Spiral Knights - Clockwork Heroes RP [gameplay]

Clockwork Heroes RP [gameplay]

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Sat, 05/30/2015 - 03:24

#101

Kaijuhunter

Enragement child

"An accurate assessment, Filia," Cherub replied. "Diversity is probably best. You never know what you'll encounter out there in the wild. That's not to say there isn't a place for specialization, though, and I plan to fill that place. For that, I'll need your help."

Filia had some slight inkling of what purpose she'd be suited to fulfilling on the team. Nobody was as good a shot as her, and they certainly didn't have the range she did. Scouting was something she'd both be adept in and enjoy, seeing as how she was such a skilled Hunter. She'd developed a leather tread over the years, able to walk through dense underbrush without so much as a crunch of even one leaf.

Then again, overwatch would be rather fun. But that was contingent on there being vantage points...

As Filia pondered silently, Cherub turned to Ragnir. "Which is where I answer your question. This 'wild' I mentioned is the planet we're landing on. I don't have any briefing on it yet, so I unfortunately can't tell you much about it. What I can tell you is precisely that: we have no idea what we're facing. Expect the unexpected, if that's even possible."

Turning to address the Valkyrie, Cherub continued, "So yes, Mundy, Ozlo should be contacting me any minute now. I wonder why he's not. What's keeping him?"
As if right on cue, the ship shuddered again. Then a computerized voice spoke on the intercoms:

Skyla, report to the bridge immediately. Skyla, report to the bridge immediately. All turret gunners: return to your posts. All turret gunners: return to your posts.

Just under a hundred knights started shuffling through the mess hall toward the double-doors. Cherub stood up to follow them. "I need to pay Ozlo a visit and see what's up. Skyla, you're with me. Serah, I'm counting on you. I think it's safe to say we'll be in harm's way pretty soon." A cheeky grin spread along Filia's face- she loved danger and excitement.

Serah nodded and turned to the others. "All right everyone, follow me to the armory. Square your shoulders and no slouching. March!" She stood up and began her march toward the other end of the mess hall. Filia abruptly assumed a marching position, hands at her sides, and began to walk, all her childish movements replaced with poise and elegance. From what she'd gathered, they'd be arriving on their target planet any day now.

Sat, 05/30/2015 - 08:30

#102

Magmaul-Ace

Knew it, asking about that would trigger the crash sequence.

"...yes, Mundy, Ozlo should be contacting me any minute now. I wonder why he's not. What's keeping him?"

An computerized voice came to awser that question:
Skyla, report to the bridge immediately. Skyla, report to the bridge immediately. All turret gunners: return to your posts. All turret gunners: return to your posts.
About a hundred knights shuffling from their chairs and out of the Mess Hall meant that Chael and Rad's places where uncertain now, but at least the last question was awnsered.

The Skylark's being attacked!

Cherub picked Skyla and started heading towards the bridge, along with any of the newly-formed "Mess Team" that was eager to follow him.
"All right everyone, follow me to the armory. Square your shoulders and no slouching. March!" said Serah. Mundy followed.

Sat, 05/30/2015 - 11:55

#103

Thinslayer

Control Room & Armory

There were numerous armories around the Skylark. Serah picked one near the mess hall. They marched inside where they wordlessly picked up ammunition for their weapons, food and supplies, and various tools. A few of the arsenal stations contained combat equipment of any value, mostly Cobalt gear and the occasional Brandish or Haze Bomb.

Serah summoned her Ascended Calibur from a warp portal and slung her Mighty Defender over her back. She then picked out a few haze bombs and tossed them to Mundy, followed by a vial bandolier with a set of elemental vials. A few blast bombs found their way onto her baldric before she felt ready to move on.

Her heart dropped into her stomach as she watched the knights arm themselves. Like Cherub said, they had no idea what they were getting themselves into. And the inexplicable shuddering of the ship left her mystified. She hated this utter lack of intel. That was how people died. There were good people under her command; not one of them was disposable.

