs the edge of her vest and holds it open. There's a few strips of material affixed to the inside, though a bit of a gap between seams to keep it flexible. "Oh don't I know it. Just gotta improvise a bit, kevlar's too dang expensive for a frontier pay." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Understandable." Brooklyn replies, "Elisa's a cop, though, and she got me this vest from the Emergency Service Unit. It's basically a group of cops who are trained to deal with situations normal cops aren't trained to deal with. Kinda like me and my clan, when you think about it. We're trained and better equipped to handle a lot of the stuff that New York isn't prepared to deal with." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' "Same here, when ya think about it. Defendin' important things so other folk don't gotta fret themselves over being safe fer the night." Corona wanders back to the front of the shop, picking up the length of hose and stuff she had been carrying before. "Just can't count on the Rangers bein' nearby every time someone decides to try an' take the Depot out." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Same thing...New York has a lot of cops, but they're spread a lot thinner during the nights when me and my clan are active. Makes our jobs even more important." He grins, "You should come check out Manhattan sometime. I think you'd like it." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite steps on the edge of the panel to lever it up and grab the other end with her hand. "Only if ya do the same sometime. Hehehe. Spook the seven hells outta some longhorn rustlers, that'd be a hoot and a half." The panel is tucked under her arm. Eyes the big wheel still lying on the floor. "Bah, shouldn't found a spot to just stash stuff instead of carryin' it around all day." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "You could store it here if you want. We've got plenty of extra space and it'd give you a good reason to come visit again." He says, with a faint smile, "Especially if you're gonna be doing this often. Though I will warn you there's a good chance that that Lexington might build a robot out of your scraps while they're here." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite laughs a bit. "Only if he don't mind me takin' it apart again to see how!" She gives the wheel a shove with her foot to push it off to the side. "Or use it to carry junk around. Robot would be good for that too. Certain electronics don't react well to the ionic wave pulsarium gives off though, he'd better be careful or it might just blow up on 'im." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "I'll make sure to warn him." Brooklyn response, with a laugh, "Though it wouldn't be the first time something had blown up in his face." He hmms a little bit, "I'll make sure to keep my eyes open for anything you might be able to use, too." He adds, motioning to the side where she's putting her stuff, "Though I'd warn you not to store any food. My other rookery brother, Broadway, would make short work of it." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite tosses the other things back on top of it. Then turns around to sit on the edge of the wheel and lean back against the pile. "... Right, leave the kibbles and booze at home. Bad enough watchin' greenhorns try to ride a mechahorse drunk, don't wanna see what one of yer brothers tryin' to FLY drunk looks like." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Huh, definitely never seen that happen." Brooklyn replies, as he considers it for a few, and he ends up laughing at the thought, "That would be hillarious though. I might do it if I can make sure they'll be safe in the end.." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' "Somewhere away from buildin's to crash into. Or birds. Or other flyin' stuff." As she musing Corona opens one of the pouchs on her belt and pulls out a small flask. "Don't worry, this is just cactus juice. Ain't fermented enough to be the hard stuff." But being in a flask at least makes it look authentic as she uncaps it and takes a few gulps. The pulls up the end of her bandana to wipe her mouth off afterwards. "Water isn't always easy to come by outside of hotsprings and oasis, so ya learn to find other things to quench yer thirst." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Survival is important, especially in a harsh environment like that." Brooklyn says, as he grins, "I am pretty excited to check your world out...If you need help, give me a hollar. I'm always down to helping out the Union whenever I can." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite tucks the flask back in its pouch and buttons it shut. "Sure you'll get your chance soon 'nuff. Especially once the new railway is finished and the warpgate will be used for shippin' stuff back and forth. Between the bandits and the Confederwhatever ya call em, things might be getting right busy." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Well I'll definitely be there." Brooklyn says, "As long as it's not daylight back home at least." He says, "My species, we...Well, we turn to stone during the day. But only when it's day back home.." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite scrunches her nose a little. "That's gotta be a pain in the tail. Wanna do something, nope, gotta be stone. Not the -weirdest- thing I've herd though." She stretchs a bit, and then hops up off her seat. "That bein' said, I should probably mosey home and make sure they ain't broke nuttin' important. It's been quiet with the rail laying.... almost too quiet." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Yeah..I know what you mean about that.." Brooklyn says, "I hate when it's that quiet. I'd rather know what my enemies are up to." He says, as he hrms a little bit, "Head on outta here. Just lemme know when the rail's finished so I can come on down." 

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1429/Winter Nights In New York

2015-01-28T19:59:26Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:'''     Night time in Manhattan. A snow storm has rolled through the city and snow covers the ground. The plows have been working overtime and the city is returning to normal despite the snow. The gargoyles do particularly like this time of year. More snow means less crime, which means more time to do things they like to do. Right now Brooklyn himself is actually perched on a rooftop with his phone in his talons. Lexington designed these things to be able to withstand gargoyle talons, and he seems to be playing a video game while listening to the (by New York standards), quiet night. The cold doesn't seem to bother him much, because he hasn't bundled up or anything.     Despite his gameplay, he is trying to keep his ears open for anything out of the ordinary. Muggings do still happen, particularly on this stretch of road. He stopped one here just the night before as the snow started to fall, and he wonders if those crooks would be dumb enough to try it again. Best way to prevent it is to be ready. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      As he plays his game, Brooklyn's sharp ears might pick up a shrill shriek of 'Hey! My purse!!' Probably not an uncommon cry in this city.      What follows after, though, might be unusual. Just after enough time for the offender to yank the purse and run, there is what sounds like an explosion down below, followed soon after by another and another. If the man is still running, he is likely fleeing for his life by now! 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:'''     'Hey my purse!' is a standard cry for help in this town and it always prompts Brooklyn into action. He jumps up onto the edge of the roof and that's when the first explosion happens. Explosions are not a normal thing...Well not as normal as purse snatchers at least.     He folds his wings up and dives off of the roof, trying to get down there where the explosions are coming from. Something like that is a major issue, explosions in his city are not something to be ignored. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      When Brooklyn gets down to ground level on the correct street, he would see...probably the strangest sight this town has ever seen. Or at least up there. The criminal in his black ski mask is running as fast as he can down the road, through alleys, across parking lots, trying to get away. And behind him is...a woman. Carrying a hammer as big as she is. She is wearing a long dress, but that doesn't seem to be slowing her down, and she is wearing a thick, fur-trimmed jacket for warmth in the winter weather. And, there appears to be a crown on her head.      As she chases the frantically fleeing criminal, she swings her hammer. Each time is a miss, but each time it hits the ground it creates a crater several feet wide. "GET BACK HERE, YOU BARBARIAN! THAT PURSE IS MINE! IF YOU DON'T GIVE IT BACK, I'M GOING TO CRUSH YOU!" Needless to say, the criminal is not going to stop, but he is either to frantic or too intent on the payoff from stealing from someone with a crown to just drop the purse. 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:'''     At the rate this is going, Brooklyn might need to save the robber himself instead of the person being robbed. The gargoyle swoops down over the scene, peering at the hammer wielding woman for a moment, before he dives at the thief. The idea is to grab the guy in his talons and haul him up into the air, away from the crazy woman, as well as getting the purse back. Plus if he saves this guy's life, well that's a bonus. Maybe this'll teach him to stop robbing people.     Brooklyn will deposit the man on a rooftop nearby and then swoop back down, purse in hand, to try to calm the woman before she does any more damage. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      When Brooklyn swoops down, the woman's eyes widen. When the man is carried off, she screams out, "HEY! BRING HIM BACK! I HAVEN'T HAMMERED HIM YET!!" She disappears from sight as Brooklyn flies up to the rooftop, still yelling after the gargoyle.      When he starts back down, he might be surprised to see that the woman is flying upward at him! And she has apparently changed her clothes. She is now in a full body animal suit. If Brooklyn has seen a raccoon, it looks much like that. Pointed ears, striped tail, brown fur, except her face is where the raccoon's face would be. And she still seems pretty angry.      When she gets in range of Brooklyn, she would call out. "Hey! My purse! Give it back or get smashed!" 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:'''     "Whoa whoa, easy!" Brooklyn calls out, as he holds the purse out in one of his hands, "I was trying to get it back from this guy. It's your's, trust me, I don't want it." That's probably going to get interpreted incorrectly, but he doesn't think about it as he says it.     "Listen you can't just go around smashing guys. Yeah that dude probably deserves to get punched in the face a few times, but that hammer of your's might have killed him." Brooklyn is still pretty concerned about anybody getting killed in his town, particularly from someone who he suspects is from somewhere in the Multiverse. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      The woman looks like she is about to say something about him not wanting her purse, but his second sentence brings her to a stop. "...but...none of the other people I smash die." she says. Once she stops moving forward though...she just starts to plummet. "Aaaaah!" 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:'''     People usually die when you hit them with a hammer, or so Brooklyn would think. He'd probably say something to that effect, but he never gets the chance. She starts falling, and Brooklyn dives down after her.     What is it with people in his world and falling off of buildings? The red gargoyle swoops down under her to try to grab her before she can turn herself into street pizza, "Don't worry, I gotcha!" He calls out, as he tries to grab her in his arms and bring her back to a solid surface, probably a nearby rooftop. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      The woman is caught easily by the gargoyle, and quickly wraps an arm around his neck as he carriers her. Once they are safely on the rooftop, she looks up at him, still in his arms. "Hey...you saved me." she says, her eyes gaining a particular sparkle as a light blush tints her cheeks. She wraps both arms around Brooklyn's neck, then giggles. "Well, I guess I can't be choosey about who my hero is." she says, a dreamy look on her face. Until, she remembers he also saved the criminal. She blinks, then hmphs and hops out of his arms. "Hey! You saved that criminal, too!" she says, resting her hammer over her shoulder and crossing her arms over her chest. "Are you a good guy or a bad guy?" 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:'''     He blinks a few times at her reaction, and then she hops out of his arms, "Well, I didn't understand the situation that was going on at the time." Brooklyn says, responding to her comment about saving the criminal, "And I'd like to think I'm a good guy. My job is to protect this city, and I'd say I do it pretty well." He glances back at the roof where he left the crook, "Besides, I think that guy learned his lesson. Or at least he will learn it if he figures out how to get down from that roof."     He turns to look back at her, "So what brings you to town, anyway? Especialy this late at night.." Taking in her look, and ignoring the hammer for a second, "Trying to find a show on Broadway?" 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia looks Brooklyn over as he speaks, then hmphs softly. "Broadway? What's that?" she asks, then smirks lightly. "No, I came here because I heard that this city has wonderful shops which are open at all hours. So, I was going to do some shopping. But, that hooligan stole my purse before I made it to my first shop!" She huffs in annoyance, then hmms.      "You...what are you? You do not look human. Are you some sort of magical guardian?" the woman asks. The tail of her suit flicks lightly, then continues to sway and twitch as if it has a mind of its own, much like a cat's tail. Which is interesting, considering she did not wear this outfit into the city. 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:'''     "Not magical...But I am a gargoyle. My name is Brooklyn." He hrms, "So what's with the getup? That wasn't what you were wearing when I saw that guy getting chased by you...And it lets you fly?" He asks, "I mean otherwise you couldn't have gotten up here to begin with, right?" He asks, "Uh right, Broadway is a place where they have lots of theaters that put on shows and such. Most folks get dressed up for them." 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia seems confused by the question about her costume. "What do you mean? There was no other way to fly after you, and I didn't know a monstrous creature like you would actually come back and give my purse back." she says. She doesn't sound like she thinks him creepy or disgusting or scary, just like she is stating a fact. He is what most people would consider a monster. "So, yes. This outfit allows me to fly. It is called a Tanuki suit. In my world, there are many such items that bestow powers on the person who uses them."      She considers a moment, then reaches into her purse and ruffles around a bit before pulling out...a fire flower! It is a cute little flower with eyes in the center of its steadily color-shifting petals. Those petals shift between colors of a typical fire: red, orange, and yellow. "Here, catch!" She throws it at Brooklyn. If he catches it, it would disappear in a burst of sparkles which would settle on his body before changing his clothing's color-scheme to match the three colors of the petals with white accents. 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:'''     Catching the fireflower, Brooklyn is surprised when it suddenly vanishes, and his gear changes colors, taking on the reds and oranges and whites of the flower. He's a bit shocked, "Whoa...That was kinda weird.." He says, as he looks at his gear, "But still cool...What did that do?"     "I feel kinda funny..But not in a bad way." He says, as he holds out one of his talons. He definitely feels more powerful already, "So your world has this kinda stuff and people can just get a hold of it whenever they want?" 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      After a moment Brooklyn would realize he knows what the flower did. It gave him the power to cast fireballs simply by thrusting his hand forward! And he also knows that the fireball will bounce off of inanimate objects until it hits an animate one or gets about 50 feet from him. In either case, it explodes in a burst of fiery destruction.      "Yep. My kingdom actually manufactures such items and ships them out to whoever wishes to purchase them. The only weakness is that if you are hit too hard, the item will pop. So, if you are a good fighter, the item can last a long time. If you are not...you might only get a few shots out of it. The same is true for the outfit I am wearing." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Awesome." Brooklyn says, as he tosses a fireball up into the air, so he won't hit anything or anyone, and the explosion won't do any real damage, "I might have to see about ordering some of these...This is really cool.." He says, as he tests it by firing a second one. "I didn't get your name though, sorry. It was rude of me to try to talk business without even finding out who I'd be buying these from.." 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      The fireball tossed up into the air goes up several feet, then falls back toward Brooklyn. As does the second. But both are hit by the woman's hammer before the impact. "Be careful with those!" she says, giggling. "You are supposed to fire them horizontally. They are affected by gravity, but they just keep bouncing until they hit something." Speaking of hitting, the two fireballs went flying off into the distance where they exploded harmlessly above a building. "They only bounce a couple of feet up even if you dropped one from the top of this building. It is rather curious. But, they are quite dangerous."      Sarracenia blinks as Brooklyn mentions that they haven't been introduced. "Oh! You are right! You have not been honored with my name yet!" She gives a cute twirl, which is probably cuter when she is in her dress, then gives a wink as she ends up with one hand on her hip and the other held out as if expecting a kiss on it. "I am Princess Sarracenia Sundew, Crowned Princess of the Sundew Kingdom." She giggles just a bit, then smiles. "And you are?" 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "My name's Brooklyn." He replies, as he makes sure to not shoot off any more fireballs, "I'll make sure to be careful with it when I do launch any more...Does it have any kind of time limit on it or anything?" He asks, as he moves towards the edge of the building for a moment, "Also while I'm thinking about it, if you do want to go shopping, I'd recommend you change back to your other outfit. Don't take this the wrong way, but people would look at you kinda weird in that getup...They'd look a lot weirder at me, though. If they didn't just run away." 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      "Brooklyn? Is that not a section of this town?" the princess asks, then looks at her outfit before at Brooklyn's. "They have no time-limit, but if you get tired of it for some reason you can consciously remove it. Just hold out your hand and imagine your powers going back to their item form, and it will happen." she says. She holds out her hand to demonstrate. The outfit she is wearing shimmers, then disappears and in her hand forms a small item that looks like a mix between a bear and a raccoon. "And, there you go. You can reuse the item so long as it is not destroyed in battle or by being replaced by another item."      She looks over the edge of the building, then at Brooklyn. "Do you know any good shops in this town? Clothing or costume shops?" 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Yeah it's part of the town too." He responds, as he nods. He opts to not get rid of it yet, but might just hold onto it for now, "Well I'm not much for shopping...But you would be thinking of 5th Avenue, if you want clothes shops. Nothing but the most expensive clothes and accessories in the city there." He grins a little bit, "As far as costume shops, there's a couple in the northern part of town that are open all year, but a lot of places only open up for Halloween." 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia nods at Brooklyn's suggestions, then headtilts. "So...people run from you? Why? You are not scary. Actually, you are a bit goofy looking. Are the people of this world easily scared?" she says, smiling. Apparently she doesn't think he should be insulted by being called goofy looking. "How do you do your shopping if people are scared of you? Are they just repulsed, or do they actually flee?" she asks as she slips that tanuki item back into her purse. Then...she slips that gigantic hammer into her purse. And the purse doesn't stretch or rip or show any signs of distress. 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Most people tend to scream monster and run away. Or throw stuff at us, I suppose." He says, watching as she slips that thing into her purse, "You know if you had stuff like that flower and that in the purse, I can see why you didn't want someone to get away with it." He chuckles a bit, "We have some friends who can still go shopping for us. Plus with the Multiverse now, we've got ways to get out and get supplies." 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia hmphs, crossing her arms over her chest. "These people are really sheltered if you are scary to them. I guess none of the really scary things of the Multiverse have made it here." she says. At the comment about her purse, she nods. "Exactly. And just think how bad it would have been for this city. There are not just tools like the ones I've showed you. I keep a large supply of explosives in there, too. You never know when some monster or elite will descend on you."      She seats herself on the edge of the roof and looks up at the stars. "Are you the only gargoyle who can come to life? I mean, there are lots of gargoyles, even in my world, but they are all just carved from stone." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Oh...Well I mean, I didn't come to life, like that.." He says, "I was born like this, but there's others, my clan protects New York..I don't know if there's any others besides us, though.." He thinks he shouldn't give too many details. Gargoyles are naturally secretive. Too many times they've trusted the wrong people and it's backfired. "Most of them are still stone, though." He says, as he grins, "We try to do our best to keep the city safe, but with the Multiverse there's so much more area to cover.." 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia nods. "Yes, the Multiverse is huge. It is impossible to protect against everything. But, luckily, most threats stay on their own worlds." she says as she watches the stars. "So...you are protectors." She glances over at Brooklyn. "Heroes..." she adds, then her smile turns just a bit suggestive. "Do you save people often? Even in this multiverse, I have found very few who would actually risk themselves for a princess, much less a random stranger." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Well we try to." He says, "It's what Gargoyles have always done. We're guardians, we have always been and always will be." He hrms, "We used to have a princess we protected at the castle...When we still had a castle to protect." He hmmms a little bit, "I'm curious what you do in the multiverse. Other than being a princess, of course. That one's kinda obvious." 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia ooohs at the prospect of castle protectors. "I see." she says, then hmms. "What do I do...well, I do whatever I want, really. Although my main goal is to find my hero so we can live happily ever after, besides the occassional kidnapping by a tyrant koopa or other such powerful enemy who wishes to make me his queen." she says, as if that is a perfectly normal dream for any princess.      "Other than that I spend my time shopping or exploring, anything to keep from having to return to my humid jungle home. It is so dreary!" she adds, huffing at the end. "And there are so many deadly creatures! We have no tourism at all. No one wants to visit my kingdom. And no one has ever tried to kidnap me! All the other princesses get kidnapped, but not me!" She actually seems upset by this, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' Okay, that's somewhat worrying, he would admit. Someone who wants to get kidnapped? That's sorta odd, but he'll roll with it for now, "So you want to get kidnapped? So someone can rescue you?" He asks, just making sure he's not misunderstanding her statement. "I guess you couldn't just hire someone to kidnap you.." He says, "And then someone to come rescue you.." 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia nods in the affirmative at Brooklyn's questions, then hmphs indignatly at the very idea of hiring kidnappers and heroes. "Well, I could hire someone to kidnap me...but I cannot hire a hero. That defeats the entire purpose! My hero must be a selfless individual who saves me simply because it is the right thing to do, or because I am just so beautiful that he or she or it must save me. We cannot fall in love properly if I am saved because I paid someone to save me!" she says, turning away with arms folded over her chest and head turned up in a haughty fashion. 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Hey I didn't mean any offense by it." Brooklyn says, "Just trying to offer suggestions, is all. So have you gotten kidnapped and nobody came to rescue you? Or have you not even gotten kidnapped?" He's just trying to be friendly at this point, after all. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      The princess's head lowers, as do her arms. "...no one has ever wanted to kidnap me, much less save me..." she says softly. "Even the big lizard creatures who call my world home and have made a living out of kidnapping princesses have never attempted to kidnap me." She sighs heavily, sounding like this is a very sensitive issue. "Am I not pretty? Why is it that Peach and Daisy have been kidnapped multiple times and had their heroes save them, but I have not?"      She turns her head just enough that she can look at Brooklyn over her shoulder. "...is there something wrong with me?" 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "I don't think so." Brooklyn says, "I mean I'm probably not the best judge of human prettyness, but I can definitely say that you're not bad looking." He cosiders for a moment, rubbing the underside of his beak. "Maybe you're just going about it the wrong way...Usually when people kidnap someone it's to get something they want, not just to get the person...Maybe you just need to have something somebody wants? Like what would someone ransom you for, if they kidnapped you? Money? Land?" He really wants to help, as odd as the request is. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia seems to perk up again as Brooklyn says that. "Well, I suppose I should be flattered if even a gargoyle thinks I am pretty." she says, then turns back toward him. "Hmm...I suppose that would make sense, but...I never heard of Bowser or Tatanga making any such demands of the kingdoms they kidnapped from. It was only because the princesses were so lovely that those creatures wished to make queens of them."      The princess starts pacing the roof, pondering this issue. "...my family is already very rich, and we deal in items that are considered arms on my world. Not to mention our airships. If there were anyone who wished for money, they would have little reason not to kidnap me. So..." Her face falls again. "...what is it?" Her fists clench. "Why does no one want a princess as amazing as me?!" 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "I can't say I know." He says, though she seems to be getting kind aagitated. He thinks he should defuse the situation a bit, "I'm sure in time somebody will give you what you want, getting kidnapped and getting rescued. Sometimes it just takes paitience." He's not sure if that's the right way to put it, but he's going to try just the same, "This is just a thought, but why don't you put out an anonymous request to the Syndicate for someone to kidnap you and make a big deal about it. Once they make a big deal about it, someone's sure to come save you because that's what heroes do." 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia shakes her head. "I do not wish to be quite that obvious about it. The hero must believe he has found a true princess in distress." she says, then smiles softly. "But, it is kind of you to suggest solutions. Many people simply call me insane and tell me to go away. Why is it so insane to wish to find my hero?" she says, then stretches her arms over her head. "So...what do you do when you are not protecting the city? Or, I suppose I should say when you are not actually rescuing someone." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Well, I guess I do like playing video games." Brooklyn replies, "And ridning my motorcycle. That's a huge blast." He says, with a grin, "I should probably get going though.." He says, as he glances at the time. The sun'll be up soon and the last thing he wants to do is give away to this lady that he turns to stone in the daytime, "Trust me, if you're patient, you'll get your hero to save you. Count on it." He says, offering her a wave, before he mounts the roof's edge and takes off. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia ooohs at the mention of a motorcycle. "Motorcycles are so rugged..." she says, hands held in front of her in a motion close to a swoon. As he says he has to leave, the princess's face turns pouty a moment before she smiles again. "Yes, I have duties to which I must attend. It was nice talking with you, Brooklyn." she says as he heads for the edge of the roof. As he takes to the skies, she reaches into her purse and shuffles around inside it before pulling out a flare gun. She fires a flare into the air, and a small airship, about the size of a fighter craft, soon appears. She hops aboard, and the airship flies off toward the nearest warp gate.      "Be patient...hmm...that is not one of my strong suits." the princess muses to herself as her airship flies away. She watches Brooklyn until he is gone from sight. Which doesn't take long in the darkness. 

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1310/Monsters in Manhattan

2015-01-11T05:18:44Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:'''     The city of New York is always full of activity at all times of the day. Manhattan is no exception to that. It is rapidly approaching dusk in the Big Apple, and most folks are heading about on their usual evening excusions. Snow has been falling, and a layer of it coats the sidewalks and the buildings.     It's only going to get colder as night sets in, so a lot of people are trying to get off of the streets and into their nice warm condos and apartments. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     The cold never really seemed to bother Rhapsody. Despite the fact that somewhere under those whitened scales she was actually a red dragon, it always struck her kin as strange that she could stand the cold. Tonight was no exception, however, she did have her longer coat on, hood up, tail curled around her midsection, as she walked down the city streets. Even her boots weren't showing her claws tonight. She was being mindful of a very new world and making sure she didn't set off any worries to the people that belonged in it. Gargoyles, the news said. That was a new one.. 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     Ryan was walking near Rhapsody. His hair was blue, which was weird, but he wasn't THAT weird on a modern Earth. He didn't bring his weapons today, though, because he didn't want to cause an uproar if the local laws were a little strict on that matter. His boots thump against the ground as he follows the Guildmaster's path, looking around. The city environment seems to be something he's pretty comfortable with, his gait and posture relaxed and the soft smile on his face seeming more natural. 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:'''     As the sun finally set over the horizon, the city plunged into darkness. There's lots of street lights and store lighting, so it's not dark, but up above the streets on the side of one of the buildings, one of the snow covered statues begins to crack, before the stone bursts off of it, leaving Brooklyn to roar into the cold night.     Almost instantly he shakes his head to get some excess snow off of himself, and shivers, "Cold night tonight." He mutters to himself. Taking a few moments to glance back towards the clocktower...He had told the others that he would be gone a couple of days. Following up on rumors, he knew he might not make it back to the tower. He also knew they'd come looking for him if he didn't check in. Thankfully this isn't the mid-90s. Reaching into one of his pockets, he pulls out a small device, and very carefully taps something into it with a claw. There, done checking in. Tucking the phone away, he moves to the edge of the building to peer out to the streets below.     The streets below that contain Ryu and Rhapsody and three men dressed in leather jackets and carrying what look to be improvised melee weapons, "Hey." One of them says, as he blocks their path, "You two look like you're new in town. There's, eh...A tourist tax." The second one maneuvers around behind and to the left of Ryu, "Yeah, tourist tax. Makes sure folks like you stay safe in this neighborhood, know what I'm sayin'?" 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' Well isn't this just like NYC? Go out at night, go down the wrong street, and a wonderful welcoming comitee shows up to make sure you pay your taxes. "Fellas, I come from a city a lot bigger than this one. Step aside," the guildmaster says, rather instistant, and with a firm tone. She doesn't tug down that hood, at least not yet. "You won't like what you find if you press..." 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     Ryan did not seem impressed when a band of mooks surrounded him and the guildmaster. His brows lifted, but it was mostly in surprise, and their intimidation did nothing to that soft smile of his. Their words got him to follow that one around him. And he barks a humorless laugh. "Yeah, okay. Tourists. Sure." He sets his stance, prepared for a fight... but restrains himself because Rhapsody is allowing for the possibility of nonviolence.     Ryan is set up so that he can deflect one of their attacks already, prepared for the fight he feels is inevitable. "Let's just forget about all this, alright? She's right, it's best you all run along." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:'''     "Another night, another mugging.." Brooklyn growls faintly as he spots the trio surrounding the two. He jumps off of the roof top, and dives down, opening his wings and swooping around. The gathered group might hear his wings open and fill with air a few moments before the guy behind Ryu is lifted off of his feet and deposited squarely inside of a dumpster in the alleyway that the crooks came out of.     Brooklyn lands next to the dumpster and slams the lid closed, eyes glowing white as he glares at the two remaining muggers, "You boys picked a bad night for this." The two guys look back at Rhapsody and Ryu and then at Brooklyn, "It's a damn monster, get it!" "Get it? You freakin' get it, I'm outta here!" The second guy says, dropping his pipe and taking off running. The first guy is shocked as his buddy runs, but then rushes towards Brooklyn anyway.     The gargoyle doesn't seem impressed, as he reaches over to open the dumpster back up, and sweeps around with his tail to knock the guy off his feet, sending him up into the air, before Brooklyn shoves him down into the dumpster, on top of his friend, and slams the lid closed again.     With them taken care of, he rests his hands on the lid for a few moments, before glancing over his shoulder at Ryu and Rhapsody, "And here's the part where they run." He mutters to himself, expecting the usual thanks he gets. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     "Prepare to be surprised,". Truth be told, Rhapsody was about to pull her hood down just to scare the mooks off. When Brooklyn suddenly drops in and cleans up things? Well. That confirms the news story about 'monsters' and gargoyles in this version of New York City. With the pair in the dumpster, the Guildmaster has a look around, slips into the alley way herself, and only then does she tug that hood down. "Usually I'm the one that gets to say that line when I leave home," she says, smiling. "Thanks for the hand." 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' Then a moment later, realizing the question may come up very shortly, "Dragon. Not gargoyle." 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     Ryan is shocked when the hapless baddy is ripped up off the ground and thrown into a dumpster, barely able to keep track of what just happened. The exchange between the gargoyle and the thug that doesn't run away makes his mouth hang open a bit... and then close when the thug is sent into the dumpster with his pal. The soldier-dressed young man lets his soft smile return as he looks at Brooklyn... and it just stays a smile, because something like that doesn't really scare him.     He approaches after Rhapsody does, and says, "Also a dragon," raising one gloved hand, "It varies." His eyes seem pretty dragon-like. "Name's Ryan. Thanks for the help. We could've handled it, but it's good that we didn't have to." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' The fact that the two of them haven't already run down the street screaming monster is a good sign. Brooklyn turns to face them when Rhapsody pulls her hood down. He was actually just about to ask, but she clarifies before he can. For a brief moment he almost looks disappointed, but if he is he quickly pushes that feeling away, "So you're both dragons? What are you doing walking around the streets of Manhattan?" He asks, as he looks both of them over, "Also...I always expected dragons to be...Well, you know, bigger." He makes a motion with his hands to indicate that he always thought dragons with be huge, fire breathing lizards. 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     Ryan gives a more uncomfortable smile when the gargoyle makes a comment on his expectations of what a dragon should look like. The blue-haired young man gives a big shrug, and replies, "I'm shorter in my dragon form," and he measures it out with one of his hands for a visual comparison, somewhere below his chin. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     A laugh, "Oh, I can be, but think about what would happen if a dragon came marching down main street, hmm? Guns and sirens and probably the air force. I'd rather not have to deal with all of that, you know? As for why we are here, a news report made me decide to come have a look into the 'rumors' of Gargoyles here and I was curios.." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Wow." Brooklyn says as he listens to the two of them talk, "You'd still be taller than Lexington, at least." He says to Ryu, before he looks back at Rhapsody, "What did another internet video pop up?" He asks, "We try to be careful but with cameras everywhere it's hard.." "But if you're looking for a gargoyle, well...You found one..." He says, as he looks at them, "What do you want with me?" He's a bit untrusting of others, especially if they're seeking him out. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' "Its a bit hard to explain but, well," she thinks about how to say it, "Your New York sorta got pulled into a -much- larger world. I could go into a lot of detail, but that's the simple version of it.." 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     Ryan looks at Rhapsody, who's the one who answered the question before. "For instance," he goes on, supplementing what she said, "Both of us are from places so far apart that we'd be on different planets." He gestures to himself and then to Rhapsody. "That's how big it is." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "Different planets? Other worlds?" Brooklyn asks, as he peers at the two of them, "I mean...Lexington has talked about that kinda stuff, but I was never sure I believed it.." He says, glancing back and forth a bit, "We should get somewhere that people can't find us...If you two are dragons can you fly?" He asks, as he looks up at the rooftop he had been resting on the day before. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     "I can manage it, but um, like I said, I'd rather not cause an incident. Wherever you want to go, though, I can follow." 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     "N... no, I'm afraid not," Ryan replies to Brooklyn, shaking his head slowly and frowning somewhat sadly at the Gargoyle. "Flightless." 

:'''{{#var:684|Brooklyn (684)}} has posed:''' "I see..Well hang on a sec." He moves up to the building and jumps up onto it, claws digging into the brick as he scales the side for a few moments. He hops over onto the fire escape and kicks the ladder down, "C'mon up." He calls out to them, before he heads the rest of the way up to the rooftop. 

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1225/GGO - Nicolas the Renegade

2014-12-29T16:51:02Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the game, an event was starting to put others to shame.     All around the spawn point, gathered at last, the Gatecrashers Union was ready to have a blast.     Some time in the making, this event was. It was the arrival of Santa Claus.     But this Claus was different, not the nice one. This Santa was angry and had a really big gun.     It had taken some string pulling for Reker to get everyone gathered in one place at one time, and more importantly to keep the other Squadrons out of the zone. Nicolas the Renegade was not a normal spawn, but a world spawn, where anyone who wanted to get in on the fight could. The problem was, the prize would only go to the group who scored the killing blow. To avoid this, Reker had been busy for the past day or so, prepping the area where the boss would spawn to keep other groups out. It was a literal minefield out there. It should delay them enough, he thinks.     Regardless, he has the group gathered up at the spawn point for the boss, and is repeatedly checking his display for the time. Boss will be spawning soon, he hopes everybody is here. 

:'''{{#var:162|Zephyr Windstar (162)}} has posed:'''     Gayle's here. She's likely a new face to the group. She strides along like she owns the place, drawing each pistol to check the ammo level, then her shotgun, before stretching out. "This place is still pretty neat... Shame Divine Wind can't link up." she shrugs a bit. "For those of ya that don't know me, I'm Gayle." 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     Video Games are HARD. Seriously, after a lot of research, Rhapsody came to realize just how hard she would have had to work to get all the gear she had right now. Problem was, if she was going to help everyone deal with a potential threat in a virtual world, she didn't want to waste time 'grinding' to get decent gear. As such? A few gold coins ended up getting her a LOT of gear in a virtual world. Today? Today she's here to see if she can earn something a bit more 'honestly'. She had heard from Reker that this specific spawn could end up giving everyone something useful, so, here she was in a form she was entirely not used to, but one she was ready to put to use for the good of this game. Along with a lot of new friends. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     One of the odder more recent additions to the Gatecrashers Union has shown up for this impromptu raid. It is a maid.     No seriously, a maid shows up.     Enter Amalie, casually holding tray with tea right from her inventory. She is, in fact, wearing the heavier armor that matches her maid outfit, that Reker got her for christmas-- with her maid outfit set to be what displays.     Of course she's not unarmed. That would be silly, judging from the pair of p90 submachineguns slung at her hips and the heavy black ballistic shield mounted on her back like some kind of frilly turtle.     She is serving people tea as they arrive in the middle of the minefield. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Unlike most of the Gatecrashers Union veterans from SAO days, Kagura never did get in on the fight against Nicholas the Renegade; as such, she's not really sure what to expect, Couple that with her still-wobbly grasp on Gun Gale Online, and she's having no shortage of second thoughts about being here. In point of fact, she's probably gone through third thoughts and is finishing up fourth thoughts even as she bows to Amalie, accepting a cup of tea, and sips decorously. (She doesn't do the 'extended pinkie' thing while she's holding the cup, though; she's Japanese, not snootyEnglish.) "So, uh ... since Nicholas is going to be using guns this time, presumably," she asks her allies, "any ideas what kind of attack patterns we should be expecting?" She's got her beam rifle and pistol from last time, as well as a handful of grenades - flash-bang and concussion types, it looks like to those who can recognize grenades on-sight. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Nicholas the Renegade.     How many people active now remembered the original 'return of the renegade' quest, where he spawned as a field boss with all the reindeer and took a concerted effort to beat? Along with some puzzles? Probably not many.     But nobody here was around for the first time Nicholas the Renegade was ever encountered. That honor goes to Kirito.     The Black Swordsman who almost didn't show up this time.     The moment Kirito arrived he's shuffled off to the edges of this gathering and developed a case of the anxious not-quite-jitters. he's fidgeting with his beam saber hilt and FN Five-Seven with suppressor and laser aim. At least he figured out how to upgrade his gun, right?     The boy's glancing about worriedly. It takes a huge effort for him to calm his nerves and just breathe... 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     For the past couple of weeks, Zwei has been more or less cheating within the bounds of the game. Simultaneously operating two accounts just barely within the limits of GGO's bot detection, it has been hitting every major boss, raid, and battlefield along the way. Of course, to skip some of the grind, it has paid a considerable amount of real life funds to get endgame worthy equipment, though there is only so much that can be bought at the store rather than farmed from bosses. It is more out of desire to play along with the Gatecrashers than greed for the Renegade's drops that Blanc and Cindre show up, the former clutching a QCW-50 in her hands with a browning hi-power at her hip, and the latter wielding a mark-48 machine gun and a taurus judge.     The both of them notice Kirito pretty quickly. "What's going on?" Blac asks. "I thought you'd played tons of VR games before!" 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisen had handed out holiday outfits but well there was a price to pay and she seemd to be muising over it as she looks over to Kirito along with Yuna and the ever lovable battle maid. She had to wonder how a normal player fell in with them, but if she was so insitant to help? Fine, still she thinks they should get someone from intel to find out whom she is if only to get a guard posted to keep her safe while she's diving. No Eisen has no clue at all. She's sporting the upgrade to her shotgun, as a bank of shells are now cisable along the edge. Had they not gone nuts to go after Saint Nick in SAO? She'd be a human vegetable at best but such grim thoughts flitter away as she notices the maid with the tea. "Thank you." She say as sh downs the tea, it was funny her brain told her there was tea, what type it was and it was good. Yet? There was no tea and her body wasn't really processing it, when she'd realized such things? She's kept her junk food snacking to the virtual world and managd to enjoy things she'd not have touched otherwise. She's about to say something else as she moves over to Kirito and moves to just silently set a hand on his shoulder. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     ARTHUR LOWELL is here! He's established a position that's pretty much a precisely and rigorously calculated to look effortless as possible, leaning against one of the nearby trees. He's got a nice winter coat on, with a cool dramatic scarf that trails green nicely. While Amalie gets a lot of Arthur's usual flustered awkwardness just by virtue of being present, he's gratefully accepting the tea and sipping it as cool as he can. There's also a wave to Gayle, who gets a grin and a wave. "Good t'MEETCHA! And whoever YOU are TOO." Arthur giving another wave to Rhapsody. Kagura gets a brief, dramatic motion. "NO IDEA! We're BLIND, and that's FUCKIN' AWESOME! EMBRACE it!" He pumps a fist.     Then he's wandering on over to Kirito, giving him a comfortable little backslap. "HEY man. Take it easy. NEW CHARACTER means a NEW SLATE. None of the OLD FAILURES. Don't you start THINKIN' on THAT SHIT, son." And then he's making little wavey motions at Blac. "He's got HEROIC BROODING PROBLEMS, leave 'im to it." And then he's assuming a straight-backed arms-crossed gesture, in preparation to dramatically stand there while wind rushes around once Nicholas properly arrives. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     Taking his cup of tea from Amalie, Reker looks at the group as they all start to gather around. Snow was starting to fall from up above them, clouds having moved in to help set the mood. Reker looked from person to person, though when Yuna spoke up, he shook his head.     "This is a whole new event. It's never spawned before, so I have no idea what to expect. He will most likely have guns, though." Reker says, as he looks at Kirito, catching the mods on his pistol, and Kirito's nervousness with the situation.     Turning his attention ot Gayle, he nods a hello to her, "Everybody is partied up, right?" He asks, as he checks his HUD. He should be a party leader, Kirito as second group leader and Tomoe as third, if it's needed. Reker has everything set up into a raid group so they should all get something from the boss when it goes down.     With the group fully gathered, Reker checks his time again, "Alright guys, boss should be spawning in five minutes!" He calls out to the group, "Everybody check your gear one last time, and get read-" He's suddenly cut off by the sound of an explosion a short distance away and a male voice screaming, "MY LEG!"     "I need somebody to be ready in case they figure out how to penetrate the minefield. The last thing we want it some sniper getting a lucky last shot in and stealing the prize." 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' THE LEGEND OF BULLETARTIST RIVA CONTIUES! today, she is present in a skimpy Mrs. Claus outfit that she got for Christmas for Reasons. At least she HAS A GROUP NOW, right? Riva waves to the others as she approaches, not bothering to talk as she sees them. She gestures over into the distance past the minefield, and then waves her hands and makes gun pew pew motions. She turn turns and makes hand gestures towards Amalie the Maid, and waves her hands in greeting, hopping over to her and leaning over to stare at her for several seconds, then begins making a complicated series of gestures. Maybe she's trying to learn how to sign? After a few seconds she starts flailing a bit. She then taps her chin, trying to think of what to try next. The arrival of Arthur and the others cause her to slump a little, emitting a /sigh. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Kagura winces at the scream ... actually, more at the scream than the explosion. Really, is it any wonder she's not at her best in GGO? As if the game's combat wasn't close enough to her real-world fighting style - and she's been having some rocky times on THAT front - her inherent compassion doesn't sit very well with PvP combat. She could handle it somewhat better in the fantasy-based Alfheim Online, but ... Kagura shakes her head briefly, and starts double-checking that she's got full powerpacks loaded in each of her weapons, and double-checking that her grenades are arranged properly (and safely; even if the game glosses over weapons safety, she's keeping to the best habits she knows to cut down on friendly fire or other collateral damage). It's as she finishes checking her grenades that she looks up. "Would flash-bangs or stun grenades be enough to keep other players disabled, if we have to ... ?" she asks, the uncertainty in her voice echoing that on her face. 

