Scene #7325: Spectre #1: Night Fever

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Gawain	Bellway, Ohio, is a lovely city in the middle of the Multiversal chaos known as the Quilt. It serves as a common transfer point for quite a few worlds, giving it a lot of traffic and making it a hotspot, even as airships take through the sky alongside massive literal passenger birds. The distress signal comes in fast and loud. There's a hot pursuit over a truck carrying medicine that is effective for a specific plague that's been hitting several worlds modern and not, and this shipment is incredibly value both monetarily and in the sense of making connections. So, obviously as you can see, the truck has been stolen. But, that's not a request for Elites, is it? The police have, or, well, had, the manner handled, as their hot-pursuit cars and helicopters moved over the streets, trying to stop the truck from getting to the nearby highway, where it'd eventually hit an area that the police of Bellway have no jurisdiction, and that has little love for getting them involved. It wasn't, at least, until the dark blue muscle-car appeared. Tinted windows, slick tires, and fast turns have it already catching up to the truck and the police. It's been doggedly pursuing them for several minutes now. The police tried to intercept it as one point, and it barrelled straight through, knocking a police car aside. The truck, as it pursued, started speeding up even faster, and at one point, the truck's passenger had drawn his gun and started firing wildly. This has completely escalated. The muscle car, being labelled as 'Blue', has no license plate, nobody's gotten a good look at the driver, and if they leave the city, the truck's as good as gone. If this is indeed Elite...well, it'd help to ascertain if Blue is friend or foe, and additionally, stop the truck in the process. Right now, the truck is driving through a part of downtown, making for the freeway. Blue is in hot pursuit, as are the police, who have started lagging behind. Civilian cars are juking out of the way, but in clear danger of the gunfire being targeted downwind, and any escalation. There's a barricade up ahead, but they don't know if it'll be enough. That's where you come in.
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone had been doing mostly lower-profile work for the Paladins. Or dealing with her own business back on her homeworld as of late. She was however quick to respond to this distress call. Given the nature of it, she wasn't moving on foot. Nor was she using the power armour she was prone to use when things got serious. She was on a motorcycle the Knight a model she'd designed and continued to update since she got her business going in the multiverse. She will send her Paladin ID to the local police and note she's there to help as her bike hits the road and she get iun on the chase. She's not sure about the muscle car though and for the moment the truck is also opening fire. She picks up speed, she has an idea about the truck, and a few plans. For the moment most of them are last resort as it could damage the goods she's hoping to save. So she's going to try to ID the blue car as she attempts to catchup with the Truk, there may be no plates. There could be other thing as she'll try to use her enhanced senses to try and get a look at the driver.
Corona Arclite	It had started out as just another day, joyriding test out some new modifications to a vehicle, when the distress call was picked up. You would think that might be a bit far off, but little can keep a determined rough rider from answer the call of the people. Also warpgates a a wonderful thing. A few hops between accesses was all it took to get from whatever corner of the Multiverse they had been in to Bellway. "Yeeha! Looks like we found ourselves the rodeo!" The whoop comes from the duster and goggle claid vixen leaning out of the reinforced rollcage of a buggy that looks more suited to drove off some dieselpunk wasteland than down a major freeway. Yet it is doing just fine catching up to the chase in progress, Corona giving a polite tip of her hat to one of the police cruisers as they rumble past. And there's a familiar cycle speeding through too. "Kotone, fancy seein' ya here... Though this is pro'ly yer sorta gig ain't it now." Corona can be all hotdogging mainly because she's not the one driving. Windrose is taking care of that, like a good sidekick. Just don't call her a sidekick, the skunkette might raise a stink. Literally. "I swear, you need to build a vehicle that doesn't stand out like a vampire bat in a juice bar." "Now where would be the fun of that if Ah can't show nuttin' off?", Corona retorted. " 'Sides. There was no time to go back fer something standardized, we'd missed the fun."