Nobody's dying under my watch today. Serah whisked herself out of the armory and back into the mess hall, unable to continue watching them with such thoughts tormenting her mind.

She folded her arms and brought them close.
__________________

Cherub turned to Skyla, or where she would be if she were there. "Hey, so what do you- Skyla?" He twisted around and glanced about for her, and finding nothing, picked up his com unit just in time to hear her dutifully inform him that she was coming as directed. He could only chuckle at his own obliviousness. Tor, however, had followed him, and attempted to speak to Skyla as well, only to find exactly the same thing Cherub did.

"Welp, just you and me then," Cherub quipped to Tor. They followed the marked pathways until they reached the bridge, and entered with Skyla right on their heels.

Ozlo was leaning forward on folded hands with his elbows braced against his knees. His brows were furrowed and wrinkled, the gears of his mind turning as they analyzed their ever-mystifying situation. He hadn't even noticed Cherub, Skyla, and Tor enter the room until the helmsman pointed it out to him.

"Just in time, Lieutenant," Ozlo murmured. "The hull's been breached. Twice. And I still haven't the faintest idea what's causing it. I sent a couple knights down to the affected areas to investigate, but they haven't come back. I fear the worst. If their systems are still functional, it may be possible to hijack them and see what's going on. That's where you come in, Skyla. I need to you take care of that and tell me what you see. Can you do that?"

Sat, 05/30/2015 - 12:27

#104

Liminori

I fear the worst. . .

I shifted uncomfortorably, and nodded. "Yes sir."
>Scanning all intel for "Inactive"
7/13001 Inactive.
>View Inactive.
Error; firewall.
Weakness found; AV7O8
>/breach AV7O8.
Acess granted, viewing inactive.

Sat, 05/30/2015 - 12:40

#105

Feline-Grenadier

Serah could hear, and if she was focusing, could perhaps even feel the air shift around as Aralon sat across from her on another seat. It appears she's already been armored ever since she first got out.

"Got something on your mind, sir?" she asks as she leans back.

Sat, 05/30/2015 - 18:40

#106

Noel-Exside

Titan

Titan watched as Serah marched off with the entire table, but took his own initiative as he saw Cherub, Skyla, and Tor move toward the bridge. Titan stood up, and vanished into the crowd, moving in toward the bridge.

As the masses shuffled at a snail's pace, Titan ascended the stairs to the bridge, and peered in through a port window on the door. Cherub, Skyla, and Tor seemed to be speaking with the captain, and behind them, Titan could see a projection of the ship itself, and two red markers blinking on the side of the hull. They had a traced projection of their origin spots, and it seemed they had come from...behind the ship? But as he kept looking, he noticed that a few other projections of debris floating near the ship, they all seemed to be moving toward...

The small planet. Which would be impossible, the planet didn't have near that projected density for its size, the ship would have detected it by then. And then he noticed that it was only pulling in the direction of the ship, the debris around it not being pulled in...

Titan backed away from the door, and moved down the hallway, down the stairs, and toward the armory. The ship gave a slight shudder, but he stood firm as he walked briskly down the hallway. This explained how the turret gunners were needed to eliminate further debris from penetrating the hull, but how could a planet reach out?

He thought of his dreams, the darkness that had a thousand arms...but weren't those just dreams?

He had to be alone.

Sat, 05/30/2015 - 21:45

#107

Magmaul-Ace

Mundy: Skylark Under Attack.

As Serah and Co. walked to the armory, a tought crossed Mundy's mind. We're allready geared, what else are we picking from the armory?
Once there however, the answer was obvious. Pick up more gear.

Food, ammo, ordinances, some Haze bombs and a bandolier of elemental vials. The last two being tossed at him from Serah, and complicating even more the placement of the various tools across his suit.