:'''{{#var:162|Zephyr Windstar (162)}} has posed:'''     Gayle erks. "I think I missed the invite..." she makes the gestures to open her menu, then huffs. "There, missed the notification... I'm used to my Device, she pops the note up RIGHT IN MY EYE LINE before putting it off to the side." she grumbles as she hits the accept button. "I've specced for evasion and close range, hopefully I can dodge his attack pattern. This'll be fun either way! First big group fight I've been in." she offers, grinning.     As Riva arrives, the fiery redhead gives her the once over... only to be interrupted by the explosion and scream. "That'd gonna leave a mark later." she says, rubbing the back of her head. "We all loaded up? Weapon check! Make sure you've got full magazines, don't wanna get caught empty!" she calls, clapping her hands together.     She /finally/ notices Kirito being all broody off to one side, and a sudden change washes over her. She doesn't know the story behind it, but she's fought alongside Kirito before, and this is totally unlike the Swordsman she knows from the field... So she goes over to join Eisen and offers her own support with a hand on his other shoulder. "Whatever's eatin' ya... we'll get through it together, alright?" 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "FIVE MINUTES? Sheesh. ALRIGHT." Arthur discontinues his stance for a moment to go hassle Riva. "WHAT'S THAT? TIMMY fell in the WELL? Seriously, though, you got your MUTE goin' on? I can lend ya my CHAT GLASSES for HANDS-FREE TYPING if you want 'em. Gimmie a NOD or SHAKE or whatev'? Usually my OUTRAGEOUS EMPHASIS has gotten MAD INFECTIOUS up in you. What's up?"     Then there's the topic Reker brings up of keeping the other players away. "WELL SHIT," He says. "KAGURA has a good idea there, keepin' 'em DISORIENTED to keep 'em off the MAIN AREA, but SUSTAINING that shit is ROUGH. I kinda wanna TAKE ON some SHOOTER NERDS since I'm HELLA DISRUPTIVE but I guess I gotta be INCOGNITO or some shit." He makes dismissive noises and gestures at that last part. "So YEAH, we probably need some DISORIENTING and DISRUPTIVE types to handle that, 'cause I'm APPARENTLY gonna need to FOCUS ON NPCS or some shit I guess." A helpless shrug! Then a sweeping gesture to the rest. "Hey, YOU jerks, someone who likes YELLING and FLASHBANGS or whatever, be ready to run INTERFERENCE, yeah?"     He'll be going back to his stance on the five-minute mark, of course. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     THUMP.     Kirito finds himself with Tomoe's hand on his shoulder, bringing him out of his little funk. Well no, Arthur's backslap does that a bit more noticeably! The young man with the far too feminine avatar jumps a bit! "hw--"     Blink, blink. The boy's face turns difficult and scrunched for a bit, but he exhales... and hardens his gaze.     "... Yeah. Sorry." He's a group leader. He can't be getting all distracted. First, nobody can die this time... and he doesn't want to see any party members die because of him, ever!     Casting an unsure peer matched with a nervous smile at Blanc/Cindre and Gayle, Kirito scratches the back of his head. "Ah... it's an old story. Maybe later." Maybe later short for probably never, unless someone presses. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisen looks to the other as she's got the third group and she's checking over the status of everyone else, she had an event item but she's not wearing it. She's got a Santa hat on sure, but no outfit, if anyone had caught it was given it was combat cheesecake grade and it seems unless she's on the beach Eisen isn't very keen on it given how cheese cake it is, or who knows why else? Either way she's locked nad loaded. She however seems very concerned about and she smiles faintl at Kirito. "No I understand I never expected you to come but It's good to see you here come on lets have some /fun/ with this." She looks to Arthur for a moment and then to Riva. "You two do seem to have a lot of fun together, don't you." Yuna gets a nod. "Eh we may have to PK them, this is a game, right and seriously they should instance this stuff or use a bit where if you tag and so so much damage you get credit." 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Once the party has been properly tea'd, Amalie gives but a single curtsey. Simply doing her duty after all, but the maid shows absolutely no care in the least when another player wanders into the live minefield. In fact, she simply cocks her SMG. "If the mines don't finish the job, I'll clean that up later." She does offer.     And yes, she is ignoring Riva.     "Huh? I'm sorry I can't understand you. You should really actually try to learn Sign before attempting to RP it!"     But then she's beside Arthur. "Ah! Young Master! Have you remembered anything yet? Did my gift help?!" 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' "I haven't had a LOT of experience in here, but I'll do what I can!" Rhapsody replies to Reker. Her gaze has slipped from one person to the next, replying to Arthur's wave with one of her own. She was wondering who some of the people here were, but then again, she could imagine some folks were wondering who SHE was. Well, she'd answer if someone asked. As Amalie passes by, she even helps herself to some tea while she's waiting for EvilClause to spawn. She takes a moment, with her free hand, to check on her blade, her weapons, and anything else she brought along. 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     "Heroic brooding huh?" Blanc responds to Arthur in a blase sort of tone. "That sounds inconvenient. I'd enjoy hearing the story though! There's not actually that much information on the really infamous VRMMO." Yuna is saying things that don't make much sense though. "Why try to disable them? Just shoot them. It's only a videogame! It'll take them hours to get back out here, and we'll be done one way or the other by then!" Cindre speaks up as the mine goes off in the distance. "We will leave Blanc near the rear to intercept anyone attempting to interfere with the battle. I am built for strength and vitality, so I am carrying ammunition for the both of us." 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva yelps as Arthur addresses her, and she shrugs to Tomoe before reddening in embarassment as he calls her out on her lack of speech. Amalie criticizes her lack of ability in Sign as well, and Riva visibly wilts. She shuffles over to Arthur and leans in over towards him, whispering, "Well, I've accidentally gotten a ton of people to mute me so I started thinking I could try to communicate with gestures." She pauses, and mumbles, "It's not going so well." 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     "Flashbangs would be great." Reker says, as he looks Kagura's loadout over for a moment or two, "And yeah, try to focus on the boss as much as you can, but when the other players get close, we'll need to take them down quick to prevent them from getting the boss."     Reker walks over towards Kirito, "Hey man, look don't take this the wrong way, but I'm gonna need your head in the game, okay?" He says, "Whatever it is that's gettin' to you, you can tell me when we're done. Trust me, I'll probably understand better than you think." He grins and then slaps Kirito on the back, "Plus I doubt this guy is gonna expect melee combat. It'll be good to throw him off his footing."     Reker looks over at the group, and then motions for them to spread out, "Everybody into position, here he comes." Reker moves off to the side, as the sound of bells through the night ring out. Up in the sky, the clouds catch a shilouette in a sleigh, before something jumps from it. The figure falls from the sleigh and slams into the ground, before he rises up to his feet. The namebar reads Nicolas the Renegade, and he has four health bars. Unlike the previous versions, however, this one doesn't have an axe or a messed up face. This one has a Vulcan Cannon. The massive man roars out and fires a burst of gunfire from the weapon into the air. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' Jingle bells! The sound of the bells and the sight of the sleigh would lull a less-prepared player into a false sense of security, most likely. At the sight of Nick, and his gun, all Rhaps can think is what she says: "He's got a damn Mini-Gun! Look out!" That said, the sword-slinger takes a few potshots with her side arm, but otherwise dives for any kind of cover she can find. 

:'''{{#var:162|Zephyr Windstar (162)}} has posed:'''     Gayle unslings her shotgun, racking the pump as the call to get ready goes out. "Locked, cocked and ready to rock!" She gives Kirito another look, before she dashes off to get closer to the spawn point, sliding behind a rock. The slam, bellow and the roar of a gattling gun makes the teen cringe for a moment. "Mal'zahn... I'll never get used to the sound of Mass-based weapons..." she then pops up and dashes around to try and Flank, firing off a shell of buckshot at Nicolas, trying to draw his attention so others can get behind him. "Oi! Fatman! Overhere! Your beard looks like a scraggling Par'Thran's tail brush!" 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' "KYAAAA!!!" Cue Kagura diving for whatever cover there is, hard enough to leave a dust cloud rising from where she was standing before the bullets began raining down. It's a couple of seconds thereafter before the muzzle of Kagura's rifle peeks up from behind the stump she's using for cover, and a couple of plasma beams (or whatever GGO's energy weapons use) go shrilling towards Nicholas the Renegade's face. Those who are in the right position to see Kagura herself would notice that she's actually using the rifle's scope, or what amounts to one - something at least a little better than iron sights, in any case. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur is already having a hard time keeping his cool. It is tough to deal with this maid. "I don't remember forgetting anything." He says, helplessly. There's a little agonized hand-wringing there. Looks properly dramatic. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't even know what would cause me to not remember." He's taking it in a good-natured sort of way, though, kind of. He's at least caught on to the fact that Amalie is a roleplayer.     There's a quick snap to Blanc. "YEP, it's MAD INCONVENIENT, but it's STYLISH and REQUIRED, so GOTTA DO IT. Anyway, SEE YA! Thanks for COVERING THE FLANKS, yo." And then there's a thumbs-up to Riva. "I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY." He says. He got banned a lot himself. And then he re-assumes his dramatic position. The slamming shockwave rushes over him, flapping his scarf dramatically as his arms stay staunchly crossed. "ALRIGHT FATMAN, you've JINGLED YOUR LAST BELL." He calls out with bravado, then dramatically flourishes as he spins his suddenly-appearing steel broom around one hand while he continues his trash talk. "You best GET YOUR ASS back in your SLEIGH 'else I'm boutta drop the EXPRESS to KICK IT RIGHT BACK to the NORTH POLE." The broom comes to a combat-ready position that bares its bristles at Santa.     All this trash talk mostly disregards the fact that Nicholas, even as a game NPC, completely outclasses Arthur in terms of physical endurance and his weapon outdoes him entirely in ranged damage output, but for a moment he actually looks cool, kind of. "LET'S MAKE THIS HAPPEN." He immediately launches into action, his ROCKET-BROOM suddenly blasting around Nick's flanks, hoping that his trash-talk managed to draw aggro. Ideally it'll make Santa focus fire on Arthur, giving the group some time to get the situation assessed, establish superior cover, and maybe get some bearing on what does damage and what doesn't.     He is also yelling, because he is Arthur Lowell. 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     And there's Nicholas. Zwei spares an infinitismally small fraction of a second trying to access the boss' source file to try and read its stats and attack patterns, before remembering that the game data is being hosted elsewhere. Resolving to go in blind like everyone else, it has Blanc and Cindre split up in opposite directions the moment the boss begins firing.     The former sprints through the snow towards the treeline, interposing herself between the boss and the minefield where she will be both harder to see and harder to hit, while still able to shoot at the Renegade and any players coming into the killzone. The latter makes for the largest rock he can find, opting for harder cover to take a prolonged shooting position from. Unfolding the bipod, he props the mark 48 across the top and lines it up by eye rather than bothering to use the sights; bracing the stock to absorb any recoil and then squeezing the trigger just long enough to fire a three round burst directly towards the boss' head; testing to see where its weakpoint hitbox might be. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Amalie pouts. She has every reason to, with her YOUNG MASTER sill suffering a TERRIBLE amnesia. "A-ah... It's okay Young Master. One day you'll remember. And then we can go back to the way things were, where I was always your faithful robot maid that served you tea and shot unwated tresspassers~robo." See, she said robo at the end of her sentance. She really is a good robot roleplayer.     Whelp it looks like it's go time. With everyone tea'd, and Riva sufficiently given PROPER ROLEPLAY TIPS, Amalie unslings her shield and...     Nicholas the Renegade slams on down from the skies and primes a very mean looking gun. With no cover near her in sight the maid braces, slamming her ballistic shield into the ground in fornt of her in a huge CLANG of noise to try and provoke the festive gunman's attention to her while she hunkers behind it and peppers bursts of fire from her SMG over the lip of her shield. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe looks to Reker and humms as she's ready now se checks in over with the group and she seems to be ready. She notices the target ahead and gets ready this is going to be quite the fight from the looks of things and she's quivering in excitment from the looks of things here as she waits to make her move. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva nods to Arthur, her demanor turning closer to normal. However, it's suddenly go time. Riva looks like she's surprised to see the appearance of the Renegade, and she throws herself to one side, trying to both get out of the immediate fire arc of the vulcan cannon while also keeping herself from landing on a landmine. She fires her weapon, one of the MAC-10s that she was given by Tomoe, and sends a few quick bursts towards Nicholas. She's going to help, dammit! She makes a mental note in the panic to learn how to sign properly later. Apparently emotes and random gesturing just aren't going to cut it. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     How does he keep getting so overwhelmed by those memories? Kirito blinks a few times, rubs his face... then freezes at the approaching jingle bells. But only for a moment. "Yeah." The Black Swordsman declares, igniting his Photon Saber with a *SNAP-HISS*. A purple energy blade extends from the Kagemitsu G4. "You're right. Let's have fun! This boss is going down!"     Time to get all psyched up, not mopey!     Kirito will just... try not to think about the way Arthur's being dismissive of his troubles. It's definitely a sign that he should man up a bit more.     Nicholas' landing kicks up a mighty wind that sets Kirito's outfit whipping and flapping wildly in the wind. The boy takes a deep breath, and spins his weapon about. It hums and thrums threateningly with every swing but he doesn't wait for Nicholas to get ready. "Alright, here goes!"     He goes rushing in at full speed to try and flank Nicholas and start hacking and slashing from the side - to stay out of the line of fire and maybe draw that vulcan his way. Because he's damned FAST... will Nicholas be able to keep up?! 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     With two fast tanks and at least one heavy armored one, Nick is going to have a hard time taking this crew down. With Arthur coming in from one side and Kirito coming in from the other, Arthur is the one to get Nick's attention first. It's probably because of all the trash talking. The big man swings his huge gatling cannon over towards Arthur, the weapon spinning up and raking 20mm rounds along the ground as he turns towards his target. This will allow Yuna and Zephyr to blast the boss with their weapons from a distance.     Reker himself is quick to move away from the person being focused on, moving the opposite direction from Arthur, his SOCOM-47 coming to bear as he strafes to one side, firing a couple bursts of rounds at Nick.     As Reker moves, he looks to the group, "Rhapsody, bust out that incindiary ammo! Anyone else who's got it, use it! He's weak to fire weapons! Anyone with grenades, get them in close, but watch out for Kirito and Arthur!" He fires another burst from his rifle, trying his best to direct traffic while working on dealing damage, "If he's like any other rotary cannon bosses, he'll have a sweeping attack. Everybody be ready for that!" 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     "I'm on it!" Rhapsody calls back as she tucks herself behind the tree she dove toward. A magazine is ejected from her gun, another with the requested fire ammo is shoved in, she actions the thing, and then dives out from behind the tree again and proceeds to empty the whole thing as she fires at Saint Nick. 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     "Weak to fire huh? Is that information from SAO, insider intel, or was this posted on a wiki somewhere before it was released?" Blanc sounds uncharacteristically sarcasting, but both of Zwei's accounts move with perfect synchronization. Cindre rezzes a taped stack of 5.8x21mm incendiaries from his inventory and hurls them towards his 'partner', before detaching his box magazine and threading a new belt; finishing at the exact same time Blanc loads up.     Stepping out from cover simultaneously, the two begin opening up on the Renegade's back as he turns to chase Arthur; filling the clearing with the clatter of SMG fire and the automatic thump of the heavy 7.62. Rather than focusing on a single point, the two of them trace their streams of fire in alternating patterns across the boss' hitbox, raking lines of flaming particle effects down his torso, limbs, and ammo pack to see where the super effective damage will stick. The two of them operate in steely silence, not using the radio, or even so much as handsigns, at all. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' "No incendiaries here, sorry!" Kagura calls out - then ducks under cover to double-check her weapon's options. It's an *energy* weapon; maybe there's a toggle to make the beams hotter rather than simply piercing? She peeks out briefly to double-check how much the Renegade is moving around, then ducks to prime a grenade, winding up as well as she can *before* she pops out of cover again to throw it, and immediately ducks again. The grenade is flying in a high arc, so it should avoid both Kirito and Arthur. It might even land in a fold of Nicholas's hat before it goes off. 

:'''{{#var:162|Zephyr Windstar (162)}} has posed:'''     Gayle huffs. Guess she doesn't have enough points in her Taunt skill yet. She racks the pump again, but keeps it back as she ducks behind a tree. Reker's suggestion gets her unloading the weapon, then feeding orange shells into the breach. "Incendiary huh? Lets see how he likes these!" she mutters to herself. She takes a breath, then rounds the tree, hopping a mine before charging in headlong. "YAAAAAAAAAA!" she fires her shotgun as she charges in behind Nick, racking the pump and firing as fast as she can, spraying burning pellets over the Boss's frame. She then breaks off. as Yuna hucks the grenade, dive rolling to the side, but mistiming it and slamming into a tree trunk. "Gnnngh, ow." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisen wishes Frika was here givne the fire but she hears about it she loads in several shells she'd brought a few of her own and the spaz-12 is loaded she breaks into a run makes for the boss. She opens fire with the shotgun, over and over again as she tries to keeps moving and that's when she's practically flying, she's flopping from tree to tree and never remainign still, if one's seen Pale Rider fight? It's a hell of a lot like how he does it. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' GUNFIRE EVERYWHEEEEEEERE! Riva yells as the gun goes firing everywhere, and she works to run past Nicholas and try to stay behind him so the warned sweeping attack won't catch her. She thinks. She gets told about the weakness of Nicolas. Fire? She can do that, right? Riva pauses to eject her clip and fiddles in her red suit, trying to find where she put her ammo. "Where is it... Where!?" She mutters. "There!" She snaps a red-tagged ammo clip into the weapon and racks the slide. "Let's do this!" She yells (not that most people would hear her), and she unleashes a torrent of bullets, trying to not shoot the melee fighters as she does so. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Kirito's onslaught can be measured in slashes per second. Currently around three or four! his onslaught is simple and remains focused on Nicholas' legs, back and the one side! Purple light splashes from each impact! The only trouble is... these Photon Sabers build up heat. How long can he keep this up?     "My eyes are open then! I'll watch for it!" Although there's a big discrepancy between ALO and GGO, his attention's flickering up towards the boss' EYES. He knows how this model tends to look when he's readying for something! 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur slips around the gunfire, dodging massive caliber shells that threaten to tear him apart! A couple seconds of fire from that gun will turn him into chunky salsa. His deft movements may prevent Nick from harming him, but the harsh G-forces required by the dodges and the occasional bouncing off of trees required to dodge around the gunfire is damaging him indirectly and eating away slowly at his endurance. "SHIT YES, THIS IS WHAT I CAME HERE FOR!" Arthur is calling out, wildly! There's an eager, upbeat response to Reker. "He tries a SWEEPING ATTACK, motherfucker, I'll show him a REAL SWEEPING ATTACK!"     He's expecting his trash talk to not be all that much aggro for now, though, and expects the other, more direct combat effects are going to draw attention away from him soon! And so he elects, primarily, to focus on support and helping the others. As soon as fire focus comes off of him, he's going to start blasting back and forth, trying to attack the gun itself to keep Nick from keeping sustained fire on Riva, Zephyr, Zwei, and Rhapsody by sideswiping the massive firearm! He then sees Kagura's grenade arcing through the air and as he rushes by it, he swipes his broom at it, expertly attempting to SLAM DUNK the think right into Nick's face! And then, a swift retreat! He's slamming into the ground, skidding through the snow on those boots of his while his broom suddenly disappears. He's trying to reach Gayle and bodily HOIST into cover behind the tree! He has the feeling that bosses in this game may take advantage of those people who wind up being prone outside cover and she seems quite vulnerable!     He's already gasping for breath and panting heavily with the exertion of his rapid-style support, but has OVERWHELMING, ENTHUSIASTIC ENERGY and WILLPOWER!! 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     To say Amalie is comfortable behind her shield...     Would be a correct assessment. Hunkered in a crough, one arm holding her bulwark of heavy armor in front of her as she ejects the magazine from her P90 and slides in a fresh one. But when someone is OUT OF COVER the maid is UP.     Hoisting her shield up and keeping the beavy metal face between her and the jolly gun toting fat-man, Amalie is hustling. She's fairly fast with that thing and her equip load, letting Arthur's GLORIOUS SWEEP ATTACK and the others hold aggro as she books it. Skidding to a halt directly in front of Gayle, she slams the shield down again and braces, presinting a wall of respitr and cover as she lines a shot down the sights of her SMG and spits another sharp burst at the festive gunner. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     The fire rounds start to come in hot and heavy on the boss, striking into him. His life bars chip away quicker, each of the rounds doing a sustained damage over time debuff to the boss as well. Reker glances back at Blanc at the question, "Call it gamer's intuition!" He calls back. Honestly it was a guess. He's just lucky he's not resistant to fire because he likes being warm. Then again there's not a lot of stuff out there that enjoys being on fire, right? Rhapsody, Riva and Gayle are pelting it with a lot of damage, enough to make the first health bar drop off. Almost as soon as that health bar does, the boss stops firing and shifts positions.     "Here comes the sweep! Everyone take cover!" Reker calls out, moving to dive behind Amalie's shield and use the surface of it for cover. Kirito can move behind the boss to avoid the arc of damage and it seems that Arthur is going above it.     One can almost hear the theme song from some basketball movie from the 90s as he alley-oops that grenade right into the boss' face mid special attack. The grenade brings down a huge chunk of the boss' second health bar, another chunk gets taken out when Reker pops back up with his grenade launcher and fires two of the 40mm rounds.     The boss' attention gets brought to Reker, who ducks back behind Amalie's shield, "Go now, hit him from the sides!" He calls out to the team, hoping Amalie's shield can withstand the sustained 20mm firepower. It should be able to. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     Sweep attack? Well, with her sidearm empty, Rhapsody dives back behind the tree to try and avoid THE SWEEP while she reloads. "Actually..." she reloads with regular ammo, opens up her weaponry inventory, and calls up her MP7. "Got more fire ammo for you you ..." she mumbles, trailing into some Ravnican curse word before coming back around the tree with both hands on the SMG. "HEY. WHITEBEARD. TIME TO SHAVE!" And then she unloads in a bunch of short bursts, aiming for Nick's beard. Maybe it's a weak spot! 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     "Wow, you guys aren't bad!" Blanc chirps from the treeline; her face flashing with the strobe of her muzzle flare as spent brass goes flying in a steady stream from above her hand and into the snow. Clicking empty, she dives back into the treeline, making a beeline for a specifically calculated destination where the line of sight between her and the Renegade is intersected by three overlapping trees, providing maximum cover in case his rounds are capable of terrain destruction. Throwing herself into the snow, she rolls over onto her back to free up her hands in order to reload, doing so with lightning speed before rolling back into a proper position and taking aim around the tree's roots.     Cindre remains silent, rolling back behind the hefty rock he had chosen for this explicit purpose; using the lull provided by everyone ducking from the impending sweeping attack to attach a new belt to his current, mostly expended one. Slinging the gun over his shoulder on its strap, he reaches to his belt for a pair of high explosive charges, meant to be detonated by remote. With a strength build, it is trivially easy for him to hurl both of them backwards over the rocky outcropping; launching them through the air like grenades. Despite the throw being essentially blind, he'd already calculated the arc ahead of time, and so both of them should land right on Nicholas' center of mass. Timing the throw precisely, he thumbs the detonator the moment they make contact, just in case they won't stick to bosses. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Kagura hunkers down even harder as the Vulcan cannonfire sweeps over her, dropping her rifle and covering her ears for good measure. Not that she has to worry about ear damage that much - she'd be in more 'danger' if she was actually closer to Nicholas as he's holding down the trigger. Or, y'know, if she was *standing up* in the big guy's line of fire. Once she doesn't have to dodge bullets quite as much, Kagura scoops up her rifle and bolts for a big old log, scurrying along its length with the log between her and the Renegade ... and as she emerges on the other side, she takes aim and starts sniping at Nicholas's flank, run-and-gun style. It's not as impressive as if she could just hold the trigger down for rapid fire, but she makes her shots count pretty well - at least until she dives behind a conveniently placed boulder. She leans out to squeeze off one more shot, then resumes cover to swap powerpacks in her rifle ... 

:'''{{#var:162|Zephyr Windstar (162)}} has posed:'''     Gayle is watching her HP bar as the debuff timer ticks agonizingly slowly down. She glances to Amalie and cocks a smile in appreciation for the cover. No sooner than the stun wears off, the lightly armoured woman is up on her feet again, claps Amalie on the shoulder to tell her she's clearing the area, then darts away to get clear of the sudden onslaught of 20mm slugs tearing up the area. "Captain Cruddington on a tea plate! That was close." she says mostly to herself.     Once clear and in the flanks again, she opens up and empties the shotgun into NtR. "Damn, out of Incendiary shells..." she dismisses the shotgun into her inventory, instead opting to pull both her glocks, dropping the magazines and reloading with orange-tipped rounds. "Lets see how you like these!" she crows, leaping up to start trying to scale up the fatman, keeping herself on the far side from most of her allies fire. "EAT IT FATMAN! I AIN'T GOT ANY TURKEY, INSTEAD, HAVE A HEAPING HELPING OF DEATH!" She punctuates her statement by firing her pistols down into the Boss at point blank, clinging on as best she can to whatever's available on the Mob's outfit. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' "YEAH! YOU SHOW HIM!" Riva yells after Arthur, forgetting the whole 'trying to be mute' thing. It's not like most people can even hear her anyway. However, there's a small problem in the form of the SWEEPING ATTACK. Riva yelps, and dives to one side. YEAH, TOTALLY SAFE! Click. Riva looks down, but it's already too late. The land mine explodes, launching the BulletArtist straight through the sweeping attack. Digital red pizels spray everywhere as she gets caught with a nasty hit. Riva strikes the ground, tumbling, ad she skids to a stop and groans. "Uuuuuuuuugh." With another grimace, Riva raises her gun, trying to focus as she levels her gun... But she shakes and falls to one knee. "Ugh, nothing's working right..." 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Like a small moving wall with impeccable Maid Grace, Amalie sets her boots in the ground the instant Reker announces the sweep. "Keep your heads down!" Shouted over her shoulder once she's braced and Reker, Arthur when he gets there, and Gayle are taking cover behind her.     This is going to be a rough one, evident from how she holsters her SMG.     All of her focus goes into an iron grip on the handles of her shield, and the eyepatch wearing maid is already gritting her teeth. It's gonna be a rough one, because bullets start spanging against the shield, her health already draining just from holding up against the force and each impact, whittling down. She's fine for now, but if it keeps up for too long she won't be. Especially as several shots actually penetrate, punching through the barrier and slamming the maid dead in the chest. She staggers, armor holding up, but a raging red glow of a bullet wound fizzling angrily on her stomach as she puts herself on the line to make sure no one behind her gets so much as scratched. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Guessing an enemy with a HUGE MACHINE GUN would have a sweeping move as an AoE is kind of a no-brainer to anyone who knows guns. But Kirito's memory flashes back to the first fight with Nicholas. Yeah, his huge axe, he was very fond of swinging it in huge cleaving arcs. And as he keeps watching the boss' expression and health bars and they reach a certain point... he can practically FEEL Nicholas' AI making a decision.     And Kirito pre-empts it. Is it some instinct, some gamer's intuition, or an inexplicable muscle memory that fires off, causing him to LEAP and sail out of the way of all the explosions and swepping rounds?     Nevertheless he does so, hair and outfit wflapping about spectacularly through the whole manuever. When he finally lands... it's behind Nicholas. He spins about and opens fire with his pistol!     Thankfully, Nicholas is so HUGE, how could he possibly MISS?! "That thing's way too similar for my tastes!" 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur takes no moments to catch his breath behind Amalie's shield besides giving her a quick pat of appreciation on the shoulder and a declared, "Thanks for the COVER." Then his broom's right back out and he's blasting off again, serpantine patterns slipping away from the maidbot as he rapidly skips over the ground on his rocket ride. "GOT IT." he calls out to Reker, slipping under the gunfire dramatically on his knees in an elaborate sliding motion before he gets to the side.     "SWEEP TIME. Time to show him how a REAL BADASS does SWEEPING!" This time he's making sure to team up with Kirito, who he's neglected. He's all ready to go tag-team on the melee, but Kirito elects to focus primarily on the mid-range! Oh well, he can't have the Black Swordsman's angle lacking melee, so he skids to a stop near Kirito's side of things, and begins a lengthy, thrashing series of swipes up and down the body, intending to plunge his broom's metal bristles into where Kirito's mid-range bullet wounds are made, accentuating each strike. The bristles themselves spin to life, turning into a BLENDER that tries to catch each wound as it's made and tear it wider and more viciously. As usual, Arthur continues yelling all throughout it.     But Arthur is not actually able to keep up with Kirito very long, even with his energy, and Kirito has to reload sometime, so he'll back off, retreating far above... Where he begins leaping alongside Tomoe! Even with his rockets he can't match her parkouring maneuverability, but he does do what he can to work in tandem with her. His broom has a rifle built into its handle, after all! Blasting around far above, he attempts to rain down his own INFERNAL FIREBOLTS from above, which are semi-explosive incendiary rounds with a heavy dose of unholy energy to boot! He's gonna back off for a moment and blast from above for a bit, until the situation changes up. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisen is not alone no she sees that Arthur is adding to things, and she can't help but grin thankful for the help and it's clear. This is not the grim serious woman that was a clearer. She's for a moment just someone having run and it shows. She bounces from tree to tree taking shots where she can. She however does move to take cover behind one of the trees, she moves quickly back out and keeps on the move once it's safe. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     The combined efforts of the team seem to be rapidly dropping the boss' health bar. Rhapsody might have found a weak point, as she strikes the beard with those fire rounds, causing it to light up. The boss bellows in pain and changes his focus from the shield towards her, but is interrupted by the sticky bombs that detonate right against him. This stumbles him and leaves him open to Gayle's sudden blitzkrieg rush onto the boss, the point blank shots doing more damage, particularly from this range. The boss makes extra effort to swat her off of him, taking his hand off the trigger of his weapon to do so.     As Riva sets off the mine, Reker moves from behind Amalie's shield and dashes towards her. None of the team's dedicated medics are around, so he brought several health packs just in case. He tosses one down next to her and then drags her behind cover, "Use the medkit and stay down."     The assault from the back by Kirito and Arthur tears the boss' second health bar down to zero. As soon as that zero hits, he roars and unleashes a blast of ice in a circular wave around him, knocking anyone nearby back and putting a temporary freeze debuff on everyone in the area.     The boss finally speaks, his deep voice booming across the battlefield. "On Lee, on Grant, on Chaffee and Sherman! On Pershing and Walker and Patton and Sheridan!"     "Oh shit." Reker knows what all of those names mean. And it doesn't mean anything good. That sleigh that he came in on is back, only this time it's towing something under it. Those tow cables release, and the massive form it was carrying drops down and lands next to Nick. The Renegade puts one foot on the tread housing of his tank, and then climbs up onto it, and inside. The engine of the vehicle roars to life just in time for the stun to begin to wear off of the gathered players. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva was all messed up, but Reker gives her a hand. She nods and gives a quick, "Thanks!" As she takes the medkit. As instructed, she stays low and begins wrapping herself up with the medkit. It's taking some time, and her work gets interrupted when someone knocks NTR into Phase 2. "OH GOD!" Riva yells. "TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK!" She claps herself, shuddering from the freezing wave debuff. "God, what're these even useful for?" She mutters, trying to shake off the effects. "This is a hell of a fight! Do you guys deal with this ALL the time?" She peeks up over the cover, and gulps. "Does anyone even HAVE anything big enough to deal with that thing?" 

:'''{{#var:162|Zephyr Windstar (162)}} has posed:'''     Gayle ducks the swattings, clinging on like a /very/ tenacious and angry mosquito, shooting fire bullets. She goes flying when that ice burst lashes out, falling into a snow drift. "That wasn't even his final form!" comes the muffled announcement from within... she then comes out of the snowdrift toting a single-use LAW. It's one of those cheap-o things you'd find at a vendor, those one-shot items for adding a bit more DEEPS to an attack pattern.     "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" she calls, before squeezing the trigger. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Kagura CERTAINLY wasn't expecting an airdropped tank to be Nicholas's 'second form' for this battle - and she's now officially worried as to what he might break out by way of a THIRD form, given how this is only going into the third of the Renegade's HP bars. All of that, roughly, goes through her head while she's recovering from the freezing shockwave; by the time the debuff wears off, she's come up with something vaguely resembling a plan, and is on the move as soon as the system lets her. She's slung her rifle across her back and is wielding her pistol instead, gripping it with both hands ... and once the boulder's no longer between her and the tank, she heads TOWARDS the tank, snapping off shots at the tank's outside guns and the right-side tank treads' drive wheels (rather than the treads themselves). It's not a head-on approach, of course - she's aiming the whole time to run past the tank. She doesn't have any apparent intention of trying something fancy like 'hiding behind the tank,' though; tanks may not be Formula One racecars but they CAN move at a pretty decent clip - playing 'chicken' by trying to run past it like this is about as suicidal as she's going to get. 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     "So the beard's the weakpoint! That should make things easier!" Blanc calls out from the treeline; spraying fire straight into the fluffy white expanse across the Renegade's chest with pinpoint accuracy. Cindre is just about to join her when the freeze debuff hits, catching him in the middle of working the bolt. It doesn't really take a world war nerd to recognize the names of at least one or two tanks in that corruption of the old nursery tales, but Zwei happens to be a nerd on every subject to begin with, meaning that the short recital is enough to immediately start changing its mental simulations in the few seconds remaining until the freeze wears off.     Blanc sprints back from the edge of the minefield in a blurr of shooting snow, abandoning the forest where a tank shell could easily fall in only her general area and wipe out her cover. She joins Cindre behind the sturdier outcropping, who seems to be putting up the machinegun and drawing something else out of his spacious inventory. The benefits of a strength build are revealed as he produces a loaded stinger launcher; flipping open the IR optic and sighting the tank before the turret can track to him. A roar of igniting rocket fuel sounds out with a flash of fiery light, ascending straight up into the air on a column of black exhaust. Arming halfway into its flight, the missile adjust its course using the launcher's designator, flipping over sharply in mid-air and diving straight back down onto the tank's top, where the armour is thinner. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur winds up frozen in mid air. FUCK.     After slamming headfirst into the ground, he's much more severely wounded than he was before. When he's back on his feet, he's bleeding heavily, but doesn't seem to mind it at all. In fact, being stuck in ice was a chance for Arthur to catch his breath and calm down for a moment, and he's back with RENEWED VIGOR. His rushing attack on the tank now comes with an abrupt rocket-boost. He completely disregards any potential immediately relevant active defenses that are likely to slam into him, instead focusing entirely on getting inside the main gun range so it can't hit him, and then doing an intense IMPALING gesture on the tank itself from the front.     The defenses are likely modern military stuff: Ablating armor, layers of pre-exploding interference, and other suchlike. Arthur gets square in the line of fire for allied rockets or grenades, and attempts to viciously blend through the armor to expose a large weakpoint! He will tank every bit of burning and bruising he gets from friendly fire in order to wear away explosive countermeasures using a sustained assault of bristles, trying to prompt his allied melee fighter to do the same self-destructive awfulness.     He also tries to dig in his heels and use superhuman resilience and strength to STOP the tank from moving forward while he does this. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     She survived standing off against the sweep. And though Amalie may be hurting for it, she remains in place long enough for the mute-- er. Riva to get a breather behind her when Reker tossed her that way but. When the disorientation of being stunned and frozen starts to wear off, she looks up.     "... That is a tank."     Speaking the obvious there as she looks at the tank. She looks at her shield. Back tothe tank now back to her shield.     Sadly her shiels is not diamonds. But even she knows not to stand and go toe to toe and try to tank an actual tank. Up comes her shield, slung onto her back again like a turtle as she unholsters two P90s once she's able to move. And she focuses more on moving than on shooting.     "Small arms aren't going to scratch that thing, someone shove a grenade down the hatch!" 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisen is enjoying herself that's much is clear. She flips about never stopping always moving now a she now twists about she's tyrying to get in close again, after all she's got a semi auto shotgun and she's gong to use it she lands infront of Santa and opens fire trying to empty the entirely of her load into the old man's beard. Blast after blast comes from the shotgun and then she's forced to flee before he might be able to counter attack. "Come on let's be jolly, let's deck the halls with bows of holly!" 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     Tank. Tank! TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK!!!! This is not good at ALL! Seeing a tank drop out of the sky, only to have Nick climb into it? "Aaaawwww this sucks!" she calls out before trying to unload as many bullets into the man as she can before he disapears between inches of armored plating plus a big ol' cannon. She isn't sure what to do until Yuna chirps on the radio. .. Good thought! She sends something out over the radio, then starts to charge the tank, mindful of where the cannon is pointed. Hopefully, if Kirito and her can get to the tank they can work together to carve the hatch off the thing! Only if her allies can get the defenses down, though... 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "Nice assist! Thank you!" Kirito asides to Arthur moments before the broomster's vamoosing to help someone else. Kirito was in full dash back towards Nicholas while waiting for his Photon Saber to cool slightly, but as soon as he's back in range--     As soon as he's back in range... Nicholas unleashes WINTER STORM HELLELUIA.     "Uuuaghh...!!"     Kirito's forced back and nearly blown over, but he manages to turn the weird backwards momentum into a recovery flip... or tries. He goes tumbling and skidding, but finds himself slowed terribly. "Ghh..." Nope, can't just tank the debuff, not if THAT keeps happening. "...There's no helping it..." A battlefield gear switch is not easy at all, but Kirito's an expert at using his menu. The Black Swordsman menu-fus at lightning speed, and in about five seconds has managed to replace his entire gear set with the Santa outfit. "...." The boy grins awkwardly. Won't help this time but maybe next time...     Just as he thinks he's got an idea of what'll happen next though...     THEN THERE WAS A TANK.     BOGGLE.     "Tha--" That's wrong. That's absolutely wacky.     Kirito clamps his lips shut. All he can do is accept the weird American humor while scratching his head. NOW what?     He's got NO idea how to deal with a tank! He peers around the corner, draws in a deep breath...     "That's a tank alright!" He yells Riva's way. "And something like this!" The tank is... new, really. Unfortunately this debuff has slowed him considerably. He's only able to power walk for a bit... and by the time it's worn off, NTR's already gotten his tank going. Well... that's the whole point of the debuff really!     But seeing Rhapsody rushing in... Kirito leaps in to do the same thing! "HUUUUUOOOOOAAAAHGH!!"     Igniting his weapon again he comes down to strike at the hatch with the Photon Saber! Time to see how well the tank can hold out to a close-up assault! 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     It would seem that Nicolas the Renegade had hoped that this crew would be unprepared. He was wrong, it seems, as several anti-tank weapons immediately come to bear on the tank. Gayle's LAW soars through the air and strikes an armored pannel. At least it looks like it does, but when the smoke clears, it reveals the tank has reactive armor, which would exploded outwards to destroy the rocket before impact had Arthur not torn the reactive armor to shreds with his blender broom. Several of Kagura's rounds strike the tanks wheels, but it will take a lot more than bullets to destroy a road wheel or tread.     The tank's turret turns towards the boulder that Blanc and Cindre were using for cover and fires a 120mm blast at it, obliterating the rock. At that same time their rocket comes down and slams into the top of the tank, where it does not have the reactive armor.     "The top is the weak point, but watch out! It's got more than just armor!" Reker calls out. Rhapsody and Kirito will get to find this out the hard way as they try to close in on the tank, which sends out a massive electrical blast in a dome around the turret. Anyone going for the hatch will need to try to dodge that or hit it while it's recharging.     As for Reker, he has a really stupid plan. The tank's cannon has finished reloading as he rushes up past Amalie and grabs the shield off her back, "Need to borrow this for a second!" He yells out, as he rushes right at the tank. The coaxial machine guns fire upon him as he throws the shield into the snow and then jumps onto it, sliding through the snow like a snowboard. The predictive line from the cannon pops up for him and he falls backwards onto his back on the sliding shield. There's a massive explosion of snow as he slips just under the tank's maximum turret depression and under the tank itself.     Under the tank, he slaps several sticky explosives to the base of it before he slides out from the underside and rolls off of the shield. Hitting the detonator, the last of the third health bar on the tank disappears in a flash of explosives.     "Now, the electric shield should be down! Carve that hatch open!" 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' "Of course it's a tank! I JUST SAID IT WAS A-" Riva flails a bit, before she pauses. "Oh, right." She sighs, slumping again. Being /muted sucks. Kirito responds, and Riva brightens up as she sees him get on his own Santa gear. "SEE! I knew it'd be useful!" Riva yells, but then she sees Rhaps and Kirito leap in. "Oh god! Be careful! This guy is nasty!" Riva calls. Of course, with her lack of experience, who knows how this really measures up in the grand scheme of things. At this point, she just settles for popping up and throwing her grenades. They're weak and low-level loot grenades, but hey, she's helping! Really! 