Mordred	A car chase normally wouldn't even register on Mordred's radar under most circumstances. They end too fast, too easily, and without anything particularly exciting most of the time. Even the reasons behind most of them aren't interesting enough for the knight to bother dedicating attention to the chase, and this one wouldn't be any different if not for the added wrinkles thanks to this 'Blue'. More specifically, its speed and power is what Mordred is after. As she hears the rush of cars speeding by, Mordred raises the side stand of the motorcycle she's seated on, slips the helmet on, then pulls out of the parking lot with a brief screech of rubber on concrete while the door to the diner behind her opens behind her with the sound of angry shouting. Naturally, she's speeding to join up with the car chase. She maneuvers through the streets easily enough, cutting corners and shifting her weight (as well as her sword's) through sharp turns, all while making sure to use the turn signals properly every step of the way. Ignoring 'Blue' for the time being, however, she focuses instead on catching up with the truck. "Hey! You got business with that blue car back there?!" She shouts through her helmet, perhaps not realizing how hard it might be to hear her through the wind and gunshots.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	There's a biker on the freeway. He's a mountain of a man. His mohawk, beard, skin and clothes are all green, though his eyes are red like a furious, charging wild animal. His bike is a thickly armored, futuristic craft, green with gold trim and motifs of hounds in pursuit. He's going way faster than the speed limit--probably the kind of speed that'd get the cops pissed off, were their hands not already hopelessly full. He takes the first exit into town, dust kicked up by the thrusters of his bike as he aggressively turns into the downtown district. Weaving in and out of traffic expertly, even where said traffic is stopped at red lights, Bercilak comes to the other end of the police barricade. His meaty hands push the throttle further, his heavy boots angling for the shift in weight that's to come. The bike lifts off of the ground at just the right moment, ramping over the barricade, the wash from the thrusters blowing hot air across the faces of those officers bold enough not to run for cover. He comes to a landing, then stops. Bercilak, his mucled, tattooed arms extended, lies in wait for his prey. The moment he sees the truck heading his way, his eyes affix to the driver's side, piercing in their intensity. He revs the engines, the thrusters belching blue flames behind him, the bike still locked in place by the pressure of his fingers upon the brake. He's playing chicken with the truck driver--daring the driver to either plow through him, or else succumb to nerve and veer off, there either to plow through the barricade or else find a different way. It's a test of his mark's will, administered before anything else.
Gawain	Corona and Kotone join the chase first. Kotone moves to take a look at the mysterious driver. His windows are tinted, but not so much you can't make him out with keen vision. The problem is, he's helmeted. Racing helmet, full face-obscuring visor, racing suit, and gloves. His motions are almost mechanical, but he's not a robot or anything. He's just so in the zone, so extremely skilled, like driving this car is second nature for him. Mordred joins the chase, her motorcycle rapidly pulling up towards the truck. As it progresses, she shouts towards them. She is indeed muffled, but can make something out herself, not directed at her. It's some sort of curse, full of fear, and it's probably not aimed at her. Bercilak moves to test the drivers. This is where things really get fun, as he parks in the middle of the road. The truck driver's eyes widen, but he can't brake, so he moves to rapidly veer away, towards the barricade. The barricade is likely to stop the truck, slowing the chase down immensely. Blue suddenly shifts gears, speeds up, and moves to slam straight into Bercilak. Why is unclear, until it seems that he's trying to veer Bercilak's bike straight into the barricade, in order to break it down either by hurtling it forward or just driving it there himself. Before one can get the thought that he's assisting the truck, however, a bullet flies at his windscreen... And is stopped stone-cold by the glass, bouncing into the street. Unless Bercilak misses the barricade, the chase is going to break out into the highway, losing the police and leaving this an Elite affair.
Mordred	Even with her face mostly obscured by the helmet, there's a distinct sense of 'well, you're useless' coming from Mordred's slight sag of her shoulders and singular shake of her head. With the truck driver no longer seeming particularly useful to her, she instead adjusts her motorcycle's speed to match that of Blue. Also, it gives her a convenient chance to see Bercilak in all his beefy glory. "Oi! Greeny! You raring to see what this guy can do, too?!" She sounds excited again as she speeds onwards, swerving her motorcycle to try bashing her vehicle into Blue. It's not a particularly hard bump nor one intended to throw it off the road, but simply to get the driver's attention. "Where you headed? Let's make it a race!" She challenges Blue's driver with little thought spared for the truck, simply glancing towards the driver and jerking a thumb back at her sword as though that might actually convey some kind of message to the truck driver. And then she pops a sick wheelie. Mordred holds it for a moment before slammingt he front of her motorcycle down, speeding up once more to try and leave Blue in the dust. Where she's going, she's not quite sure, and in retrospect? She probably should have waited for an answer firts, but it's a little too late to do that now.