"this is temporary, this is temporary...." Mundy whispered to himself, as Serah walked out of the armory. He could notice that she was looking pretty worried, but that worry wasnt individual. They are heading to a planet never touched before, to do the work that researchers and specialists from the highest ranks should be doing. People are going to die down there.

Mundy reorganized his gear, putting the bandolier around his chest and replacing the vials with Haze Bombs. Unshuffling a militarial Duffle bag and separating the food, supplies and vials carefully, Vakarian realizes something.
"Hey, Chael. I think I heard you were a bomber, right? You could make more use of these than me." Mundy says while handing out his haze bombs and putting them on one of the chairs;
"Fiery , Freezing and Haze. Pick two".

After going back to his bag, he compliments:
"And dont refuse them."

(Remember that only Serah exited the armory yet.)

Sat, 05/30/2015 - 22:02

#108

Thinslayer

It's Storytime.

As Skyla listened to the transmissions, she heard knights chatting.
"Ready?" "Ready as I'll ever be." "Bust it open." *hiss* *odd screams* *gunfire* "Aliens! Call for backup!" "I can't- get- my com unit! Let me get this guy..." "Get away from that one! No! Tim! D*** you all! D*** you all to h***!!" *unintelligible alien chatter* "Ugh! Tim! Open your eyes! I can't do this alone!" *alien laughter* "Ozlo...if you can hear this...get us outta here. This place is hell." *static*

Silence.

Once Skyla repeated the information to Ozlo, he glanced up at her. "Well then. We've been boarded. Lieutenant?"
Cherub saluted. "On it. Skyla, I'm gonna need your assistance again, this time in analyzing our enemies once we encounter them. Can I count on it?"
__________

As Serah stood outside, something told her that someone had joined her. "Got something on your mind, sir?" Aralon asked. Serah exhaled and shut her eyes. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath. "Yeah," she said at last, her voice peppered and dry.

"I'm scared."

She lifted her eyes to meet Aralon's. "To be quite frank, I've never led a squad before. I mean, I've been a member of one before, but never a leader. Not designated, at least. I don't mean to imply I can't lead, but- oh crud, this is coming out all wrong. I'm not incompetent, I swear, it's just...I'm just...apprehensive is all. I don't know how Cherub can be all suave about not knowing anything about where we're going. Back on Isora, I knew the place like the back of my hand. Here...I haven't the faintest clue."

"I know you're scared too. Anyone who says they're not is either a psychopath or a liar. For what it's worth, it's my job to be scared for you so you don't have to be. Sucky job, huh?" she added with a halting chuckle.

It occurred to her that telling her subordinates she was scared probably wasn't the brightest idea she ever had.

Oh man, I'm already sucking at being squad leader...

Sun, 05/31/2015 - 03:03

#109

Magmaul-Ace

CONFIDENCE.....eh.

" With upmost respect, I'm not familiar to how cooled Cherub is, ma'am. We should be worried about this mission."

Almost scaring both of the knight-ladies, Vakarian walked trough the Mess Hall's door. Duffle Bag in his back, Binoculars around the neck, the bandolier strapped like a belt with only two bombs in it, and already with his Antique Magnus in hands.

" The gunnery chiefs were allready deployed to the batteries, but I'm not hearing any fire. This implicates something other than a pirate attack......."

"About your worries towards lack of squad command experience.........."

Mundy stares akwardly at the floor, looking for something to say, then proceeds to talk very firmly:

" For now, keep the squad safe, make sure it gets the job done, and in the meanwhile I'll keep your back covered."

Sat, 05/30/2015 - 22:44

#110

Feline-Grenadier

"Sir, what then do you think of the Morai?" Aralon asks as she tilts her head. She holds out her hand, and grips empty air as she tries out her grip.

"Even now, I still know relatively little about them, but...I...well, it's hard to be scared, for me. When I went back to my neighborhood, it was nothing more than a sinkhole blocked off by sandbags, concrete, and rebars to cage in about a dozen or so children. Only one survived, but without her lower jaw. Even then, she died of blood loss some time later. That was my last of sixty missions."