:'''{{#var:162|Zephyr Windstar (162)}} has posed:'''     Gayle huffs as the Reactive Armour deflects her rocket strike. She drops the spent LAW, the tube hitting the ground, then shattering into light motes as it deletes itself. She checks her inventory quickly... nothing else, no HE rounds, no grenades, not even a melee weapon. She relays as much over the radio, "I've got a couple medkits, if anyone needs healing!" She then hunkers down behind some cover, hoping the Tank doesn't take a liking to her. 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     It was probably too much to expect that a piece of scenery would survive a boss attack in a simulationist videogame. Both Blanc and Cindre are sent flying from the shockwave that carries through the rock, peppered by flying pieces of stony shrapnel that leave glowing red lines stratched across their avatars as their health depletes a third and an eight respectively. Neither of them hit the ground on anything but their feet; Blanc twisting through the air to land with catlike agility and Cindre ducking into a handspring roll that allows him to snag his machinegun on the way past.     The moment the two have their boots on the floor, they break off into a dead run in opposite directions, moving along an inward spiral towards the tank from both angles so that even were its gun to follow one, the other would be in its blindspot. Blanc dives into a high speed slide under the turret's vertical traverse, while Cindre leaps up on it from behind; vaulting the treds and climbing up onto the hatch, tossing Blanc the remainder of his charges. Producing a physical blade, Cindre jams it into the locking bolt of the hatch; putting his nearly maxed out strength points into the task of grinding away with the sharpened edge until the mechanism gives out; shooting digital sparks with every twitch of the point. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Shield yanked from her back, Amalie practically spins when Reker runs by, and uses it as an impromptu shield-board. But it's all well and good, he handled the shields on the thing, which means it's prettymuch time to move.     Without the weight of her super heavy shield dragging her down, Amalie's sprint speed kicks up a few paces.     She's going right for the tank, in the wake of Reker's slick shieldboarding, but where he goes down, she goes up. A leap onto the front of the tank, just past the barrel of the main gun. Both SMGs in hand she shoves their barrels at the view ports and decides to just try and empty the clips into it.     She's a nuisance at worst, a distraction at best while the others work on trying to cut and pry the hatch. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' When she first rushes in, Rhapsody ends up getting thrown hella-far by the electrical surge of the tank. When she lands, leaving her imprint in the snow, she just sits up, yelling, "Oh that is NOT FAIR!" before slowly climbing back up onto her feet. This is in time to see Reker go -sliding- -under- -the- -tank- on a shield! "... whoa." that was really cool. "GOOD JOB REKER!" She calls out again before charging for the tank again, tugging loose a few of the grenades she had gotten from Reker for Christmas.     If Kirito is close by as she charges, the swordman would have one of the grenades tossed to him with the pin still in it, "Lets carve us a Christmas Ham!" she calls before trying to lunge up onto the tank, coming down sword first. Link eat your heart out. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisen had an idea but it seems she does need to do the outfit change, she's not happy about doing this let alone in the field but what choice does she have? She dives into cover now behind at tree and she gets the menu open soon she ends up in a pair of black boot,s red shorts, what can only in the most kindest sense be called a winter mini jacket and long glove thankfully it's all green and she just sighs as she leaps back into combat making use of the gear's bonues aginst hte boss as Reker is now getting the shield down? She tosses several plasma grenade and gets back to moving though damn she's blushing something fearce right now after th grenades go off she'll land on the tank again level the shotgun and empty the damn clip at the door. "Your on the damn naughty list!" Yes she's angry embartasse and he's going to kick the hell out of this thing for it, seriously though she wants the drops! 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Good thing Kagura DIDN'T try to get at the turret before the electric shield was (hopefully) taken down. She takes a moment to reload her pistol, then leans out of cover, taking a few more shots at the tank - useless shots, maybe, but she's trying to help keep Nicholas from focusing on the players on his tank's roof. She's also still trying to come up with ways to limit the tank's mobility ... her grenades aren't anti-tank from the outside, after all. And it sounds like incendiary grenades are going to be the way to go ... which she doesn't actually have in her current loadout. Oh well. As was noted, GGO isn't really Yuna's kind of game, but she's here to help her friends. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Explosive, reactive armor explodes in Arthur's face, as do the impacts of several rockets. His body is burned and rattled viciously by explosions and shrapnel, but he keeps going. "COME ON OUT you BIG RED FUCK, I'll run out of EXPLODING ARMOR before I'll ever run out of your IGNOMINIOUS FATNESS." Arthur is probably in need of healing soon, but for now he refuses to /let himself feel wounding/.     He has a good thing going here. He attempts to bring his blending force to bear even more harshly on the armor plates impacted by the explosions of RPGs. There are many possible countermeasures for a hatch, but nobody expects you to SMASH THROUGH THE ARMOR! Arthur continues trying to blast through, and while it's unlikely he'll make a breach large enough to strike or get inside, he doesn't need to. He just needs to get a hole large enough that he can activate his ROCKET THRUSTERS and flood the tank with smoke and heat all at once, trying to disorient and burn Nick. Actually kinda trying to cook him alive in his tank.     There's still a lot of enthusiastic shounen yelling about this. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Just as Kirito nears his target.. ZAAAAAAAP!     "A... BARRIER...!" And a RATHER PAINFUL one of sorts. Kirito struggles at the arcing bolts for a few seconds - losing a good third of his health in the doing. He's eventually repulsed instead of breaking through as intended and snags the grenade in the middle of another backflip.     The young man's soon shielding his face from a storm of debris and dust and wind, but Reker's explosives to the trick. "That did it! Onward!     Flipping up and over Arthur he drops in to team up with Rhapsody. The Photon Saber ignites with another sizzle-crackle-HISS, and he brings it down for the hatch with a mighty STABBING FORCE. On contact, there's gonna be ONE HELL of a lightshow! All he needs to do is pry this thing open and then GRENADE! 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     With three people trying to pry at the hatch for the tank, it's not going to last. And soon enough the combined efforts bust the hatch open. Inside of there, Nicolas glares upwards at them, and fires a pistol up at the trio on top of the tank, but it seems that they're going to be able to drop the explosives inside without issue.     The various attacks from others serve a good purpose as well, shotgun blasts and SMG strikes against the tank's hull are chipping away at it's HP bar, Arthur's method proves quite effective as well, destroying the coaxial machine gun, and they're shifting the aggro rapidly between each player. With only the main tank cannon to fire, and it can't settle on a target long enough to get a shot off with the rapid strikes coming in.     "Get off of the tank as soon as you put the explosives in!" Reker yells at the crew on top, "Everybody else get to cover, that thing's going to go up like a roman candle when those grenades go off!" Reker himself grabs that shield back up and uses it for cover against the tank as they get ready to finish it off. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     Rhapsody didn't have to be told twice to get the heck out once she drops her grenade in. With the help of the others, the hatch gets pried off only to find Nick firing up at them all. Rhapsody actually flails a little and falls back, landing on her rump, though she's quick to recover. After a moment, she'd pry off a grenade, yank the pin with her mouth, drop it in, "Merry Christmas!" and then she'd dive off the tank, "FIRE IN THE HOLE, FOLKS!" she yells before trucking for cover. 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     Cindre takes the pistol shots without much fanfare, leaving luminescent red holes in his character model's shoulder as the sidearm eats chunks of his massive and heavily armoured healthbar. As soon as he rips he lock out, he kicks the hatch the rest of the way open and holds it there; long enough for everyone to pile in on it, but more importantly, just long enough for Blanc to vault up from the treads, leap over the hole, and deposit the entirety of her demolition charges straight through the hole, sending them bouncing into the cockpit. Task completed, both of Zwei's accounts dismount from the tank behind the turret, running towards the treeline to take cover from the inevitable shrapnel once Cindre squeezes the detonator trigger one last time. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' "Got it!" Kagura shouts to Reker ... then looks at the cover she's currently hiding behind, and how far it is from the tank, and how far something bigger and sturdier is. Cue running very, very fast and practically diving *under* her boulder of choice as if she's trying to tunnel into the snow. (She isn't actually.) 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     The hatch is up. Explosives are in. And Amalie's SMGs click empty.     She does not need to be told twice once she nabs her shield back she leaps the hell off the tank in a tumbling dive roll. She lands badly on her ass and looks confused for a moment before picking herself up, breaking for what should hopefully be minimum safe distance and then turtling behind her shield again and hopes her shield will hold through any explosions to follow. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     The hatch is forced open and shatters into shimmery, rising voxels as all broken things do. With this pretty array of particles covering him, Kirito reacts at full speed to Nicholas's pistol barrage!     *VVVVVVVVVVVVWHM!*     Molten sparks fly from the edge of his skillfully-interposed Photon Saber, negating the bullets one after another. And when Nicholas finally needs to take some other action.. Kirito pulls the pin on his grenade and HURLS it in then LEAPS away while grinning. "DOUBLE Fires!" 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "HEY FATMAN, LOOK OVER HERE YOU SHIT." Arthur is calling out. The rocket exhaust he blasts through the wreckage of the machine gun is superheated, incredibly difficult to see through and breathe in. "Don't look at those NERDS you DUMB FUCK, CHECK OUT MY SICK FIRES and KEEP THE EYES ON ME!" He's doing his god damndest to make sure Nick can't have his eyes on the grenades and toss them out. Fire will, ideally, stream in through the mechanisms to be an incredibly urgent distraction. Arthur is pinning himself to the tank with gravity while he blasts his smoke and heat into it.     Then he realizes everyone's completely bailed! Oh shit. He releases his gravity and allows the intense thrust of his broom to rocket him to safety! To safety, sort of. His broom kinda sputters in mid air and he winds up sort of slamming limply into the ground and rolling to a stop. It would appear those massive wounds are catching up with him. As his broom clatters to a stop nearby, he does his best to sort of crawl behind a tree, or Amalie, or something like that. He's kinda heavily wounded by now. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:''' The hatch is open, the grenades go inside. Everyone bails out of the tank. The grenades go off almost simultaniously and a few moments later, a huge jet of flames shoots out of the top of the tank. Only a few moments after that, there's a huge explosion as all of the tank's ammo goes up, and it launches the turret off of the tank and sends it spiraling through the air. It crashes and explodes into particles, as the tank does the same thing. Up above where the tank had been, there appears the following: CONGRATULATIONS!     Reker looks up at the word in the sky, and then around at everyone who's still standing. Each person who participated will get something to drop into their inventory. At least a blue quality item or better, from the looks of it. Reker moves over to where Arthur is, "We need to get you some medical attention ASAP. I doubt an in-game medic kit is going to work on you, man." He tries to help Arthur up to his feet, "You are one crazy son of a bitch, you know that? Thanks."     Looking back at everyone else, Reker just grins, "Great job, everybody! This'll definitely get us the attention we need to get!" 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "HA HA HA HA HA!" Arthur says, laughing from his prone position. "It'll take more than THIS to kill me! At least, what, TWO, maybe THREE more bullets!" He takes Reker's hand gratefully. "I think the in-game shit will TOTES work, though. I mean, if it's ANYTHING like VITALITY GEL in MY GAME, then, y'know." He gives a thumbs-up. "Besides, I may have gotten SCREWED on the CLASS ROLLING, but I'm still HARDCORE enough to TAKE IT! Like THIS."     Arthur gives out a dramatic yell and flexes really hard for some reason. Several pieces of shrapnel shoot out of his body, alongside a few small spurts of blood.     "Alright! So THAT was GREAT! Really got the BLOOD PUMPING, let's do MORE OF THAT!" He does a quick fistpump. He looks so unsteady that he won't actually be able to get up if he falls down again, but this seems to have gone well for him, somehow. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     For the record, Amalie moves up for Arthur's sake when he gtes to crawling, he shield gets between him and the explosions of the tank cooking off and popping from within. And Nicholas The Renegade is blown to smithereens and the raid is up.     Phew.     Slapping herself with a few medpacks to get her HP back to normal after that explosive fiasco, she is suddenly RIGHT BY ARTHUR.     "Ahhh! That was reckless! You could have been hurt badly!" Once again she does not seem to mind real blood in a VR Game at all, as if it were completely normal. "If you die, you'll never remember your past! You should listen to Reker, he knows what he's talking about, because he was a secret military super soldier made to save humanity from alien invasions." 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Kagura waves tiredly at Reker, letting out a less-enthusiastic-than-dictated "Hurrah" in response as she leverages herself back to her feet, brushing off snow. Then she hears Amalie disclosing Reker's backstory. Cue a facefault with enough kinetic (and emotional) energy to kick up a fresh spray of fluffy white powder. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "Who are you calling a nerd?" Kirito mutters. He doesn't mind it so much normally, but PUBLIC. Oh well. It's unlikely anyone heard that mutter. Standing up spiritedly, he puts on quite a show of twirling his beam saber and executing a few flourishy strikes at the air. In the same motion it's shut off and re-clipped to his belt. The man with the girly face looks over his shoulder to gauge Arthur's wounds, and deems... yeah, that's not TOO worrying. Aside from cleaning up some of the blood...     Yeah, it'll take more than that to put Arthur down, but damn...     Kirito hurries over to the fallen warrior and kneels. "I don't mind if you stink with a gun while FullDiving if it means less lethal injuries." He points out. Because who wouldn't be concerned for this crazy guy?     But Arthur's manner gets him grinning pretty quickly. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     "VICTORY!!" Rhapsody calls out after EXPLOSIONS are done. It's a pity that these are not explosions of SCIENCE!!! but she'll make do for now. "Good work everyone! That was great! We didn't even have to push him out into the mine.. field.." pause. Glance around, then at Reker. "um.. how do we get out?" she asks, suddenly very curious about all the mines. She at least, while waiting, has the thought to check her inventory to see what her drop was. 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     Though it had been unlikely that they would lose, Zwei still feels a sense of satisfaction at that tank going up in flames and the cheesy congratulations sign that goes up after it. The upgrades dealt out as loot will definitely be useful, but Arthur seems to have its attention more than anything. Cindre moves over while Blanc is busy with inventory tetris. "I doubt you value your life so little as to feel as if you were risking it for a videogame. Is that simply incredible confidence, or incredible pride, that you would rather nearly kill yourself than have to perform suboptimally?" 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:''' "Oh. Just use a recall crystal." Reker says, as he grins to Rhapsody, "You did buy those, right? If not I have plenty of spare ones." He digs around in his inventory for one and then tosses it to her. Turning to Arthur, he hands him a medic kit, "Here, patch yourself up with that. I have no idea how to treat you, I admit...Well I do, but not with an in game kit. And besides, I still say you need a hospital. Or a healer, I guess."     After heaing Amalie go over his backstory, he grins faintly and then hands her the shield back, "Thaks for letting me use it. As far as the aliens go, we'll definitely make sure they don't come back after they see what we did tonight." 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva just takes cover as things explode! The BulletArtist gets to observe the conflagaration from behind cover, oooooohing from a safe location. Special seasonal rare loot lands in Riva's Inventory, but she'll check it out later. At the moment, she's gathering up by the others, and clapping Arthur on the shoulder. "Come on guys, give the man some space! Holy crap, we all /kicked ass/ out there!" She exults, clapping her hands. "I haven't ever seen teamwork like that before. We all pulled through great." God knows how many will actually hear her though. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur plants one foot on a stray piece of wreckage and puts a finger up dramatically. Amalie and Cindre both get a sort of generalized response. "A MAN has a FUCKIN' OBLIGATION! Put EVERY OUNCE OF BLOOD and EVERY BIT OF HEART HE HAS into EVERYTHING HE DOES! NO EFFORT SPARED, NO BACKING DOWN!" This isn't an actual explanation. The actual explanation for Arthur willingly sustaining such severe wounding is not explained, and won't be explained for some time.     He grabs the medic kit from Reker dramatically! "THANKS." And then he SLAMS it bodily over his chest, spilling bandages and syringes and such all over him. For some reason, when the rush of medical supplies clears, he actually seems less injured. What? "ALSO," He says, making a fresh up-pointing gesture. "RESPAWN applies for ME TOO around here, if it's ANYTHING like ALO, so it's ALL GOOD!" Wait, what was the point of any of that speech then?! And then, hey, Riva! The shoulderclap gets a wide grin and the offer of a fistpound. "HELL YEAH, I gots the MAD GODDAMN TEAM SPIRIT up in here." 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva Banari totally gives Arthur MAD FISTBUMP ACTION. "Well, now that we WORKED HARD, it's time to go PARTY HARD. We should celebrate!" She looks around. "What kind of stuff is there for that around there?" 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe flops to the ground and as she sees they won and she shakes her head a little bit as she looks to Arthur for a moment with a bit of a helpeless look forgetting how she's feeling about her clothing she'll take a look at the drops later and she starts lauighing now as ARthur seems like he'll recover, right? S"So that was a heck of a run and umm we're all playing VR games we're all nerds." Shje pauses to check over her friend she'll worry about her modestly later and she tilts her head a little bit. She'll get out of the outfit soon enough. 

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Waking Up (Reker)

2014-12-17T16:04:17Z

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The air was cold as sensation started to return to his real body. Another successful evening of punishing the wicked and protecting the innocent. Sure, it was just a game, but that didn't make what he did any less important. More sensations return as the AmuSphere slowly turns off and Blake opens his eyes. It was still very cold inside of the room where he was laying.

He looked at the time readout on the visor, still fifteen minutes to go. He wouldn't be late this time. But his mind was stuck thinking about everything that had transpired. The ambush of the rookies, him swooping in to save the day and putting down a couple of griefers. Sure, they would be back. It wasn't like he could ban them, after all. Taking the headset off, he placed it on the table next to the bed and sat up. He ran a hand through his scruffy hair and then scooted off the bed and into the wheelchair sitting next to it.

He took a moment to rub his right leg, or what was left of it. The sensation of it being there after logging out isn't ever going to go away, he thinks. He sighs faintly and begins to head for the door, heading to his physical therapy session.

The doctors made it clear, he has to make it to these or they'll take away the game. He needs the game, it's the only way he feels like he can help anybody any more. Those rookies he saved today, they'll keep playing the game instead of quitting because of him. They'll get to see everything GGO has to offer, because he stepped in to save them when nobody else would. But all this time spent hunting griefers and trolls wasn't bringing him any closer to being anywhere near good enough to win the Bullet of Bullets competition.

Last time he didn't even make it past qualifiers...This time was going to be different. He'd buckle down and give it everything he has. And part of that meant getting to his physical therapy session on time. He wheeled himself a bit faster down the hall, mind still racing with thoughts about GGO and not about his session.

Waking Up (Reker)

2014-12-17T16:03:06Z

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2014-12-17T15:53:30Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     So Reker has not been logging on from the required logon points that Kirito set up. Naturally Kirito wants to know why. After unsucessfully trying to convince Kirito not to worry about it, Reker gave up and offered to meet him at the Cafe. Kirito made him swear not to come in Wander mode after the last time, and Reker agreed. Of course he hasn't shown up yet, so he's probably already running late. For now the cafe seems quiet, it's not late enough for the usual crowd to be showing up, after all. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Kirito's not here. Kirigaya Kazuto's here instead. And he's waiting patiently at one of the tables. He's got a glass of water, nothing more. Not that Agil will mind much!     He's not going to make any smart-alec remarks about this. Yeah. He knows something fishy is up, but coming to the cafe wasn't his idea exactly. If there's a reason to not login from a secure spot... it'd have to be a nasty one.     Kazuto's sharper than he looks, after all. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Sheena is tall nearly six feet but she's still abit on the gaunt size she's still not regained all the mass she's lost. She's got red hair that's in a long pony tail she's wearing a jacket with an old but very huge MMORPG from Aemerica, which ironically was getting a reboot boot due to the seed. Soon man and Orc would be butting heads once more. She however seeme ot be in a fairly good mood and she had a santa hat on, she's milkshake of some sort shich she's just sipping at. She also suspects as much as she looks over to Kirito. "Kirito? My father wants to make an actual tradtional christmass dinner for your family rather than say KFC." 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     The door to the cafe finally opens up again, letting in the light from the outside. Nobody comes inside for a few moments however, the door looking like somebody is propping it open with something. After a short bit of time, though, the back of a set of wheels appears, and soon the rest of the chair they are attatched to follows.     The guy sitting in the chair resembles Reker's avatar almost exactly, save for several differences. This guy looks like somebody blew up the right half of him. Deep scars across his face and an eyepatch covering where his right eye should be, a few missing fingers on his right hand and, of course, the leg missing from just above the knee. Once he's inside, he turns the chair around to take a look at the cafe, spotting Sheena and Kazuto, "You have no idea the favors I had to call in to get all the way over here from the Naval hospital, man. But I know this meeting place was my idea." 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "Oh?!" Kazuto's just as interested in the prospect of good food as anyone else. His face lights up when he turns to face Sheena! "Joining up for a double family meal doesn't sound like a bad idea. We'll have to see what Suguha thinks." He'd love to have Asuna there too but she has her own family... and family troubles...     Either way when the cafe's bell rings, he turns to look and... face blanks at Reker.     It's a full five seconds before his expression changes to. It goes from casual to ... a bit shocked... then damned serious. "... R-...Reker?!" Yeah. His face is even a bit pale. But all the shock drains away soon enough. "...I'd wondered if it was something like this... the reason you weren't moving about as yourself. Sorry, I shouldn't've asked about this!" 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe looks to Renker and pauses for amoment she had a friend in SAO who was pretty messed up but not even /this/ badly she has a look of shock on her face it's not bad she's just stunned and now she understands for a moment. "I... Reker. I didn't even think, I'm sorry and ... I'm Sheena." Her face is identical oddly to Tomoe's minus the hair and the ears. "It's good to meet you and I can suspect the level of favours you need to fall in." 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:''' Reker waves his left hand a bit as Kazuto tries to appologize, "It's fine, it's fine...And you can call me Blake, if we're going to be doing introductions out of the game...Blake Brooks, to be specific. At least I wasn't a girl, I'd probably be Brooke Brooks, knowing my folks." He laughs a little bit and pulls his chair up to the table the two are at. "I figured you guys would find out sooner or later about this. I'd kinda rather you find out on my terms than stumble into some hospital room where I'm laying unconcious in a bed hooked up to an Amusphere." He looks between the two of them for a second, "Besides I'm not so bad off anymore that I can't get out and about from time to time." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe snickers at Blake's joke and says "Sheena Armstrong. AKA Tomoe the Iron Lily and Eisen. I can understand and honestly it still shows what the technology can do for good. Then again this is comming from someone who sat down to play game with friends I'd made here on exchange and ... we get trapped in a mad man's murder game for over two years. Funny how that goes the cafe's owner he's surivor as well..." 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "..." Kazuto springs an uneasy but friendly enough smile. "Kirigaya Kazuto. Nice to meet you, Blake." He's far younger than Reker, no doubt of that, so there's a new level of awkward here. But he gestures towards the table for Reker to pull up. "yeah. I'd probably feel the same way in your position. You want anything? It is a cafe!" 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:''' "Well I didn't drive, so a beer would be great." He says, as he grins and shifts his weight a bit, "Anyway. You wanted to know the real reason I hadn't been logging on from any of the designated zones, it's because I'm in one that's secure enough." He says, "Though if the Union wants me to move into one of their facilities, I am sure they could convince the Navy that a transfer is in order." Older or not, Reker can tell just by looking at them that they've seen their own share of combat. He knows they're both SAO survivors, and while that might not leave the kind of physical scars that he has, mental scars can be far worse. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' The things you could live through as an avatar like what the laughing coffin did to Sheena? She'd have died quickly had she been in the flesh. She thinks for a moment losing her self in the terrible memory being impaled upon a tree the blade being twisted and being froced to watch worse things she snales out of it after a moment. "Its your choice I don't think deathgun would have the resources to get past but then again if Deathgun's from the multivse?" Still it's clear Sheena had flashed back to something and Reker is more right than he knows right now. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Agil'll probably react not too dissimilar to Kirito, but he's older and more professional. Since he's now played though Kirito's player won't think of spoofing him.     "Yeah. A military hospital's no joke." He's seen his share of things, that's for sure. Because Kazuto's deducing a lot very quickly. No naive and ignorant nonsense from this kid! Because... yeah, he's kinda just a kid.     "Sheena's right though. ... If you're willing to risk it then what can I say on the matter...?" 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:''' "I think it's for the best if, for now, I stay put. Don't take it the wrong way, but I really don't want most of the Union knowing about me. At least not this me. I'd rather they just kinda know about Reker. At least for the time being." He takes the beer once it arrives at the table and has a quick drink. He looks over the two of them again for a few moments, and then takes another drink. This is how he knows they've seen terrible things, way worse than someone their ages should have seen. Most people almost immediately ask him what happened to him. He doesn't usually like to talk about it, but he trusts these two. "Since I know you're wondering...I was on a mission in Korea. Group of terrorists had planted a bomb in a truck outside of a big diplomatic meeting...I couldn't disarm the bomb, so I jumped in the truck and drove it as far away as I could. I figured I was dead either way but at least I could save people..Lucky for me the explosion didn't kill me outright." 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     The face Kazuto makes isn't really pleasant. But it's full of sympathy even as it darkens and his lips tighten up. He hates hearing of people put in such miserable situation. It puts him right into a fit of terror that he has to put every effort towards suppressing - lest it make him VERY visibly flip out.     "What a thing to be through. Now I see why you prefer FullDive. So you're here in Japan to recover?" He tries to lighten his tone and stay friendly, but man. THAT... that is augh. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe says "Right we might ask command to post an elite or two the hospital just incase right?" That would be the best soultion if Deathgun was from off world even a pair of minor elites would be able to do some good there right? She won't press it however. She takes a moment o listen and she listens and stares a littke at what she heard and understands as she hears the tale. "That was beave..." 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:''' "I appreciate the gesture." Blake says to Sheena, before looking back over to Kazuto for a second, "Well the unit I was with was based out of Okinawa. I was actually going to pick up SAO when it launched...But we had an operation and I was out of the country at the time...Initially I was pissed, but I figured I'd get it later.." He shakes his head a bit, "Anyway. When I got hurt we evac'd back to an aircraft carrier based out of the base on Okinawa and from there I got moved to my current residence after I was stable. Or so I'm told, truth is I was unconcious for all of that." 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "...." Kazuto's face turns flabbergasted for a bit. Then he can only sigh out his disgruntlement at that arrangement. "A slight difference in release dates or other things..." And maybe Reker would've been in SAO? And probaly died? Instead he saves people in reality and gets his body shredded?     Kazuto's rarely ever encountered such a nasty twist of fate. He forces a smile. "Well, with any luck, the Union can have you walking and more later, once you've recovered!" 

:'''{{#var:656|Agil (656)}} has posed:'''     The door into the back of the cafe swings open and Andrew walks out, wearing his usual white shirt, black paints and waist apron. He walks up to his lovely wife, who had been serving up until now. Giving her a quick kiss on the forehead, he says, "Thanks dear, I can take it from here."     As his wife heads into the back, Andrew walks over to those still here and nods in greeting, "Hey guys. Sorry about that." He chuckles quietly, "Sometimes I wonder which is harder, facing down a raid boss, or balancing the books." 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Kazuto stands up, raring for a fistbump with Agil in greeting! "Definitely the raid bosses! You ever heard paper roar?" Though once greetings are over he'll seat himself again. And exhales wearily. "Here we go again. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe looks up to Angil and grins for a moment. "It doesn't roar but it does however crush you none the same. It's good to see you Agil you know. This ia Agil one of our friends from SAO, heck of a tank and a merchant who saved a lot of lives." 

:'''{{#var:656|Agil (656)}} has posed:'''     "Only in my dreams!" Andrew returns the fistbump, naturally. He then grins at Sheena, "It also draws real blood! I'll take a whack from a boss over a papercut anyday."     Greetings exchanged, Andrew picks up a glass and a cloth and begins to clean it. He then nods slowly in agreement with Kazuto, "I swear, it's like trouble seeks us out." He hadn't been directly involved in the ALO stuff, but he still helped in the background. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "You don't have to help with this one, you know." He offers tentatively, uncertain just how Agil's taking this. Well no, he knows how Agil's taking this or he wouldn't e speaking like that. But still...     Someone could really get killed.     "Especially with Christmas right around the corner!" 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Sheena smiles a little bit at Agil for a moment and then says "You ahve a point and yes that dinner offer is still there. Seriiously KFC was devous with how they did their marketing on Christmas here in Japan. You know where I'm coming from right Andrew? Anyway I don't think we're going to talk him out of this one Kiri." 

:'''{{#var:656|Agil (656)}} has posed:'''     Andrew pauses in cleaning the glass at Kazuto's words... "This is some bad stuff. Not SAO bad... But probably more than ALO bad. Assuming it's not all just a coincidence."     At the mention of Christmas, Agil sighs and rubs the back of his neck, "Yeah... Hell of a time for it." He then grins at Sheena's words. Especially the last bit, "Damn straight. You guys are like-No. You guys ARE family. No way I'm sitting on the sidelines." Andrew smiles, "Kathy's behind me on this. She'd hate to see any of you hurt too." 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Well, Kirito's gonna take that as 'Agil's going to go straight at it.' His expression flickers towards uncertain briefly, but the solemn nod he offers Agil only slightly hides his worry. AgilIS family. He doesn't really want to risk family more than is neecessary.%R    So it's back to working extra-hard to keep everyone safe, isn't it?     But his words bring some confidence to him, and Kirito manages to smile. "Well, then we'd better not disappoint her!" 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe Says "Yes we're one bizzar extened family ain't we? Then we fell into more insanity, I still wonder why I kept logging on if that make any sense and your wife needs to play with us when things are not crazy seriously Andrew. Also I met this guy who /bigger/ than either of us seriouly Gamagori is /huge/." 

:'''{{#var:656|Agil (656)}} has posed:'''     Andrew gets a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smirks, "Besides, I've already converted my ALO avatar and scored myself some gear."     Andrew then chuckles at Sheena, "But if she's playing with me, who's going to look after the cafe?" He then raises an eyebrow, "Oh really?" Bigger than him? Psh! 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Kirito's eyes go wide momentarily, showing... a bit of nervous awkwardness. "A-already? Sheesh. I hope you aved your appearance for the return trip!" Well, the instructions on how to do that were made pretty clear thankfully... "I plan on making a few adjustments when we're all done. Yui's been complaining about Kirito's hair being too spiky." And he, unlike the others, never did take the original offer for restoring his SAO appearance... he just got lucky and came 'kinda close' when he converted to ALO. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe says "Heh I'd been playing GGO on an alt account since March si I'm going pretty good I kinda wanted a game to get away from ALO when I wanted to you know get away form being that ALF who played SAO you know?" 

:'''{{#var:656|Agil (656)}} has posed:'''     Andrew nods quickly at the mention of saving his appearance, then says, "Plus, I got my GGO avatar looking pretty close too." He looks at Sheena, "I considered going with a different look, to differentiate myself from ALO and SAO." He grins and shrugs, "But then I figured it wouldn't really be Agil then."     Andrew turns to eye Kazuto for a moment, then chuckles, "I thought the spiky hair was more badass. But then you can't say no to the little lady, right?" 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "Hoh? Yeah. Oddly enough, I've gotten so used to everyone looking like they do in the flesh that seeing otherwise is a bit disorienting." Kirito points out, slightly chagrined at his own silly quirk. And carefulyl saying nothing about his own predicament.     He does nod to Tomoe though. "Uweh, you never even told me." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe looks at Kirito and makes a face. "What it's a western made shooter games they histroically are not that popular I figured it wouldn't be your thing As for Gear Agil I can hook you up with some things and stop giving me that look Kiri..." 

:'''{{#var:656|Agil (656)}} has posed:'''     Andrew nods in agreement with Kirito, wiping his clith around the edge of the glass, "Yeah, all that time in SAO... Even in ALO, we weren't all that different. Plus the time we see each other here... It would be kind of weird."     Andrew nods to Tomoe, "I've heard of GGO before and considered it. But I don't have a lot of time as it is so until now figured I'd just stick with ALO." He then waves her off, "Thanks for the offer, but I should be good, for now. I know a guy who owed me a favour. Managed to get myself some decent stuff." He grins, "I think you'll appreciate it..." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe says "I can't wait to see and I got to wonder about what you'd think of my avatar hummmm? I don't think your going to expect how I look in GGO." The randomizer had an interesting sense of humopr indeed. 

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1095/Gun Gale Online - Introductions

2014-12-07T21:27:31Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     After the meeting was over, Reker had vanished from the cafe, quite literally, as he had logged out. It was a short while later when he had logged back in and hoofed it to the SBC Glocken, where all of the new arrivals would be showing up. Still dressed in the same gear he had been in the meeting, this time he would be standing by near where the new arrivals first come in after going through the account transfer/creation process.     At least the Union was probably fronting the bill for all the copies of the game and subscriptions. Short of putting up a big neon sign that says 'Gatecrashers Union Welcome!' he has opted to spawn his light tactical vehicle in the street and is sitting on the hood. He hopes people will recognize him and not go wandering off into the city. 

:'''{{#var:4|Alicia T. Harlaown (4)}} has posed:'''     After the meeting at the cafe had dispersed, Alicia returned back to her small apartment at TSAB HQ... With a quick stop by the store on the way to grab herself a copy of GGO. Soon after she organised to have her precious ALO inventory stored and then proceeded through the conversion process.     Soon enough a newbie avatar appears in the world of GGO. Alicia had gone with the random appearance, deciding it might be better for now... So the brunette hair avatar, Aicila, takes a few steps and whistles at the sight of the tremendous city.     Her attention is soon drawn by the nearby parked vehicle, "Oh cool." As she walks a little closer, she recognises the man sitting on the hood, "Hey, you're that guy..." 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' The sad thing? Some extra funds for the costs of a MMO game and whatever rig was needed to play it was probably -not- the strangest request from Procyana to cross Miss C's desktop. Then again seeing as it was her employers wanting her to check out how much of a threat these incidents could possibly be, they probably had something set aside already. Sometimes that codgy old cougar just likes making her fill out forms because she knows how much Procyana hates it. Regardless of that, here she arrives. After having taken a fair amount of time to work out an avatar that at least looks something like herself. Just without the big fuzzy tail. Same bright red hair, a slightly tanned complexion in leiu of pelt, light blue eyes... Maybe later she'll pick up a pair of shades or something to substitute for the face mask. Later. Appearances aren't that big of a matter right now. After a moment to get comfortable with the set up, she rubs the back of her head with one hand. "I'm kinda having a weird deja vu moment here..." Big city in middle of post disaster wasteland? She's been to a few planets where that's the -good- part of the sightseeing. Nevermind it's not the first time she's been in a recreative simulation like this. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     SPACE BATTLE CRUISER GLOCKEN, or SBC Glocken. Main capital city for pretty much everything in the Gun Gale Online setting. According to in-game lore, Earth was devastated by an ancient conflict, the environment wrecked. Humanity fled in giant spaceships and only recently returned to resettle, but they've been stymied by the presence of mutated monsters, renegade killbots, and even the occasional lawlessness and internal conflicts of the many squadrons of mercenaries and hunters who strive to reclaim territory. In space, heavy physical weapons were frowned upon and replaced with sleek energy weapons, but now that humans have returned to their roots they've found a need for the rare weapons of old which are much more effective at piercing energy shields. But those who can make them are a rarity indeed, so those on the market are often salvaged and refurbished.     That's the story, anyways.     SBC Glocken is a city of tall metal spires and corridors that became streets. Walkways criss-cross the sky to link buildings and the aesthetics are best described as 'gothic meets las vegas,' never mind the occasional full metal road that hasn't been paved over.     KIRITO is nowhere to be found where Reker asked people to meet. He is on nobody's friends lists yet, so in-game messages cannot reach him. Going off to look for him in a city this big probably won't be of too much help...     But he's here alright.     Many blocks away, a short figure one could barely believe to be male is staring at their reflection in a highly-polished, gleaming wall - not quite a mirror, but it works for his(?) purpose...     "Wh--... WHAT THE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL.. IS... THIIIIIIIIS?!?!"     Yeah. Waiting on Kirito is probably not a good idea. 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' Asuna had made her way back to the safety of the Union HQ to log in. once there, she deliberates - she had swapped Asuna into her Sylph, Erika, so instead, it is with some thought that she stores her Undine, who is nearly just as powerful as her Sylph, and then converts her over to the new game. Asuna takes care and deliberation when making her decisions in the game set up. There is a long silence afterwards before it drops the crop top and skirt wearing Asuna finds herself in the capital city, and she takes a moment to peer at her outfit. It's... a little KoBish, which doesn't really bother her too much. She meets up with the group a few minutes later. "Heeey. Where's Kirito?" 

:'''{{#var:451|Karian Icefang (451)}} has posed:'''     After the meeting, and transferring his gear to an alt, Karian logged into GGO, after finding a copy for himself. With his stuff secured, Thunderwolf walked and set up as room guard, Karian jumped in. Going through chargen, he picked the option to make himself look like the weathered warrior he was. It took a second for him to get used to seeing through one eye, but once he did, he tried to find people he knew. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Kuklos ka Amalthea Schmendrick-Fortuna does not play these kinds of games. She's not an MMO girl. She showed up to that meeting on pure fact that she was hanging out with Psyber at the time he was going. So she's not here when it comes time to meet the group.     At least that's her cover.     One of the people who shows up at the union and Gatecrasher rendezvous point already has a few levels under her belt. Not a lot, but enough experience and starter quest gear to show the work of someone who's been casually playing for at least a handful of days.     Why her gear is all maid themed and wearing an eyepatch is a complete goddamn mystery, but she must have shelled out some cash for that.     She's sort of lingering by Reker's vehicle, bot not approaching, not engaging, and otherwise wandering back and forth in that 'I am a completely lost newbie manner' way. 

:'''{{#var:4|Alicia T. Harlaown (4)}} has posed:'''     Aicila turns around as Asuna soon joins them, "Oh, hey Asuna... No, I haven't seen him yet. Maybe he got in early?" She looks around at the sights, "Very impressive city! A little bit dark, perhaps. But I think it sets the mood well."     Aicila notices the arrival of an old, worn, one-eyed war vet. Yeah, that would probably be Karian. She gives a wave to draw his attention... But she then blinks at the maid wandering around, lost looking, nearby... Is she with the GU? Odd choice for gear. Though the thought of a maid shooting stuff up does sound fun... 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' There'as another here Tomoe had a little thing she'd not tolk anyone but they would be findig out shortly there's a woman of mixed aisen decent with red hair which has some interesting highlights and wearin a form fitting suit of owme soet with a few bits of heavy armour ove ra few more vital area. She'd just taken a trip to the merchan Risen as she's known here was moving to catch up with Reker's craft and has a smirk on her face as she's looking everyone and says. "SO this everyone for Reker's little get together?" 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     As the group gathers around his vehicle, Reker takes stock of those who are gathered, "Okay so I admit I don't know who most of you guys are...Either in the game or out of it, but this is a good chance for me to get to know you all. So who's not familiar with the menu system in VRMMOs?" He asks, looking through the group.     Assuming everybody has a basic knowledge of how to use their menus, this'll make his life a lot easier. He does turn his attention to Tomoe as she comes up, and tilts his head curiously, "I know you and I have met before...Night before I figured out how to turn on Wander Mode, in fact..I just thought you were another player." 

:'''{{#var:451|Karian Icefang (451)}} has posed:'''     "We met out of the game, for the alien event and at the cafe. Karian Icefang." Karian says, hoping that his character spoke with his accent. He folds his arms, and gives a nod to everyone else. 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' Asuna is, frankly, still horrendously identifiable as Asuna. "Yeah, but I /know/ Kirito, he should have been the first person here..." She knows how VRMMOs work so she stays quiet as Reker starts the newbie guide. 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     For a change, Zwei had no prior awareness of a concerted cross-factional effort to investigate GGO. The Armiger had been drawn to the game after stumbling upon the rumours regarding a certain Death Gun while sifting through the enormous amount of internet data it does every day. It had sounded credible enough to be worth investigation, but, in reality, Zwei is interested in the concept of digitally assassinating someone over a wireless connection. Saving further victims may only be an eventual side effect.     Of course, the rumour isn't very old, so it hadn't been 'playing' for very long. It had already taken several dummy accounts to test the limits of what the system would allow before tripping cheat protection and getting banned. To compensate, Zwei is spoofing a pair of accounts using two Amuspheres; running them in the background of daily tasks. One is a woman with her hair and skin colours set to zero saturation and maximum lumosity, and the other is a fully-masked male at the maximum size available in character creation; multistat builds each, focusing on agility, and strength plus vitality respectively. Their names: Blanc and Cindre.     Both of them happen to be there as the party starts gathering around the newbie port. A suspiciously large number of fresh accounts. "What's this, what's this? A company bonding exercise? Classmates? A guild from another game? I'm guessing the first one!" Blanc asks. Cindre seems content to test Reker's vehicles suspension. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     That maid's attention is now on Reker. Is he going to give tips to the new kids?     Scooting a little closer to find out, she still doesn't say a single thing. Though she is edging INTO the gathering now. 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' Procyana merely folds her arms and waits while Reker explains some of the more redumentary stuff to the people that may need it. She's familiar enough with the general concept to figure out menus and such. It's the basics of the game itself she's interested in. Professionally and personally. Seriously. The lady does not have much for hobbies outside her job. 

:'''{{#var:4|Alicia T. Harlaown (4)}} has posed:'''     Aicila might not be as much of a VRMMO vet as some people here, but she has played ALO for a while. So she's fairly confident in her basic VRMMO skills. It's more this setting that she hopes to learn about. Though of course she's happy to wait for the newbies to get through their lessons, joining Cindre in inspecting Reker's vehicle, saying quietly, "I think this could be fun!" 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe smirks for a moment "I don't like to make too much noise about who I am. People like me tend to get a lot of attention real fast when they find out you played that one game. Still got to admit I like this avatar I'm not smacking my head on blood doorframes. Seriously I think I left a forhead impression at Kirito houses door frames. It is a good game and Reker forgive me for not telling you sooner, I played GGO to just be able to play something without a repuation." She folts her arms and looks over the otehrs and hteir avatar smirking a bit. "It is damn good fun but it is a western game so the design is more set up for western gameers I never figured Kirito, Asuna or most of the otehr save maybe Angil might be interested in this game." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     SOMETIME AFTER THE MEETING:     Arthur Lowell sits atop his Skull Tower, snapping every so often. Space around him sparks as he does. Snap. it flutters, vaguely. "Come on, fuckin' thing..." He mutters under his breath. "CATCH you PIECE OF SHIT..." He whispers, under his breath. "Gotta be SOMEWHERE that SOMEONE isn't looking..."     Snap. A manhole in some dark alleyway in Glocken, somewhere, pops open. Arthur crawls out. "FUCK FIREWALLS." He declares, quietly, as he shuffles out of an alleyway. Then there's a lot of wandering through the area. His current clothing doesn't fit, precisely, but it's close enough. When he eventually gets to the agreed-upon location, he sees the lesson in progress. "TUTORIAL MAN, how's it HANGIN? And here's EVERYONE I DON'T FUCKIN' RECOGNIZE." He grins, giving a vague, waving greeting to the assorted visually mixed-up gang. "Which one'a you SCRAMBLED-ASS DUDES is KIRITO? Oh wait, there's only ONE DUDE I don't know." He peers at Karian. Yeah, not Kirito.     "Well OKAY then. If KIRITO'S tryin'a be more FASHIONABLY LATE than I AM, he's 'bout to get DISAPPOINTED. NEW GUY!" That's Reker, presumably. "Heard you know the STRAIGHT DOPE about WHERE'S WHERE. Gotta get that SPECIAL BUSINESS HID, you up for that while you run the NEWBIES through their NOISE?" He's trying to prompt Reker to do this while he walks with the group; he has to get Reker's guidance to set up the Gate to the physical world here in a secret place!     This might possibly walk the group dead-on into Kirito while he's having one of those awkwardness-ridden moments or something, possibly, if that's how the lay of the land works. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     "Alright folks, looks like most of you have some.." He pauses to look at Asuna, "Varying levels of experience with VRMMOs, so if you guys wanna go ahead, open up your menus like so.." He swipes his left hand down to open up the menu as a demo, "And you can equip your starting weapon. Your gear you have should provide base level stats." He glances at his truck as the suspension gets tested, and laughs a bit. Turning back to Tomoe, he nods in response to her, "Once everybody's got their pistol equipped, we'll head that way." He points towards a big gate nearby, "And hit up the first starting zone. There'll be a couple of quest giver NPCs out there, and you'll be fighting some bandits. Pretty simple AI, they won't be too dificult for you, unless you get swarmed by them."     "I'm sure Kirito will be joining us out there soon enough. I know a lot of you guys transfered over your ALO accounts, so you don't need to level up, but I want you to get the gist of how this system works before we start raiding dungeons looking for Legendary drops."     There's a brief pause before he looks at the group, "And make sure your energy shields are turned on. The bandits all use energy weapons, so the shields will allow you to take a few hits before you go down. Once you're all ready, follow me!"     He hops down from his vehicle and heads for the big gate. The truck will despawn once he goes through it, so lets hope that Cindre has jumped off by then. As he gets to the gate he stops and looks back at Arthur, "Don't worry, I have a good place we can set up, but we don't want to put it down in the newbie area, since there'll be way too many prying eyes. I'll give you the coordinates once we find Kirito." 

:'''{{#var:451|Karian Icefang (451)}} has posed:'''     Karian grins towards Arthur. "I'm almost offended by that look, Arthur." He says with a jovial laugh. He looks into his inventory and gets the pistol equipped. Once the shield is on, he follows suit. "So, how does combat work? I'm assuming that with the emphasis on gunplay it's on a faster pace then ALO." 