Kotone Yamakawa	The driver of the Muscle car can be made out through the windows. The problem for Kotone is the driver took some extra layers to hide their identity. Namely wearing a full racing helmet and racing suit. Gloves and everything else. They are not a robot but Kotone can tell this driver is a very experienced and skilled one from how he moves. So whoever this driver is? They are a pro and have taken measures to keep themselves unknown. She also picks up more people are joining in on the chase she takes note of Mordred joining it. A Servant, this just got either a lot better or a whole lot worse. As to which she has no idea at the moment. Bercilak ends up in a tight space with Blue. She also sees that as the ensuing aggressive driving, that car has a windscreen that can take a bullet. With Mordred's actions on Blue? She's going to focus on going after the truck, she'll pick up speed trying to get in closer while Blue is now being kept busy by both Bercilak and Mordred. If she can catch up? She can engage in the next part of her plan.
Corona Arclite	"Shit!" Windrose has to crank hard to one side herself as 'Blue' abruptly roars ahead, leaving cops scattering in the wake as she's forced to veer off so Kotone doesn't get caught between the vehicles. The opposite of the buggy kicks up on the roadside pavement, but the large wheels and independant suspension handle it easily. "That's crazier driving than you!" "Oh don't act like y'all don't get a thrill from it," Corona retorts as she drops down in her seat, and kicks the glove box to open it. Actual gloves and an old roadmap fall out, but only because they're shoved free by the assortment of control panels that extend and unfold from the compartment as well. Even in the ruckus of the loud roadway around them her finely tuned ears flick forward to pick out the sound of gunfire. Okay then. "Just keep on their tailpipes." "And what if they get on the multiversal highway?", Windrose mutters as she veers back onto the roar proper, the buggy having little issue with any other debris now littering the roadway. "Then we ain't got the coppers gettin' in the way," Corona replies with a smirk, then flicks down her goggles. The lenses light up as they sync with something and she grabs a control stick amongst the controls. There's a mechanical CHNNK from the back of the buggy followed by the buzz of rotors as a drone deploys, and Corona maneuvers it over the chase ahead.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	A bellowing, mocking laugh erupts from the man on the hoverbike, at the sight of the truck driver's fear. "Ha!" He answers Mordred, yelling loud enough to be heard over the din of motors and engines and squealing tires. "I shall anon, for yon COUARD durst not face me--" His insult to the truck driver is cut off not long after his callused, sausage-like finger is thrust mockingly at the truck driver. It's cut off, because Blue rams him straight through the barricade. Metal, glass and plastic crunch and snap as his bike and body are rammed together through the police barricade. He is knocked from his steed, thrown bodily through the window of a cruiser, out through the opposite side. Blue's car knocks his riderless bike aside without him to halt its movement through some degree of ridership or strength. When the muscle car plows through the barricade, Bercilak is prone upon the ground. BUMP-CRACK-BUMP. The car shatters his spine and breaks his neck as it passes over him, a bloody tire track pressed into his back from where bones broke through skin. In but a few seconds, Blue has gained a sizeable lead on the Green Knight. In defiance of what just happened, he stirs. More than that, Bercilak stands, his head turned at an unnatural angle, his neck sporting the tell-tale grisly bulge of a bone woefully out of place. In seconds, his head snaps back into place, and the print on his coat is merely a stain. "Thou art in wantsum of this wretched pulfrour, I trow," he says with a grin. His boot plows into the wrecked barricade, knocking the mangled cars off of his bike as if they were nothing but bothersome luggage. He hefts the bike upright and sets it down properly with a chuckle. "Let us then espy hou-ever much." He's not interested in the thief--as soon as the chase tires him, it should be easy to deal with him. But Blue--he clearly wants either to take the driver for himself, to stretch out the chase in order to terrify him, or perhaps both. Fine, then. He'll see just how much Blue wants the chase--by harrying him the whole way through. He sits astride the bike once more, only this time, thick green armor made from space-age alloys begins to form over his body, culminating in a horned helmet with a black T visor and a mantle and cloak of leaves. He's just about to give it the gas when he remembers something very important. His tunes. (His Tunes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=waR64PqQKBo ) With music fitly playing, Bercilak takes off. It takes him some time to catch up with Blue. Perhaps he even takes his time, just to savor the chase. When he meets the driver again, he begins not trying to stop the truck, but testing Blue's skill. The first thing he does is tailgate him deliberately, obstructing his rear view mirror--and should he attempt a brake check, Bercilak is entirely ready to leap the bike over the muscle car. In the rare chance that Blue doesn't think to look in the mirror, Bercilak raps the flat of a gigantic bearded axe on the trunk.