She scoffs at herself and leans back.

"...sorry, sir, that was a little too personal. I'd like to think that if you answered it, I'd firmly disagree with you regardless of the outcome. I think my question is, as a Guardian to her flock, what are you afraid of losing at this point? Can I help you help us?"

Sat, 05/30/2015 - 22:55

#111

Liminori

Chocolate Fudge. . .

As I listened to the transmissions, I unwittingly had my hand gripped firmly onto the handle of my Falchion- Enough force for me to have to pry my hand loose from the grip.
"Skyla, I'm gonna need your asistance again, this time in analyzing our enemies once we encounter them. Can I count on it?"
Of course, I would do exactly that.
"Of course, Sir."
In afterthought, I added, "Don't expect me to hang back in safety- I will bring the fight to them." With a resolute determination.
It's better they know what I plan to do, to prevent confusion, and uneeded anguish.

Sat, 05/30/2015 - 23:36

#112

Kaijuhunter

Filia obediently marched into the armory and grabbed several magazines, ranging from incendiary to Full Metal Jacket. A few Knights Gave her irritated sidelong glances, thinking her greedy for taking all the ammo, but not a single other sniper was in sight, meaning Filia had dibs. As everyone returned to the mess hall to await orders, Filia overheard Aralon and Serah speaking. It was a rather deep conversation, not between officer and underling, but between two scared Knights. She decided not to interfere, but then remembered seeing Skyla, Cherub, and a few others head towards the bridge. Here was still one thing she needed...

"-I will bring the fight to them." Filia heard the android say as she drew closer to the bridge. Without warning, she stormed onto the bridge and ran up to Skyla, disregarding the others and their shocked expressions. "I forgot to do this earlier, but you said I could!" Wordlessly, she pulled up several lines of code on her HUD and began working, fiddling with something on the back of Skyla's neck. Ozlo interceded, "Sergeant, what exact are you doing? The ship is under attack, and we've been boarded by hostiles! This is no time for foolish endeavors!"

After a moment, the girl finished her work and replied, "I just needed to do something. My apologies for the suddenness, sir. Skyla, do you have access to my HUD now?"

Sun, 05/31/2015 - 00:33

#113

Liminori

EAUGH

I shuddered as Filia started tampering with my hardware suddenly, violating my neck.
At the very least, it's just the neck. . .
To prevent the connection from being two way, I stood there for a minute, using all my concentration to block any unessacary outgoing signals.
After a while, I opened my eyes, and very rudely and abruptly said, "Yes, but that was uncalled for, Filia. Let's get a move on."
"̶A̶l̶s̶o̶,̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶g̶u̶n̶'̶s̶ ̶j̶a̶m̶m̶e̶d̶.̶"̶

Sun, 05/31/2015 - 00:05

#114

Spirals-Ore

Meeeep

Serah did not answer his question. She seems to be busy and too focused on the safety of the crew. It is understandable, but it still hurts to be ignored. Chael sighed, his mouth fromed a slight frown. Before long, the group has arrived on the armory. Upon the walls of the room, lies tons of swords and equipment. The gear that stands up the most to him was the haze bombs in the walls. He picked up about 5 of them, and stored it in his orange backpack.

Nope, five is not enough..

Then he feasted on the bomb and stored about 10 more in his pack. The bomb varies in type, as a frontline bomber, it is important to have each type of bombs to counter each situation.

"I could take this right?" He anounced, asking after he tooked the bombs. Without waiting for an answer, he walked up to grab another gear. A brandish, it's not his style, but a close range backup is not so bad to have.

"Hey, Chael. I think I heard you were a bomber, right? You could make more use of these than me." Mundy says while handing out his haze bombs and putting them on one of the chairs;
"Fiery , Freezing and Haze. Pick two".