:'''{{#var:4|Alicia T. Harlaown (4)}} has posed:'''     Aicila quickly brings up her menu, equipping the energy pistol within her inventory. After the holstered weapon materializes on her waist, she pulls it out and looks at it, "Cool... Reminds me of Teana's." She holsters it once more and begins to follow Reker out of the city, activating her shield as she does. 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' Asuna grins slightly at the look Reker gives her. Yeah, she knows she breaks the experience base here, so... she is idly however tabbing through her inventory, remembering as he mentions it to activate her shield, her gun appearing in a holster on her left thigh as they make their way out of the city. She glances over at Arthur, then shrugs. Then she dives through the gate. #yol3. "Kir-i-/toooo/!" She says in exasperation on her way, though. Damn husbands. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "Man, fuck waitin' for KIRITO, dude can CATCH UP. Let's be STRAIGHT here, like, is there any way he's NOT wound up in some DUMB SHENANIGANS with some FLIGHTY BROAD in a HILARIOUS MISUNDERSTANDING? No OFFENSE Asuna, but your BOYFRIEND'S pro'lly got his shit WAYLAID by FEMININITY, no fuckin' doubt with that guy. Gots the CURSE worse than ME." Arthur rambles irreverently in his usual casually obnoxious way as he's swaggering his way on through the Gate. He's not got anything to set up yet, so no reason to wait! Just gonna get on through. 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     "Oh! Hi Arthur!" Blanc waves to the space wizard. "That's a creative way of cheating! I was just doing it the boring way earlier! I actually wondered for a femtosecond how you got your avatar to look exactly like you!" Even if he hadn't jumped into the game that way, Arthur's vocal tic would make him impossible to mistake for anyone else. Meanwhile, Zwei should be pretty difficult for Arthur to not notice, assuming he has the slightest familiarity with French. "So these are all your friends? Syndicate buddies? You don't mind if 'we' come along do you?" Cindre inclines his head to look at Reker's username. "Yes. Both of us." Totally two seperate people. Nothing to see here.     "For some bizarre reason, shields in this world only work on energy weapons. Energy weapons are basically flat out superior to ballistic ones in almost all parameters, but since all smart players have shields on them, they'll always deal way less damage in a player versus player situation, making PvP the exclusive domain of firearms. Makes sense, since it's an American game selling itself on gun culture rather than straight sci-fi." Shortly before going through the gate, Blanc has a shiny white laser SMG in her hands, and Cindre has a heavy plasma blaster, both on the lower end of the price spectrum. Only so much money someone can earn in a week. 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' Asuna pauses all of five seconds. "No, you're probably right." She says with a resigned look on her face. 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' Okay, sounds basic enough. She flicks open her menu and goes through. Starting gear, check. We'll poke a bit more at analyzing stats later, though if it's anything akin to her usual combat style that shouldn't be too hard. Energy shield, check. Starting weapon... there it is. Check. She pauses to pull the gun out once its equipped and turn it over in her hand. Effective, but very simple compared to what she totes in the Real World. She shrugs a little and restows it until they get to the actual fighting. "I feel so low tech right now," she murmurs wryly, mostly to herself, and she strides out alongside the others. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     So huh, this maid chick? She hasn't gone away. In fact as Reker leads the group to the gate for the starter area, she's kind of... Following. It's at a little bit of a distance, but she's rifling through her inventory slowly while piddling after the group. Everything looks mostly good.     Still sticking out like a sore thumb, though. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     In truth, Kirito WAS one of the first people to log on. He's been perhaps a full half hour or hour, having started long before he said he would.     During this time, he's been mistaken for a girl three times, eventually started going with it to get some directions, gotten lost twice, ended up at the market, got mistaken for a girl even more times, and...     Well, there's at least more respectable things he ended up spending his time on, right? Probably? Hopefully?     *VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*     A three-wheeled motorcycle with a camo paintjob comes screeching and barreling down the streets and towards the gate, engine roaring! It skids and fishtails, but the short driver keeps it under control. They blast through the gate and go flying over anyone on the other side, somehow not barreling into anyone. The buggy keeps on screeming forward over whatever rough terrain's out there for some distance... all anyone will get a chance to see at that glance? Long black hair flapping in the wind... 

:'''{{#var:4|Alicia T. Harlaown (4)}} has posed:'''     Aicila blinks for a moment at Arthur's words, but then can't help but giggle quietly at Asuna's response. She briefly pats poor Asuna on the shoulder as the group continues forward.     Noticing the unknown maid following them, Aicila pauses for a moment to consider her... She still doesn't recognise her. But, no reason to be rude. She looks like a newbie too, so they might as well help her too.     Aicila gives the maid a smile and waves for her to catch up, "Come on! We're going to shoot some stuff!" At which point Aicila instinctively ducks as something goes flying over their heads...     Once she's sure it's safe, she pops up again and looks in the direction of the shrinking vehicle, "Uh... What was that?" 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "HELL, I'm FAMOUS!" Arthur says, not missing a beat as someone random here knows him. "SURE THING, TAG ALONG, whoever you are! Gotta couple FRIENDS. SYNDIE BUDS. With MIXED NUTS." He's possibly not recognized Zwei yet! He's noticed them, sure, but he's not connected 'white in french' to 'white in german' and therefore is just sort of mentally scrambling to discern who that is. Oh well, at least he's being cool about it!     There's a grin to Asuna. "You bein' UNDERSTANDING of his DEBILITATING CONDITION is so GREAT, y'know that?" And to Karian, "Man, like HALF the stuff I do, SOMEONE oughta be OFFENDED by--" And then another vehicle goes barreling over the group while Arthur only just now notices a Stalker Maid, which is to say, Amalthea, and is occasionally peering at her, squinting.     He remains cooly unreactive to all this, mostly. "So, it's been like TEN MINUTES and THREE completely fuckin' WEIRD things have showed up nearby. You think this game's gonna CALM ITS SHIT about now, or...?" He watches the motorcycle go by. "HEY, WATCH THE ROAD, LADY." 

:'''{{#var:451|Karian Icefang (451)}} has posed:'''     Karian blinks his good eye as he spots the bike and the rider. "Whoever that is is acting just like a Bloodclaw, wreckless." He says. Then he gives a nod to Arthur. 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' Asuna peers at the two people she doesn't know. She figures they must be friends if they're there, so she just gives them a nod. Maid-Ammie gets a bit of a blink though, but, well... Asuna can't be too discerning, after all. She shakes her head at Arthur, opening her mouth to say something - then her mouth shuts as the 'female' biker goes zooming past them. She turns /incredibly/ slowly, looking at the figure on the bike. She stares at the hair. Then she slowly, /very very slowly/, lifts a finger in the air. "Kirito-kun?" 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe is now seeing that others are joining the party and she smirking at Renker she itklt he rhead a bit and the name is differen here just use that I'd appicate it honestly." With that she'll get in and will take a trid she smirks "I didn't transfer I been playing since Early March." She keeps with the group for a moment and checks her weapon load out the newbies would have the energy weapons so she's got the solid slug and has a spaz12 across her back also there's a big old knife on seath on the small of her back. "Right least it's not bullshit lore wise... and there's someone else humm woah shose the new girl?" 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     The gate opens up into what looks to be an abandoned town. Urban environment. No skyscrapers or anything crazy, but it was a city at some point. Looks like a group of bandits have set up shop in a store, and the storekeeper is looking for anyone brave or foolish enough to get those bandits out of there.     Reker had turned around to wait for everybody when somebody goes flying straight over the group on a buggy and vanishes down the road, "Fuckin' newbies always think they can handle the buggies. Hope it doesn't explode when she crashes it." He mutters, as he waits for the group. At the request from Blanc and Cindre, Reker nods, "The more the merrier, especially if you know him." He jerks his thumb at Arthur.      "Alright folks, get the quest from the NPC over there and then we're gonna mess up some bandits."     Reker waits near the NPC, though his eyes turn to the maid who's with the group, and has been for some time, "You know if you don't want to admit you play MMOs it's fine. I'm pretty good at keeping secrets." Arthur seems to be doing a great job at coraling everyone as well, which is helping Reker out immensely, "If you think this is low tech, wait until you actually get your hands on one of these." Reker pulls up his own menu and hits a button, his clothes shifting to his combat gear and his weapons appearing on his back and right thigh, "I've finished this quest myself, but I'll keep a look out in case any high level players decide they want to get uppity." 

:'''{{#var:365|Procyana (365)}} has posed:''' Procyana just blinks a couple of times as the three-wheeler blasts past. "Some dame is really enjoying herself." What? It totally looked like a girl on that thing. Followed a moment later by "... I wonder were you can get one of those.." Oh well. Future goals is a good thing for this sort of game, right? Right. Something like that. She turns her attention back to Reker, just in time to catch him showing off a bit. "Now that is what you call a loadout~" Hey she can be a gunphile still, even if it is all makebelieve right now. Okay, talk to artifical person, get mission. "Gee, getting jobs from someone that just says the same generic thing most of the time," she remarks rather tongue in cheek as she gets the NPC's job request. "Story of my freakin' life." 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     Procyana catches Zwei's attention. "This makes you feel low-tech? I'd be interested in hearing about your world if this setting and equipment comes off as primitive to you! I mean, it does to me too, but I've sort of accepted that I'm a million standard deviations away from the average as far as that's concerned." It doesn't think to make any comments about Amalthea's otaku-bait wardrobe. "Whoever I am? Do you really not recognize me?" Both Blanc and Cindre speak in perfect, eerie unison, using some version of German rather than English. "Exodus Class . . ." Letting the rest play out in Arthur's memory, Cindre lifts Blanc up onto his shoulders. The fact that the girl is doing most of the talking should probably be the rest of the giveaway. Asche only really gets talkative on matters of philosophy.     "I'm afraid we've already done that quest, so we won't killsteal or anything." Finally getting the hang of the word 'we' now. "I'm not helping you level by whittling down the enemy HP for kill shots either! You'll never get good that way! But I /am/ interested in seeing friends of Arthur at work!" 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     The 'girl(?)' on the buggy DOES seem to be having a little trouble with the ride, but only a little. And only because of the sudden TERRAIN CHANGE. The buggy swerves wildly, but manages to turn down an alley and start looping around. The vehicle soon slows, pulling up towards the group... and only now can peopel get a really good look at the rider.     The rider who, thank you very much Reker, did not wreck it. Somehow.     It's a girl? Or a guy? The utterly flat chest combined with the incredibly soft-featured face, lithe and short frame, and beautifully long black hair make it hard to tell. The rider is dressed in newbie clothes - a white, simplistically-designed shirt and pale blue jeans. A newbie energy peashooter rests in a holster at their left side, while the right... a strange metal cylinder dangles. It's not a gun, whatever it is.     The androgynous figure leaps from the bike and speaks in an equally uncertainly timbre'd voice. "Y-yo!" ... and do they ever sound nervous. The guy(?) gives the whole group an uncertain look until purplish eyes fall across Asuna and hints of relief, embarassment, and maybe ridiculous anxiety all flicker in them...     'Don't freak out, don't freak out,' they seem to be saying... 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     That maid must have nerves of steel. She doesn't even flinch when the camo trike comes blasting out of the gate and saliing overhead, she's simply busy with the act of equipping a low level SMG, glancing up only briefly.     "'Allo, yes. That's why I'm coming along." It's a french accent for the record. Kind of a bad one too, but that's her reply to Aicila's super friendliness, flashing her a thumbs up.     It's when Asuna calls the long-haired rider of the bike Kirito that the meido stumbles in her step with a choke. Especially when she... He? actually responds and looks so nervous.     ... He looks like a CHICK.     Snrk... Sn... snnnnicker... Snnnsnsnnsnhhnsnn... snrrrrrrk!     But snickering is UNBECOMING of a good meido, and she clears her throat.     Quick. Act natural.     It's Arthur's peering that she uses as a convenient excuse, glancing back.     What was that emote again?     /Blush?     The maid's cheeks heat up as she scuffs one shoe on the ground in a skittish and bashful manner. "Ah... Yes? Can I help you sir?"     Hopefully no one can see right through her. Though she bristles when Reker calls her out. "Ah! No I just saw a big group and you all- Well I thought everyone was roleplaying so! I mean. But."     QUICK CHANGETHE SUBJECT.     "Ah... I've already done some of these quests. Maybe I can help?" She does offer. 

:'''{{#var:451|Karian Icefang (451)}} has posed:'''     Karian narrows his eye at the rider, confused for the moment. "K...Kirito? Either I've had too much to drink or the Allfather played a huge joke on you." He says. He liked a joke, but not at the expense of a friend. He checks that strange cylinder. "What is that?" He asks, pointing to it. 

:'''{{#var:4|Alicia T. Harlaown (4)}} has posed:'''     Aicila presses 'Accept' on the quest acknowledgement and then steps aside to let the others get their quest. In the mean time she watches the buggy roll up and its driver greet them, "Hi! We're going to practice, since some of us are new. Care to join us?" Another cute party member joining them, apparently! Combined with miss maid over there and they're already drawing in a group. Unless this is someone they already know...     Aicila looks closely at the buggy driver... Hmmm. There is something familiar... She glances at some of the others calling the girl Kirito. Really? She looks closer... 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe looks to the girl for a moment she takes a good look at =this strnge woman sne tilts he rhead and stares eyes narrowing. Kirito was usposed to come along but did someone gank the name? She pauses looking at them for a moment she's looking really hard the quesiton to Kirito is whom is this woman. She's looking at them be aweful supicous of them, she is going to check names at this point it seems humm. 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' Asuna accepts the question mindlessly. She is much more focused on the 'girl'. She stares the figure up and down, the strange voice throw her a bit... but that look, that /look/ of relief/embarassment/anxiety, that's all someone she knows very well, and she just *stares*. This goes on for a few minutes, before Asuna looks down at her own feminine frame... then back at the person... "K-kirito...?" She asks, again. Then ... /then/... then does Asuna step forward... she takes the figure by the shoulders... and then she leans in, face close, eyes wide, intent, and staring. Jiiiiiii. "Jiiiiiii..." 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "Y-yes?" 'Kirito(?)' gulps with Asuna comig up so close... and givimg them that STAAAAAAAARE. All the strange-looking person can do is stare back, an INCREEEEEEEEEDIBLY nervous smile appearing on their face...     Is this... REALLY... Kirito? 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     "Hi!" Blanc waves from on top of Cindre's shoulders at Kirito. Zwei would probably be invasively scanning his character profile if it actually cared about sexual dimorphism in any capacity other than the scientific. "Don't help them too much, maid lady! Well, I mean, that's what maids do I guess, but if you pamper them too much, their skills will fall behind their level and they'll be butchered in matchmaking!" Amalthea is pretty adorable right now though, as far as one can objectively determine the value of cuteness. "That's an energy sword." She answers to Karian. "Though I have no idea why anyone would actually buy one!" 

:'''{{#var:4|Alicia T. Harlaown (4)}} has posed:'''     Blink. Blink. Blink. Aicila just stands there, staring a little slack-jawed at Kirito once it becomes evident that that's who this is, "B-but... You're... So... Cute!" Aicila must resist the Testarossa urge to hug the adorable Kirito. An act that requires much of her willpower!     Hoping that a change of subject might help, Aicila turns and says, "S-so! Should we get to some bandit thrashing?" A good distraction, she thinks, for poor Kirito. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur stares at the two new people here and then snaps. "FUCKIN' HELL, you two! That's GREAT, good t'have ya ONBOARD, I guess! You in on the ADVENTURES here too? I'll get ya linked up with the GATECRASHERS in a while, after this!" He gives a thumbs-up!     And then the maid is /roleplaying/ at him. Somehow this makes ARTHUR feel like the weird, awkward one! He gets a little awkward too, looking away in a brief bit of sheepishness, mumbling something about, "SORRY, just didn't RECOGNIZE ya." Then he's looking over to Kirito, Asuna, and he's closely watching. His cheeks puff briefly with a restrained noise, and then, lightly, from the back of the group, Kirito will be able to hear it. Distant, derisive laughing. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     Standing near the NPCs, Reker watches the bike come roaring back up to the group. He's about to tell off the driver and make them be more careful, but then he spots them. While he doesn't know Kirito enough to make the connection instantly, it seems several of the others do. He puts his hand up over his mouth and turns around. This is mostly done so Kirito won't have to see him laughing.     He's trying to not laugh too hard, and he leans against the quest giver NPC, who seems a bit shocked by his action. After a few moments and several deep breaths, he turns back around, "Heh..Okay...Looks like the gang's all here.." He rubs his face a bit trying to stop himself from laughing again, "I take it you didn't want to pay extra for customization, Kirito."     Turning back to Amalthea, Reker nods, "If you want to help them out, do it. But make sure you save first shot and the killing shot for them, so they get credit for it." He looks up at Blanc, "Exactly what she said. But you've been playing for a bit, so you should have the gist of how the skill system works. Anybody else got any questions?" He asks, looking over the rest of the group.     His eyes do fall to Kirito's side, however, and he arches a brow, "Where did you get that?" He asks, as he motions to the strange cylinder on Kirito's hip. 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' Asuna looks at the saber on his hip. Then she looks up again. "It's Kirito--" She says, before she pauses- then asuna starts /laughing/. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     An energy sword? In a game all about guns? This gets the eyepatch'd maid glancing at the object on Kirito's hip.     "Huh."     Moving on though, she beams. And rather brightly at that. Save the first and last shot for the starters, that's easy enough. "Understood!"     "Ah, but it's my duty to help! A good maid is quick, efficient, seen only briefly, and gone once the job is done." She replies to Zwei with...     That is a curtsey. She just pulled a curtsey.     Of course she moves right along. "Ah? Recognize- how could you not recognize moi- are you-" GAAAAASP. "Is it amnesia? Oh no! I will make it my -SWORN DUTY AS A MAID- to help you regain your memories!" 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "Where did I get it?" His speaking style is not quite as masculine as usual. Maybe that's a trick of the appearance. Or maybe it's the extreme hesitation behind everything he says. "From the marketplace. These things are really expensive! So I had to get some money for it first..."     ... newbies start with 1,000 credits.     That thing costs around 150,000 credits.     Yeah that can't possibly be a thing a newbie could buy no matter WHAT they did.     'Kirito(?)' continues scanning the group with worry in their eyes, perhaps trying to palce faces... "I can't have the wrong group. Who did you gang up with..?" That, of course, he aks of Asuna. 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' "Hi. I'm As-s-suna--" Asuna gasps, trying to breathe. "That's Arthur laughing." Shen points and names Alicia and Reker, just to really prove her point. "K-kirito-kun, did-- did it just /randomize/--?" 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur's laughter dies down. Wait, is this NOT Kirito? He can't tell, Kirito should have only been able to get some rinky-dink newbie gear. Also his attention's been being hijacked for a moment; there's... Roleplay happening, at him. "W-wait. What? Hold... Hold on." He says, trying to catch up. "I lost... What? Wait, what are we swearing duties about now? I don't remember losing any memories."     He seems to be temporarily disabled in awkward distress for a moment, until he can manage to get all this stuff worked out. Kirito's Laugh Torture will have to hold for a while, Arthur will be back to that later. 

:'''{{#var:4|Alicia T. Harlaown (4)}} has posed:'''     Aicila may not be laughing, but she is grinning quite widely at the sight. Of course her avatar isn't anything like her previous one, or her real world appearance, so she gives a wave as she is pointed out, "Aicila." A name Kirito knows well enough!     Of course, Aicila agrees that Kirito is the kind of person to go for a sword in a gun game. Glancing at the cylinder hanging from Kirito's belt, Aicila chuckles, "Couldn't resist, could you?" 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:''' "I know how much it costs." Reker says, "That's why barely anybody would use one..How did you get enough money to pick one of those up? Newbies don't even start with enough money to get a good gun." Now he really wants to know how Kirito was able to get that sword, because honestly even a transfered account shouldn't keep it's money, right? 

:'''{{#var:596|Zwei (596)}} has posed:'''     "Huh, sounds like being a maid is sort of similar to being an assassin." Blanc taps her chin for effect. File that for later. "I guess it makes sense if you're one of Arthur's girlfriends though. That guy has a lot!"     At hearing the name Kirito, Zwei pulls up some files. It's not hard to find basic information on someone that famous. "Oh, I get it now! Either you were really lucky or really /un/lucky with that avatar! Congratulations on the statistical anomaly anyways~! I still don't know why you'd actually buy a sword though." 

:'''{{#var:451|Karian Icefang (451)}} has posed:'''     Karian smirks softly. "How do you not recognize me? Karian Icefang, wolf lord? Ahh, just being cautious." He then pats Kirito(?)s shoulder. "Not surprised you'd get a sword." 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Just like that the maid is clasping Arthur's hand in both of hers.     "Do not worry... I will take care of EVERYTHING. It's what I was created for, young master!" An exaggerated sigh. "After we were separated in the explosion I thought we would never find each other again, but it's in my programming to always seek you out and aid your every endeavor, or I'm not..."     Dramatic pause.     "AMALIE THE ROBOT COMBAT MAID."     The second pause is for fluster as Blanc makes things worse. Many girlfriends? The maid's cheeks flare a brilliant crimson.     "A-ah!? No! That's forbidden love! I'm a robot! He's a human! It can never be...~!"     So why is she swooning?     The act comes to a brief halt though.     "Young master, you mst have some impressive friends, if they use swords in this day and age." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe looks t Kirito for a moment she narrows her eyes at them. She gets up in their grill all 5 foot 5 of her. "So wait a moment you even grabbed that name?! Okay I'm not going to be taking this. This can't be Kirito it's gender locked we got some impersonator damn it is tht why he's running late." She seems to think that this can't be Kirito. "IF you are them then Duel me and prove it." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "I don't have a lot of girlfriends!" Arthur says, in a distressed tone. "There's the one, and it's a misunderstanding, and... Gaaaaah. You know it's not like that! Damn it, you /know/!" Arthur wrings his hands briefly, but is interrupted with a clasping!     The scenario going on just kinda breaks his brain a little bit. Dude looks like he's bluescreening. "Thhhhhaaaaaaanks?" He says, slowly, trying to navigate the maze of confusion. He's got no idea how to navigate this situation in a way that is at all cool! "Wait, a robot? How does..." He starts, squinting. He shakes his head, then, trying to focus on that last part. "YES. Or some POSER I guess. My bro KIRITO has a FANGIRL or something, I think? I'm havin' trouble keepin' TRACK of what's GOING ON. HEY GUYS, is this a KIRITO FANGIRL or WHAT are we dealin' with? I've TOTALLY LOST TRACK." 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Oh dear.     Kirito could deal with Asuna laughing. Maybe. that gets him frowning in a hurry, but what can he do? He can deal with a few girls calling him cute. he can even deal with some of these people getting jumpy over this strange appearance. Or Karian trying to be sympathetic.     But what he can't take is... Tomoe. And Arthur.     He could say so many things. he could say a hell of a lot of things. But just as he's opening his mouth to say these things to Tomoe... Arthur goes and adds even more fuel to this fire.     NOW he grits his teeth. "Khu... I'll make you eat those words." The guy(?) declares, SCOWLING, and immediately futzes through his(?) menu with extreme finesse, then gestures at EISEN BLUMEN and ARTHUR at once.     He leaps back away from Asuna, still scowling like a punched puppy and lands in a fairly confident stance, unclasping the little cylinder and flicking it on with a *SNAP-HISS.*     A purple beam blade extends from it, hissing and crackling.     And for both ARTHUR and EISEN BLUMEN, duel messages pop up, presenting:     DUEL     KIRITO vs EISEN BLUMEN and <ARTHUR'S USERNAME>     Accept? O/X 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisen seems amused at the woman's ressolve at this point, no way this could be Kirito right? She humms for a moment and is going to accept it. "Oh that cocky are you? Okay then let's do it shall we?" She goes for the shotgun and her body tenses now as she moves to accept the duel. The asian woman with the german name seems very confident about thing she is experianced and seems to be ready. 

:'''{{#var:4|Alicia T. Harlaown (4)}} has posed:'''     The commotion from Arthur and-Amalie the robot combat maid?-draws Aicila's attention for a moment and she can't help but be impressed by Amalie's dedication to the role... Assuming she's not doing it for real.     But drawn back to the matter at hand, Aicila recognises the challenge Kirito has put out to the two, "Ooooh... This should be interesting!" More so than killing some bandits! Aicila steps to the side to watch. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Arthur is being challenged?!     A GASP, and Amalie covers her mouth with one hand. "Young Master, your honor is being impugned upon! I'd take up the banner and fight in your name, but only you can prove your own worth as a man!"     Where was that emote again, what was--     The maid now has a pair of pompoms in her hands as she begins hopping up and down.     "Young Master! Young Master! He's the best! He defends his honor and doesn't afraid of anything!" 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' Asuna gets a cunning glint in her eyes. "I love you Kirito! You can do it!" 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "OH HELL." Arthur says. This is something he can handle! This is something he can understand! This is what he LOVES. "ALRIGHT THEN. You wanna GO, fangirl? SHIT YEAH I got the MAD WORTH with ALL KINDS of MANGRIT." One foot stomps, heavily, into the dirt, as he POUNDS his fist into the accept circle, a softly glowing digital broom abruptly and urgently summoned into his hands, humming softly.     "Well we got the MAID gettin' MAD DEDICATION on up in her ROLE, let's see if YOU'VE got the SKILLS to live up to the NAME, huh?" He strikes a powerful, aggressive stance, ready for Kirito to come at him after any duel countdown. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Once ALL PARTIES have ACCEPTED the duel, a window appears in the air showing the participants on both sides and a 60 second countdown in the middle. Throughout this countdown, Kirito deepens his stance. One leg extended forward, knee bent. The rear leg turned slightly sideways, beam saber out behind him. It's a stance Tomoe and Arthur might've seen once or twice before.     Strangely this challenger does NOT freak when Arthur summons his broom. Another sign that maybe... maybe this is Kirito? Somehow?     The third sign would be how he twitches and looks over his shoulder at Asuna, showing a smile... "Yeah. I'll kick their asses as proof!"     The instant the counter ticks down he's off! Almost FLYING across the ground straight for EISEN BLUMEN. He's sadly not able to recognize a shotgun. He does vaguely know what they are, but he can't identify them on sight. A gun is a gun to him, really! 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' In the post-apocalyptic future, only the brave souls of the SBC Glocken can stand between dissolution and civilization. It is on this day that a new brave soul stands forth, ready to take up the challenges and stand defiant against the hordes that await in the wastelands beyond. Gifted with the latest in optical firearm technology, this recruit will now attempt to change the face of the world... There is a huff from the middle of a crowded area, a flat-haired redhead trying to peer around people. "You guys around here? Hey! Uggggh why did I not get their usernaaaaaaaaaames?" The woman mutters, and looks at the raggedy clothing she's wearing, then over at the super awesome future gear everyone else is using. "Maaaaaaaaaan." She shakes her head. "Where's a map or something?" A tiny stormcloud seems to grow over her head, before there is a thunderous roar from the middle of the crowd. "WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU GUYS?!" Cue a bunch of people randomly telling her to shut up and stop yelling in the common areas. Today is not the best first impression for BulletArtist Riva. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisen says "Well even if it's true I guess your Pretty Princess Kirito now." She readies her seld and Kirito might just find she watches him close in and she fires off a blast form the shotgun it's a bit wild but what comes next? She moves with inhuman speed and aglity flipping up into the air and over Kirito and will make use of some of the terrain to bounce again landing a bit from kirito. "Come on now come at me!" 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur blasts off, leaving a solid, brilliant, tron-esque green trail of light coming out of the bristles of his broom as he rockets forward. He's not even particularly caring about if this is Kirito or not anymore, he just loves getting to get in a fight. "Don't BITE OFF more than you can CHEW, FANGIRL! Eyes on BOTH TARGETS!" He's coming in from the side, his broom's thrusters suddenly disengaging!     He figures duels don't have friendly fire... Or maybe he doesn't care if he gets hit? He's planning on testing the swordplay directly, by using his glowing energy broom to swipe repeatedly at Kirito in heavy, cudgel-like swings, the kind that slam jarringly hard on blocks and that are so quick you'll need lightning reflexes to parry! It's a rapid flurry of blows, an intense rush intended to break Kirito's momentum from the start and let Tomoe chip chunks of HP off.     Or, you know, it could just show Kirito's the real deal, possibly. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Amalie is still bouncing and shaking those pom poms. "Maul 'em! Maul 'em! Go Young Master, go! Go Young Master, go!" 

:'''{{#var:4|Alicia T. Harlaown (4)}} has posed:'''     Aicila cheers from the sidelines, "Come on Kirito!" She's fairly certain now that it's him, "Show them you can kick ass in any world!" 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' "Let's go Kirito!" Asuna shouts, before she stands back, arms crossed over her chest, a Kirito-like smug look on her face 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     That kind of ridiculous speed is not unfamiliar to Kirito. he's dueled Asuna before, after all. He can deal with speed. What he can't deal with too well, however, is a shotgun.     The moment Tomoe aims at him, Kirito's vision wills with red lines. COUNTLESS red lines. Overlapping red lines-- "WH-WHOAH!"     He does the only thing he possibly CAN do.     Predicting EISEN's move is easy. He just has to watch her footwork and breathing. She can't possibly hope to compete head-on, right?     His hunch is proven right... and so is his gamble. He doesn't try to parry a shotgun. Instead...     He SLIDES under it.     His footing returns just in time to deal with Arthur.     *VVVVVVWHM VVVWHM!*     The beam saber dances and twirls in his grasp, deflecting several of Arthur's strikes while he swerves about some more. Arthur's hitting more hair then he is flesh, only managing to get a few grazes in. The advantage in melee right now goes to Arthur, power-wise. Kirito's got him easily matched through pure skill. Sparks fly every time the weapons collide in a breathtaking display, but Kirito's forced to put tremendous strength into his arms just to fend it off. In the end he disengages, putting some distance between himself and Arthur.     He doesn't know shotguns, but the BULLET LINE of Eisen's weapon was pretty straightforward to him. It's not so threatening at a distance!     But... nor is Kirito, with that peashooter he whips out in his offhand. It's the newbie energy gun and he doesn't seem too certain about it. He firse again and again, sending a handful of shots at Arthur and Tomoe. Most of them are gonna go wide, the rest will probably be easily dodged...     "You just keep saying that..." he grunts bitterly, anger building up.     Yeah. He's about to blow. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe is following up she now start moving in some way that are differne she's almost always been the tank right as most people ha seen her. She sees as she watches him deflect some of the shot but she does have an idea she knows what her gun cna do and she shefts but one or two shots com close she darts at high speed again not sitting still and this time fires off a rapid blast the momeht she gets close, not one shell but three with in less than a second, before she ducks away once more. Well this impersonator seems to be fast at least. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur falters a little, occasionally, at Amalie's cheering, his rocket slightly sputtering briefly, before he sort of gets into the groove of things and is already rushing back in towards Kirito! The energy shots slam into his body, impacting with heavy bruises against his astoundingly resilient form, but he just barrels through it, shouting.     "HAHAHAHA, HERE WE ARE! Credit where it's DUE, got your FRAIR SHARE of SWEET SWORD SKILLS to go with the NAME, but ya can't just SWAP!" He rushes in, attempting a vicious overhand strike to try to force a weapon-clash that comes right as Tomoe's rushing in! An ENFORCE DUAL-WIELDING TACTICS SCENARIO! 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     This is NOT working out in Kirito's favor. In comes Arthur with great speed just as Tomoe's leveling that weapon. His beam saber comes up to catch the blow and as before it takes ALL the strength in his arms to accomplish that. "Ghhhh---!"     The weapon has no WEIGHT. Parrying things is INCREDIBLY hard. And an overhand parry is the least helpful situation to be in.     Making matters worse, Kirito doesn't have two swords right now. He had to drop his gun in fact just to hold onto the Kagemitsu's handle! "Actually that sounds like a /GREAT IDEA!/"     ONly those with incredibly speedy perceptions will see what happens next. EISEN fires, and a bunch of shot slams into Kirito's side as he twists about strangely, arms LURCHING to force Arthur's body weight towards the incoming Tomoe. At the same time Kirito spins on a single leg and KICKS with the other!     If that connects? Tomoe's shotgun will become Arthur's problem, not his.     And Kirito will go spinning away by a whole leap's distance with half of his HP gone... 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' THE SAGA OF BULLETARTIST RIVA CONTINUES! When we last left our brave young heroine, she was seeking her friends in a new and strange land. "Look, have you seen a cool kid with a rocket broom? No? How about girly-looking swordsmen? Yeah, I KNOW this is a 'gun game', but... Okay, look, how about um... I dunno, a detective-type guy who likes coffee and explosions? Loves shotguns? WHAT DO YOU MEAN, BE MORE SPE-" BulletArtist Riva continues flailing as the highlevels walk off. "GOD DAMMIT!" Cue more people telling her to stop yelling. 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' "C-come /on/, it's Kirito, will you guys knock it off?" Asuna yells from the sidelines. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Amalie has slid over to Asuna in all the confusion. "OH I GET IT. True love really DOES overcome everything! Even after getting bombarded by cosmic space rays that made him really pretty instead of a hulking monster, you still recognize your lover that you haven't seen in years! And now he's in a duel to the death with Young Master in a matter of honor!"     DRAMA.     Amalie falls to her knees. "It's so touching! I wish I understood love, but I am just a robot, and have no feelings until I slowly develop them over time as you all teach me." 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' Asuna peers down at Amalie. "Why is one of my real life maids playing a maid in Gun Gale Online and is this some new trick of my mothers to test my resolve and dedication to Kirito, the Black Swordsman, and so such and so forth?" A-asuna might be throwing things for a twist. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur Lowell takes the bullets heavily in the back, a small spray of blood gushing out of both the back and the front of his torso. He goes twisting and flailing as he slams into the ground, but it's right back onto his feet, panting and bloody and with death in his eyes. "SHIT YEAH." He says. "Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about. No DOUBLING UP, but hey, at least we got some FOOTWORK to it!"     Then Asuna is interjecting! "Man, don't they GENDER LOCK in this game? For some kinda ETHICS SHIT or something?" He wrings a bloody hand in Kirito's direction. "You see the PROBLEM here? With THAT." He's not attacking, though! 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Amalie is back on her feet, both hands suddenly clasping one of Asuna's, "We have to stop them! For the sake of love, and so I can help my Young Master regain his memories! He can't overcome his amnesia if he's dead! Use the power of your amazing singing voice to warm their fiery hearts with a spicy island song! ... Or was it cool their icy hearts with a mellow island beat... Or... Thaw their icy heart with... Um..."     She pauses.     "Look, can you please stop breaking immersion...?"     Ah but then the fight's up     "Oh you're still alive." That's to Arthur. "Don't worry, we'll have that amnesia fixed in no time and you can teach me how to be human!" 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisen pauses as it's blood oh damn it Arthur you didn't come as an avatar and and that makes her halt in her attack she's got a what the hell look on her face. She' not suer what to say at this point but she's lowerin her weapon at this point given she's shot someone else i and it was really then she did get caught with the kick and she's holding back for now. "They did... for health reasons... brain starts going wiggy if it gets input for something it doesn't actually have." She seems to not be attacking either. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Seeing so much blood gets Kirito freezing. He knows Arthur, however. He knows very much that he can take a few blows... right? even blows that should kill anyone else.     Worry flickers about on his face, and he shares the look with Asuna briefly. The beam saber's twirled about artistically before he flicks it off... and addresses Arthur with masked worry in his voice.     "What was that about not bleeding all over the place, Arthur?" 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' "This /is/ immersion." Asuna mumbles faintly to Amalie. "For me, at least, but fear not, sweet maiden, we will help these two overcome the- uh, the ice in their hearts." Asuna trails off. She's REALLY BAD AT THIS. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "You kiddin'? I eat BUCKSHOT for BREAKFAST. Literally made some CINNAMON TOAST SHELLS a while back actually." Arthur says. "My ORGANS are REINFORCED WITH MANGRIT. That means I can do THIS." He flexes intensely and makes an aggressive noise, and several pieces of shredded munitions eject out of wounds in his torso.     "Anyway yeah, but THAT one, you can't BLAME on me! Oh hell, WAIT A MINUTE, it IS you." He just referenced something Arthur was saying around Kirito IRL! Arthur seems to take a resigned, accepting posture. "Come on man, can't BLAME me for assuming the FANGIRL THING. You attract 'em like MAD." Then he seems to understand what's going on. A smile spreads wide over his face. He begins to laugh.     Arthur Lowell, the guy who was assumed for years by one of his best friends to be a girl, has finally, FINALLY found a scenario where he can make fun of the other guy. "Hahahahahahaha." Despite the duel still going, his broom is suddenly gone. "Hahahahahahahahahaha!" He swaggers on over to where Kirito is standing now. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" And then gets kinda in his personal space. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"     Then he puts a hand on Kirito's back and stops laughing abruptly. "I feel your pain, dude. Don't worry. I can teach you to make sure this shit never happens." He grabs a bit of his own excessively long hair with one hand, and shows it, as if to indicate to Kirito that he's a survivor of malignant trap-ism. "I'll teach you how to be SO MANLY that NOBODY ever makes the mistake again, like how I AM." 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Amalie has slid on over, also joining in the invasion of personal space. She helpfully starts braiding hair any hair presented to her. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisen shrugs a bit "It seems I was wrong but there's one thing?" She conceeds the duel at this point before going on at this point she looks at them. "Your so pretty now you make me jelous well at least Asuna's not got a Pretty Princess." Then again maybe Asuna is amused by that she looks to the battle maid and wonders just /who/ she is. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "....." Kkrito finds himself glaring at Arthur throughout all of the laughter. Him and Tomoe both. though he half-steps backward when Arthur's all up in his face. "E-er... thanks?" Yup, back to the awkward, but for slightly different reasons.     Hurriedly, he flickers through his menu, makes several equipment selections and steps circularly about to place Arthur between himself and the approaching maid.     Then, in a flash of cerulean light... his proper outfit appears. A thin metal breastplate, a black shirt, black pants, and a black coat over it all... "This would've been avoided if I'd not forgotten to equip this after I bought it..." Grumble grumble. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' FOUR HOURS LATER... A plainative wail comes from within the main hub. "GUYS? GUYYYYYYYYYS! I FOUND A QUEST GUUUUUY!" By now everyone who cares has got BulletArtist Riva on mute. She sniffles. "Where are you guys... We were gonna kill weak mutant rats together..." ;_; 

:'''{{#var:9|Asuna (9)}} has posed:''' There's a sudden panicked noise from behind the main group. "Oh no, I've forgotten, Mother's going --" Uh, Asuna? Try explaining? "I'msorryI'vegottago." Well, that explains where she went as she bails to disconnect. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur is apparently the one being presented to Amalie. Let's hope she doesn't feel like braiding his hair, there's certainly enough of it in a huge mess.     Well, anyway, that's enough of that. Arthur lets the duel time out, now! 

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998/Another Night on the Glocken

2014-11-19T06:03:42Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     The Glocke is as busy as ever. The hussle and bussle of the city as people come and go. About now, rolling back into the edge of the city, the desert grey light tactical vehicle driven by Reker is bringing a trio of new players back into town. He just rescued them from a group of player hunters in one of the newbie areas.     Hopping out of the vehicle, he lets them out and gives them a lecture on how to better deal with PKers, and areas they could go in that'll be a lot safer for them. Once they're straightened out, he turns and heads back into the city proper, opening up his menu and equipping his in-town gear before he continues on. More and more new players joining this game every day, and there's a lot of people who get kicks off of torturing them...Figuratively, of course, but the last thing Reker wants is somebody griefing a player until they quit the game outright. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisen had been tkaing it easy today she'd logged on to ALO to quickly check mail and a few other thing then loged out she'd been moving about town and was well noticably she was a fairly curvy avatar in a body suyit that had a few pouched for storing things on it and that was about it. She's watching as Renker comes in with the newbies and tilts her head looking at them. "So an escort run so they didn't get ganked on thier first day out?" She looks asian but well it's hard to place it any further than that, also she's got red hair with highliths of blue and pink mixed in here and there too. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:''' Reker has a decidedly American looking avatar, as he turns his attention to the lady who's asking him about the newbies, "Nah...Wandered into somewhere they shouldn't have been still armed only with light guns." He says, "I've been keeping an eye on it lately. Seems there's a bit of confusion among new players when it comes to that zone and certain more experienced types have been griefing rookies." He rubs his chin a little bit with one of his gloved hands, "You don't look like a rookie, though, so I doubt you have that problem." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisenb nos a bit and blows a straind of hair out of her face for a moment. "Gank the newbies and you end up driving new players off the game. Sounds like I need to go hunting then and no I'm not I been playing for over half a year. This is nice to see a western produced VRMMORPG a heck of a lot less of a brutal grind really." 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, plus...I mean this is a bit more realistic." He pauses, and looks around at the giant interstellar battlecruiser that makes up the main city, "Relatively speaking." He grins a little bit, "Problem with hunting griefers is it's not much of a challenge. Most of 'em are bad at the game anyway which is why they pick on rookies." He shakes his head, "If they put as much energy into getting better as they did into trolling they could win the BoB." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisen smirks for a moment "You take their drops sell it off or keep it for your own it's not bad being a PKK you know. Well trolls are going to trols since the dawn of MMORPGs with Lord British himself. Humm the BoB's temping but I'm not so sure about it to be honest and ya I kinda feel often like I'm picking on rookies." She's not kirito but there are few people who have better reponse times than SAO surivors. "So Mr. Knight Errant what's our name I'm Eisen Blume." Reker might notice one odd thing she's got a sheath for a melee weapon on her person. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:''' "I'm not usually going to go out of my way to steal stuff from other players, unless I know they stole it first. I guess it's kinda Robin Hood ish. Anyway, you an call me Reker. Everybody else does, on account of it's my name and all." He says. He spotted the sheath. Most folks carry a knife or something on them in case of lack of bullet emergencies, but he's never seen anyone carry a sword, "So what's up with that?" He asks, "Must be kinda hard to get close nough to use that thing." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe doesn't have so much a sword but it's still bigger than a surival knife. She grins a litte bit at Reker. "Insert blade a into foe b. What else would I do with it? Sides the look on a snipers face when I get up totheir nest and then shank them rather than shoot them is priceless." 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:''' Reker smirks at her response, "Must have a lot of points in agility then." He says, "To be able to flank snipers." He suddenly swipes his left hand down and opens up a menu. After navigating through it for a moment or two, Eisen Blume receives a friend request from Reker. "Figure next time I go out huntin trolls, having a little bit of backup along won't hurt." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Eisen accept the friend request and she smirks "Sounds like it be fun and actually it's easy if you know how to think of terrain as enablers and not something toget in your way." There's a big old grin on her face. "Sounds like a plan I'm down for it I'll be in touch." 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:''' Once she's agreed to it, Reker gives her another grin, "Alright. Seeya 'round. Stay safe out there." And then he's gone, heading off so he can find a nice safe place to log out. A glance up at the clock tower reveals he's almost out of time, she he has to make it quick. 