Gawain	The barricade is completely crushed by Bercilak and his bike. The truck keeps ahead, gaining speed, while the police start to pull back, besides a helicopter going as far as it can. Mordred slams her bike into Blue's car. The car is tough, but it still veers a little. He responds by bashing back, and then when Mordred moves to pull ahead... He just ignores her, and goes for the truck. Corona's fired out a drone, which he's ignoring, allowing it to maneuver wherever necessary, while Kotone manages to catch up. Bercilak speeds up, and starts tailgating him. All it'd take is a brakecheck to kill the annoyance. Blue suddenly veers, straight towards the truck, and moves to slam into it. This wouldn't stop the truck, but would certainly stop an average muscle-car. Instead of stopping it, however, the car keeps going, and the truck rattles. The driver shouts, able to be picked up by keen ears. "That car shouldn't be here! He's supposed to be dead!" The truck moves to speed up faster, towards Mordred up ahead, as Blue basically tunes out everyone else in an attempt to find out what to do. There's a railing up ahead, clear in sight. There's an interchange a while up, too, which can be seen on any maps one may possess. As the truck approaches the railing, Blue suddenly slows down and shifts gear, but it's to get behind the truck, not to get rid of Bercilak. If nobody stops him, Blue is going to ram that truck straight into the railing.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	Bercilak pulls the bike into a jump rather than slow down, the heavy conveyance gliding harmlessly over the car, though the rear thruster does come dangerously close to the windshield. Upon lowering back down to the ground, Bercilak speeds up, axe lifted high as he pulls up to the opposite side of the truck from Blue. The mysterious driver is entirely focused on the truck. So be it. He can save the medicine, and keep the hunt going, in one stroke of his axe. Lining up next to the trailer, he lowers the axe, letting its weight serve to slide the handle to a more suitable position, the blade now perilously close to the speeding asphalt below. With a stroke of his arm, the axe's head is woven masterfully between the trailer and the fifth wheel coupling, severing the hitch without so much as nicking the wheels or the cabin. "Thy labourage grows yet noiceous by the stroke of mine axe!" He wasn't going to not save the medicine--especially not with that guard rail coming up. But without the trailer, the cab ought to be a measure more maneuverable--not great, but it's better to be approaching a guard rail without all that extra weight. Bercilak wants Blue to know it, too--the man's got a set of lungs on him. And, he's also got a decent grasp of hand gestures, keeping the bike steady with his axe arm as he cuts to the previous side, making a particular gesture with his free hand.
Mordred	The return bash gives Mordred entirely the wrtong idea, spurring her to speed up and... Wait. Where's the Blue car? Looking behind herself finally, Mordred grimaces slightly as she realizes that the muscle car's driver has absolutely no interest in the race at all! With the driver's interest focused on that truck, though, Mordred starts to formulate A PLAN as the truck driver raises more questions about the mystery vehicle than are answered. "Don't lose your head again, Bercilak! There's still more fun to have with whoever this is!" The white-ish knight doesn't let the initial snub get on her nerves as she spins her motorcycle around to face the muscle car directly, drifting backwards as the truck passes by her by mere inches. She draws Clarent from her back finally, holding it sideways directly in the muscle car's path. Spinning it once overhead, Mordred raises the blade upwards, poised to swing it at the muscle car. Strangely enough, though, she's not swinging it horizontally. Instead, she swings it straight downwards like a ticket booth's barrier, almost as if she's challenging the driver to overcome the obstacle instead of trying to just kill the driver whom the truck driver said should already be dead. "You can do better than this, can't ya? Show me what you got!"