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626/Node: Of Flesh and Steel

2014-11-13T19:44:01Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     The White Wing seems almost featureless. Even moreso than the other rooms. It's small, relatively speaking, and terminates in a simple, cube-dimensioned chamber. There's another Mr. Welcomes kiosk here, with the man standing as he usually is.     The other thing that's is here is a pair of containers, of sorts. The front of each is some clear glass-like substance, and there's a mirrored, soft-looking substance behind each. They're set vertically into the walls. To the left of Mr. Welcomes is the smaller of the two containers, only containing a gauntlet of some sort. It's a rounded white right-handed one, looking like a particularly modern piece of technology in the shape of a glove. At the wrist, about where a clockface would be, is a small hemispherical crystal. It's almost pure black, with only a horizontal line of light. An Abstractum with the eye shut and darkened.     Over the face of the container, a wreath of flowers can be found.     To the right of Mr. Welcomes is something a bit more familiar. A much larger container, about the size of a coffin. However, this one has been violently destroyed; blackened glass shards are all that remain of what previously covered it, and the light residual signature of a stasis effect that was forced open. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa wasn't sure about this but it was too late to turn back for her, she had jumped into this and should find out more about it, right? So Kotone was here and she looks about the White Wing she's not certain what to think of this place after all she's only been here once. She looks about for a moment. She looks about for a moment longer and calls out. "Hello I came to see about making... a node?" She does seem curious about the glove and goes to take a look at it while she waits. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine's come along with Kotone since she was curious about the creation of a node. Plus, it couldn't hurt for her to have a friend along for this right? Still she's heistant about giving Abstractum access to Fundroids technology so this was likely the safest option. She waits patiently for a response to her question. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Noble Six is already here. She's taken to sort of hanging out in the Homeworld in the hopes of finding ways to level up Enforcer. Sure she might not get to access all of the cool powers like Psyber does, but she just wants to help. This is important.     "I'm not sure how you make one, but if you want help with it, I can come along." She offers to Kotone, rising up from where she had been sitting. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "Hi there!" Mr. Welcomes says with a wide grin. The middle-aged fellow's graying, styled hair is quickly adjusted a little and he gives a friendly wave, mostly to Kotone Yamakawa, but also to her companions here! "I'm the guy you'll talk to, about making that! You here to make one out of yourself, or do you have a Node Seed?" His hands clasp and he leans forward eagerly!     The little module Kotone has speaks up. "Get ready, I hear this guy's really into dramatics. He's gonna try to get you to ask for it with some kinda, I dunno, 'gusto' or something. Don't need to, but, you know, might wanna!"     Enforcer, the module at Six's arm, makes an encouraging sort of noise. "This is a good social sort of situation too, you know. Always good to come along and give a little support." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa hears the bit from both Mr. Welcomes and Overclock she takes a deepo breath, more out of habit thne need and speaks. "I am here to mke a node and the lack of having a seed I must make one from the very make up my body!" Okay so she's hamming it up already but it's a bit of humour and she's gery glad to some people along for support the young cyborg could very much need it. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "We should see about making one of these for me." Six says to Enforcer after he speaks up, "Though lets focus on this one first, so we can try our best to help." She moves towards Kotone, "I don't think I introduced myself. I am Noble Six, and this is Enforcer." She motions to her left arm, "Whatever kind node you end up making, we'll help you out." 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine giggles a bit at that. "You mean it's possible to grow a node from a seed? Where might one of these be found?" It might be worthy studying after all. Of course she's also wonders if Kotone's node will be a mixture of organic and artifical materials. There was only one way to found out about that. "I'm Maxine Sandberg, it's a pleasure to meet you Noble Six." Kotone already knows who she is, but the other woman doesn't. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     A different voice speaks now. This one's Mr. Answers, and he's completely disembodied! His tones are of a very old man, with a particular sort of scholarly energy. "A 'Node Seed' is what we call the base object that you can use to affect the nature of a Node. Using yourself imprints your own identity on it and makes you its 'owner', so to speak... Using an object does the same, but can change its parameters somewhat." He says, to answer Maxine's question.     Enforcer speaks up, to Noble Six. "Would probably be a good idea." It says, frankly. "Easy way to invite other people too. I mean, I'm not gonna devalue this saying you should use it as social networking, but it'd be a good way to link up with the rest of the Users!"     Overclock makes a few approving noises! "Good, good! Got some feeling in there. This'll be good for you!" The little module seems quite encouraging here.     As for Mr. Welcomes, we'll get to what he does in a moment. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa says "I see we do not have a seed I'm afraid so we're going to have to use myself so we might as well get to it right sir?" She looks at thim and then back to Noble and Maxine tilting her head a bit. "Well ... it's too late to back out now isn't it?" She pauses at Overclock comment before she looks back to Mr. Welcomes. "Well I'm ready! Six? Maxine? You'll get quite a show I suspect..." 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' "Yes, I'm ready." Maxine nods in agreement. She wonders what happen if she made a node through Maxi now. There's so many questions to be answered now. Still, she should focus on Kotone's node for the time being. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' Noble Six nods her head, "Agreed. I'm ready for it when you guys are." She says, as she looks to the other two, "And it's good to meet you, Maxine. Good to have you along." She preps herself to see how on earth a node gets made in the first place 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "Alright!" Mr. Welcomes says, eagerly! He claps his hands together and rubs them eagerly for dramatic effect. "We'll get started, then!" His hands then go wide, and back, palms facing that glass over his booth. And then, as is, by now, the norm, he shouts his     "chu">LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS THIS TIME!!"     And then, with a quick, firm motion, he slams both palms onto the glass in front of him. For everyone else, they'll see is a sudden rush of light that blasts over Kotone's body, completely obfuscating her with its brilliance. For Kotone, she'll see reality appear to break, like a mirror. The shards split and fall away from the shattering that spreads out from Mr. Welcomes' hands. It's almost like he's the one who broke it!     What happens next isn't seen "live", but Overclock does give a quick holoprojection of the events that happened shortly after, since Kotone seemed to want to share it, so the other two here do wind up getting to see what's going on without much trouble.     Kotone herself sees it live, and immersively; her disembodied perception is suspended in a deep black void as she experiences a brief vision while consumed by the light. She'll only be alone in the darkness here for a short while, though. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     What eventually seems to suddenly rise up below Kotone's feet is the ground. There's no sensation of falling, but there certainly is the sight of it. A lush, flora-saturated environment, a wonderous mixture of jungle and forest densely populated with life. There's even a regular old human here, wearing the sort of adventuring gear that's apropos for this sort of lightly humid dirty environment, the modern sort of exploration outfit.     A strange, glimmering black insect, beetle-like, or perhaps more like an extremely sturdy sort of wasp, eventually flits into view. Landing, lightly, on their arm while they fuss with navigation around a tree, it gently brings down a stinger-like appendage. In less than two seconds, large portions of the man's flesh appear to have decayed, as if the life were being sucked right out of him, rendering the arm useless before he realizes what's happening and swats it away in a panic with his remaining usable arm. Horrified and frightened, the man can be seen fleeing back towards the lights of some sort of civilization.     The buzzing sound the insect makes is much more vigorous as it flits away, bloated on whatever it seems to have taken from the man. That, or perhaps it's mixing with the ominous buzz of dozens of others approaching. It's an awful noise. Kotone's capacity to sustain this vision appears to reach its limit and collapse, snapped back into reality back where she started as the light fades. Overclock is the one who helpfully provides the replay to the others now, though it's rather uncertain of doing so. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is not sure what's about to happen and the next thing she knows reality breaks it just frekaing breaks around her. A broken Mirror an she's not sure what's happening she's never had an experiance like this as she's drowning in light. She doesn't say a thing she's just wtching for a moment stunned at all of this. She looks about at the jungle she gets a bit wide eyed about it. She sees the man she finds everything reeling for a moment, its kinda scenergy whiplash at this point. She reached out to try and help, she really did but then comes ... the visions end. She's just left looking kinda shaken. "What...what just what was that?!" 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine's finding this all rather strange, of course she hasn't witnessed any other nodes be created so she has nothing to compare it too. She cringes a bit as she watches the man's flesh suddenly decay. "I don't know, is that normal?" There's a bit of delay in her response since she's seeing it after Kotone. The image suddenly vanishes as quickly as it came for her. "Did something go wrong?" Should it just end like that she wonders. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     The light fades, and Kotone returns to perceiving reality as she saw it before. Mr. Welcomes looks a little frazzled. He looks energized, and yet, exhausted, like someone who just did a workout or, say, went skydiving! "That!" He says. "Was some Resonance backlash I'm not actually able to control. Gives you a quick vision of some of the info of the Node. Don't worry, though! Harmless vision. Anyway!" He makes a broad, sweeping gesture. "You have created your Node, Kotone! The Woods of Change await your reconstruction."     A brief little bow-like nod, and then heavy exhaled breaths of exhaustion and relief! 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "That was somewhat unusual." Noble Six says, after looking at that view that was provided for them. She looks at Kotone once everything has passed, and moves up to her side, putting a hand on her shoulder, "If that was a vision of your Node, we will have quite the feat ahead of us, particularly if those insects are as numerous as they sounded." 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' "Why are those insects there to begin with?" Those seemed rather out of place? "And the fact that's it's a jungle?" Maxine thought it was suppose to be an extension of the person. Would they be in danger by going there? Still, she plans to come along she promised she would be there after all. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa shudders still at what she saw. "Harmless to the body but that... wait did I cause all this to happen to some world?!" There's a sense of guilt about the young cyborg and she is snapped out of it by Six by distracting her somewhat. "We're going to need more than raid." She tries to shake the mental image of the bug bite really. "IT's going to be a biohazard that's for sure...." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa listens to Mr. Welcomes she nods and then she hears she made a world and it was from her. She takes a moment to think about that and there's this look on her face of stunned realization. "...I'm God...to this ...world." Kotone then promply faints in shock. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Mr. Welcomes peers over the desk of his kiosk, his grin still pretty much unbroken, maybe even only intensifying. "Well! That's a new reaction. Seems like she's appreciating the weight of the situation!" He points at Kotone. "Can one of you take her to the Green Wing or something? Plenty of beds there. I would, but I don't actually exist." 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' "Solutions to it's problems? You mean she doesn't have to worry about her flesh being eaten alive?" That's all about Maxine can figure from what she saw. "Kotone!" She's suddenly concerned about her reaction to it. She doesn't blame her for being shocked but still she hopes that's all it is. She tries to help her friend back up but the weight is clearly giving her some trouble. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' As soon as Kotone goes down, Noble Six moves to try to help her. Maxine is there too, however Six is much stronger and is able to lift Kotone with a bit of effort. If the girl can flip a tank she can probably lift Kotone, "I'll get her to the beds over there." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is heavier than her build might suggest but not /too much when all things are considred. The Sparent would have no issuse alone to get Kotone to the green room. The shock was a lot as the entire weight of what she'd done had come down squarely around her head. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Of course Maxine's a squishy scientist so she's not able to lift that much to begin with. Still she's there for her friend as Kotone is carried by Noble Six. She'll give the woman a look over before letting her get some rest. They could solve the problem of the node when she comes to. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' After having dropped Kotone off, Noble Six will step back to give her room to breathe, see if she wakes up, "I could shock her awake, but that's probably not the best way to handle it right now." 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine's making sure it's just shock and not something more serious. "Let her wake up on her own. She has a lot to think over right now." She's not sure how she would react in the same scenario. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' A little time passe and Kotone starts to come too she seems to have a very grave look on her face. "Just ... what did I get us all into." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "Just some sort of horrible jungle filled with super-deadly animals." Six replies. She dead-pans it, but she's a bit nervous too, "I am sure that we will be able to handle it...I just might have to go dig up a flame thrower." 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' "I better bring my power armor." Maxine figures going there without any protection isn't a good idea. She wonder how Kotone's equipped to handle this. She's pretty sure the woman isn't a combat model. "I wonder how anyone could survive in such a place." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa says "... Yes full of things that have no right existing..." She frowns about this and looks to Maxine and then to Xi before sitting up and she shakes he rhead. "I have no idea..." 

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917/Valley of Discord Creation

2014-11-05T15:03:08Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Well, it wasn't too long ago that Noble Six was present at Kotone's node creation. So the SPARTAN has a pretty decent idea of how to go about doing it. It's just a matter of the act of actually doing it. She may have told a couple of people that she was going to give it a go. That's how she wound up there in the first place, after all. At the moment, Noble Six has made her way to the White Wing, and is waiting near Mr. Welcomes to see who all happens to want to show up. She's not expecting a huge crowd. One or two people, she'd assume. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren has heard another node is being created today... It's true that there's not much to see during node creation, but sometimes the User talks about it, and maybe Eureka can scan something... Speaking of which, the brass-colored gauntlet is with him today, on his left hand. Staren nods to Noble Six as she passes. Then he holds up the gauntlet and slots in the Ran Tier I cartridge. "Can you see if you can get any more data by observing the node creation process, Eureka?" He's not really expecting anything at this point, but he may as well try, right? 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa has sought to return the favour and was willing to help Noble Six out, strang name but then again it was pretty clear iut was a code name she kinda stands back at this point and waits and seems to be lost in thought for the moment. 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     One of those who shows up is Auron. Those who don't see him will probably hear him; he has a very distinctive tread. He's wearing his customary outfit, but the coat looks a little different; there's feathery trim on the inside. Suchiru is strapped to his back, too, in the sheath Auron'd had made for it.     He offers a polite nod to Noble Six. "Decided to make a world, hm?" He's partially teasing, but that's essentially what a Node is, from what he's seen thus far -- a world to use as a shield later. So it's kind of valid anyway. He nods to Staren and Kotone as well, though the latter of which he doesn't know very well. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Mr. Welcomes, the middle-aged fellow with graying hair and the usual business suit of the Operators, is in his booth, as is by now per the norm. And he's got a wide, sort of expectant smile at Noble Six, leaning on his elbow and propping his head up with one hand. he looks very eager to help, though! 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Armed as he was for the last several outings, Kirito's here as his avatar and ready for any possible trouble. He can't imagine there being any for just a node Generation.... but he's not big on being caught off-guard by the first time something does go wrong.     "I wondered when you'd be starting a Node of your own." The Black Swordsman comments. "You've been a big help with the Game of Souls, so I'll pay you back for that with yours." 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Eureka gives a soft, affirmative noise. "Cartridge installing. I will try to observe closely. No promises that I can find anything we do not already know, though. Hopefully we do." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "I will admit to some hestitation in wanting to take on the responsibility for an entire world...But the events that transpired on Halloween helped me to realize that it's something that I need to do." Noble Six says to Kirito, knowing he was there and should have a good idea of what she's talking about. She looks around to everyone, "Well, thank you all for coming. I know there won't be a lot to do with this particular instance...But like with Kotone's, perhaps we will get a brief glimpse into the node and it will give us an idea of what we might face." She moves on up to Mr. Speaks' booth, and smiles, faintly. With her helmet off he can see that she's trying to make sure that's the right facial expression to make, "I just want to say thank you for the opporitunity to make a node, before we begin." 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     "Thank you." Staren nods, and lowers Eureka back down to his side. "I don't know if there's more to find this way, but it can't hurt to try, right?"     He nods to the others here, then looks over to Noble Six. "Good luck. I'd be glad to help if I can..." He looks between her and Welcomes. "If you want to thank him, aren't you going to make a dramatic speech for him?" He smiles slightly, curious to see what Noble Six has prepared for Mr. Welcomes as well. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, if it makes you feel any better," Mr. Welcomes says. "The Nodes? They're not technically... Well, we technically do 'create' them, but they really already exist just as much as any un-Unified world does, in the various un-collapsed quantum states that aren't really polite conversation topics." He gives a friendly little thumbs up.     Then he rubs his hands together. "Oh, believe me, it's my pleasure!" He props his chin up on both elbows eagerly and waits for Noble Six to properly ask for the Node now. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa looks to Noble Six for a moment "Really I missed that I was ... fighting an spirit so horriic every hell and heaven had deined him and he was refused reincartnation. Then... Crystalids in Newfoundland later that day." She still looks a bit chilled after Jack and then the space bugs seriously she need s avacation somewhere nice warm and sunny. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren's eyes widen slightly when Mr. Welcomes explains that the nodes 'already exist'. He smiles at Eureka, "See, we learned something already!" Then he gasps in realization and looks back to Mr. Welcomes. "But the people of my node /know/ they're in a node, how did that happen? ...Or is that a question I need to ask Mr. Answers?" 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Kirito lightly frowns at this explanation, but it's not really the best time to press.     "What an awful night that must've been." He asides, suppressing a shudder. He doesn't know what 'Chryssalid' means, but just the name conjures really AWFUL images of the worst kinds of monsters. Insectile, even. Creepy.     "Halloween? That gave you this inspiration?" Kirito blinks, not following the thought pattern at all... 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "Well, I guess that makes sense." She says, as she glances back to Staren, "Bet you're glad you tagged along." She says, though now he's starting to get into his usual mindset of wanting to know more, "They knew they were in a node before you even got there? Hmm...I suppose it's not impossible..I know that many people theorized that there was a multiverse well before my world unified." She turns back to Speaks, and pulls something out of a pouch on her vest. A pair of dog tags, "These belonged to a SPARTAN-II named Jorge-052. He was the bravest, most fearless SPARTAN I ever had the pleasure of serving with. He sacrificed himself in the hope that it would save the world he had always called home. And he saved my life. Since that moment, I have done everything I can to live up to the example he set. To be brave, and strong, and to defend those who were not capable of defending themselves." She hopes she's doing this right. Those tags mean a lot to her, but if using them to help make a node will, in turn, help save the Multiverse, then she knows she'll be living up to the example that Jorge tried to set, "Everything I've spent my whole life doing was to battle the threat posed by the Covenant to the UNSC, and the billions of innocent civilians that were in harm's way. But now I know there's even more on the line than that, and I just hope that I will be strong enough to defend these people, when they need me." 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Observing and listening is a common thing for Auron to do in a situation like this. Information to store away for later, even if it's not going to be used for anything. Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it, right? He stands back from the group somewhat, doing just that-- observing and listening. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "We handle all the gritty details, don't worry." Mr. Welcomes says, putting a hand up and shaking his head at Staren. "We handle that, and a lot of other things. We just make sure everything's got optimized circumstance as much as we can, so you don't need to worrry."     Then attention turns to Noble Six... 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren looks back at Welcomes. "I thought you just--" Then he stops and shakes his head, stepping back. it's time for Welcomes to do his thing! 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa says "You have no idea Kirito..." She pauses for a moment at Noble Six as she speaks up for a moment. She just looks at Noble Six, she's a driven and focused woman to lose someone like that? She's never been in the military but she's known a lot of world war three vets and gets the idea how tight a unit could get, and that was for normal enlisted. "Well good luck Noble Six, it's quite the experiance when it happens." 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Mr. Welcomes seems eagerly attentive, in a respectful, passive way, listening to the story closely and engaging intensely. "Perfect!" He says, at the end of it. "Exactly the kind of Node Seed that'll do you well, and exactly the kind of motive that should take you far in it!"     "Well!" Clapping his hands together and rubbing the palms eagerly, he looks like he's about to start something big. "Shall we get started, then? Hold your chosen Node Seed forward, and we can begin!" And when Noble Six does so, he'll bring his hands back, and then SLAM their palm against the glass of his booth! Light rushes forward out of it, and consumes the tags, or at least that's what everyone but Noble Six sees.     "LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS THIS TIME!!"     Noble Six herself doesn't see the light rush forward; instead she sees reality itself seem to crack, and then suddenly shatter, like a mirror breaking from a sudden intense impact right at the palms of Mr. Speaks. The shards fall away, revealing only a pitch-black void, with Noble Six's perceptions suspended in it, disembodied. There'll be something more worth seeing shortly, no doubt. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren's expression hardens a bit as Noble Six tells her story of loss and heroism.     He raises his non-Eureka hand to shield himself from the light, and waits. For Noble Six, the interesting part is now -- for him, it is after, when she might talk about it, and he finds what Eureka learned, if anything. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     What resolves around Noble Six is a sight that Noble Six should know the tone of quite well. It's a human city, packed and industrial, though in the distance one can see densely cultivated farmland and forest, at the edges of a valley that this place is at the base of.     There's a vast craft hanging above, but it's not human, or at least it doesn't seem to have any design that looks human at all. Rounded and smooth, colored in deep red hues. The disembodied view is on the ground, for the most part, though, giving Noble Six a clear line of sight to see something unusual. A pair of alien races marching through the streets of a definitely human city. One is slim and short, with disgusting green skin, operating mechanical suits and various vehicles, while the other is more Brute-like, tremendous, bulky, gorilla-like, with much grayer colors, toting massive guns, heavy plate-like armor that covers their entire body, and infrequently wielding a wide variety of gravity-based energy melee weapons. Alongside them, swarms of spherical drones scout into the various urban structures, prompting screaming from within, shortly followed up upon by the soldiers in the streets breaching the buildings with great force.     Classic alien invasion. Definitely not Covvies. But a ground war definitely went on here, judging by the looks of the military wrecks and the distant sounds of explosions...     Then, a snap back to reality and a fading of the light leaves Noble Six right back where she was, and the dog tags no longer consumed by strange energies. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "Here we go again!" Kirito's experienced this once before, and it's nothing to take lightly. Even if the world does exist in the realm of possibilities, realized or not, fact of the matter is... this is still taking responsibility for its fate, and not something to be done lightly.     This is yet one more battle in the war that will have to be won, or else there will be unthinkable consequences.     He only gets out, with an arm up over his face, "What kind of world's going to turn out...?!"     That speech gave him several clear images. he's gotten genre savvy enough with the Nodes that he can wager a few guesses - none that he'll give voice to though!     Except one thing.     "We're headed straight into a war...!" 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     "Hmm." Staren doesn't comment on Kirito's statement. he just looks expectantly at Noble Six. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' Once the lights have cleared, and Noble Six is back to reality, she looks at the dog tags for a moment, and then turns around and looks at the others that are around, "It's some kind of alien invasion...Not the Covenant, at least not the ones I know." She says, "But it seems like we'll be having to face them down one way or another, because they're definitely not friendly looking." 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     "Hmm." Staren repeats. "I wonder if this will be as straightforward as it sounds." He looks to Eureka. "Get anything?" 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     An alien invasion? The brow of Auron's visible eye raises, and he inquires, "Breathable atmosphere, do you think?" He does intend to help if he's allowed to, but as a human being, he's also very attached to the activity of breathing air. But he also knows they're not /in/ the Node yet, so Noble Six may not know know that just yet. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa takes a moment as she looks for a moment at what she sees she looks to Kriito with an look of concern on her face she wonders how hard she should be pressing thing sbut this is six's node she's barking the orders here right? "So humm if they have computers I could try to get into them." 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "Alien invasion? If they're invading human territory, why wouldn't the air be breathable?" Kirito reasons? "Especially if there's still fighting going on... is there?" He asks Noble Six pointedly. Business-like and only slightly tense, Kirto's trying to analyze and extrapolate... 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Mr. Welcomes looks a little frazzled after all of that. He seems to be coming down from an exhilarating experience, he looks like someone who just got done skydiving or something incredible like that. "Well! That was fun! Looks like it worked out all fine!" With a brief little flourishing gesture, he says, "Your node has been created! The Valley of Discord seeks your rescue! And that sort of thing. I'm sure you'll provide!"     Out in the main lobby, a new Node Gate has been created: A threshold not unlike a blast door, or a bunker's doorways, with heavy hardware sealing it tightly closed, and tremendous motors or hefty, leverage-exploiting mechanisms required to unseal it. It's clearly designed by a pragmatic military. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "Nothing unexpected or out of the ordinary. A bombardment of potential conceptual payloads until one seemed to Resonate effectively with the dog tags and their associated conceptual background elements." Eureka says, quietly providing the data to Staren. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren simply nods to Eureka. Then looks to Noble Six. "We'll be glad to help." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "The Valley of Discord." Noble Six repeats, as she listens to Mr. Speaks' description. She turns back to Staren, and smiles, "I know you will. I know I can count on each and every one of you when the time comes, just as you all can count on me." 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Nodding to Kirito's statement, Auron notes evenly, "Likely. But better safe than sorry. Didn't want to assume." Then he looks at Noble Six. "I'll lend whatever help I can." Might not be much, but every little bit helps, right? 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa Says "Well we need to get to work don't we, why does my life keep dragging me into things like this I want to know." She's not about to run off now but she's feels so tiny when compared to everyone else... 

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562/Combat Training for Rhapsody

2014-09-09T04:59:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' The Ring of Philosophy is a good place for people to settle their differences. Or more importantly, training. Which is why Noble Six has set up one of the holographic projection rooms to have what looks like an old school earth gym. In the center of it is an eight sided caged in ring. Six is off to the side of the cage, remarkably out of armor. She is wearing a halter top and a pair of boxing shorts, and has on knee and elbow pads, and a pair of MMA gloves. The blonde SPARTAN is, at the moment, doing one armed push-ups while she waits for the Guildmaster to arrive. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     At first, Rhapsody thought that Noble Six was coming to Ravnica. After a little clarification, the Guildmaster put on her coat and made for Union HQ, headed up Axis Mundi, and found her way to a familiar place. She had been to the Ring a number of times with Jeannette. If Noble Six was calling her here, she already had an idea why. Spotting Six out of armor, the only reason she recognizes the Spartan is - - - well no she doesn't, actually, she's assuming that lady over there is Six. 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette did have a flight to catch, of course. An enjoyable one, too; the benefits of having your own spacefighter and the skill to use it were there, and the fact that she rarely got to fly by herslef any longer just made it all the sweeter. It also meant that the depature time she set was 'whenever the hell I feel like asking for take off clearance', and whe she heard someone else was going to try to train her student... she couldn't just leave then, now could she? She stays at the edge of the ring, watching the cybernetic supersoldier preprare her gear for her oppponent. When Rhapsody walks in, Jeannette moves to straighten out for a moment. The package she had been given laid carefully on a bench behind her. "Guildmaster." 

:'''{{#var:548|Xau'ra Tayuun (548)}} has posed:''' Xau'ra Tayuun, a male Miqo'te finds himself entering this space. Mostly because, well, Noble Six is a tricky person to catch but he-- isn't sure /who/ Noble six is. Just he was told she be here and well, he remembered she wanted to speak with him. Yet it would seem this day he comes in with two women-- Make that three-- here and so, the dark gray furred humanoid feline, decides to take a seat in the stands to watch, or-- just wait till he is addressed! After all, no reason to interrupt an event-- if one is happening. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The SPARTAN rolls over onto her back and then kips up to her feet. She heads towards Rhapsody, and actually smiles. It's probably weird, to see Noble Six out of armor, let alone smiling.     But yes, Noble Six is hard to pin down. The scarred SPARTAN reaches out one of her gloved hands for Rhapsody, "Guildmaster. Good to see you again." Yes, she has quite a few scars across her body, from what can be seen. Still, she's somewhat pretty despite the scars on her face as well, "I'm glad you could make it down here. I promised you combat training, and now you are going to get it." 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     Welp, Rhapsody's thought was right. First, that is Noble Six, and second, there was going to be training. The guildmaster rolls her neck a bit, offers a nod, "How did you want to go about it, Six?" she hasn't quite noticed Xau'ra, but she did offer a nod toward Jean on her way in. "Swordmistress.." Just don't say Sword Up, please, just no. 

:'''{{#var:548|Xau'ra Tayuun (548)}} has posed:''' Xau'ra tail twitches gently along side him on the stands. He is resting his arms across the upper part of his thighs. He pretty much remains to himself, though he does give a wave of his hand to Jean. Before his attention goes back to the two and he tilts his head faintly. Then he decides to speak up, "So, should I go get the betting pool ready?" There is a playful smirk on his face. 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Training was important, esspecially with one of her students. But the title give was more important, causing a twitch of a smile to form on her lips, as she gives her own nod. "It seems our Spartan friend, who has a lot less cybernetics than I had thought, is ensuring you know how to use your claws. I will hope you'll remember our general lessons. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Six turns her attention towards Xau'ra as he speaks up, "Oh. That voice.." She thinks for a second, "Xau'ra, right? We talked on the radio a while back." She looks back to Rhapsody for a moment, "There's gear for you over there." She motions to a locker near the ring, "You can get what you need. We're gonna just go a couple of rounds in the ring." A glance back to Xau'ra, "I dunno if you wanna take bets on this, but I'm more than happy to have more observers." She makes her way towards the entrance to the cage, "Would you care to play referee, Commodore?" 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     "Gear?" wasn't she already wearing everything she'd need? "What exactly will we be doing, Six?" Rhapsody asks before making her way over to inspect, and put on said gear, while listening for an answer to her question. "I won't forget," she muses toward Jean as she sets herself up. 

:'''{{#var:548|Xau'ra Tayuun (548)}} has posed:''' The male miqo'te chuckles softly as he sits up, "Aww-- no bets. Alright then. I'd probably go broke anyways!" He says with a playful smile. He has a set of canines on him really, but don't worry-- he isn't a vampire! Just something with his tribe. "And aye, that is me. Six correct?" He tilts his head slightly, "Though I would say having a number in a name is odd, but for my culture that is quiet common. Given my 'true'," he does air quotes, "Is Xau-- while ra, is the number I sit with my siblings.. which is four." Xau'ra raises a brow, "Though I doubt you are the sixth.. are you?" 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette Thompson looks to the ring, then back to Noble six, shaking her head, slightly. "I'm afraid, in this case, I would make a poor referee in this case. You are pitting my student aganist you, after all, and the temptation to validate my teaches is very high. The computer should be able to assist you. And there will not be real rules in combat. If one of you looks as if you plan on murdering the other, however, do not fear; I will certainly intervene then" 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "This is just a friendly sparring match. But if you wish." Noble Six replies to Jean, as she looks back to Rhapsody, "There's a sport that my people participate in. Combat sports. Ultimate Fighting, it was once called. This is a rather accurate mock-up of the type of ring they used to use. The rules are rather straight forward...Make your opponent submit, knock your opponent out, or render them otherwise unable to fight." She says, "We're going to do something similar, though without getting too crazy."     She moves to the cage and looks at Xau, sizing him up a little bit, "I am the sixth member of Noble Team." She replies, "And through a weird twist of fate, a survivor." She considers this for a second, "In various other timelines I have encountered, I am dead. It is somewhat jarring, I admit. But still something I have done my utmost to counteract." 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     A few moment's later, Rhapsody would be headed back toward Six, "So hand to hand, then?" she asks. She had been training with her blades with Jean. Going into a fight without them was going to be a little strange, but something she could understand the importance of. A long look is given the cage as she considers just who she was about to 'spar' with. 

:'''{{#var:548|Xau'ra Tayuun (548)}} has posed:''' Xau'ra listens to what Noble Six has to say and hmms softly. His ears go back a bit as he frowns, "That is a shame that other versions of you have moved along," He then tries to smile, "But, I am for one glad that you are with us." He also notes that indeed her number is-- well-- much like his own. Curious. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "Just hand to hand," Replies Six, "Try not to stab me in the middle of the fight. The safeties are on, but I'd still rather not have to deal with it out of armor." She moves over towards one of the corners in the cage, the red corner, and then adjusts her gloves a bit, "Ready when you are, Rhapsody." She says, motioning for the dragoness to attack her. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     The dragon gives a nod, makes sure the spellblades are set aside with her coat, and then she starts to sidestep around Six. She doesn't expect the Spartan to let her blindside her, but at least she can come in at an angle. When she does move forward, she feigns an overhead rake of a clawed hand, stops, and actually tries to sweep the spartan instead. With her tail. May as well make use of things Six doesn't have. 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette Thompson gives a nod to Noble Six as she annouces her position, and intention, awaiting the first strike thrown from her, or her student. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' Six moves herself into a position to engage Rhapsody as she goes for the strike with the tail. The blow makes a clean hit on Six's side, and stumbles the SPARTAN just a bit as she does. Of course, Six is mostly doing this to test Rhapsody's combat abilities if she's unarmed. She holds her side for a second, "Not bad... Using extra apendages when you can." She says, though she quickly moves in towards Rhapsody, striking at her with a solid knee, aiming for the Guildmaster's back if she doesn't turn around fast enough 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     Well, for an effective tailsweep, a 360 is required. Feeling her tail connect is satisfying, but the knee to the jaw when she comes around sends her reeling. "Good way to keep someone on their toes, right?" she replies as she regains her poise. A moment later she surges forward again. NOthing like a simple punch to get thing's going again, right? 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' A punch is good, the downside to it is that it can usually be pretty easily blocked or evaded by a trained fighter. Six keeps her guard up and moves to the side to evade that punch as it comes in on her, "Lead with your jab. You're telegraphing too much." Noble Six offers, as she sends out a jab with her left hand, and then a second. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     The guildmaster has enough since to bring her arms up to block, but it's awkward for her to do it, and it shows. Telegraphing? She wasn't sure how to even correct that. Arms stay up, but she does try to deliver a swift kick the spartan's side. This can't possibly go wrong, can it? 

:'''{{#var:548|Xau'ra Tayuun (548)}} has posed:''' As the training fight starts Xau'ra crosses his leg over his other and his arms over his chest. He tilts his head to the side and keeps his eye on the fight between the two. Maybe seeing if there is a few pointers he can pick up as well from watching and listening in on it. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' The kick connects well enough, and Six grunts, "You seem confused about telegraphing." She says, as she shifts her stance a bit, "Let me demonstrate.." And then Six hauls back to try to throw the biggest right hook she possibly can. It's kind of obnoxiously telegraphed. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' "A little, yeah!" Rhapsody admits as Six winds up. With the Spartan pulling back so much Rhapsody takes the moment to slip to the other side to try and send a hit toward her side, maybe a kidney, "I saw that, though!" 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' The kidney blow strikes hard, and Since actually winces for a moment. So not used to getting hit without armor. She'll have to do this more often, "The problem is to somebody who's well trained, even what you think isn't telegraphed can be.." Without warning, Six drops to the ground, kicking her feet onto either side of Rhapsody's and trying to trip up the dragoness. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     Well, for a few moments there Rhapsody thought she was doing pretty well. The sudden kick at her feet sends her flailing, ending up on her chest, "OUF!" breath, "Y-yeah," roll, rise, she's trying to get some distance from Six before she follows up on the sweep. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' Six rolls backwards, letting the dragoness go for now. She's not pursuing the fight quite as hard as she would normally. This is a training excercise after all, "Rhapsody, if someone were coming at you with a weapon and you were unarmed, how would you disarm them?" 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     The question causes Rhapsody to pause, considering it, "I never really thought about it!" she answers. She didn't have a weapon, neither did Six. "If I wanted to, I'd probably go for their hands, somehow." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "An excellent observation.." Six says, as she moves towards Rhapsody, "Pretend you have one of your blades and come at me." She motions for Rhapsody to attack her again. Once the dragoness gets within range, however, Six will reach out to grab her arm, and with a twist of her body, throw the Guildmaster over her shoulder. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     She could do that, sure. She moves for the Spartan again, makes a slicing motion, and then finds herself tossed, for lack of a better term. She'd end up on her back with a thud and a cough, "Ouf. Y-yeah, something like that," she says, a little dazed. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "One of the keys to fighting unarmed," Six says, as she kneels next to Rhapsody, "Is turning your opponent's strength against them. That's the most effective way to eliminate an opponent in hand to hand." She stands back up and offers a hand to Rhapsody, "That's enough for now. Next time will be small arms training." 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     The Guildmaster takes the hand and pulls herself up, nodding, "you mean guns?" well -that- will be different. The closest thing Rhapsody has to that is her red spellblade. "That will be a bit .. awkward for me, probably." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "We'll make it work, I'm sure. This place is all hard light holograms. I'm sure we can go through it's database until we find a gun that fits your hand." She muses, as she leaves the cage and motions for Rhapsody to follow. 

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498/How to Train Your Dragon

2014-09-09T01:34:29Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Rhapsody had been told a few things at the beggining of the training session, with what must have seemed /forever/ ago at this point. Jeannette had drawn her sword, and said. "For now, we are enemies. I am going to try to kill you, and you, me. That is the most important part of this exercise. Beyond that, you will not use the magic in your swords, or anything but your sharpened blades, and claws. Agreed?" She's probably wasn't liking the fact that she just agreed to that. For the next few days, it was wake up early, do exercises, and spar. And for the most part, each fight, each attack, got in a few moves. Sometimes, Rhapsody got a few cuts in, and lasted a few minutes. Other times, it was the first swing. But each simulation ended with the feeling of a blade pressed into her, neck, spine, head, the sword or Jeannette's handblade, before her dying/dead 'body' is thrown across the ground, and left to fall... before the simulation began again. When Rhapsody demanded a break, she got it: thrusting the sword forward multiple times, holding them above her head for minutes. They broke for lunch, and for sleep, at HQ, and then, when it started again... it started again. Jeannette stood at the edge of the ring. Somehow, after each break, her uniform was neatly pressed, what little wounds she had dressed professionally, and her harness and blades shined enough to gleam. "All right. En guarde." 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     And it was maddening. Each time Rhapsody was stabbed, sliced, skewered, or run through, it added to the anger building in the back of her mind. Why, oh WHY, did she AGREE to that stipulation. Only her claws? Only the spellblades? What in the -blazes- was the rule for? She wasn't a human. She was something utterly NOT human. Yet here she was, falling again and again and again, with no shred of progress that she could see. The very words 'en guarde' were becoming a trigger. Sometimes she would frenzy, sometimes she would lunge, sometimes she would wait, but after so long of this insanity happening again and again and again, well... something was about to snap. Not this time, however. This time she steps forward, draws -both- blades, and hopes that maybe this time, she'll actually get a win.         Not very likely. 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' That anger was something Jeannette had seen. Something she had felt before. She knew how tempting it was to give into it, to it's energy, it's strength, it's blindness to everything else. And Rhapsody was every bit the Red her father was, given the evidence she saw here. With the rules she had given Rhapsody, and the anger she was showing, Jeannette was still on guard, but she knew, /knew/, what that sort of combination would lead to with an opponent that had taken just a bit of time to brush up on the standard Boros fighting techniques. If Rhapsody was going to watch it later on, She would see that Jeannette hardly even moved from her position. It was almost a dance move, how her own sword twirled in, brushing aiside one of her swords, and stepping into the other, her hand blade exteneding and jamming into the underside of her neck, completeing the spin to toss the now 'lifeless', scaly body across the ground. Her twirl is completed as she turns to where Rhapsody would be after the reset. "Again. En guarde." 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     Another skewering, another reset, and once Rhapsody is on her feet again she actually stumbles at those words. Her rage was building, it would come back again, soon. What was so maddening about all of this how simple Jean made it look time and time again. Still, there's no protest, no yelling, instead as she steps forward, that one step shatters the apathy. Instead, one simple phrase floats through his her head. (It MIGHT have been whispered by Sidonia, but there's no telling if its true.) "SCREW YOUR RULES!" is roared out before suddenly the dragon's energized breath blasts are going -everywhere-. Yes, some of them are sent Jean's way, but it's clear Rhapsody has had enough, "I'm not a damn human, DO YOU GET THAT YET?!" and then, in a moment that Jean should mark on her calendar, Rhapsody's form actually changes. For the first time, outside of her lair atop Nivix, Rhapsody's actually taken her true form. It's only 12 feet tall, but the rage roiling off of it is palpable. The roar of anger she sets loose toward Jean is -loud- to say the least. (It's kinda like this: http://i.imgur.com/eZ2iGeL.jpg (No halo no scales except down her chest, head, and back) 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette knew that, eventually, something like this would happen. She had her doubts, of course, after it had taken a solid weaken of defeat and breaking her down. If she had stomped out, angerily, that would have been a lesson too. A weaker one. But eventually, she was going to do something that was aganist the rules. Now, the difference between her plan and what had happened was she was expecting it to be charged spell swords, or a conniving energy blast... Not ... well. this. Her loud roar has her blink for a moment, before the energy is flying, zooming past her and going everywhere. Her sword comes up, moving to deflect one of the blasts, energy absorbed and thrown to the side, before she screams in pain as one turns her side into melted synthetic fabrics burned into flesh. She collapses to the ground, panting, hand reaching to her pistol. A tortured mental command causes the current clip to slide out... before she looks up, and up, and up, to the practically 1 story building of a dragon towering above her. She freezes for a moment, as the roar of anger causes her hair to swirl, her ears to ring, and her voice to only work in whispers. "Oh." And then her hand is fratically sliding along her tortured combat harness, pulling at charred, brittle synthetic leather to get a clip of explosive penetrators out. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     A dragon's ire is no small thing. After so many days of constantly being put to the ground, is it any surprise that Rhapsody's anger caused her to lash out in such a manner? Too bad for Jean, if she just expected Rhaps to go in half-assed, well, she doesn't know how Izzet Rhapsody really is. If anyone listens REALLY closely, someone is clapping, somewhere, despite there seemingly being no one else around. The fact this is a training sim allows Rhapsody to follow through with her assault. The earlier blasts were small.. the next one requires a full breath. What comes racing out of the dragon's maw is a pillar of bright white energy, burning, raw, and devistating. Jean, you'd better move. 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      As that white energy burns across the simulation, there is another roar from the doorway. One that is obviously a challenge. Bahamut, the self-proclaimed King of Dragons, is standing there, wings spread, arms out, and claws extended in a menacing manner. He is pretty tall himself, topping out around 15 feet, and very bulky. And he is grinning. He hasn't gotten to see another intelligent dragon yet, so he is relishing this opportunity, be it to fight or to talk.      He seems quite ready to do the former, but his grin says he is going to have fun with it. "Quite the display." he rumbles in his deep, booming voice. 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette was on the ground, injured, and feeling a large amount of pain at the moment. She barely had a chance to reload her weapon before the breath is charged up, and sent right toward her. "Oh... damn it." She can only say, before rolling away from the blast. It takes a good chunk of her body away, the sheer energy of it cooking off even the ammunition she had in specially designed clips. When the blast subided, there was nothing but a charred section of skeleton, half the face still visable, the other half a mess of grining skull and the wafting chemical scent of burning synthetic mixed with flesh. And then Jeannette's standing at her original position, still wincing a moment, gloved hand flexing, as she looks up to Rhapsody. "Screw my rules? Is that all you have to say? No explination for breaking them, beyond you did not want to follow them?" Her voice is matter of fact, void of either approval and condemnation. Her head turns toward Bahumet as he enters, and, for the moment, two large, roaring dragons are around her, one of which seems to be very... very angry at her. Her mind itches to call in the Marines at the door in a irrational bout of terror. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     In the back of her mind, she heard Bahamut, but when Jean calls Rhapsody out on breaking the rules, the other dragon is forgotten for a moment, "Yes. SCREW your rules! I came to LEARN from you and what have you TAUGHT me apart from that you can kill me at your leasure while I struggle to do ANYTHING against you? You do it with minimal effort, without break, and without a SHRED of advice! ENOUGH!"     About this time, the combat high is starting to wear a little thin. There's an unsteady step, and then in a wink Rhapsody is back to her normal self, though the coat and everything else is gone for the moment. THIS is when she realizes Bahamut is there, and her scaleless hide is there for everyone to see. "..........ohgodohgodohgod." 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut can hardly believe it when he is ignored. Until he sees that anger directed at Jean. He chuckles after the outburst, then relaxes his stance. And when Rhapsody transforms back to her usual self, he tilts his head. "Two forms. Intriguing." he says before blinking as she starts stammering. "What is wrong, my lady? I see nothing to be ashamed of." he says, grinning again.      Bahamut then looks toward Jean and offers a nod. "And I suppose you are responsible for her rage? I apologize for interrupting. Someone mentioned the Izzet guildmaster was here training. I have been looking forward to meeting her." 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' She snaps her fingers toward Rhapsody, a thundercrack in the almost silent space after the roars stop. Bahumut may notice two Marines in service dress, taking up position behind him, fingers twitching around the advanced batte rifles and their smart munitions launchers. The roars and a second dragon entering seemed to have made them a bit nervous. But Jeannette tries to control the space with that snap. "Focus, Rhapsody, or I will put you through these days again! You screwed my rules, you broke them, and for the first time since we started here, took the initative. The question I should ask, then, is not /why/ you broke the rules, but what made you think you needed to follow them in the first place?" She says, cocking her head. "When we started, what was the first thing that I said to you? The very first thing, I said was critical." She turns to Bahmut, and stands her ground. "I am. I would think it customary for the new individual to offer his introduction first, before I offer mine." 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     The thundercrack gets Rhapsody's attention, but it's brief, "You said.." she spots her coat, -scrambles-, and has it on a moment later before finally turning to take in the new faces in the room. There's -another- dragon, some marines, and the Commodore, of course. It's only once her coat is back on that she regains enough of her composure to answer, "You said we'd .. try to kill each other, and you had me agree to only using my swords and claws." Pause. "... And we were -training-. Why would I break my word..?" she realizes where this is going, but the exercise is kind of upsetting since even with all her anger, breaking her word is just something she does not do. 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut rumbles and looks over his shoulder as those marines flank him, then he crosses his armos over his chest and looks back toward the pair in the Ring. "I am Bahamut, King of Dragons and Aeon of Bevelle." he says confidently, standing tall and proud as he speaks, his body turned just slightly in what could best be described as a 'heroic' pose.      He then glances at the marines again before looking to Jean. "The guards are not needed. I am a guardian myself. A defender of justice and preserver of life for my world." 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette Thompson does wait until Rhapsody responds, and, more importantly, until she has her coat on, before responding. "Very close. What I said to you is that I was your /enemy/. That I, of course, was trying to kill you." She says, turning her head a bit, transmitting a short range burst of signal. <<Tense situation. Withdraw.>> Terse, but the Marines, none too happily, move away from their flanking positions, back to the door of this part of the Ring. And then back to Rhapsody. "We were training, yes. We were in an exercise. And part of it, of course, was to strength you, to put you through a work out, to let you get a feel for my style. But the heart of the matter, was why you would agree to the rules your enemy places upon you? I told you right away what I would be doing, but you accepted my imposed limitations. And you continued to throw yourself into the breach. You could have stopped. Told me you weren't going to continue. Forced me to change the rules." She takes a step forward, placing her gloved hand on Rhapsody's shoulder. "I am your friend again, Rhapsody. Which is why you need to remember the most important thing, which I hope has been placed in your head. Always, /always/ mantain the initative. The enemey must do what /you/ dictate, react to your moves, and not you to his. If he attempt to seize the initative from you, knock him off balance. Do something he's not expecting, and take it back. This, above all else, leads to victory." She then turns over to Bahmut. "I am Commodore Dame Jeannette Thompson, of the Royal Triancian Navy, Knight-Commander, Order of the Three Admirals, The Baroness Raletza. And my Marines are there more for realpolitick than the nobility you espose. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     A sigh is heaved, a nod is given, and a very tired dragon has a very valuable lesson imparted upon her. "You're right," she admits after a long moment before her gaze sheepishly turns upward at ... Did he just say... "Er..." Why is it that, lately, her first impressions have been absolutley awful..? 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut actually seems impressed with Jean's recitation of her name and titles. He chuckles lightly. "Again, I apologize for interrupting your session. However, it seems your lesson is well learned, if a bit technical. Such a detail is easily lost when one is expecting a training session." Obviously, he hasn't met the Azorius. "If you wish, I could stand in as a sparring partner."      He looks at Rhapsody after that. "Is something wrong?" he asks, looking the smaller dragon over. "Why do you wear that coat? Dragons should proudly display their hide!" he says, apparently not noticing that she is lacking armored scales as he flexes, showing off his own armored scales. 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette Thompson nods, slowly, before patting her on the shoulder. "Good! Now, En garde. Remember, I'm your friend again. So come at me, with thought and planning, and when I say stop, stop moving." She says, moving back to her corner. "My rules were limiting, yes, and my style was overly, needlessly ruthless, but that doesn't mean it was wholly limiting. A swordswomen with the right training would have had an even chance, which you do not have, yet." When Bahmut speaks, she nods. "It is an important lesson. I've learned it the hard way. Letting anger overtake you robs you of the initiative. I don't think we need another one just yet, and /back to what I was saying." She says, quickly talking past the dragon who might have just placed a talon in his muzzle. "The Boros have given you a good base of training, but it's meant to be used on an untrained swordsman. Strength and power of magic will take you past the higher bit of rabble, but an Elite combatant requires you to be more fluid. Flexible." 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     While it's clear Bahamut means well, the way he points out her coat that causes her to pull it a little tighter over her frame, "..." Her crestfallen expression doesn't help matters. Clearly there's something there she's not proud about. Hide? Scales? If not for her father she would have neither. Jean seems to sieze on the moment and yanks Rhapsody's attention back to the training at hand. Hearing Those Words gets her to flinch, but she's quick to re-assume her stance. Someone has those words ingrained in their mind pretty deep. 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette waits for Rhapsody to return to her position, and brings her own sword up. If Rhapsody comes at her, there would be a motion, and then the word 'Stop!' "All right, you attempted to go for a chop of my midsection. Good, but remember, it's a downward strike. A quick swordswoman is going to be able to step to the left and attempt to stab. But that's the importance of your other blade. If you know where I'm going to be going..." And it continues like that, for some time, at the very least. A strike coming from Rhapsody, a pause, and an explination, blow by blow. Jeannette stops at the killing blow she would have made, explaining the mistake. And, as the night goes one, that and the experiance of being defeated seems to take a bit of shape, and that time between the point of contact and the defeat slowly, slowly extends it's average. It isn't a big change, and it isn't holding Jeannette off, but it's certainly a start. 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut stays to watch, standing like a stoic statue in a proud stance. He makes no comments except to encourage Rhapsody, and when the training session is finally over he offers his opinions on the matter, mostly that Rhapsody has great power and shouldn't be afraid to use it. Then, he takes his leave of the two ladies, mentioning that he would like to see the Guildmaster in action again. 