Corona Arclite	With the drone in the air Corona has a better view of the overall chase, as well as the road a good stretch ahead of them, all on the HUD displayed within her goggles. Several critical details ping up, including the now armored muscular motorbiker, and highway railing ahead. Not that the fancy tech is really needed to guess what Blue intends to do when he downshifts to pull in behind the truck. "He's gonna force 'em off the road, railin' or not." "Is he crazy?" Windrose retorts. "If he ruins the medicine inside, this whole fiasco is for nuttin' but wasted gas!" "Ain't that t'truth." Corona flicks a couple of switchs on the control rig with one hand while still managing the stick with the other. "Just gonna have to stop 'em first." She buzzes the drone over the truck, down in front of it. The drone swivels midair.... and deploys an underbelly gun. With time not on their side Corona doesn't bother with precision aim, just squeezing the trigger and opening fire on the front of the truck with loud mechanical fury! splat splat splat splat But it's nothing but paintballs actually being shot. Corona is aiming more to startle the driver into veering so he doesn't crash headlong into that railing and destroy the cargo. Which might be easier to do when said cargo is cut loose, anyways.
Kotone Yamakawa	So this is how things are going to go. Bercilak proves their skills to not get knocked out of this chase. Mordred is also getting in on things with Blue. The drone is spotted by Kotone and wait she knows that style of tech. <<Corona?! What's your plan>> She had some idea a more direct idea was her approach however she soon sees what Corona is doing and she'll gun it. She adjusts her plan to see if she can make sure of what Corona is doing. While she's now moving to get into position she'll check to how modern by her world's standards is this truck? Are there any computer systems she could remote into on it? Failing that she has other plans but she needs to see how the driver reacts to Corona's action first. <<If I can get on to the truck. I have a plan.>>
Gawain	Bercilak flips off the driver as he moves to sever the truck's cargo. Blue clearly notices through the window, but barely reacts. Instead, as the bed falls off, he veers out of the way of it, showing that the cargo was never, ever his focus. It was the criminals. Mordred brings down her sword. The driver considers what to do - drive straight through it? No... Instead, he suddenly shifts to the side, and drifts straight around Mordred's blade, as it clips one of the mirrors. The muscle car is turned around, facing backwards. With the truck's speed, and the muscle car's inevitable slowdown, this should be over, right? Corona shoots paintballs, which cause a problem. While the truck is veering out of the way, it's now much faster than it expected to be, and that makes the control a bit different. It narrowly avoids hitting the railing, but is veering out of control, and might over-turn. This gives Blue enough time to catch up driving backwards. Instead of turning around, he takes the time to lift a hand from the wheel, take two fingers, and make the 'I'm watching you' gesture. And then, finally, does he veer back around, moving to try and get that truck driver. The cab of the car is much more fragile without cargo, after all...! Kotone wants to get on the truck, but it's just a cab now, so that's not going to work very well. There's a navigation computer she might be able to hack into, but they're clearly not using it, so it'd depend on how she wants to use it - to send a message, or to distract them, or what.At the moment, Blue is about to ram the cab. It's clear what he wants as soon as he reaches max speed. He's going to murder the drivers.
Corona Arclite	<<Keepin' em from wreckin' the goods,>> Corona briefly buzzes back to Kotone. Not entirely what she intended, but as far as Corona is concerned it's a fine outcome in the end. The drone continues to follow the chase and observe, but it's left on an autopilot for the moment as Corona flicks up the HUD lenses from her goggles. "Be ready," she tells her partner as she grabs one of the larger levers and pulls down on it. A grappling winch fires from under the front bullbars of the buggy, aimed to grab the back of the now free cargo bed. "Now!" Windrose slams on the brakes, lets it drag a bit to slow down, and then yanks hard on the shifter to put the vehicle in reverse and stomp back down on the gas. Both gals are rocked in their seats a bit, but this is a familiar maneuver. The point is keeping the cargo from going off the edge of the highway or anywhere else dangerous.
Mordred	It's not quite the daredevil charge-straight-through Mordred was hoping for, but it's still better than just avoiding her outright. "Hah! Three points." Mordred shouts out as she shoulders the blade once more, twisting herself to spin the motorcycle around and face forwards once more. She narrowly avoids slamming into the escaping cargo bed in the process, taking note of the muscle car's driver continuing to pursue the drivers of the truck cab. And then she just starts laughing uproariously. "It's so freaking stumpy!" Mordred laughs and laughs and laughs, and then she abruptly stops as she kicks the motorcycle's speed up once again. Instead of chasing after Blue or trying to stop him, though, her target is instead the truck cab once more. Perhaps fortunately, though, she does't try to stop the cab or attack the drivers despite still holding the silver sword against her shoulder. Instead, Mordred speeds up until she's just along the driver's side of the cab, then spins her motorcycle around again to drift backwards while reaching out to grab onto the driver's side door. Not to open it or anything, of course. No, she just wants it to pull her and the motorcycle along while she gestures at the driver to roll down the window. Her other hand holds the sword forward, poised to thrust it forcefully with red lightning crackling around the weapon should Blue get too close to Mordred's stabbing radius. If the truck driver rolls down that window, she speaks! "So tell me! What'd you do to get this guy so pissed at you? Speak up, and I might get him off your back!" She shouts once again, although it almost seems like she's projecting her voice enough so that even Blue can hear in order to provoke him rather than just trying to get an answer out of the truck driver.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	Behind his helmet, Bercilak grins. That's what he wants! As Corona and Windrose take to securing the cargo, Bercilak shoulders his axe, and with his driving hand, squeezes the brake as hard as he's able, shifting his weight forward. The result is exactly what you'd expect--he's thrown forward, off of the bike and into the air. As he sails through the air, he lifts the axe above his head with both arms. Right when he's about to land, the Green Knight slams the blade into the asphalt. Beneath his great strength, a fissure is hewn into the road, creating a split between Blue and the cab of the truck. Wrenching the axe from the earth and standing up straight, he shoulders it, nodding to Mordred after giving her a brief warning: hold onto that carriage, because the fissure isn't the only thing that's coming. Asphalt crumbles as microscopic nanites slowly alter its structure into something else. Something conducive to growth. A tree sprouts from the fissure, growing great and tall with alarming rapidity. The cab is carried up in its thick boughs, resting snugly in a cradle of branches as if they grew specifically to hold the vehicle. If Kotone is still atop it, she'll likely be carried up, too, but Bercilak's intent is to make Blue work harder for his prey. "Thy ouen-wille be done, yon couart be slain," calls Bercilak to Blue. "Yet cannst thou show the measure of thy voillaunce? Make plain to me the strength of thy will, rider! Wilt thou climb the boughs thither, or buffet the tree unhalved with thy conveyance?"
Kotone Yamakawa	<<I hear you now we got to worry about the driver. I need them for questioning. I hope you understand that.>> She has a call to make get the perps or make sure the supplies are safely recovered and it looks like Corona could use some help. Also, she does not want to get mixed up in the middle with Bercilak and Mordred. She veers back from her plan to mess with the computer right now. Also that Bercilak requested they split up to deal with these problems. She's going to take a risk and trust him on that as she pulls her bike back to help Corona with getting the cargo under control. She'll move to also bring her bike in to use what she can of its mass getting up close with the cargo to help keep it under control but this could be a fairly big risk. Then again she's a cyborg and sees most of her injuries in the line of duty as better meh who can be fixed than someone else be maimed.
Gawain	The group splits into two. Corona and Kotone move to stop the cargo, which is a ways away by now, so they'll need to slow it down and recover it. Corona's devices help, and Kotone's aid can make sure it's safe inside. Mordred forces the truck drivers to roll down their window. When asked the question, they're just panicking. "That's- that's a ghost! A ghost! He's supposed to be at the bottom of the Hudson, not..." They're not saying it directly, but 'what they did to wrong him' is pretty clear. The tree lifts the truck cab into the air. Blue stops. For a moment, Bercilak might think he's given up. Failed the test. No, he's just preparing to rev. The muscle car full-bore rams ahead, moving to slam straight into the tree, knock it over, and fuck up his car. This is the first sign of real damage besides what Mordred did to the mirror - the car's not invincible, it seems. The engine isn't destroyed like it should be by hitting a tree that fast, but the windshield cracks open, the car's lightly smoking, and Blue is apparently thrown out into the smoke. On the other hand, the tree collapses unless Bercilak strengthens it. The cab is over-turned, throwing the truck's passengers onto the ground, injured. By the time the smoke clears, Blue is there, mysteriously unharmed, holding a tire iron in one hand and rapping it against the other. The smoke forms in the air. It's an eerie sign, definitely occult. TWO DOWN, THREE TO GO Mordred has only a few moments to interfere before Blue moves to bludgeon the men to death. It's up to her whether or not she gets involved.