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446/GENESIS: Auron

2014-08-24T02:19:37Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     The Homeworld. He's heard much talk about these Abstractum, much talk about the threat that they were apparently created to combat, the mysterious 'Them'. Something with the power to destroy entire worlds? Besides... he knows the feeling of wanting to cease existing, but being unable to.     The hub of the place is very likely where Auron will end up first. He's been wanting to look around the place anyway, but hasn't been able to get out here until this evening. Now that he has a chance, he has decided to come check the place out. The best place to start, he decides, is in the main lobby. Start from the beginning, right?     He pauses, though, at seeing the variety of beings here. Hm. Obviously he missed something. But then, he hasn't really been privy to the developments happening here on the Homeworld. Only as second-hand accounts when they're spoken about on the Union radio channels. But anyway. Information gathering is GO! Even in machina-hating Spira there were information terminals. So he first looks for something like this to start the search for information! 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     There's actually just a booth of sorts, set just off the center of the lobby. It's a Mr. Welcomes Booth! The thick glass completely seals it in, leaving no openings. He might be a holoprojection! But the middle-aged man, with thin, graying hair and a bright sort of face, seems here to dispense information on a variety of subjects. He's wearing a nicely tailored but practical sort of work suit, as well as a subtle sort of smile at all times. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     It seems the Homeworld is where Noble Six has been coming more and more often, particularly after a battle. She's not armorless, this time, but the armored plates are still showing the scars from the acid burns thanks to Baron Nashor.     The red armored SPARTAN is mostly just wandering. She's been looking for ways to improve Enforcer's power...And since she seems to keep missing out on nodes, she thinks if she stalks around here long enough, she may find better ways to get in on them.     She does spot Auron, he is pretty hard to miss, after all, and she gives him a wave. The two haven't had too much interaction, but she's fought along side him a couple of times...A good enough way to get to know someone, short of fighting against them. 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Auron catches sight of the man there in the booth. The booth looks particularly important so he turns in that direction, greeting the man with a nod. As he turns towards the booth however, he notices Noble Six. "Hello," he offers. He decides to head in her direction instead of immediately to the booth. Indeed, he doesn't know her too well, but he does know she's an ally. And he needs to get better with this 'small talk' business. "What brings you out here?" 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Don't worry, Six needs to do the whole 'small talk' thing more often. She's never been much for chatting with people. She's often much more direct. 'All business', as they put it. She hmms a little bit at his question, "I am seeking ways to improve the power of my Abstractum. Considering the vast majority of them happen here at the Homeworld, I figured I would increase my chances of being able to increase his power by remaining on station in the area. If I am needed outside of here, the warpgate isn't far." 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Mr. Welcomes, for his part, just gives a quick and friendly wave to Auron as he decides against speaking to the man in the booth. Guy doesn't mind! Let's see what's up with that.     Enforcer, the little eye at Noble Six's arm, speaks up brightly. "Heya! We're also being way too antisocial around here for such a crowded place. What're you here for? I'm sure the boss can help you with whatever you need." 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     "A good idea," Auron replies. He tilts his head slightly, as if in thought. Pause. A look to the booth with Mr. Welcomes. Then he looks back to Noble Six. His attention is turned to the eye on Noble Six's arm as it speaks. He hasn't actually had the pleasure of interacting with an Abstractum, that he can remember. Not directly, anyway. "Greetings to you as well. Enforcer, I assume?"     He looks again to the booth, and then to Noble Six and Enforcer. Then he tilts his head quickly in the booth's direction. "I was going to ask for some information anyway. Join me? You might be able to ask him for ideas, too." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     "Sure." Six replies, "I am often finding myself a bit confused too, so I don't see a problem with joining you to learn anything I don't know." She glances down at Enforcer, "I'm not being antisocial. I'm being asocial. There's a difference."     Was that a joke? It might have been. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "Ehh, potato, tomato." Enforcer says with a bit of a chuckle at that joke, good-naturedly accepting the correction. "Between me, Six, and Welcomes, I'm sure we can get you some answers! And yep! I'm Enforcer!" A bit of a brief flourish with the eye. "Nice to meet you." 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Joke or not, Auron gives a quiet chuckle at the statement to Enforcer. Though he doesn't respond directly to it, since it wasn't aimed at him. But he does offer in response to the introduction, "Good to meet you as well." He heads over to the booth, being sure not to leave Six and Enforcer behind and greets Mr. Welcomes with a nod and, "Hello. I was wondering what sort of information is available for the situation with the Abstractum. I'm rather new to this, so a little unsure where to begin." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Six moves up behind Auron as he heads to Welcomes, to start asking his questions. At the question he does ask, she hmms a little bit. That question is a bit vague, but having a starting point is always a good place to begin. She'd offer a bit of advice but there's a good chance that Welcomes knows more than she does. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "Hi there!" Mr. Welcomes says, brightly, giving a quick wave to Auron. "You want just a basic run-down? I can give you a bit of a glossary that one of the users put together, if you want!" He gestures with friendly and upbeat mannerisms and a positive sort of tone. "It'll let you know what to ask about, anyway!"     On the surface of the glass, a window with text pops up! It's in various languages, all translated. One of these has to work, right?     http://puu.sh/aYouM/c91c9b8af2.txt 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Thankfully Auron can read a couple of different languages thanks to the Sword Art Online incident. He sort of needed to learn how to read English and Japanese pretty fast. So he shouldn't have much trouble reading this. It doesn't take him long to read it. It's a good starting point, too. "Hmm..."     Pause, a look at Six and Enforcer. "...You want to increase Enforcer's power?" A tilt of the head to the document. "This says Resonance is a measure of the Abstractum's power, and that Genesis Drive grants Resonance. Should we try that?" Does Auron know what he's getting into? Probably not. But it'll help strengthen an Abstractum, make it stronger for Them. Good enough for him. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "I don't see why not." Noble Six says, "I did one the other day, though. Enforcer are you up for doing another one so soon?" She asks, as she looks at the left gauntlet of her armor. She glances back up to Auron, "And are you sure you want to have an Abstractum?" 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah! I mean, only had me a bit tired for an hour or two, not like we get sore." The little shield says with a bright sort of tone. "Boss is right, this is a bit of a heavy decision. But, I mean, if you're up for this whole 'stuck with a thing depending on you for life' stuff, I think we can get this done real quick. Just need consent from the both of you!" 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     "I've heard about these Nodes," Auron replies to Six. "They seem to be entire worlds based on the one who creates them. I don't want to create another Spira." A shake of his head. "But this enemy, this... 'Them', isn't one I can fight any other way. The network they're connected through should keep me informed of changes."     He nods. "This seems to be the best way I can help." Looking to Enforcer, "It will make you stronger as well. So it seems to be the best option." Mind, he only thought that through /after/ he suggested it, but he does have a point. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "I understand what you mean." Noble Six replies, "They're not like any enemy I've ever gone up against. Normally I can just point progressively larger guns at them until they die." She frowns, "But these, I'm not really sure. As far as the nodes go, I've been to a few of them, but I'm not the most experienced...I...Admittedly don't get into many of them because I don't know the participants.." 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "See, this is why you need to get out more." Enforcer says, in a good-humored 'I told you so' kind of way. "Don't worry, the Nodes will make sure it's mostly stuff you can just shoot at, most cases." It seems upbeat about this. Then, "Right, so! That's... Sorta consent from Auron, I suppose! Just hit me with some consent, boss, and I'll start this up whenever you two wanna get it done." 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Auron gives a bit of a smirk. "We have... similar issues. I don't get out much either," he notes as Six mentions not knowing many of the participants of the Nodes. Enforcer's words get a nod. "I apologize. You need more explicit consent? Then I give my consent." He looks to Six again, waiting for her to confirm it as well. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "Lets do it." Six replies to Enforcer, "And part of the reason I'm hanging out here is to meet other Users and be able to get into nodes..So this is a good chance to do so.." 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "Well, hey, if both of you are alright then, I'll get to work!" The little armor module settles in, stretching out within its little gem as if limbering up for upcoming exertion. "Alright..."     "Powering Genesis Drive."         THEME: http://tinyurl.com/ABSTRACTUM-PROCUREMENT     A vivid red light shines out of the Enforcer's eye as it shifts, slowly, into a monotone. "User explicit consent confirmed. Candidate User explicit consent confirmed. Drawing resonance." Loud whirring builds to a peak in the Abstractum; a burst of wind blasts out of the Enforcer that sends small shockwaves into the environment.     "ASSEMBLING CONCEPTS. AMPLIFYING PARADIGMS." It speaks in a harder monotone. "DETERMINING IMPRINT." Auron is going to feel a sensation not entirely unlike being grasped, tightly, but instead of in physical space, it's in another spatial axis entirely. It lifts him, and then he's struck against reality, with the sensation of leaving an imprint in it, a mold of sorts.     When he's struck against reality, there's a bright red shockwave of light and another swirling rush of wind, likely to blow light debris around. "CONCEPT MOLD ESTABLISHED. ENGAGING FULL GENESIS." And, it would seem, this "imprint" gets filled in. Like certain actions before it, this "filling in" seems to be performed on another spatial dimension, looking the way a mold might look to a flatlander when filled.     The blade that suddenly comes into reality is wide, extremely hefty with a tip that goes even wider and spreads out into a pair of pronged reverse-blades. It's more like an elongated spade style design, especially with the crossguard bent the way it is, and the handle bearing an unusual crossbar at its pommel. At the crossguard, a gem slowly begins to form, and within the gem, a defined black pupil comes into being, surrounded by a pair of shadowy eyelids.     Both Abstractum speak in unison now. "NETWORK MESSAGE: A new Abstractum has been deployed. Thank you for assuming the duty of protection. When They return, together we'll end them." And, abruptly, everything settles down., Enforcer seems less exhausted than the last time, albeit only by a little, panting just a bit less heavily for a shorter period of time. "Man, that rush really doesn't get old." It says, in a friendly way, to Noble Six.     The blade itself now, floating for a moment, is coming to rest. Auron should probably pick it up. It's also beginning to wake up, the eye slowly opening after all that creation rigmarole. Auron probably should introduce himself! 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "Somehow I figured you'd get a sword." Six says, laughing a little bit as she looks back down at Enforcer, "Well if you like it, I suppose we need to keep finding folks to make Abstractums for, then." She hrms a little bit, waiting for his Abstractum to come around and undoubtedly do his introduction. 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     This is a /strange/ sensation! His coat flaps and his hair is ruffled in the breeze created by the Genesis Drive, and he almost flinches away. But Auron's not the type to let something that's weird to him get to him. He's been in the Multiverse for how long? There's enoguh weird things in the Multiverse that he shouldn't be too bothered.     He waits. Sees what happens. And the sword that appears... is familiar. Concept mold? He made a concept mold that produced a sword like Jecht's? He's rather flabbergasted. It's an unusual look that comes to his face then. One of surprise... and no small bit of nostalgia. Recognition? As if he knows the sword.     Six's words get a nod. "Not just any sword," he notes as he makes to take hold of the handle of the weapon. His tone is warmer than it is usually, giving him a slightly younger sound than his voice "This sword very much resembles the one that... a dear friend of mine wielded." Which would explain that look he had on his face. He also looks to Enforcer, "Are you all right?"     Looking to the sword, he notes the opening eye. "Hello," he offers. "My name is Auron. And you?" His voice maintains that warmer tone. In fact, is that a note of shyness? 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "Iiiii'm gonna be fine, don't worry about me!" Enforcer calls out briefly to Auron. "Just need a bit to catch my breath, is all!" And it seems to be taking it now, after a few affirmative-looking nods to Noble Six.     The large sword slowly seems to reach awakeness, and gives a canny, sharply intelligent sort of look dead on to Auron. "Hey. Name's Suchiru. Nice to meet you, Auron. You're my User, right? Fantastic, it's good to meet you. Thanks for making me exist, guy!"     The tone's carefully constructed to ease him socially and make him not take this too terribly seriously. Very socially aware, this one. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' Well now that Auron and his sword need to get aquainted, Six glances down at Enforcer, "Lets go wander around a bit more, Enforcer. Let these two get aquainted." She glances back up to Auron, "If you get a node going, give me a holler. I'd love to help you out." And with that, she turns and heads off, wandering deeper into the Homeworld. 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     "That's doubtful," Auron replies. "But if I'm able to help with someone else's Node, I'll mention you. Take care. And thank you." He nods as she heads off, and then turns his attention to Suchiru. The tone seems to have its intended effect, and Auron's mouth pulls into a small smile. "Good to meet you as well," he returns.     Though he doesn't quite seem to know what to say beyond that. He's... kind of taken off guard by the form the Abstractum took. In a good way, of course! He does eventually note, "You'll need a proper sheath." Because he does have a sheath for his Katana; it'd be weird to just tote a sword that size on his shoulder everywhere. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "Sheath would be good! Let's see, let's see... Looks like some guy called Lloyd made a couple for another Abstractum. Wanna see him about it?" The blade says, in a friendly way. "I mean, I can probably just mostly-dull the edge if you need me to, but hey, I'm not gonna turn down some blade pants." Blade pants? What. "It'll be enough for taking me home, anyway. I'm guessing you don't live here, huh?" A bit of curiosity, clearly intending to draw out Auron's involvement and get a solid back and forth going. 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Auron chuckles quietly at the mention of 'blade pants'. An automatic response forms, that he knew someone who could obtain such a thing. But then again... the spirit of Abstractum -- and perhaps the Union as a whole -- is 'cooperation', isn't it? A nod. "We'll ask. There might also be other things I'm not aware of that need to be taken into consideration in designing a sheath for a weapon-Abstractum."     And then he finally thinks to ask, "...Do you require maintenance? Apart from what a sword should have." Auron can definitely promise that; he's used swords all his life, so he knows exactly how to take very good care of one! 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "Don't worry, I can keep myself in shape." The sword says in an assuring way. "Sure not gonna turn down a good sharpening, though, it'll keep me in peak condition, but baseline good maintenance? Nah, I can handle that, don't worry! You being alive handles all that." The posture of the blade itself seems to shift in a cartoonish way, accentuating the assuringness and such. 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Auron nods. "I see." Pause. "...Objections to being doused in fairly strong alcohol on occasion?" he asks, in a completely serious tone. This is also a valid question, since he tended to use said fairly strong alcohol to channel his qi when required. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "I'm pretty sure I can't get drunk. Probably! I won't mind it. It'll probably be a bit weird, but hey! Could turn out fun." The sword says with a really normal sort of tone, like this whole topic was just standard. 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     A smirk. "I've dealt with a drunk Blitzball player before," Auron notes. "Unpleasant, but doable." A pause, and he thinks of something else. "Do we 'share' pain? So to speak." 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "Nah! Don't worry. I've got all my own independent sensations and stuff." Suchiru assures Auron. "I can pick up on medical issues. Aside from that? No big deal if I get snapped in half for you. I can regenerate any damage that's not to my Core, if you give me long enough, so go ahead and use me like pretty much any other sword, really." 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Auron nods. He was less concerned about Suchiru's pain causing him distress and more worried about the other way around, honestly, since he tended to try to ignore pain for the most part when battling. He didn't want to cause the Abstractum any stress. "I'll seek to avoid that, but I'll keep it in mind."     So begins Auron's time as an Abstractum... parent? Caretaker? Guardian? The thought makes him smile a bit. It seemed he was a Guardian again. Which, ultimately, isn't a bad thing. He has a purpose again. 

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476/Behind Enemy Lines - Noble Six targets Tesla Armadia

2014-08-24T02:18:40Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Take one look around and the phrase 'Hell on Earth' may come to mind. Steam and smoke belch out of ragged breaks in the ground, sometimes the very soil around them hot enough to have a faint visible glow to it. Occasionally when enough acrid fumes boiled into the air a shower of acid rain would batter the barren landscape, but for now it was just covered in banks of thick, choking fog. Hope whatever armor you wore has respirators in it. Several years ago, when the Confederacy took full control of the nearby Titanium Valley, measures were put in to prevent the raging underground fires of the Deep caverns from spreading into the valuable mineral resource mines of its neighbor. In doing so it was discovered just how much of a terrible, inhospitable location this was. And deciding what better place to hide things you never want even some of your own faction to see than a place that even the most stubborn of Elites would have a tough time stomaching going into. Though on the ground level it looked like no more than an abandoned equipment warehouse in midst of one of the delapitated ghost towns. But this is where tracking ops had detailed one certain technopathic mastermind coming and going repeatedly over the last several weeks. The mission was obvious enough -- Find out what Armadia was working on in this god forsaken place, put a stop to it, and if possible, to her. But just the location alone required a bit more than your average assassin... 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The UNSC had gotten particularly good at reconing unhospitable climates during their years of war with the Covenant. ONI in particular had been doing recon on several Confederate officers at the urging of Noble Six, so that she could find some targets to go after.     She'd decided to go big for her first target, since they had locked down the location of the armadillo major. This area would be perfect. Her armor would be more than enough to protect her from the environmental dangers, and the UNSC electronic countermeasures craft that had settled into a holding pattern overhead would be jamming communications from the ground. Coming to a stop at the edge of the ghost town, Noble Six took a knee, as she went over the map on her HUD, putting a waypoint on the building that Tesla had been seen entering. Activating her active camoflage, the SPARTAN disappeared from view and headed towards her target 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Occasionally movement flickers through the dense smokey fogs, vage humanoid forms seeming to whisp in and out of sight as they move, adding to the aire of creepiness one would anticipate in an abandoned ghost town. Of course advanced scans reveal them to just be strategically placed holograms for the effect, but to a typical non-Elite, the spookiness is enough to keep your average snoop out. The row of gawdy music and roughhousing can be heard from within the rundown saloon, furthering the atmosphere. Though a glance through the smudgy window reveals the source to be a pack of Tesla's psychotic furball minions entertaining themselves ... By getting drunk on whatever those beakers of hideous foaming gunk are being served at the bar and then beating the snot out of their cloned kin, saloon fight style. Best to let them be and continue on towards the warehouse, they don't seem to be noticing anything other than their own self-inflicting brutality upon each other. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     A small spy camera is left in front of the saloon, to give her an early warning if the creatures inside decide to leave. And besides, seeing them beat the hell out of each other should still be very entertaining. She moves on down to the warehouse, and tests the door. It is, remarkably, not sealed, presumably because no one would be crazy enough to come out here.     The SPARTAN lets herself in, and then quickly moves to a corner of the room. She drops the cloak, staying crouched in the shadows of the corner, so she can observe for any guards or traps. Reaching behind her back, she pulls out one of the prototype supressed M7 sub machine guns. A perfect weapon for taking out targets in close quarters without alerting the entire base. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Once you get inside the warehouse it is a lot more obvious that this isn't a part of the rundown and forgotten structures of the former mining town. There's a few stacks of crates here and there, all bearing the armadillo-curled-into-geartooth-circle logo of GEAR as well as the basic Confederate IDs. What gets a bit more attention is that most of the warehouse is filled with containment devices. Stasis tubes, containment field generators, drop pods, electrified shackles, cages of all sorts and sizes. Hell, there's reinforced cells large enough to hold a Dinobot, at least temporarily. At the center of the building is a large cargo lift elevator, surrounded by several more of those cat-gremlin minions moving stuff around. And as there is no where for the lift to go up at this point, that means it can only go in one other direction.... 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Alright, she's going to need to take out those gremlynx, all at once, without setting off any alarms or anything. Noble Six reactivates her cloak and moves closer. Once she's within range, she strikes. Her knife comes out of it's sheath, and into the throat of the closest gremlynx. After the blow is struck, she rips the blade from it, and throws it across the lift at one of the other creatures.     The SMG goes to work, the suppressed shots firing off two round bursts at each of the remaining little minions, trying to strike alll of them down before any of them even have a chance to react to the SPARTAN's sudden presence. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' In approaching the chatter of the gremlynx becomes audible... though it's all incipherable nonsense to the untrained ear, sounding like gibberish and broken english even in translation though it's clear they're communicating with each other. It's like getting the words but not all the context and syntax. There's a good chance Tesla specifically structured their linguistic genetics like that. Less for the enemy to overhear that way. Said conversation gurgles off when one is stabbed in the throat, and his talking companion gets the knife between the eyes. The disruption gets the attention of those on the other side of the lift, only to get gunned down in a barrage of supressed fire. Clearly they were just laborers and not any sort of combatant. Even though one would expect -some- kind of guard by this point. Either way, the lift is clear for use. Only one way to find out where it goes. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Making sure to retrieve her knife, Six gets onto the lift and triggers it to go all the way down to the bottom. She takes a knee behind some boxes, and stealths again once the system re-engages. She slips the blade back into it's sheath. She's very thankful for that anti-fluid coating on the blade.     She checks her mission timer. She's still doing very well on time. Recon hasn't reported Armadia leaving this facility in two days, so Six should be able to find her target here, somewhere deep within the bowels of this lab. Her armor cam is recording everything, sending it back to the Crimson Dawn in real time, so they can monitor her mission status. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' It takes several minutes for the lift to reach the lower levels. It's difficult to tell just how far underground it is, there's just no accurate scanning past the channel walls. Between that and the nasty local environmental conditions, it would be practically impossible to easily detect. What could be so important to hide in such a hideous location in such a well hidden facility? Noble gets her first answers when the lift descends into a large open chamber, giving her a few scant moments to look out at the floor before it reachs the bottom. There's at least one platform holding several of the cybernetic raptors Tesla and Styracio co-operated on, looking more like inactive animatronics as they just stand there. In one of those large cages is some sort of... mutation, the hideous misalignment of limbs and eyes in improper locations making it impossible to tell what it might of once been. Even with it being caged, occasionally an armored wolf commando has to stab a electrode rod through the bars and shock it into submission. "Hurry up and get a containment cell cleared for this... thing," another barks (almost literally) at the workers scrambling about. Off to one wall stand several stasis pods holding cybernetic bodies that are quite visible, despite their augmentations, dead. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Well this is certainly not what Noble Six had expected to find. She makes sure to get a good look at the cages, the cybernetic raptors, and the dead cyborgs inside of the stasis pods. She moves slowly, because while the cloak may render her invisible to the eye, anything with any other enhanced senses could easily pick her out. She's trying to look for anywhere deeper into the facility that might have a more private lab space where Tesla would most likely be. Her plan is simple. Get inside, seal the room, and only one of them walks out. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Most of the containment devices are being carted off through cargo bay sized doors, deeper into the facility where various caves and tunnels have been cyberformed into holding cells. That mutant is enough of a grotesque display to not really want to know what else may be locked up down there. On the other side of the chamber is a smaller corridor. That's the most likely way to find the labs and control facilities. Though as she approaches Noble would notice the two armored wolfoid sentries flanking the sides of the doorway. While they may not be as advanced as the alpha bitch they are derived from, the sentry models are designed with perception in mind. Audial, olfactory, even optical input that can see farther than just visible light. Enough to pick up the flicker of that cloaking field that others would never see. "INTRUDER ON DECK!" One swings up his sentry rifle in the SPARTAN's direction and pops off a shot with its secondary fire mode, a disruptor jolt meant to scramble away optical camoflague effects. The other raises a hand to her headset, but only looks confused when her attempt to signal primary command just returns static from the jamming ship topside. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' The blast strikes close enough to the SPARTAN to knock her cloak out, leaving the red armored warrior visible to the two sentries. The warrior frowns under her helmet as her stealth is gone. Guess it's time for plan B. She raises the SMG up towards the one who has their weapon readied, and fires a burst as she moves towards the two of them. If she can put the one with the weapon down, she'll take them down, and then take the other one down with hand to hand. Maybe she can get past them and into the lab before the rest of the facility activates. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' It takes a moment for sentry to switch his weapon to its primary mode, but a moment is all a SPARTAN needs for lethality. The armor must not be very heavy, as several SMG rounds punch holes through it and the wolfborg slumps against the wall, bleeding.... something that isn't actually blood. She might get her wish sooner than expected, as the other sentry rushes her out of frustration, deploying a set of electrified clawblades from her forearms. Somewhere else in the facility a signal light dims as the first sentry goes off-line. Someone or something has either gotten into the complex or broken out of containment. Secondary systems come online to investigate... but the question will be who or what responds to it eventually. Ominous. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     These sentries are a lot more agressive than Six had anticipated. More like Elites than Grunts, that's for sure. Those elctrified claws find her armor, sending sparks up, though her bodysuit keeps her from taking the brunt of the electrical attack. Still the SPARTAN can't allow them to send up an alarm. Of course she doesn't know their lifesigns are being tracked.     Reaching out to grab the sentry, Six turns and swings her body through the air, the idea being to bring the sentry wolf down on the back of her head with enough force to knock her out completely. This way Six will be able to continue her mission un-heeded. She'll finish the wolfess off if need be, but most people who take a concussion are usually out of the fight. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' A small pack of gremlynx, these one's actually armed though it's only with more shock rods, come scurrying over expecting to find one of the containments to have failed again. So at the sight of the armored commander they skid to a huddled stop, briefly confused. Long enough for Noble's takedown maneuver to slam the she-wolf down on top of them, taking out two proverbial birds with one stone cold stunner. Ugh, that was a terrible word play. Moving on! Well there's no obvious alarms, at least. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Well that at least solves the issue at hand. Noble Six moves past where the two wolfs had been guarding and into the door. At this point, since her cover is blown, she decides to screw subtlety and simply kicks the door open with one heavy armored boot.     Once the door has been freed from it's hinges, she quickly moves in, sweeping the room from left to right with the SMG in her hands, as she searches for any more potential threats inside of this next area. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Nope, no threats here. Not at all... oh look out for that laser grid crisscrossing the corridor though. What, it's an evil mastermind's facility, what else did you expect there to be? 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     That's oddly cliche, but at the same time, not something that's very common in Noble Six's world...Still, she's smart enough to figure these are either A) Alarm lasers or more likely B) Some sort of powerful cutting laser. Since she likes all of her limbs, she's going to assume B.     She quickly glances for any obvious survailience systems, and then begins the task of weaving her way through the lasers. She is remarkably agile for someone of her size and the weight of the armor, but she's being extra careful, so she is taking it slower. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Fortunately none of the laser beams are actually mobile. They're all static placements. Though clearly no one expected someone with the sort of armor it would take to last this long to be able to navigate through them so deftly. If slowly. Patience and perseverence pay off though, getting Noble to the other end of the corridor without so much as a burn. Now she's confronted with a pair of heavy blast doors. Might not be able to just kick those open but surely she's got an answer of some sort... 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     All things considered, these blast doors might be an issue. Designed to withstand massive explosions, she doesn't think anything she has on her will be good enough to get through the door the hard way. Good thing she has some other skills. Six turns to either side of the door, looking for an access pannel. Most places have these, though this one might not considering the nature of her target, Tesla may just use her abilities to open the door. If that's the case, Six may need to come up aith an alternate plan to get the door open. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Left side? Nothing. Right side? Nothing. On the door? Nothing. She might be right about that... but then, how would her subordinates get in and out? Someone has to be able to access the control room when she's not present herself after all Maybe that's why there's a hidden panel down near the floor on the side wall. About the same height as one of the gremlynx. How many people look down that low?! Not many, it would seem. It's called hiding it in plain sight. Or something clever like that. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The SPARTAN switches vision modes a couple of times, until thermal reveals something. A small pannel down near knee level, "Huh."     Who would have figured they'd put it at the same level as the creatures who would be using it in the first place. She bets there was a way to turn off the laser grid back at the start, too. She wishes she'd thought of that ahead of time.     Taking a knee, she prys the pannel off of the wall with her knife and gets to work on bypassing it to open the door. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' It takes a bit of fiddling to find the right connections to open/close the doors, but again diligence is a virtue that rewards the soldier with a silent swooshing open of said doors. The room inside is clearly the control room, or something close to it. Most of the walls are covered in monitors and consoles monitoring various parts of the facility. Look, there's a group on that one examining the dead sentries by the first doorway. That one is observing a scientist testing some vat of chemicals... by dunking a gremlynx in it by the tail. Oooh, that's definately not something you want to be on the other side of by the way the critter is flailing about. Other monitors show those dead cyborgs being loaded into a storate chamber, and ... things. Things too unfanthomable to describe. Noble's seen some pretty nasty, nearly elderitchic things in her time, she can probably guess by appearance how nasty some of these indescribable things are. Like the compound was made to lock away the weird shit you don't want messing with -either- side. An appropriately high-backed mastermind chair is facing away from the doors, occupant watching whatever is on the cluster of viewscreens before it. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     That must be her target. Welp, time for subtlety has passed. As the door swings open, Noble Six steps inside. At this point it doesn't matter if anyone knows she's there, because she doesn't plan on letting anybody leave this room alive. The SMG is tucked away on the small of her back, and she pulls out a much larger weapon. Sleek, rifle-like in appearance, she brings the stock up to her shoulder and angles the weapon towards the chair.     "Tesla Armadia! For crimes against the Union, you are hereby targeted for termination by ONI. Any last words?" Not that Six really intends for Tesla to have a chance to say anything, as she's already squeezed the trigger on the weapon. It has a two second charge time, but when it finishes, it's going to fire a high explosive projectile at near-light speeds. Say hello to the UNSC's rail gun. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' As Noble Six makes her proclimation and pulls the trigger a hand reachs for the controls from the chair. But the explosive round hits the back of the seat first, literally blowing a hole through it. And by the way blood and shrapnel splatters on the monitors, through more than just that. The arm slumps to the side of the chair as it slowly turns around. And the now headless gremlynx falls out of it, spilling the tub of popcorn from its lap and dropping the toy grappler arm wearing a rubber labwork glove that it was using to reach the controls. Right on cue a side compartment rotates open to reveal a small personal lift that none other than Tesla herself steps out of. Only having a chance to take two sips from her coffee before pausing, looking from the carcass on the floor to the SPARTAN and back again. Followed by a heavy sigh. "Great, I'm going to have to get that chair re-upolstered -again-." Nevermind the huge hole in the back. Takes another sip of her coffee, uncannily calm for the situation. "Nice shot, though. Most assassination attempts don't make it into the inner stations." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "..."     Noble Six turns as soon as the side door opens, the weapon turning to bear at Tesla. Of course the rail gun has downsides to it's design, as steam rises off of the weapon from the heat it generated from that shot. She'll need to wait for it to cool down before she fires again, "Trust me, my next shot won't miss." She says, as she glares at Tesla. A countdown timer inside of her helmet shows her about how long it takes for the weapon to cool down enough to fire again. For now she keeps it leveled at the Confederate major just the same, "You've never dealt with an assassin quite like me, Major Armadia. Most of them would probably give you a chance to surrender. I won't make that mistake."     She's not sure what Tesla's range for her abilities is, so she's making sure to maintain some distance from her, in case her powers can affect Six's armor and weapons. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' "No shit." The end of the coffee is gulped down, and the empty cup is tossed. On the dead body, since that's going to need to be cleaned up afterwards anyways. "Most assassins don't come toting railguns, after all. Might of not been the best choice though. You've got to wait for it to cool down. Or you would of been able to shoot me before I do this." In a flurry of high tech action and a flex of her own powers Tesla Armadia is encased in her own trademark power armor. "Relative of Master Chief?" Yet her tone of voice still has that uncanny calmness to it. "You share his taste in wardrobe. Better for color, though." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "I like to make a point." She replies, as she watches the timer tick down. Tesla being in her own power armor will make this a bit harder, and Six locks the rail gun back onto the back of her armor, letting the magnetic hardpoint hold the weapon, "Guess we're going to do this the hard way, though." Six grabs the knife out of it's sheath, and tosses it to her right hand, twirling the blade though the air as she tosses it.     "My name is Noble Six. I am a SPARTAN, like the Chief, but not the same type. That's all you need to know."     She raises her left hand, and motions for Tesla to bring it, as she's ready for her opponent. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' A glint of light flashes across Tesla's visor as she readies herself. "At least you didn't run away when you blew it, I'll give you that much over the previous attempts." Wait, are her eyes glowing behind the visor and that wasn't just a lens flare? Abruptly a section of monitors pulls off the wall, reangling themselves into a vagely maw-like formation that tries to chomp down on the super soldier. "But don't forget you're in -my- domain." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Yeah, this is probably not the best place in the world to try an assassination, but Six isn't really one to try to wait for opporitunities to come to her. The monitor mouth that comes down towards her, and she turns towards it and swings a powerful fist, trying to smash the monitor with her enhanced strength, and take it down. One of her feet comes up to strike at it as well. She'll have to deal with the danger at hand, rather than worry about Tesla right now. Soon she'll go after the master of this domain, though. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Not many people can say they punched the teeth out of a technopathic monitor monster, but now Noble can. The combination of super strength punch and kick shatter the construct before it can crunch down fully on her. Since it was made from, you know, just a bunch of monitors. Not really a very durable thing in comparison to secret project super soldiers. But to some extent, it was just a diversion. Long enough for Tesla to pull out a pair of quad-barreled blasters and open fire on the Spartan as she smashes free of the monitor construct. Why pistol sized gatling guns? Because I effin' can, that's why. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The blasts strike Noble Six several times, sending her armor shields flaring to life. She rips one of the monitors off of the monster and places it between herself and those blasters to absorb several of the shots, dropping down to a knee to present a smaller target.     Still holding the monitor with one hand and knowing it won't hold for long, she pulls her SMG from behind her back and fires a burst. That's just a distraction, though, as she punts one of the other monitors at Tesla with all the force she can muster from her heavily armored boot. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Shit, that integeral shielding slipped her mind. Guess it's been too long since she's actually had to deal with the Chief or the other guy that was his doping sidekick of sorts. Tesla stops firing to raise one arm in fron of herself and deploy the extendable riot shielding from one vambrace, sparks of hitflash bursting to life with every shot that rattles into it. But then gets slammed with the monitor which delivers enough kinetic impact to make her skid backwards to the wall. "Tch." With a grunt she holds out her other arm, a concealed compartment popping a gripped pole into her hand. As her fingers clench shut on the handle the pole extends and then the end opens up and expands into a jagged axe-blade. No wait, the serrated blade is inside the axe head, snarling to life like a saw as Tesla lunges forward to swing it at the SPARTAN woman. "You may actually be a challenge, but I have dealt with much, much worse things in my times." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' Well that's an interesting weapon. Six might have to look into getting something like that someday. Or something similar, she'll figure it out when she's not having the weapon swung at her. Six does something unexpected, and something that works well for her when she fights the Brutes and their gravity hammers. She jumps.     SPARTANs can get a lot of height with their jumps, and she easily clears the shorter Tesla. She flips over in midair as she sails overhead, and fires downwards, intent on getting past that shield by firing from above, before coming to a rather graceful landing on the other side of her opponent. Of course it's still a half ton of armor, so her graceful landing dents the ground. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' If anyone else was watching this it would be the point where things go briefly slow motion, watching 'over the shoulder' from Noble's angle as she flips through the air firing her gun, watching as Tesla turns on the ground to follow her. The midair barrage gets past her shield alright, several shots digging into her armor. Abiet around the shoulders and back, which is unsurprisingly pretty heavily armored. You know, armadillo motiff and all that. She's not the only one that's surprisingly agile in heavy armor though. Floor panels crunch under her landing, and Noble would come back to her foe just in time to have a heavy ball of armor hurtling towards her, spun through the air at surprisingly high velocity by the kinetic projectors built into the technopath's armor. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     The thing about Six's armor is that the shields are designed to deflect plasma, laser and high velocity rounds. They're not able to deflect that huge solid ball and she gets knocked backwards through the air as the chestplate of her armor gets dented in. She hits the ground and rolls a couple of times, coming to a stop leaning against that shattered chair. It's at this point that she grabs the rail gun back off of her back, and levels it towards Tesla again, squeezing the trigger. It has it's warm up moment, but Six is a good enough marksman that even if Tesla moves, she'll be able to track her target. The railgun will release it's payload once it reaches full charge, aimed right at Tesla with that high velocity, high explosive round. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Tesla Armadia rebounds in the opposite direction as she unrolls onto her feet, sparks crackling from her heels scraping on the ground to arrest the remainder of her momentum. "So tell me... have you considered how you're going to get back -out- of here afterwards?" Her opponent goes for the chair for support and pulls out her raingun again. "Even if you did succeed now, I doubt after being worn out even you would be able to retreat back the way you came with security maxing out in response to my theoretical departure." Tick... weapon is warming up... tick... her focus locks onto the weapon... tick ... she can't block it with her technopathy but she can watch it... tick... seeing the exact process in the seconds passing as it warms up, arms... tick... and Noble fires... And Tesla swings her axe-saw, relying on precision prediction to make up for their projectile's extreme velocity and calculating her opponent would aim for the center of her mass to maximize effect, to tear the chopping blade into the shell. It detonates away from impacting her directly, but with enough explosive force that the shockwave is likely to bombshock both of them in the resulting blast radius. The crunch of infrastructure as Tesla herself impacts back to the wall from the blast, echoing in the wake of the explosion itself, after-blast smoke rolling off her armor. Because that's the sort of thing that happens after sitting through an explosion. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' The force of the explosion, particularly in the rather enclosed area of this area they're fighting in, sends Six flying backwards inton one of the banks of monitors. Sparks and explosions spray out around her as she ends up falling down to the ground, face first. Smoke smolders off of her as she lays there, seeming to be unmoving. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Tesla Armadia grunts. "I never did like the Chunky Salsa Principle." Good thing it wasn't a closet. There's probably a lab somewhere in the complex just for testing locking someone in a closet or other enclosed spaces with different types of grenades. The saw-axe is stowed away as she extradites herself from the wall, walking towards the SPARTAN's form on the floor. Though she stops a couple of paces away, instead pointing her arm at Noble's head and extending the double barrel bolters from her forearm. "Don't waste your time, I'm not gonna fall for getting too close thinking you're already dead. I've dealt with Master Chief, I -know- that collateral damage wasn't enough to completely incapacitate a SPARTAN." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Six rolls over to one side and rises back up to face Tesla. She glares at the armadillo woman behind the visor of her helmet, "You'd be surprised how often it works." She says, as she aims the SMG at Tesla, "So how are we going to end this, Armadia? Keep punching each other until nether of us can move?" She asks, as she continues to glare at Tesla.     The SPARTAN is considering her options. She knows this job will end her if she pushes it too far, but she hates to lose. And she especially hates to leave something unfinished. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Tesla Armadia gives a faint bit of a wry smirk with one corner of her mouth. "I have to work in the general vicinity of Lute and Slime. Trust me, I know how stupid people can be." He aim shifts to follow the armored woman rolling over, but there's no firing just yet. She's probably relishing the moment. It's a mastermind thing. "Normally I'd have to take the worst case senerio and self destruct the facility. Buuuut as you've surely already seen on your way in, there are .... -things- down here that are locked away in a miserable isolated location in a heavily shielded facility that no one ever goes to for a reason. That," she adds in a deadpan afterwards, "And I doubt it would actually -kill- you any more effectively than I can." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     "That much is true." Six replies, as she continues to aim her gun at Tesla, while having Tesla's aimed at her. It's a Mexican standoff, to say the least, "I wouldn't want any of those things getting out into the Multiverse as a whole. But I can't let you walk out of here, either. I have a reputation to uphold."     Six's position shifts as she takes hold of the weapon with both hands, carefully looking at Tesla and preparing for her to make a move. She doesn't trust Tesla to just let her leave, either. She'll most likely need to fight her way out. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' "Reputations have a habit of being broken, dear." Tesla replies, smirking still. Neither one of them can readily fire their weapon without the other doing the same. Something has to break this stand-off. And something does. Not from a gun, but as the manipulator the now dead gremlynx had been holding abruptly clenches into a fist and hurtles at Noble, just enough of a machine to it for Tesla to manipulate it with her powers. For pathetic damage, if any, but it's quite an effective suckerpunch out of nowhere. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' If anything else it serves to be a distraction, as Six turns towards the movement caught out of the corner of her eye, and she shoots the fist out of the sky. This momentary distraction will probably be enough to take her eyes off of Tesla. Which is most likely going to be a bad idea. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Surprisingly enough, the bolters retract when Noble Six turns to shoot the flying toy fist before it can sock her. But that's because of the energy cannon that deploys over Tesla's shoulder instead. It's almost literally a crack of thunder when it fires, as it fires a bolt of arcs of ionized current towards the SPARTAN that just might punch through some of her defense with surprising effectiveness. "Oh, yes, I made a weapon designed specifically for overloading personal energy shields. You like?..Probably not, considering." Because the mad scientist has to get the exposition in there. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     It strikes hard at the SPARTAN before she can turn back around, and the electrical current arcs across her body, dropping her shields and sending the SPARTAN down to a knee as she tries to recover from the sudden impact.     She looks back at Tesla, and tries to force herself back up to her feet. Her whole armor systems are rebooting, she can't even see anything at the moment. She pulls her helmet off and grabs her gun, turning it to fire at Tesla, but revealing the young blonde woman that wears the armor in the process. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Tesla Armadia finally chuckles a bit as the weapon collapses back into her armor. I'd explain how she's able to just make, use and then deconstruct them like that, but it's a long and really boring topic that we don't need to go into at this point. There's a different between practical exposition and needless bragging, after all. "I'll give you props for trying, but really my dear," Several gun shots pound into her armor, succeeding in breaking off chunks of plating from the repeat impacts. Not that it dulls her smirk any even as the broken pieces clatter to the floor around her feet. "But I am one of the -last- people you want to fight on her own home turf." Are her eyes glowing again? The visor makes it hard to tell when its that or when it's the electronics in it. So there really isn't an answer until several cables and wires burst out of the ceiling, snapping down like whipping snakes to try and get animated metallic coils around the super soldier. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Well that's an awkward position to wind up in as the cables wind tightly around the SPARTAN. The armor hasn't rebooted, so while her strength is still superior to that of a normal human, the armor does a lot of the enhancement.     Without that enhancement, it seems Six has been captured, as she gets hauled off the ground. The problem with the comms jamming is it works both ways, so there's no good way for her to call for aid. She grunts as she tries to push against the binds, but the suit itself is dead weight until it's systems come back online. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' As Tesla walks up to the suspended woman the visor slides back, revealing that her eyes are indeed glowing. It must be quite the concentration, it's bright enough you can't even see her pupils. "Well I think that makes the point." She folds her hands behind her back as she looks up, regarding the SPARTAN like one would assess an experiment. "As much as I would love to add something like you to this little collection, your Union fellows tend to be rather rabid about launching idiotic rescue missions. And we can't really afford drawing that much interest in this location, now can we?" With a huff she turns and walks over to boot the rest of the minion's remains from next to the chair and sit down in it despite the gaping hole and blood stains. "Oh, but don't think you shouldn't try again." Steeples her fingers together in front of her. "Just don't be so reckless as to come after me where I hold the entire field advantage, hmmm?" With that the cables give a jerk, hoisting the still incapacitated SPARTAN along with them. Struts and passages flash by too fast to follow, complicated by the weaving and winding pathway the quick accent takes. Up, up and up some more... And then launched unceremoniously out of a venting shaft at the surface. She didn't just get thrown out of a base, she got thrown out BY a base. Sort of. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' Winding up back on the surface, Noble Six ends up getting tossed away from the base. She lands hard and rolls several times befomre coming to a stop. She lies on the ground there for a few moments, before she sends the recovery signal to the ship that has been circling. The troops onboard will come rescue her and take her back to the Crimson Dawn.     Six will already begin planning on how to make this work, next time. She will have to accept that Elites are going to be far harder to take out than her normal ONI targets. 

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' Wandering about the enormously -huge- complex with the assistance of his assistant (Ziggy refused to dignify calling a girl younger than him his 'Mentor') relaying information through the communicator on his rev morpher, Ziggy can't help but marvel. "I'm just glad I was able to barter something for a few energy cells and convert it to your specifications." On the other end, Doctor K rolls her eyes. That Ranger Green was a talker, she knew. That he was constantly talking to -her- was something else. "Take a right. You're in dire need of more training, and that someone pointed you towards the right direction... he was doing the multiverse a favor." "Oh come on, Doc... I've got moves you've never seen before." "If they're anything similar to how you teleport, I never want to see them." Ziggy can't help but crack a grin, as he turns into the building. What was it the swordsman had called it? Oh well, it couldn't be that bad, and Doctor K was right, he -needed- more training. As it was, he had the grace of a hippo in a tutu when fighting grinders. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     At the moment, the Ring of Philosophy, so named because of reasons Noble Six doesn't really care to understand, is in use, the SPARTAN having set up an obstacle course. A live fire obstacle course. Sentry turrets at strategic points in the arena track their target, the red armored soldier, as she charges through the course.     Bullets tear up a peice of cover as she slides behind it. She hunkers down, taking a moment to curse that she wasn't fast enough to avoid taking any hits. If it wasn't for the armor's shields, she'd have been toast. She can't depend on them, though. She has to get better. She waits for the gun to spin down, as the barrel cools, and then rolls out from behind the cover. She hits the next obstacle in the course, in which two holographically generated Covenant Elites emerge in front of her and begin to fire their plasma weapons. She throws a grenade between them, and then after it goes off, takes them both down with headshots from her pistol, before moving on to the next stage. 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "Whoa, there's a Red Ranger," Ziggy whistles, as he watches the ongoing proceed. "You getting this?" "No, I'm just listening. You'd have to be wearing the suit so that I can access the suit's visuals," Doctor K responds in a dry tone that implied that Ziggy was extremely stupid for even asking such a question. "Oh right. Give me a minute," Ziggy responds. "Wait..." Swinging his arm around and then flashing the morpher in front of him, Ziggy exclaims, "RPM! GET IN GEAR!" One animated suit-morphing later, complete with GIANT DISTRACTING EXPLOSION BEHIND HIM... "... you're going to distract the Ranger doing that," Doctor K finishes, with an exasperated sigh. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Large distracting explosions outside of the combat area can be a cause for alarm, as Six stops short of entering the next area when it goes off. She turns and looks only to find Ziggy in his power suit. She hrms and moves away from the entrance to the next obstsacle, "Computer, pause program." She says, as the holograms stop moving. The gun turrets are real enough, but the light on them turns green to indicate safe mode, as she heads towards him.     "You alright? What was with that explosion?" She's not sure how he wasn't hurt, being that close to a blast that size. The shockwave alone should have given him a concussion. 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "That explosion...? You know, I've asked Doctor K that question a lot..." Ranger Green begins, waving his arms back at where the explosion was, as though he were trying to clear a particularly noxious emittance. "She keeps saying it's a necessary evil, like clearing the suit's processing of the bio-electric field." "That is precisely what it is," Doctor K responds, though Noble Six isn't going to hear her unless she tunes into the Ranger frequency. "Anyway, don't mind me," Ranger Green replies, waving his hands in front of him, and then beckoning back to the program. "I was just directed here so that I could train a bit. I'm still new at this Power Ranger business. I've been getting the one-liners down pat, so now I'm working on the moves. Get a load of this..." With his hands on his hips, Ranger Green takes a deep breath... ... and proceeds to a display of martial arts that would be far more aptly described as a 'scarecrow on fire'. Which is to say... flailing and kicking randomly in the air. Stopping for breath, Ranger Green asks, "So how was that?" 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     "That was...Something." Noble Six replies, "Well, why don't you take a stab at my course? Or we could spar. I could show you a couple of maneuvers if you want." She motions to the course, "I consider myself an expert in hand-to-hand combat.." She's no Solid Snake, though. Some day, maybe.     She hasn't tuned to the Ranger frequency because she's not quite sure it exists yet. But if it's an open frequency her armor would pick it up. It was always a great way to eavesdrop on unsecured enemy communications or the Covenant battle net. 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "Oh, I'm... well, it does look like it may be above my pay grade..." Ranger Green begins, before Doctor K speaks up, this time on a frequency that's easy enough to pick up. "Please do. As you have no doubt observed, Ranger Series Operator Green has quite a long way to go. As his mentor..." "Excuse me, excuse me, you're -younger- than me, you cannot call yourself a mentor...!" "As his MENTOR, I would recommend putting him through his paces. He's received the morpher through a series of circumstances best left unmentioned, and as a result, is quite poorly prepared for his role." "Hey, I resent that! I've been working on my one-liners!" Ranger Green responds. "Hand to hand combat would be -excellent-," Doctor K simply keeps talking as though Ziggy hadn't spoken at all. "Also, I am informed that I should do my best to be more polite. Traditionally, one provides names at introductions. I am K. I am the mentor to these Power Rangers. This is..." Ziggy perks up, anticipating his name might actually be -used-. "... Rangers Series Operator Green." "Wh-what...? It's ZIGGY!" 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     "One liners are still an important skill to have." Six says, as she looks at Ziggy but hears the voice of the doctor, "So I take it she's the one behind these suits? She seems pretty proud of them." Six says, "And I remember you from the other day, Ziggy." Six hmms, "I can definitely show you some stuff, and I won't hurt you, you have my word." 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "See, I knew it! What's the point of being heroes to thousands if you can't sound -heroic- doing it?" Ranger Green crows, putting his hands to his hips. One could almost -feel- the intensity of the desire of Doctor K to head-desk. "Do not encourage him," Doctor K replies. "In any case, you may commence with your demonstration of combat skills. We shall see how quickly Ranger Green learns." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "Alright, Doctor." Noble Six replies, "Computer, change program to Noble Six Alpha Three Tango Niner." The room shifts, the obstacle course fading away and being replaced with what is best described as an MMA octagon. The caged fighting area surrounds the two of them, "Do you want the crowd on or off?" 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "Either way works! Although..." Now Ranger Green looks a bit nervous as he scouts the scene. "So, it's just straight-up combat?" "What Ranger Green is trying to say," Doctor K interjects, "... is that his fighting style is unorthodox, and relies a great deal on what he calls improvision." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "I see." Six says, "Computer, change of plans. Change to program Four Delta Five Five." The scene shifts again, this time leaving the two of them in a cityscape. It's impossible to tell where this city is, just that it's a human city and it's very...City-ish, "Better?" Noble Six asks, as she looks around at the scenario that surrounds them. 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "Wow, this is spectacular," Ranger Green replies, helmeted head turning eery which way before it's drawn back to Noble Six. "Thank you very much!" Of Doctor K, there was nothing heard from. Just, apparently, the sounds of fingers typing on the keyboard. "I think she's busy analyzing things. So... what do I need to do? Warm-ups?" Lifting his arms up in bending position and flexing his body this way and that way, Ranger Green looks back at Six. "How'd you get into the Ranger business anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     Six turns and steps away from him a bit, as he stretches and flexes, "I'm not a Ranger, at least...I guess not in the way you're thinking." She says, "I'm a SPARTAN-III." And yes that's all capitalized. There's an emphisis on the word.      "But if you want to know how I got into this business, I can give you the details, if you really desire them." She waits for him to be ready to spar, as she mentally readies herself. 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "Oh definitely! Learning about the way things work is a good start for anywhere you go. Whether it's the Cartels, the Power Rangers, or anyone else..." Ranger Green says as he flexes his knees, and then strikes what looks to be his version of a starting stance, hands in front of him. And then he starts running forward. "Hyyaaaaaiiii!" Yes, definitely not someone used to combat, because there had to be a zillion openings in -that- ridiculous charge. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     "Very well." Six says, as she watches him charge towards her while yelling. She doesn't want to hurt him, so she's not going to go out of her way to do anything that might harm him. Instead she shifts her weight as he gets near her, and puts a hand on his back to push him away from her, deflecting his momentum towards a car that is parked nearby.     "When I was six years old, my family was murdered in front of me by an alien species. My whole home world was turned into a ball of glass by them." 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' Oh, his momentum was definitely headed towards the car, but one thing had to be said for Ranger Green... he -could- twist and weasel with the best of them. Comes of being forced to run for his life quite a lot, judging by the way he twisted to slam his back into the car. "That's... actually, not too far off from my story, I guess you could say. Except that part about the ball of glass." The suit definitely seems to be enhancing his reflexes, by the way he uses his hands to brace against the car's windowjamb up onto the top of the car. "So you're out to prevent what happened to your world from others, then? Or have you vowed Blood Vengeance against the alien spiecies?" Striking a pose that seems almost like a crane kick attempt for all of about one millisecond, Ranger Green leaps off into a cartwheel, landing on the ground and doing that -charging- move again. What was this, his version of a ''shark attack''? 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:'''     He's rushing at her again? He really should come up with another tactic. Still, he might have something up his sleeve. She shifts her weight a little bit to move away from him, without laying a hand on him this time, trying to dodge and juke around, "After I got off world, I was picked up by the government, and they recruited me into a special program."     Six decides to go after him with an attack of her own, waiting until he gets within range and sweeping her leg out after him, trying to take his feet out from under him and sweep the leg. 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' It was one of those -courage- things! Always going in headfirst! Even if it wasn't normal for him. Still, once Ziggy Grover committed to doing something, he was doing it. Of course, he does, once he gets close within range, start to dodge. But the sweeping of the leg causes him to fall, land on his chest, and roll onto his back, rubbing his chest. "Ow ow ow... HEY!" Because if she was following up her move, he was lashing out with a foot and then trying to leap back onto his feet. At least he was agile enough, and the suit definitely was enhancing his movements, that much was clear. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' Six tries to move out of the way as he leaps back up to his feet, but he's a lot faster than she expected, "Those suits, they enhance your abilities, yes?" She steps back away from him, "Against an opponent that's larger than you, speed can definitely be an important advantage...But charging headlong at them isn't the best move." She motions to the side, "Use things in the environment to distract your opponent as you approach." 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "That's what I usually do!" Ranger Green replies, as he swings towards the car, waiting until Six approaches, before trying to fling the car door open. It, of course, was locked. "WHO LOCKS THEIR DOOR?!" Ranger Green cries out, before ducking, and trying to crawl underneath the car. 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "Of course...If you have the strength to do so.." Six says, as she reaches down and grabs the undercarriage of the vehicle, and digs in her armored fingers, "Then you should use it to your advantage." She can, and has, flipped a tank with her bare (so to speak) hands, and so she lifts the car up from where he's hiding under it, and tosses it towards a nearby storefront. 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "Oh wonderful! Doc! What're you doing...! She's -really- strong!" Ranger Green calls out, crawling quickly enough till he can stumble back onto his feet. "I am merely collecting information on your particular exercise, Rangers Series Operator Green," Doctor K responds emotionlessly. "Perhaps if you spent less time dodging and more time doing hand-to-hand...' "Are you kidding? Look at her suit! If I tried to punch that, I'd do more damage to my hands than anything!" "Then use your axe. I'm certain she'd have no objections to that, no, Miss... Six?" 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "No, by all means. Use whatever weapons you have at your disposal. I am also trying to gauge your abilities. Analyze weaknesses and help you to patch them." She smiles, though he can't see it behind the helmet, "So show me this axe of your's." 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "All right, you asked for it!" Slapping the blaster on his waist, Ranger Green holds up the morpher as it morphs into a giant axe. And then up he goes, onto a nearby fire hydrant. "And let's see how much pressure you can take!" And Ranger Green brings his axe down onto the fire hydrant's front end, cleaving it through... 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' The water from the hydrant bursts free, spraying right at Noble Six. She brings up one of her arms to defend herself, but the force of the water reveals her energy shield, which flickers from the impact. It's a good way to reveal one of her strengths that can't be seen normally.     "Very good!" Six says, as she steps out of the water jet, still dripping, "Doctor, tell me something. These suits, how do you get them to deliver that much enhancement without looking like mine?" 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "All right!" Leaping up and down on the hydrant, with surprising balance before slipping and falling off, Ranger Green moans as Doctor K replies. "It's a nano-fiber / intercellular sheet memory alloy mix which allows the user to access the universal electric field all biological beings share. By accessing it, it enhances the user's strength." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' Admittedly most of that comes across to Six as technobabble, but she nods her head regardless, "And from what you said earlier, it's locked to an individual user?" She moves over to help Ziggy up, offering a hand to him to try to help him get back to his feet. 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "The morpher is locked to the individual user, yes. Which is necessary to keep the morpher from falling in the wrong hands. Even his," Doctor K responds, as Ranger Green shifts his hands, then taps the morpher, de-razzing back into Ziggy. The gangly-looking young man shakes his head, and takes the hand, leaping back to his feet. "Hey, I had no choice there." 

:'''{{#var:38|Noble Six (38)}} has posed:''' "Well you know, something like that is a big responsibility." Six says, "So as long as you take it seriously, I think you'll do fine." She offers to him, "Doctor K, I hope you gathered the information you needed from this. If you feel like any more training, Ziggy, feel free to ask. There's also a bunch of other folks who would be more than happy to give you pointers, just ask around." 

:'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:''' "It was quite educational. There was some useful data accumulated," Doctor K acknowledges. "Thank you." Ziggy's mouth drops. "Hey, she thanked you!" "That will be enough, Ranger Green. Prepare to return home. Preferably with you inside the suit." Shaking his head, Ziggy leans close conspiratorially. "Between you and me, I think her interpersonal skills -are- improving since I came aboard." With a light chuckle, Ziggy adjusts his jacket, and starts towards the gate. "Bye now!" 

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308/A Trap in the Jungle

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:'''     The jungles of Summer have been known to have many dangers lurking within them. Predators of all shapes and sizes, small villages isolated from the rest of the Multiverse. It's inside of this jungle that an Izzet Observersphere has been shot down, having landed in dense brush and gotten caught up in the canopy of the trees. The two scouts that were within it have suvived the crash, but since neither of them is a dragon, have been left alive, although tied to the underside of the craft with a dense steel wire.     The ship beeps it's distress signal and sparks now and again, the two men struggle against the cable holding them, and there is very little movement around the area, as the animals all cleared out when the ship came down.     It's quiet...Too quiet. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     Izzet are in danger, he dared say Niv was dead, and the bastard even mentioned, in PUBLIC, the trouble Rhapsody had with her scales for basically her whole life. Sure, there were some overlapping scales over her head and tail but, well, those were only stuck in place thanks to Niv. Without a little magic? Even those wouldn't be ther. This 'Kinslayer' had pushed all the right buttons. Mentioning he had Izzet hostages was just the last straw.     Rhapsody WAS at the top of Nivix when the conversation started. By its end, she had hit the elevator, went to the lower levels, eluded Sidonia's attempts to keep up, and then was through a warp gate and straight out to where the distress beacon had been transmitting from. As she comes closer to the crash sight she draws both spellblades, slows to a cautious walk, and keeps her finger on the 'trigger' of the blue spellblade. At least she KNEW it was a trap.. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Nobody ever considers the chance of collateral 'damage' when waging psychological warfare, do they? In Yuna's case, hearing the nature of the Kinslayer's 'powers' described - capturing the essence of other dragons - came VERY uncomfortably close to what she remembers about another Confederate, name of Kutsuuko Shiratori. She's dropped off the map since then, but the 'God Eater' hit a *lot* of Yuna's buttons just by what she claimed to be ... and then she hit one particular trigger even harder. She killed one of Yuna's friends, and made that fact public. Fortunately, Hina didn't *stay* dead - but the fact that Terek has gone to the trouble of baiting Rhapsody out to a location of his choosing, when his powers are *known* to revolve around capturing the power of other dragons, is the important part here. And Yuna, outfitted in her Flight Form armor and accompanied by the little robo-faerie Elner, is homing in on the Observersphere's beacon as quickly as Erina's thrusters will carry her. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:'''     Knowing it's a trap and being able to disarm it are still two different things. Rhapsody knows it's a trap. But she doesn't know where Terek is, just where his hostages are. There's a rustle of leaves here and there, something is moving around inside of the bushes. Then a voice, though it seems to be coming from several locations at once.     "Hmmf. Self sacrificing. An admirable trait. But while your father died to save his whole world, you're going to die for what? To save two useless minions? Not quite the legacy he would have hoped to leave, I'm sure. Pity."     For the approaching Yuna, the scene hasn't really changed much from her position, the jungle still sitting almost entirely silent. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     The Kinslayer's words get a loud snarl to errupt from Rhapsody. She did NOT enjoy being patronized, "You have no idea who my fater was!" she roars out, a random blast of her breath weapon going one way, then another. It's the same as before, small concentrated blasts of energy rather than fire. "COME OUT HERE, YOU COWARD!" What Ryxinel was true. While her scales ended up bleached while she was still in her egg, Rhapsody still has the temper of a red... 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' The sound of a young dragon blowing her top is a pretty effective locator for Yuna to figure out where Rhapsody is - although she still doesn't have much more of a grasp on just where *Terek* is. And rescuing the Izzet 'hostages' is probably a higher priority at the moment - if only because it'll mean Rhapsody no longer has a reason to stay in the area. "Shugoseiheki," Yuna says, cuing a kite shield's appearance on her left arm. Then she heads towards the 'sphere, trusting Elner's sensors to try and get a fix on Rhapsody and her (verbal, at least) assailant on her way down through the canopy. 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' RTS /Atlantis/ the 'really-working-at-being-sprawling' Triancian naval station in Ravanica, had a steadily increasing number of functions. One of them was signals intelligence, and with the distress calls being on 'Izzet' frequencies, it didn't take long for the arrays their to piggyback off of Izzet towers and figure out exactly where Rhapsody might be headed. The rest involved working through the right warp gate routing, and leaving a path for fighters to follow. It wasn't much more than a Rotocraft with a Squad of Royal Triancian Marines, because, politically, the Triancian government couldn't justify sending more. But it was still something that could do /something/. It just so happens that, in pinpointing their exact location, Jeannette, dressed for the tropics, arrives at the sphere's location first. "What have we here..." She murmurs, before switching to her transducer. <<Warrant Officer, I beleive I have them. Please send your party to my coordinates. It looks... well. Violent.>> 

:'''{{#var:272|Yunomi Stadler (272)}} has posed:'''     Yunomi Stadler was rarely late to parties. She didn't like being late to parties, and even less so when the potential for harm to the Guildmaster was apparent. She floated above the jungles, feeling the steam through the leather and Mizzium of her new armor. She stretches her fingers, and over the Izzet bands, she speaks up:     "Rhapsody is strong enough -- and angry enough -- that she might unintentionally strike anyone coming in to rescue her." she states. Pidge orbits her head, before shooting down into the jungle. "THe first priority is the recovery of the Observosphere and its crew as long as Rhapsody is... in such a state that it does not become an emergency." 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:'''     The anger of the white scaled red is palpable, and Terek is enjoying every moment of it. And then the other members of the Union begin to show up. There's a snort of disdain from Terek, as he shifts his position again, "Of course you would bring others. Tsk." Comes the voice again. Then the dragon emerges from the bushes under the sphere, holding a device in his hand. He looks around at the gathered members of the Union.     "I know you all want to assault me, and you probably have every right to. But I would recommend against it." He holds the device up, and twists it so the touch screen glints in the light of the summer sun. "You see, you wouldn't want the detonation cable that those men are tied down with to go off, now would you? That would be so terribly unfortunate if it were to happen. And none of us want to clean up the mess of two splattered scouts. Trust me, I've had to do it in the past, it's quite a mess." 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     The instant Terek reveals himself Rhapsody is on the warpath, bringing up the red spell blade. It looks like she wants nothing more than to remove the Kinslayers head from his shoulders. It's only the detonator that causes the Guildmaster to skid to a stop, eyes narrowing as she looks between Terek and the device in his hand. Part of her wants to just electrocute him but there is no guarantee the magewrights tied to the sphere above would be safe, "You are a -damn- coward.." Broken record? Maybe, but she's angry enough to not be thinking very straight.. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Oh, there he is. Yuna descends further, slowing to a stationary hover once she's emerged below the canopy and has line of sight on both Terek and Rhapsody. She's still got her shieled readied; however, she doesn't look to be armed. Elner, on the other hand, is sticking close to the Observersphere, checking on the scouts' vital signs and general well-being. And when Terek shows off the detonator, Elner starts (at Yuna's outwardly-silent request) monitoring for transmissions that might be coming from the device - if it's a dead-man's switch of some kind, then it's PROBABLY putting out an 'active' signal so that any interruption to that signal, without a proper safety/shutdown code, would make the detonator go off. Yuna scowls a bit as Terek lays his hand out, such as it is. "Uh huh. So your master plan was to lure Rhapsody out here, stack the deck so she *couldn't* fight back against you, and ... do what? Kill her in cold blood and add her powers to your own? Is that still your plan, with her friends showing up like we are?" 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette takes that time to stand out of cover, as well, walking almost calmly forward, her hand lightly on her blade. Her Marines would take time getting here (if she could guess, they would arrive just too late to help anything. So... she would be the only support she could offer. That and bluffing. "You have a little leverage, I'll give you that..." She says, as she moves to take up a flanking position with the other three on the ground. "But considering those two lives their are the only thing keeping you alive at this moment, I would hope that you wouldn't pull the trigger. Whatever your plans, you certainly haven't calculated for all of us." 

:'''{{#var:272|Yunomi Stadler (272)}} has posed:'''     ... well. OK. No, he couldn't have calculated for all of them. He also might not have calculated for Yunomi's presence.     PIdge shoots through the jungle, zeroing in on the signal from the sphere. Yunomi herself flits down, skimming along the canopy as she brings herself down into the tops of the trees, and then she disappears.     Dropping down, curling up as she arches over a branch and gliding soundlessly through the trees as she brings herself closer to the sphere.     THe more flashy (and angry) members can keep his attention for a brief moment. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:'''     "A coward?" The dragon lets out an indignant sound in response to that, "I'm not the one who refuses to face a challenge to my honor alone."     Terek turns his head towards Yuna as she speaks, taking in her words, and then he grins ever so faintly, "Originally? Not entirely. I was going to give her a fighting chance, and /then/ kill her and absorb her power." He says, "Of course, you guys are quite the wrench in my plans, yes. Which is why I go with the fallback plan."     Jean gets his attention next, as he shifts his position a bit to look at her and the arriving Marines, "Oh no, you are absolutely right. I wouldn't pull the trigger and give you every reason to destroy me. No, I'm going to leverage their lives against my own. I will walk out of here, and you can save your precious scouts."     He's not aware of Yunomi's arrival, since she wasn't revealing herself outright. She was able to get above him, to the sphere itself, at least for the time being. If he notices her or not has yet to be seen, though. For now, she remains undetected. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     The guildmaster is still looking pretty upset about all this. And honestly? She didn't ask anyone here to come! They all came of their own free will. At least some part of her would appreciate that later on, but right now she was irritated. She -wanted- to punch this guy in the face. Repeatedly. And now she couldn't! Grr. "What honor?! You have MY magewrights and MY vehicle wrapped up in explosives! There's NOTHING honorable about that! If you wanted a duel you should have ASKED for it rather than making me angry!" Every word, every movement of her jaw, reveals a glow in the back of her throat. Every part of her wants to just blast Terek to bits... 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' "More accurately," Yuna says mildly, "you didn't have friends to back you up when you called out Rhapsody by blatantly playing with her psyche. *She* does. And she didn't ask us to come out here; we made that decision ourselves - but there's one other mistake you made, maybe the biggest mistake *anyone* could make." Still weaponless, Yuna descends towards ground level as she continues: "You threatened her life ... and worse than that, you threatened to turn our precious and irreplaceable friend into a 'thing' that belonged to you. Rhapsody doesn't belong to anybody - except in the sense that, as our friend, she 'belongs' to all of us in the Union who've known her father and fought beside him, and hope to be of as much aid to her as we tried to be for her father. Maybe moreso. The fact that you took a couple of hostages to try and force our hand just makes your mistake that much worse ... so if you really want to walk out of here? This is probably as good a time as any to start walking." She pauses briefly. "Or maybe running is in order? You probably should release the hostages first for good measure, just so you don't have anything left to hold over our heads ..." Meanwhile, Elner flits out to where Yunomi can see the robo-faerie, and 'waves' to get her attention - or more accurately, wobbles back and forth, since Elner lacks arms. "It's just wire they're bound with, but we should probably get them loose anyway ... I can teleport them to the warpgate, but their injuries might need attention." 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette motions to Yuna, as the Marines occupy the cover around them. They hold their distance, from the looks of it; they've dealt with hostage situations before. "I am so glad to have incovienced your plans, sir. No one is killing the Guildmaster today. If anyone here should die, it will be you. But Rhapsody here would not part with the lives of her scouts." She motions to Yuna, as she hovers down, "She explained it better than I could. I detest dishonorable murderers. Slavers have a special place in hell, as well, esspecially those who use your means to do so. But I think my collegues counter offer stnads the best." She says, holding up her hand to the Marines. "I shall give you one chance. Release your detonators, and remain here so we may get those scouts free. When they are free, and clear, you shall be granted parole and allowed to leave this site without molestation. Those are my terms. If the Guildmaster wishes to alter them, that is her right, but I suggest you start hopping to, lest the dragons temper complete your transformations into ash and glowing coals." 

:'''{{#var:272|Yunomi Stadler (272)}} has posed:'''     Slipping beneath the canopy, Yunomi hovers a moment, pushing a little beneath the observisphere herself, putting her fingers to her lips as she looks up to the two scouts. Her armor plainly marks her Izzet, and she's pretty unmistakeable as Niv's 'pet project' or 'protege' -- depending on who you ask -- with those ears and her tail. Her fuzzy tail flicks as she exmaines the sphere itself for a brief moment, while reaching up to take the hands of the scouts. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:'''     "But making you angry is oh so easy, it seems. Maybe not so much for your friends," A quick glance between the gathered group, taking in their faces, "At least, not yet. But don't worry, you'll remain one of my primary focuses, Rhapsody." The dragon replies, as he turns his head back towards Yuna. This one, she was the main source of his current predicament. And worst of all, she's called his bluff.     "Anyone in the Confederacy would have been more than happy to assist me, I simply did not think I would require it. An issue I will rectify next time, I assure you. As for your offer to retreat, I will take it, in due time. But I'm not quite finished yet."     He lifts his thumb off of the pad on the controller, and at the same moment, throws his wings open. Up above the gathered group, the Predator, which has been hovering silently with it's cloak engaged, emerges from the bright blue sky, the sleek black body of the ship materializing. As Terek flies away, the ship's main cannon fires, a plasma bolt lancing out from it, aimed directly at the Observisphere. He might not get the fight he wants, but some carnage is better than nothing. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     A ship! Terek flies! All hell breaks loose! Seriously the moment Terek turns to run he'd have Rhapsody's breath-blasts chasing after him. It probably doesn't help her anger when he actually FIRES on the observersphere! "NOOOOOO!" And a moment later its just not small blasts, it's a single massive pillar of energy racing up after the Kinslayer. It'll probably hit his ship, too! "GET BACK HERE YOU COWARD!" Record. Again. Angry dragon is angry. Someone should probably keep her from --- Nope there she goes. Her wings are baaaaaack! "I WILL RIP YOUR FACE OFF AND FEED IT TO YOU!" 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Yuna was not expecting that Terek had brought a stealthed ship with heavy firepower - or at least, heavy enough to potentially obliterate the Observersphere. But between the sound of the plasma cannon firing, Terek bolting, and Rhapsody going into an absolute fury, what was 'expected' is kind of beside the point. Of more immediate import, at the moment, is that Terek is getting exactly what he wanted - Rhapsody is pursuing him in a blind rage. Given what the 'Kinslayer' *said* he wants to do, there's really not much of a choice at all; Yuna flies after Rhapsody and Terek, beam-pistol materializing in her free hand; her priority is VERY much on making sure Rhapsody doesn't get ignominiously ganked, so Shugoseiheki is more important in Yuna's mind right now than offensive firepower. She has to catch up with Rhapsody first, though ... 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette wasn't expecting a stealthed ship, either, much less an armored one. And the fact that it attacks the ship in blatant disregard of their agreement makes Jeannette angry, as well. Unlike Rhapsody, though, Jeannette has had a lot of practice controlling her rage... by translating it into what one could call action. She snaps her fingers at a Marine. "YOU! Interceptors toward this position, now! Cut him off before he gets to the warp Gate!" She says, before turning over to the dragon as she jumps. She can't fly in this form, and doesn't exactly have anyone with goddamn jetpacks, so she does the only thing she can do. Bellow with the Commodore voice she had very little practice with. "NO SCALES! GET YOUR TAIL DOWN HERE /NOW/!" 

:'''{{#var:272|Yunomi Stadler (272)}} has posed:'''     She knew those energy readings were weird, even if she couldn't /see/ the ship with the eyes. The     ANd she had to choose between she sphere, and its precious live cargo. She reaches, grabs the two, closes her eyes and focuses. There's not much time to think about an 'ideal' location other than 'anywhere but here!' -- ESPECIALLY when Rhapsody opens fire on the ship!     And Yunomi disappears, with the duo in tow, teleporting to the ground and a hundred feet away from the blast, putting herself between the plasma-shooting hidden ship, angry Dragon, tailing Galaxy Maiden, and a very angry military leader.     "It's okay." Yunomi states gently, "I'll keep you safe." she states to the scouts, and behind her her Prismatic Shield lights up, to protect against the flotsam and jetsam. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:'''     At the moment, the main plan for Terek is simply escape. He has a very enraged (and now wing equipped) Rhapsody after him, who can fire off beams of breath weapons. He manages to evade the beam, though it tears into the ship, sending the shields into a frenzy as they begin to flare up. Terek has to make her back off, and so he flips over in midair, and fires his own breath weapon back down at her. His isn't a beam, but a concentrated ball of explosive plasma. Assuming it does the trick of making her break off pursuit, he will continue to his ship.     The ship itself is more than fast enough to make a break to the warpgate, though it will undoubtdly take fire from those arriving Triancian interceptors before it makes it. Thankfully the ship is well armored and equipped for it's size. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     MORE BLASTS. MORE. RAAAAAAAAAAH-What? Something, literally, causes all of Rhapsody's rage to suddenly deflate. IN the air she just turns, -stares- at Jeannette.... then she hears Terek behind her. Her finger was still on the 'trigger' of the blue spell blade. The Mizzium skin spell shimmers to life across her frame as the blast impacts! The dragoness slams into a nearby tree, slides down, and then the spell fades. She seems to be alright but.. well, rage defused. All of it. "Nngh.." .oO(Did she really say that..?) 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' As Yunomi teleports herself and the scouts to safety, Elner blinks away from the pod as well - and then teleports once again, relocating to rendezvous with the tanuki ... or as close as the robo-faerie can get, not wanting to try and go through the prismatic shield without a chance to check what it DOES with Yunomi. As for Yuna, when she sees Terek blasting a ball of plasma in Rhapsody's direction, she brings her shield up, trying to get into position to tank the breath weapon - but she can't interpose herself in time. The Wall of the Guardian Star *does* still help protect Yuna against the portion of the detonating plasma which heads in her direction, though. And then Terek's getting away, as Rhapsody's temper gets quenched by Jeannette's yell. Yuna just flies over to where Rhapsody hit the tree, trying to help slow the young dragon's descent and make it a more controlled landing ... although much more importantly, if Terek tries anything *else*, Yuna's ready to protect her friend. 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' The interceptors come in for the Warp Gate, and they will give it the old college try, thrust vectoring having them stop almost in mid air, as they swing around for pursuit vectors. Even with multi-aspect missles and electric cannon, however, there's simply not enough time between contact and when the ship would reach the warp gate for them to do much. After which there could, tectnically, be no pursuit. Jeannette winces as the blact hits Rhapsody, and is already moving toward the dragonness as she falls from the sky, feeling slightly guilty, as she might have been responsible for the attack hitting. A sigh of releif whne she meets her and sees her all right. "Hate me if you wish. But that anger, that /rage/ you let control you, would have done much worse than hurt your feelings. I'm sorry, but I will be /damned/ if I let you throw yourself into a woodchipper." She notes, her own anger clipped and bottled. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:'''     Well that distraction by Jeanette was enough to allow Terek to reach his ship. He boards it, and is off in a flash. The interceptors score several hits, and seeing as the Predator was never really meant for in-atmo maneuvering, it is lucky it has the speed it does to reach the warp gate without sustaining too much damage.     So unfortunately, Terek Kinslayer escaped. But the hostages were rescued, and the damage to the Observisphere can probably be repaired at some point. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:'''     Slumped, sitting at the base of a tree, breathing, in out, in out, it SEEMS the anger is fading, but its hard to tell. She's not really saying anything. Her hands are tearing into the ground a bit, but besides that? She's still. Even her tail is just laying out to one side of her. The wings she had used a little earlier have vanished once again. Did she hear Jeannette? She doesn't react if she did. No wait, she's actually getting up. Her weight is pressed against the tree, she works her way up, then, for a moment, it seems she starts to turn to leave, turning her back to Jean.         Oh wait no, she wasn't leaving at all. She was partially turning, when she turns back there's a balled fist coming around, and fast, right at the Commodore's jaw! "Don't you EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN!"         Somewhere, Sidonia just sighs. "Damnit.." After throwing the wild punch, Rhapsody resumes stalking off, hit or miss, the way it looked like she was going before. She's still not at all pleased about ANY of what just happened. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Yuna offers a hand (or an arm) to help Rhapsody get back up ... She wasn't expecting the first thing Rhapsody did once she was on her feet to be attempting to deck Jeannette, though. "... you okay ... or is that a stupid question ..." She's not sure if she should try to stop Rhapsody or not; after a moment, though, she just quietly takes to the air and shadows Rhapsody towards the warpgate. After making sure the rescued scouts are okay, Elner follows suit, sticking close to Yuna again. 

:'''{{#var:410|Jeannette Thompson (410)}} has posed:''' Jeannette watches Rhapsody slowly stand up, her hands working through the ground. She does seem a bit.... concerned at her silence, but doesn't say anything herself. She simply waits. She had opened a wound, she knew, nessecarily, but a wound none the less. And she would have to deal with it. Or- Jeannette's cybernetics, her brainware, allowed her to react quickly, /think/ quickly, and enough experiance fighting in bars at her youth kept the knowledge of when someone might decide to make the first punch. She sees it coming. She could try blocking it, and have a decent chance of success. Or avoiding it, and take a glacing blow. She does neither. There was consequences to actions you take, and that meant the fist of the dragon slammed against her jaw, with a crack, causing her to stagger back, even as her hand goes up to still her Marines. And after that punch, she just works her jaw around, feeling the pain, and spitting out just a bit of blood. Landsakes, but she forgot how it /hurt/ when you didn't do anything to mitigate. "My word as your friend." She says, quietly, even if Rhaps couldn't hear it. She won't accompany the dragon back. That wouldn't have been right. Instead, she looks back to one of the Marines behind her. "Call a surgeon and our conveyance. We're returning to /Resolve/." 

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The Rookery: Fassad vs Terek

2014-07-17T20:41:01Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' The Rookery is a source for the controlling faction to have a nearly endless supply of dragons, of every type you can imagine. In particular, one dragon is stalking the fields and valleys, looking for others. This dragon, however, is a predator. His goal is to hunt, and kill, several of the weaker dragons, to feed his untold lust for the destruction of his own species, or those like it. Terek Kinslayer, though a new arrival in the Multiverse, has already shown that he is capable of standing toe to toe with a known Multiversal threat. For now, he is somewhat blended in with the other dragons in the Rookery. A veritable wolf in sheep's clothing, waiting for the opritune moment to strike. 

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:''' The deep valley which hides the Rookery is honestly not an easy place to assault, especially for a man whose main method of travel is 'horseback'. But, as Fassad leaves his horse on the edge of the valley, he looks down. And then he proceeds to set up a video camera he has borrowed. So that he can record this EPIC FEAT. He pulls out what seems to be some sort of wooden board. This is something he saw on TV, once! He rides it down, like a snowboard into the valley. Honestly it is a /lot harder/ than it looked like on TV, and he is struggling to manage. In fact, once he gets near the bottom, he just basically outright leaps off, and stumbles a bit, sliding on his feet the rest of the way. Perhaps it was simply special effects? Either way, the white dressed swordsman fixes his cape, and dusts himself off. He... really does not like the dust, after all. But he smiles, looking around. He sees... Only dragons? He ponders to himself, aloud. His sword has yet to be drawn. "...I had thought this place was controlled by the Confederacy. Did they grow so complacent as to not place any guards?" He looks around, not noticing Terek. All dragons look alike to him. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' Hmm? What is that? The dragon looks across at the figure sliding down the hill deeper into the valley. He snorts a bit, "Fool. Everywhere I go someone interrupts my hunt.." He rises up from where he had been and flares his wings, leaping off of the hill and gliding down to land right in front of Fassad with a hefty thud. He rises to his feet, glowing red eyes peering at the blond human, "Who are you, and why have you come to my hunting grounds? Leave at once, and I will not hurt you." The dragon folds his wings around himself like a cloak, and awaits an answer. Hopefully the human's answer will be satisfactory and Terek will not have to hurt him. He doesn't like hurting humans. 