Corona Arclite	As much as she enjoys a good car chase and some frontier justice Corona realizes that the medicine needed across the Multiverse is a lot more important right now. At least they've got it reasonably under control, and as far as possible from the end of the pursuit of the truck. Keep it out of harms way. "See, now ain't y'all glad we just came with the buggy? Wouldn't of had the horsepower to pull that trailer to a stop otherwise." "Well.. it is more fun to drive, anyways," Windrose admits. "Still not the same thrill as flying though." Corona leaned out of the window and held a hand up to help project her voice. "Yo, Koto! See iffen ya can find any indicator where they hijacked this from in the first place!"
Mordred	"That so? Geez. You guys really suck at killing people." Mordred laughs again even as she's lifted into the air by the tree lifting the truck cab, dangling off the door and letting the motorcycle careen off into the semi-far distance. She watches the muscle car and Bercilak closely, her curiosity getting the better of her as she just keeps holding onto the driver's side door to experience what it's like holding onto a truck that's being held up by a tree that's getting hit by a gohstly muscle car. It's certainly a unique feeling. She makes no effort to catch the truck's passengers as they're thrown out, dropping nearby with a graceful thunk of her boots on the ground. As the Blue approaches the passengers, Mordred steps between them with her sword held in an underhanded grip, holding it towards Blue. She won't make the first move, but she's poised to use Clarent to try deflecting his attempts to beat their heads in! For now, anyway. "Hey. Tell me, what were you planning to do with the..." Mordred already forgot what was in the truck. Furniture? Weapons? "... Medicine? And how'd you even get the stuff?" Perhaps tellingly, though, Mordred only stays in place to find out if they'll answer the first question. If they answer the second one, she's already moving out of the way about halfway through the first sentence to let Blue do what he will.
Kotone Yamakawa	Kotone Yamakawa made a call she'll stand by it as she'll move to maker sure the cargo is safe it's not moving anymore. Given the need for medical supplies? A lot of people could have died if the thieves had gotten away with it. She brings her bike to a full-on stop, a quick bit of radio chatter with Modred ensues. It seems to be worked out in short order as well, good. She can focus on things here, or so she hopes. With the cargo stopped? She'll get to investigate the cargo. There should be some sign of where they got it from right? The cargo should have labelling and identification on it somewhere. She'll also be looking to make sure it appears to be intact.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	Bercilak watches silently, shifting the axe upon his shoulder. There is a moment, where he thinks the driver might have given up--failed the test of will. In the near darkness of his helmet, his smiling face is illuminated by the electronic displays of his visor. Good. Bercilak pointedly does not strengthen the tree. Blue wants revenge at any cost--and any punishment he'd offer seems more than fair, considering they're not just thieves of medicine, but attempted murderers as well. "Loenge unto thee, rider in conveyance blue!" He calls to the rider, watching as he circles around with that tire iron. "Thou shalt have no further distolance from me, this day--requite these couarts as thou wilt, reserved if these among us would take thy prize as their own." He won't interfere any further, but he doesn't speak for anyone else. His next words aren't spoken loud enough for the driver to hear. Instead, he turns and makes for his bike, gladly thinking aloud. "Peraventure mete we again, i'faith I hope he shalt aue me as muchly as todai." He's impressed by the resolve, and comfortable allowing him to extract his revenge, just this once. "Yet noiceous shall be the test persequent, in greater measure by far--not will and skill ene, but attemprenance als." His chuckle is drowned out by the roar of his bike's thruster. He's gone, before long, not bothering to clean up the tree in the highway. Come on. You'd have to be blind not to see that.
Gawain	The medicine is exactly what they're looking for - no containers are gone. It seems to have been hijacked at the warehouse while it was loaded, and the police will confirm that. Mordred gets her answers from the desperate men. "We w-were just the deliverymen for the boss! It was the mob's plan, we swear! The other team brought it to us, we-" Blue is pursuing. Mordred's walking away, so he doesn't have to fight. The screams of bloody murder echo out behind her, and once their bodies are limp, the blood-soaked tire iron is returned to his side, as the driver returns to his smoking car. The Blue Spectre drives away. Two down, three to go.