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:''' Fassad looks at Terek. Huh. If not for the speech, he would of assumed this was simply a juvenile dragon. Well, the more one experiences the Multiverse, the more surprises one encounters! But, alas. Now, his assumption is that Terek is basically yet another vile Confederate. And so, Fassad draws his blade. He speaks, in a rather noble fashion. A rather haughty, and 'I think you're so much less than me' fashion. "Ah, vile dragon! One who would hunt his own kind, it seems. No wonder such a dark and villainous being as you would throw his lot in with the Confederacy! And Dragons can be such a noble species! You stand nowhere near the noblest of them, though!" He makes a dramatic flourish with his blade. "And so, I shall slay you, vile dragon!" Fassad then smiles. And his teeth glow. Partially due to magic. Partially due to how /shiny/ they are. And then he swings his blade. From it, a ray of light bursts out, trying to stab into Terek. Fassad still smiles as he does this, though he does say something else. "Tell me your name, vile beast, so that Prince Fassad of Arcadia might add your name to my list of vanquished foes!" 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' Terek seems...Confused, at first. The posturing by the human is somewhat odd. Then again he is used to most people cowering in fear of him. This thought is broken up, however, then the blade is slashed towards him and the light stabs out, penetrating his armor and making him stumble back by a step. His look of confusion instantly transfers into a look of anger. "You wish to know who I am, human? I am Terek Kinslayer. I am the apex predator of my world. And now, I am the apex predator of your's." Those wings that he had wrapped around him flare open, and he launches himself at Fassad. As he rushes forward, he pushes off with his right leg, to take to the air. More of a pounce than an attempt to take flight, however. He flies forward with the intent of striking at the knight with one of those razor claws on his hands. 

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:''' Terek Kinslayer. That name sticks to Fassad's mind. It is one of those names that /really/ sounds great, impressive, and likely to make a good footnote on his resume. During this consideration, though, Terek is vile enough to come in for the attack! How dare he, attack while the hero is thinking and pondering! TRULY UNFAIR. He attempts to parry with his sword, but is too late. The claws cut into him. Luckily, due to his chainmail armor hidden under his white princely clothes, it is more blunt, rather than cutting. "Kinslayer the Foul, you shall fall here and today! The warriors who fight for justice always win!" The sad thing is, Fassad basically believes most of what he is saying, and yes, he does have that big of an ego. He brings his blade down at the claw. That is one fo the flaws with natural weapons: It gives you a nice easy target to aim for. Though, even as he is bringing his blade around with his right hand, he reaches to his side with his left hand. He pulls something out: A miraculous looking shield, with a surface like a polished mirror. Yes, he is preparing for the classic sword and shield combat style! "HAVE AT THEE, COWARDLY BEAST!" 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' The problem with natural weapons is they're often made of sterner stuff, which is why they can be used as weapons in the first place. The sword strikes home, and make him withdraw his claw quickly, but he shifts his weight back in order to be able to stand and fight. "What is it with the heroes of this world and their rampant desire for witty banter while attempting to kill one another?" He asks, only somewhat rhetorically. He really would like to know. Prepping himself to strike again, he spies his reflection in the shield. Hrm. An interesting device to be sure. He is unsure if it is simply for show or if the mirrored surface actually holds osme kind of purpose. He'll worry about it when it comes to it, however, as he moves in again, this time shifting his weight around to swing his hefty tail, hopefully under the knight's defense and take out his legs. 

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:''' Fassad, of course, has an answer ready. "The words you are hearing are simply the words of JUSTICE, held in the hearts of all great heroes!" And then in comes the leg sweep. Though his legs are impacted, Fassad leaps a little. It gets him out of the path of the brunt of the attack. And though Fassad is avoiding the attack, he is already planning his next course of action! While leaping, he brings the sword down, aiming it towards Terek's head. At the same time, he is pushing forward with the shield. If timed right, the shield bash and sword slash shall strike, in unison, for massive damage! "And besides, if any questions should be asked, it would be why a villain such as yourself would stoop to hunting his own kind! Is it just for a sick sport?" 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' "My reasoning for hunting dragons is relatively simple. I need to do so to survive." The dragon replies, though all this talking might be distracting him from defense, as he gets bashed by the shield, stumbling back and opening himself up for the slash as well. The dragon growls loudly in response, and holds himself back for a moment, before he decides to unleash a much more powerful attack. He pulls something off of his lower back, a small silver box. That box, however, soon unfolds into a rifle-like configuration. He raises it up to his shoulder and fires at the knight with the weapon, a single beam of red energy lancing from the weapon. 

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:''' The laser blast comes in. It honestly surprises Fassad. If anything, he would expect a dragon to use a breath attack. Fassad's annoyance is palpable, especially considering the burn wound on him, andthe damage to his clothing. "Ah, so not only do you hunt your own kind, you use such an unruly weapon as a laser gun! If you should hunt, you should do so wtih a much more civilized weapon! Like a sword, or perhaps even... MAGIC!" And with that, Fassad moves into a magical attack! His shield begins to glow with a radiant light! He moves to bash it in, the Light magic increasing the force of the shield significantly! But, there is another reason he used his shield. He is now trying his best to hide behind it. If things work out, maybe he'll manage to send one of those laser blasts back to sender. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' The dragon lets out a roar as the shield bash comes in towards him again, and he shifts. He blocks the incoming shield, for a brief moment, with his right arm, as he rolls past Fassad, trying to get around onto his side, and once he has him in a more comprimising position, strike. Those claws come to bear again, this time slashing downwards at the knight's back, attempting to slash through that chainmail he has under his outfit, and hopefully get to the soft flesh within. 

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:''' Sadly, Fassad's chainmail is a bit tough. Still, even Chainmail can't prevent some attacks. As the claws come in, the chainmail is forced into Fassad's skin. It hurts him, quite a bit. He winces, stumbling forward. Yeah, that hurt fairly badly. And suddenly, he shouts something out. "SERAFINA!" And something wakes up in his pocket. A Shinki, leaping out of the pocket, flying skywards. It isn't in its armor at first, though suddenly the armor appears on her. It is an Olbern, a white armored Shinki with somewhat of an angelic look. In its right hand is a sword. She spots Terek, blinking. "HEY! LISTEN! There is this dragon thing behind you!" "Yes, I am aware, Serafina!" Serafina begins to get it, and suddenly flies in, trying to make an attack at Terek with its rapier blade, trying to stab into him. During this time, Fassad is turning around, trying to ready himself. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' Well he does get stabbed, though he manages to back off from the assault and only take a grazing stab to his armor. His eyes glow as he peers at the shinki, and then back at Fassad, "Ah hah, another one of those small robots. Fascinating. They are far more common than I thought.." But back to the job at hand. Deciding to step things up a bit, the dragon takes a step back, and taps something on the side of his rifle. The weapon converts into a different shape, the front opening up as he fires again, this time sending out a wide spray of multiple beams, intent on hitting both Fassad and his shinki with laser fire. 

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:''' Both Fassad and Serafina are struck by the wide fire. Fassad attempts to lift his shield, though with how wide of an area is hit, it only does so much. At the least, some of the laser blasts fly /back/ towards Terek. That alone should, hopefully, cause him some damage. But, he smirks a bit. And makes a little nod. That is Serafina's cue. Luckily, despite her /also/ being blasted by lasers, she still manages to see the cue. She is struggling to keep up and stabilize her flight, at least for a moment. But, seeing the nod, she knows what to do. She dashes down, to Fassad's belt. His belt has some pouches on it. But on one side, there is some sort of leather bag. She reaches into it, pulls something out, and tosses it towards Terek. IT'S A BOMB! 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' Oh, now the man wants to break out the explosives. The bomb goes off after the dragon was already reeling from the reflected laser blasts, and takes him off of his feet, sending him crashing to the ground. He grunts and picks himself up, a bit slowly at first, and glares at Fassad. While it seems he's managed to get the man to stop talking about justice and honor and his other beliefs, now he has focused on actually fighting. Terek makes a mental note to keep them talking longer next time, as he turns his head towards Fassad. The dragon's throat has begun to glow bright purple, and the reason for it becomes aparent a few moments later as his mouth opens and with a thundercrack, the ball of burning purple plasma is launched from his mouth towards his opponent. 

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:''' Fassad is /never/ done talking about justice and honor. And sadly, it seems that he was simply saving up for a /really big speech/ about it. The plasma ball... A breath attack, at last! Fassad lifts up his shield! Though some of the blast still stikes his body, the majority of it is struck into the shield. This is perfect! "Foul villain, you fight without honor! You and your lot are doomed to fall! Always, throughout history, the contemptible beings such as yourself fall! You heinous abomination, you shall fall now! All deeds you do are reprehensible! So fall, you abhorration! Fall, and let your hate be extinguished by the might of the MIRROR SHIELD!" And, the ball of Plasma bounces back. This would basically be the worst possible time for Fassad to screw up and miss, wouldn't it, especially after a speech like that, huh? 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' There's not a lot the dragon can do about that. He knew there was something to worry about with that shield, but he wasn't expecting that. By the time he realizes what's happening, it's too late, and the ball of plasma has bounced back and exploded in his face. It sends him flying, the force behind it more than he had anticipated. The smoldering dragon rolls to a stop on the ground nearby, and coughs loudly. That hurt like hell, "You are a very skilled combatant.." He says, as he pushes himself to his feet, "It will...Be a shame to kill you..But I cannot abide the Union's insolence.." His right hand vanishes behind his back, and when it emerges, it holds a gunmetal grey staff...Which unfolds into a massive battle axe after a moment. The edges of the axe glow with red plasma, as the dragon roars out in defiance, and dives at the knight, swinging the axe in an arc. 

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:''' The axe comes in. Fassad attempts to parry it with the shield, but is too slow. Terek, too skilled. The blade hits his shoulder, and cuts deep. He luckily moves enough out of the way to prevent his arm being lopped off cleanly. "An axe... Hrm. At least, finally, you use a melee weapon! A more honorable weapon! So, have at thee!" And then Serafina circles around and tosses another bomb at Terek's back. She was actually working on this while Terek was preparing the axe and Fassad was speaking. Yes Fassad /is/ truly honorable, honorable enough to help flank Terek so his Shinki can take some honor! And he isn't a hypocrit at all. Really! 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' Yes, a melee weapon. And one he prides himself on having built. Unfortunately he's so focused on Fassad and the shinki is a bit on the small side, so he misses her as she vanishes behind him with the bomb. It goes off and throws the dragon forward. He has been taken off of his feet way more than he cares for in this battle thus far. Another growl as he picks himself up. Holes have been formed in his wings, and blood is running out from inside of his armor. His scales have decidedly been penetrated by that bomb. He moves forward again, however, roaring out as he swings the axe once again, trying to come down with an overhead swing this time. 

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:''' The swing hits Fassad dead center, right on the chest. The blade cuts through his chainmail, and leaves a nasty cut in the middle of his chest. The range the axe gives is quite a thing to deal with. But, it is something Fassad is now trying to plan for. Fassad stumbles back, briefly. He smirks, smiling at Terek. "...Well. It seems you no longer have anything to say for yourself. Obviously, you are realizing that I hold RIGHTEOUS CHARISMATIC FURY!" And then, Fassad steps in. The axe is long. It takes more room to swing. As long as he keeps his shield up, he should be able to fight more efficiently at a /significantly/ close range. He aims, this time, for an arm. Trying to stab at it. His own left arm, his shield arm, has taken damage at the shoulder. This inconveniences him, of course. Which is why he is hoping to put a similar handicap on his foe. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' With things not going the way he had hoped, the dragon is rapidly running out of options. None of his attacks have worked thus far, even the mighty Dragonfury was not able to take his opponent down. And he is still talking. The arm takes the stab full on, and he drops the axe to the ground, where it thuds and shuts off. "I admire your resiliance.." Terek says, "You do your people proud. But this was never up to you." Since Fassad is so close to him, he decides to make a bit of distance between them. He hauls back, using the energy he can muster, to kick at the knight's chest. Assuming he gets enough distance between them, he will follow it up with another plasma blast, hoping that Fassad won't be able to reflect it while flying through the air. 

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:''' One of the best parts of using the legendary Mirror Shield? It can save Fassad some energy, at times. He fights strong enemies, after all. /Incredibly/ strong enemies. And so, often, he can take an enemy out with their own power. He outright drops his sword, at least briefly. Though it is a fine blade, and in fact made as a reproduction of the Master Sword (albeit a mundane version)? He needs full use of his arms for this. He also needs that arm free, briefly, to toss Serafina a small camera. What? Though the kick strikes, the plasma blast does not. The shield catches the impact. And, it sends the force directly back, straight at Terek. In fact, it might come back to hit him /stronger/ than it left. The Mirror Shield is, truly, quite an impressive artifact. Serafina, of course, is trying to take an epic photo of this dramatic reversal! Another photo for Fassad's Journal of Heroic Deeds! 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' The mirror shield is in fact quite a powerful device. Terek wants one for himself...He will have to construct something which has the same effect, without the need for magical artifacts. Though that is for some day in the future. For now, he is instead laying in a heap after the smoke clears from where the blast of plasma impacted. Enough of this... He taps something on his left wrist, and the sound of engines whirling to life nearby can be heard. The Predator rises from where it had been parked, and flies overhead of the dragon, lowering it's ramp. "The day is your's, human. I will return to claim what is mine, however. Mark my words!" He then takes hold of the ramp and the ship begins to take off, as he hauls himself up inside of it. 

:'''{{#var:248|Fassad (248)}} has posed:''' And, Terek begins to take off. Fassad simply smiles. His teeth, /glowing/ with light. The entire battlefield is illuminated. "Know this! Should you return: The Rookery is /guarded/ against the likes of you! I shall not hold my blade back so much next time!" Once Terek and his ship is out of sight, though? Fassad is going to collapse to his knees due to the blood loss. Yeah, he is going to need some patching up, himself. 

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The Kinslayer

2014-07-13T21:39:59Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' This planet off of the Space Ways has been deemed uninhabited and is nameless. Well not really, it's called something along the lines of Planet-C1872 or something along those lines. There isn't much to it. A small, rocky world. The thing that stands out about this world is the burning wreck on the surface of it. A medium sized transport cruiser bearing the markings of the Grayscale faction has crash landed. Not far from it, a sleek black ship with red markings has landed, and the owner of that ship has made his way into the crashed vessel. Inside of the vessel, there are several bodies, humans and other aliens, but the ones that stand out are the dragons. They seem to be particular, because while others may have died from the impact or from what appears to be a slashing weapon, the dragons have a particular wound, as if two spikes were driven into their bodies. It isn't pretty, but close inspection would show it to be a post-mortem wound. Deeper inside of the ship, the sound of weapons fire can be heard. The fight is still going. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:''' Beelzebumon has a certain knack for showing up in the darnest places. Most of the time, this is just coincidence, but this time his reasons for being here is less of the nature of 'just happened to be in the neighborhood'. No, he's here precisely because an interesting tidbit of information that caught his eye. Namely the name of Kinslayer. As he pulls up to the smouldering wreck, the Demon Lord lets out an appreciative whistle as he looks at the damage, then dismounts Behemoth as he pulls out his precious Berenjena Shotguns, "Man, whoever did this doesn't mess around, does he? Now then, let's find out who or what this 'Kinslayer' is, and how he, she, or it managed to earn such a fascinating title..." 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' The distress signal of a wrecked ship was one thing, but to hear there were -dragons- on a -spaceship- was enough to catch the attention of a certain leader of a whole BUNCH of scientists and inventors. Rhapsody's arrival at the barren rock is via Observersphere, a round sort of craft the Izzet make. Thankfully, Sidonia set some kind of breathing enchant on the Guildmaster before she left. So. Hopefully outerspace won't be -that- big of a problem.. 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' No, Haru really has no idea what's going on. Just that someone needs help. That's really all he needs to know. If there are no warpgates in the area, he might have had to get Union transportation here. Hopefully the planet's hospitable enough so he won't die instantly when he sets foot on the surface. But if not, the Union surely has spacesuits that aren't completely impossible to fight in. Being a normal human can be so annoying sometimes. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' For someone to attack a transport near this busy portion of the Void transit lines, either it had to be carrying something of extreme importance or value, or the person is extremely powerful and brave. Either was worthy of being investigated. Space briefly contorts over the small, diminiutively named and unbothered with planetoid, allowing a larger craft to pull itself out of hyperspace travel and back into the normal realms of the void. It's engines shimmer as they power down to allow the ship to settle into orbit. On the comand deck Tesla Armadia watchs the preliminary scans come up on the screen, pinpointing the location of the wreck on one, and the accompanying smaller ship on a side monitor. Hmm. Interesting. Not any ship makes she reconizes off the top of her head, though. Thoughtfully she thumbs the comm control. "Send down an investigation squad." Standing behind her chair, Lunessa lets out a disgruntled snarl. "Why do the psychotic little munchkins get to go down first?" "Because," Tesla replied evenly as she steepled her fingers together, "we don't know for sure who these people or this 'Kinslayer' are... And they are much more expendable." From the mastermind's ship a smaller one disengages and drops down to the surface, instead of landing skids multiple drill-tipped pylons deploy to anchor it into the ground firmly. Once settled into place the hatch hisses open and drops down into a ramp. Out of which march several guard drones, and a bunch of what look like a Goblin, an Ork and a Lombax somehow had a pack of bastard babies together. Not to mention most of them are sporting kibble-decorated guns that are easily as large or larger than they are. One sports some actual body armor, and by the way he yowls semi-incoherently like a cat on the alley fence and the rest scatter around him to march towards the ruined ship, he must be the one in charge. Universe, say hello to the Gremlynx... and kiss any hopes of this day not ending up in explosions goodbye. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' The sound of weapons fire inside of the ship intensifies for a few brief moments, and then just as suddenly stops. It seems someone, or something, has won the pitched battle that was going on inside of that portion of the wreck. The arriving parties will be able to enter the wreck from numerous points of entry, blown out hatches, hull breaches, or they could always just blast their way in through a non-damaged bulkhead, if they were so inclined. Inside of the ship proper, there are more bodies. There are also several people who are wounded but not killed. The only ones who seem to have a 100% casualty rate are the dragon crewmembers, all of them with that same two-pronged wound. Several of the wounded crewmen have established a triage point in the cargo hold of the ship, which is exposed to the outside world. Thankfully there is breathable air on this planet for all of those who need that sort of thing. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:''' Three shots ring out, piercing through an unopened air hatch on the crashed ship, before the hatch us suddenly launched through the hall and impacts the other side of the corridor as light spills into the darkened interior... and standing amidst that light is Beelzebumon, his leg extending in the aftermath of the kick he used to bust open the door. Sure, he could have gained entrance via one of the many gaping holes in the ship, but that isn't as juch fun. Slowly, he pulls his leg back in and steps inside, with shotguns pointed down both ends of the hall, ready to blow any lurkers away if need be. When none emerge, he slowly raises his guns up and starts to confidently march down the hall towards where he last heard gunfire. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' One thing the Observersphere had was sensors. No weapons, but LOTS of sensors. It was built to observe, after all. Reports of gunfire from inisde the ship prompts Rhapsody to start heading down. The fact a few others are on approach is a bit concerning but for now, she can hope that there will be some cooperation, right? ... yeah probably not.. Oh well. Time to head inside! The sphere is parked, a double check of Sidonia's enchant, and then Rhapsody heads toward the ship from a different direction then some of the others.. "Knock Knock..." not that anyone can probably hear her. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' There's plenty of holes in the side of the ship. That doesn't stop one of the Gremlynx from using a rediculously large lazer-chainsaw to cut -another- one in the hull. Because all those holes may be nice but they're not made by THEM and that's extremely important. At least as far as they're concerned. Once the entrance is made the little furballs march right in with their guns and drones, pretty much ignoring anyone that is already dead or nearly dead. The armed ones and the drones start spreading into the nearby corridor in search of the source of the shooting, because someone other than them are the ones shooting and that's not proper! At least let them get their share of destruction in! The guy (if you can call one of them that) with the lazer-chainsaw starts cutting out a computer terminal to find out what sort of tech level these people actually have. The armored leader is the last to march in, and actually pauses over one of the wounded humans as he grasps for him. "Please.. Kinslayer... had no chance.. just a transport, you.. help..." The armored Gremlynx leans closer, even if it's just to look mean because he's short enough to not really need to lean over, and actually managed some garbled, chattery accented standard speech. "Tch. Look at you. Such terrible shape. This Kinslayer, very good at brutality is he." Then takes out an overcharged defibulator looking device and slugs the guy with it like it was a pair of brass knuckles instead of a medical tool. The crewman thuds over with a bleeding, broken temple as the armored hairball hops off him and waddles over to inspect one of the dragonic corpses instead. "Much lethality, much more interesting!" 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' It's through one of the already-made holes in the ship that Haru makes his entry to the ship, following the sound of the fighting. Until it stops. Haru's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing though. But there's something that will catch his attention almost immediately. Wounded. Before he goes any farther into the ship, he's going to stop and tend to them. He hears the gunshots from Beelzebumon's entering of the ship nearby, and looks up, preparing to defend the wounded. He blinks as he sees the Demon Lord Digimon. But he doesn't seem interested in hurting the wounded, so... If he sees Rhapsody he'll look up at her and nod in greeting, with a smile. He may not be aware of Tesla's machines yet, since he's coming in behind the troupe. He can't do too much for the wounded except try to stop bleeding and call for evacuation of those who are still alive. But he's going to do what he can before he heads farther into the craft as well. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' Beelzebumon doesn't encounter anyone at first, but is closer to the origin point of the weapons fire than the others thanks to his explosive entrance. It seems to have been coming from what would most likely be the bridge of the ship. That would definitely be an excellent point to check and see just who or what is causing all of that ruckus. Actually someone can hear Rhapsody's call. There's two humans not far from her point of entry, that had been hiding not far from her, in some sort of storage closet. One of them glances out of there, and upon seeing her, points some kind of rifle at her, "D-don't move!" It seems the female is wearing some kind of uniform, and looks to be bruised up from the crash, but not too badly hurt overall. The Gremlynx are moving towards the bridge as well, though are on the opposite side of the ship from the Demonic Digimon. The crewman who takes the blow to the head finds himself thrust rapidly back to unconciousness. If he survives or not is probably of no consequence to the furball, as their march deeper into the ship continues. The wonded that Haru comes across are in varying states of injury. Some are attempting to care for the others, others look like they are on their last breath. It seems the majority of the crew on this ship were not combat trained, and those that were are the ones who have been dispatched. The uniforms between the military personel and the ship crew differ. Haru finds several non-combat draconic crewmembers who have been killed, however, suffering the same fate as the soldiers. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' Hearing voices, Rhapsody pauses. When she turns and finds herself at the business end of a rifle she just raises both hands, "I'm not here to hurt anyone, I got a distress call. I work for the Union. What happened here?" Silently she curses her difficulty with casting spells. She'd prove it if she could just DRAW some mana out here. Guh. 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Oh good, there are still people that are capable of helping him. Haru starts helping these people help the rest of the crew. They must have medical supplies on board this thing, right? He also assures them that help will be there soon, since he's called the people he works with. Mind, the old Chinese-style attire with not a single technological thing on his person that can be seen apart from his radio might not lend much confidence to the possibility of 'the people he works with' to help them. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:''' "Gotta say, whoever this Kinslayer is, he's very methodical with his carnage," Beelzebumon says, before pausing before a huge dragon, now deceased. "Odd. What's with the holes? Too neat to be battle wounds. God damnit, don't tell me it's a fucking vampire." With a rough kick, Beelzebumon launches the corpse out of his way and continues on, "And me without my garlic. Ah well, if it is a vamp, I'll just have to make sure to break that strawtooth's mouth before he gets a chance to sink his fangs in..." As Beelzebumon reaches the door to the bridge, he puts his shotguns away, then spits on his hands and rubs them together, before thrusting his fingers into the seem of the closed door. Then with tremendous force, he tears it open and thrusts his head through the gap he made. "HEEEEEEEEERE'S JOHNNY!" 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' The armored gremlynx, apparently named Biojack as noted on the faction communications, yells something and one of the drones which is basically a giant mechanical hand on an anti-grav device grabs the dragonic corpse and hauls it back to their ship. Master wants to examine it later. Biojack probably just wants to rip out it's remaining innards and experiment on them, but that's for funsy hobby time later. Right now he's marching off to catch up the rest of the lead group. Whom have found their way to the bridge. And the heavy emergency doors locked shut to it. "Haaa, stupid humans. They lock murderer inside with them!" Several of the other gremlynx prattle at him, but he just shoves them aside. Looks up at door. Looks down again. Then backs up. "Bring the can openers!" Which contrary to the term, is some sort of weird device brought out and clamped onto the door, and all the little furballs scatter as it starts to crackle. Metal creaks and groans, then is rended from the framework as the device starts to -compact it inward-. Like the thing was powered by some sort of minatural singularity. Sure enough with a final hideous renching of metal it all crunches together into a tiny, extremely dense metal ball that falls out of the doorframe. And threw the deck, it's so heavy. And threw the planetary crust beneath the ship, likely going several meters down before finally stopping. Biojack steps in with a bunch of the armored gremlynx, but pays more attention to looking down at the hole first. "Note make. Gravity door opener too heavy to pick up afterwards. Waste of metal, need more work!" 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' The guildmaster can see the human woman waver a bit as the hands go up. She lowers the rifle and then realizes that she's here to help. She doesn't know which dragon clan is the Union, but she supposes it doesn't matter, "The Kinslayer happened. He...He somehow knocked us out of hyperspace. We're not even sure how. Forced the ship down onto this planet and began systematically killing everybody that he can. He's a monster. You should get away while you can...He never leaves any dragons alive..But if you're really here to help, my friend's leg is broken. Can you help me get him out of here?" She asks, motioning to the other person inside of the storage room. There is a medical bay that Haru can find suplies in, if he is inclined to assist the injured further. One of them, who looks to be the highest ranking member in the cargo bay, moves towards him, "I don't know who you are, but thank you." The man says, "I don't know if you can, but the captain was on the bridge. The Kinslayer will be after him. If you can help him, you have to. We can tend to the wounded until your evacuation ship arrives. Please, hurry." It's not a vampire. Well not technically anyway. As the doors to the bridge are wrenched open, Beelzebumon finds himself looking at a scene of even more devestation. The bridge didn't fare well during the crash landing, and the insuing firefight didn't help much. Lights flicker and spark, consoles display an endless stream of damage report data nearby. Up at the front of the bridge near the nav station, there stands the Kinslayer himself. The large, purple hued dragon is holding a smaller gray colored one by the throat, holding him up into the air. There are other wounded crewmen and soldiers scattered around the bridge. Some dead, some not, but all of them have been disabled by this predator. One of his earfins twitches when the door is wrenched open, and he turns his head towards it. There's no way that anyone left would have had the strength to do that. What the dragon sees surprises him. He's not sure what it is? A type of dragon he's never seen before? Couldn't be. He clenches his hand around the gray dragon's throat a bit tighter, to make sure he doesn't think about trying anything, and his glowing red eyes narrow, "What are you?" His attention is yet again grabbed when the door on the other side of the bridge begins to collapse in upon itself. He raises a brow. That technology looks like his own. Though his was never that precise, it was also never intended to breach a door, but to destroy a Grayscale capital ship. The creatures that enter soon afterwards are nothing he has ever seen before, either. This requires his full attention. He throws the captain against one of the consoles, and turns to face the Gremlynx and Beelzebumon, the purple dragon glancing back and forth between the group of creatures and the large demon, "I demand to know who you are and why you are intruding on my hunt." 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' A wince is given the pair of humans, "Help is coming, just stay safe, okay? I'll make sure someone comes to help you," she tells them before hearing the comotion on the bridge. Lots of comotion. Just how many people showed up anyway? With a shh motion, Rhapsody takes off for the bridge without -any- clue what she was about to get herself into. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' In response the Gremlynx all raise their guns.... and then topple over as Biojack slaps one upside the head with his own weapon and they fall onto each other like dominoes. "Ideeots! Master say HOLD, not KILL EVERYTHING!" Long pause. ".... yet." Master? Who could be in charge of these lunatics that they actually listen to. The trail of bodies and psychotic minions isn't hard to follow after landfall, and it's only a few minutes before Tesla Armadia herself steps through the opened door. And over the toppled minions, who just squeak almost like chewtoys when she steps on them. She takes a look around almost casually, noting the destruction to the ship, the crew. "No wonder they're all worked up, there's barely anything here left to destroy." Then to the purple dragonoid. "Kinslayer, I presume? While only a short time, your... reputation," a vage wave at the destruction around them, "leaves quite a calling card." 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Haru is indeed inclined to help them further. He'll get who he can to the medbay. When the crewman thanks him, Haru nods. He's about to say something, but then the crewman alerts him that their captain is probably in a lot of danger and asks him to help. "I'll try," Haru replies. "Where's the bridge?" Assuming the crewman points it out, he'll try to grab a medkit and head in the direction of the bridge at a run. He'll get there just as the captain is thrown against the console. That, then becomes his first priority, and he tries to make his way over the presumably wounded captain. If he managed to obtain a medkit in the medbay, tending to him should be easier. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:''' "Aaaaaah fuck, /really/?" Beelzebumon says as he turns his head towards the large purple dragon, then takes a moment to finish ripping the door out and throwing the twisted metal off to the side. Then he dramatically gestures towards Kinslayer, "A vampire /dragon/? Where the fuck do you even come up with this shit?" Beelzebumon lets his arms and head droop for a moment, before taking in a deep breath and straightening up. "Sorry if I interupted your meal Strawtooth, but to answer your question, you caused /quite/ a commotion, and see, that tends to attract attention... and you see, I haven't had my fix yet, so I'm reeeeeaaaaaally looking forward to punching something, and well, you seem to have left this wonderful trail of carnage in your wake that seems to scream aloud that you're the biggest, baddest mofo on this twisted wreck." The demon lord twists his head to one side with a loud crack, then cracks his knuckles one by one. "You might wanna finish your meal while you can, because there's a good possibility that you won't be eating for a week." 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' Rhapsody and Haru both find themselves on the bridge as the captain is thrown against the console. The Kinslayer stands defiant as he looks between the two new arrivals, though Rhapsody takes his attention almost immediately, leaving Haru time to tend to the captain, for the moment. The large purple dragon's eyes narrow as he looks at the Guildmaster. He's never seen a dragon like her before...But it's no matter. She is one, and will have to suffer the same fate as all the others. Tesla's arrival is enough to at least momentarilly pull his attention from the Guildleader, as he turns towards her. She seems to know his moniker, and reputation, though this level of destruction is a standard MO for his attacks, despite the short amount of time they have been going on in his universe, "I am. If this is an attempt to stop my crusade, I assure you, it will meet with failure like all the other attempts have." It seems, however, that Beelzebumon wants to fight. Terek turns his attention to the demon lord as he begins to threaten and posture. The dragon growls and his left hand drops behind his back. He pulls out a gunmetal grey rod, but the device soon folds outwards into what can only be described as a very large battle axe. The edges of the blades ignite in red plasma fire, and he levels the weapon with one hand at the demonic digimon, "If you wish to stop me, then make your move. I don't know if the Syphon will work on you, but I am very curious to find out now." 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:''' "Nice axe, but I personally prefer the ones that you can shred on," Beelzebumon says with a shrug, then grins a big, toothy grin as he flicks his foot up, launching the Berenjena Shotgun holstered on his leg up into the air, only to snatch it out of the air, "Now then, show me a good time, tall, dark, and vampiric! AAAHAHAHAHAHA!!" And then with a maniacal gleem in his eye, the Demon Lord of Gluttony rushes forward and launches himself into the air with a forward flip, before unleashing a quick triple kick as he comes into melee range. With the third kick though, he doesn't simply lash out, instead choosing to plant his foot firmly as he coils up, only to backflip off and unleash a blast of his shotgun as he sails away. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' "Now who said anything about -stopping-," Tesla replies as she folds her arms. Though the arrival of the Guildmaster does draw her attention as well for a moment. "Well, look who's a long way from home. Starting to meddle in affairs outside of your domain like a real politican finally?" She uncrosses her arms again, once they're clear the charging lines in her gauntlets clearly visible. Not to mention the minion horde behind her has gotten back on their feet and their weapons drawn again. Though in the end Tesla just gives the dragon lady a dismissive wave. "You and your friend just best go back to saving what little survivors there are like the sappy sorts you Union folk tend to be." And there the Demon Lord goes on the offensive without wasting any more time with words. "This is going to be way over your heads." She pauses to look down as one of the Gremlynx tugs on her tail. "What?" The furball points in the direction of the rest of the ship with his gun, several of his colleagues ducking the barrel's point in case it goes off, and chatters loudly at her. "Hmm. I suppose it would be a shame to not salvage the remains of the wreck, no need to let whatever they were carrying go to waste... they're not going to need it anymore." Most of them are already dead or dying, anyways. 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Blast it. The captain needs help, and being this close to a fight isn't going to make this any easier. Presuming there's an easy way to access the outside here, Haru stands and shifts into a stance. Calling to the rock outside with chi and kata, he tries to form a shield between where he and the captain are and where that fight's starting. Is there any way to get the captain out? 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' Setting eyes on the OTHER dragon in the room just gathers up Rhapsody's curiousity. The glare she gets for just stepping into the room put her on edge, though. One hand slowly pushes her coat back, showing one of her spellblades. She's ready to defend herself if she needs to, bucko. Looks like Beel is going to get between them though. . . for now. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' And so the fight begins as Beelzebumon launches at him. The dragon moves the axe to defend against the kicks, blocking two of them, and thinking he's made the demon retreat when he kicks off, only to fire that blast of buckshot down at the Kinslayer. The pellets strike home and tear into his armor and scales, but he's made of sterner stuff and will be more than capable of surviving a shotgun blast. He is pushed back by the force of it, though. He soon responds with a roar as he rushes at the attacking Digimon. That huge axe carving a path through the air, and if he does it right, though the demon's chest as well. At the moment his focus is on defending himself so he can confirm his final kill. This will give the others free reign to do as they please. Haru is able to construct a stone wall between the captain and the insuing battle, and the hole that he pulled the rock through could probably be big enough to get the captain out through it. He may want to seek aid from the other dragon. The one on his side, that is. Speaking of, Rhapsody will find herself not the target of Terek's ire, for the moment, as he is still in the midst of combat. This leaves her free to aid Haru and the injured dragon. Tesla's desire to strip the ship for parts will be more than capable of being done, none of the survivors would be capable of stopping her and the crew of Gremlynx she brought with her. They'd better work fast, though, because the battle between the Demonic Digimon and the Kinslayer might destroy a lot of the valuable equipment that remains intact, for the moment. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:''' "WHOA GEEZ!" yelps the Demon Lord as he suddenly throws himself back as the axe carves through the air, passing within a hair's breath of taking the nose off of his face as he manages to limbo under the blade. Quickly he rolls back onto his feet from his vulnerable position and grins, rubbing his upper lip with a finger as he dances away. "Not one for banter, are ya? That's alright! I got enough sass for the both of us!" Then Beelzebumon stomps on the end of one of the door segments he ripped away earlier, flipping it like a coin into the hair before grabbing it in one hand and flinging it towards Terek. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' A long glare is leveled toward Kari before Rhapsody's attention slips toward the ship's captain. Let the big boys fight, there are other folks on this ship that need help. "Help him, I'll... keep an eye on everyone else," Rhapsody's quick to suggest to Haru. It wasn't as though Rhapsody was going to be much help medically.. Maybe Haru could do something? 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Tesla instructs her little hoodlums to get to work, and other than a vanguard to her presence most of them take their drones and scurry off to rip whatever they can find apart. Spare parts, if nothing else. No reason to leave perfectly good, if low grade, salvage lying around. Fortunately to the survivors they pay little interest to the organic and wounded as long as none of them try to get the way. Then she turns her attention back to the fight breaking out. And a wall of rock being raised from outside to shield the ship's captain. "Tch. Trying to make off with his hard earned meal? Shame on you." She points a clenched gauntlet towards the stone wall and unleashes a blast of kinetic energy at it. Though really she doesn't care if they make off with the captain or not. Just that an attempt to interfer with the loss of his meal will look good to this destructively capable new person. 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Haru nods to Rhapsody. "I need to get him out of here." He can't really help the captain much either, all he can do is earthbend. No healing abilities or anything like that. Suddenly he wall cracks and the pieces come flying back at him and the captain. Quickly Haru throws his hands forward in front of him, and the pieces stop before they can hit the captain. Another step forward and he flings some of the pieces of the rock back in the direction the kinetic force came from. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' "You want banter? Hrmph. I am used to people running scared from me. You are different." The Kinslayer replies, as he watches Beelzebumon move back to the torn off door, and watching it flip up into the air. The strength on display is very impressive, but the dragon has no time to allow himself to be defeated. Not while the Grayscale captain is getting away. The axe is turned in his hand, and he thrusts it upwards, splitting the door in half with the plasma edge of the axe. But he's not done yet, as he narrows his eyes at Beelzebumon, "Enough! You are ruining everything!" He roars, a bright purple glow appearing in his throat, before he opens his mouth, and there is what can only be described as a crack of thunder as he launches an explosive ball of plasma at the Digimon. The captain wakes back up with a start as Tesla fires her blast into the wall and the rocks almost hit him. He struggles back up to his feet, and begins to look for an exit. He seems to be the one who sent out the initial distress call, and his panic has not subsided at all. He starts to break for one of the holes in the hull, trying to get away from Terek however he can. He doesn't even know where he will go, but anywhere is better than here for him at this point. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:''' The ball of supercharged plasma catches Beelzebumon full on, blasting him back and across the bridge. In the middle of the out of control flight though, he orients himself with his feet back and braces as he slams boots first into the wlal with enough force to leave an impact crater, before springing off the wall. "Ruining everything is sort of what I do!" As he sails through the air in the /opposite/ direction now, he snatches the second of his Berenjena Shotguns from it's holster and begins to spin, firing slug after slug seemingly at random at the walls and causing bullets to ricochet every which way in a chaotic fashion... before all four rounds converge on Terek's position. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Well, crap. Rock is suppose to scatter when busted, not fly back at you. Tesla barely has a chance to raise her arm in front of her face to shield it from the stone shards. "WAAAAAGH!" Some of the Gremlynx that stayed with her are not as lucky, one in particular getting a shard in his eye and starting to run around in a panic. And firing off his gun at random, putting even more holes in the bridge infrastructure. Until Biojack finally shoots -him- instead, the furball hitting the deck with a whump. That he just nuked one of his own doesn't seem to phase him at all as Biojack walks over and kicks the eye-gorged gremlynx onto the back, then crouchs down to check something. Then stands back and looks to the others. "We gonna need new Timmy!" Every other one of the furballs in the room back waaaaaay up from their leader. Guess no one wants that name. 

:'''{{#var:325|Rhapsody (325)}} has posed:''' When the captain takes off, Rhapsody starts to backpedal in the same direction, and then she takes off after him. The 'Kinslayer' is a problem, and TESLA is a problem, but nope, she'd rather protect at least the captain so she can figure out WHAT THE HELL is going on and get a report to the Union about this guy. 

:'''{{#var:143|Haru (143)}} has posed:''' Well, that's kind of good that there are more holes being punched. Now Haru can see more earth! And when he can see it, he can bend it. And bend it he does, into a shield against that random firing. And positioning himself in front of the place that Rhapsody has started to retreat in will hopefully allow them to benefit at least a little from his shield as well. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' While everything else is going on, shooting and more wailing can be heard from farther in what remains of the ship. Sounds like the evacuation arrived, and unlike the ship's original crew, these are actual soldiers. Needless to say, most of the screaming is the Gremlynx finding this out first hand. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' The dragon watches his successful blast of the demon, only to see him turn around and redirect that energy back towards Terek. He braces his feet into the ground, expecting a physical attack, only to have the shots converge on him simultaniously, blasting into his chestplate and knocking him off of his feet. That sort of marksmanship should be impossible. It was all so chaotic and random, or so he would think. He wants to learn more, but there is a far more pressing matter of killing his target. While the battle between Tesla and the Union continues, the dragon picks himself back up. A quick scan of the bridge reveals that his prey has escaped. A major setback, to be sure. He rises back to his feet and the axe folds up and vanishes behind his back, only for him to emerge with a small silver box in his hand. This unfolds into a rifle-like configuration, which he aims at the digimon. Instead of firing a simple beam, however, it fires a massive scatter of beams, intent on hitting Beelzebumon and any direction he might try to evade to. But with his prey gone, and that strange female dragon as well, there's not much left for him here. He will fall back and regroup. Perhaps he will accompany the one who wanted to assist him, as she seemed interested in his crusade. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:''' No sooner does Beelzebumon land from his aerial display of bullshit gunmanship than he leaps back one more, this time to avoid the blast from the energy weapon. Several of the beams he deflects with two swift kicks of his feet, but there are just too many to fully dodge, so he gets blasted back into the outer hull of the bridge with a heavy thud. "Oof... okay, no more mister nice gu--" *CREEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAK* Then there is a sudden shriek of metal as the portion of the wall he's embedded in gives way, along with part of the bridge, seperating from the rest of the wreck, "Oh you FUCKEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeer...!" And with that, Beelzebumon and the broken part of the bridge drops away from the rest of the vessel and crash to the ground below. Somewhere far below, Beelzebumon's voice can be heard echoing, "Ow fuck that hurt!" 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Tesla Armadia sighs a bit at the gunfire going on, as what minions that can survive run back to her ship with whater junk they managed to scrap off the ship's remains. Fortunately scuppering the ship wasn't the primary reason to come out here and bother with it in the first place. "This ship isn't going to last much longer. I'd highly suggest a tactical withdrawl to continue your hunt another day." Just to add insult to the Demon Lord's injury, several of the Gremlynx exit the ship by jumping out of the hole his collision made and running down the pile of rubble back to Tesla's dropship. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:''' "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." goes Beelzebumon as several Gremlynx jump on his back. 

:'''{{#var:490|Terek Kinslayer (490)}} has posed:''' With the battle over, and the ship starting to give way, as well as the approaching reinforcements, Terek looks to Tesla at her suggestion that he withdraw. He nods his head, "A good suggestion. Perhaps we should withdraw. Do you have a ship? I can meet you on it and we can discuss your desire to help me." For now, the captain is free to escape with Haru and Rhapsody, as well as any surviving crew members. Terek will finish that one off someday. 

:'''{{#var:368|Tesla Armadia (368)}} has posed:''' Tesla Armadia pulls out an ID datacard and flicks it to the dragonic warrior. "Docking access to the carrier in orbit. We can discuss more once we're out of this hotbed location." She glances off in the direction where there's still sporatic bursts of gunfire. "Don't concern yourself with them, they're... expendable." She can just clone more off the prime specimen, after all. She turns and heads out of the wreckage to return to her own ship. 

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