"I could take even more? This is my lucky day..." He picked the the Feiry and Freezing haze bombs, which has the same status of his firecracker and coldsnap.

(( @ I typed this in the morning, and edited it after. Sorry if it's confusing ))
((@Thin What kind of haze bomb is there? You did not mention the type...))

Sun, 05/31/2015 - 06:00

#115

Archemiday-Thebard

Jason followed nervously behind Serah to the armory. When they got there, he grabbed his bomb and gun. His lute had been on his back the whole time, so he had no need to get it. While, he wasn't as scared as one might expect, always being nervous and all, he was still as scared as everyone else. Despite Serah's rather demotivating speech about how she was scared, it slightly comforted Jason to know that someone else had felt the same as him.

Sun, 05/31/2015 - 09:03

#116

Doctorspacebar

Ragnir carried his weapons with him- especially his shield. Still, he'd followed Serah to the armory. Then he heard that their ship was under attack.

"Son of a... why's everyone in the galaxy gotta be territorial?!" Ragnir watched Chael pick up a set of haze bombs. "Hoy, you're a bomber? All right. Stick with us, and I'll wipe out anything fool enough to attack us through the mist!"

Why would they be attacked? Doesn't matter. I'll send 'em howling from our ship!

Sun, 05/31/2015 - 12:17

#117

Noel-Exside

Gremlins

Titan found himself walking toward the breech he'd read on the map, when he saw Filia run past him and toward the bridge. He turned to look at her, but she seemed in a hurry, so he didn't bother inquiring. She'd been a little too forward with him, and it wasn't very comfortable feeling advanced upon.

He turned and continued toward the breech, but found the first hallway isolated by doors. He continued through other hallways, but found they were all blocked off by heavy metal doors. Titan moved a thumb thoughtfully over the rings at the end of his fingerless gloves, the wheels wrapped in steel string. Somewhere ahead, behind the doors, he felt the vibrations and dim laughter from where it seemed so far away...

He would wait for the others here to investigate, but he could feel his waking hours drifting away faster, like a falling star...

Sun, 05/31/2015 - 19:08

#118

Root-Kit

Straight to it

Absent-mindedly cycling through the discussion, Tor's mind was elsewhere. "What if the Morai legion had tracked them down?" Tor kept running the possibility through his head. If there was even a thought that troubled him now, it would be the apprehension of seeing his father again. "I forgot to do this earlier, but you said I could!" Filia's sudden arrival and outburst suddenly ripped through his train of thought. "Sergeant, what exact are you doing? The ship is under attack, and we've been boarded by hostiles! This is no time for foolish endeavors!" Ozlo was furious at her.

After her explanation, Ozlo seemed to have cooled down. Skyla herself seemed to be somewhat aggravated by it. "I'm stopping by the arsenal, I'll meet you all down at the breach." Tor said casually as he cantered back the way we had walked. He could've sworn he heard something from Ozlo, but kept on walking. Everything was a bit clearer now, he doubted it was the Morai, but if it wasn't them who could it be? This system was vastly uncharted, nothing was recorded here and everything surrounding it was a dead zone. He grimaced at the thought, he didn't need to psych himself out now.

After a brief sweep through the armory, Tor picked out a Defender and a blaster to equip. He still had his brandish and his gauntlets as weapons. He briskly walked to the breach, and noticed Titan already there. Hearing laughter and movement behind the doors, Tor signaled that reinforcements were coming, and drew his Brandish.

Sun, 05/31/2015 - 20:12

#119

Thinslayer

Help Us Help You

Titan didn't have to wait long. Cherub, Filia, Skyla, and Tor came to his side within minutes of his arrival. Cherub brandished his sword and pressed a button on the wall to open the door. But the door didn't budge. They would need explosives to make it open. Annoyed, Cherub pounded the door, and to his surprise, it opened.

There on the floor lay piles of strange mechanical bodies and a few suited aliens, many of them scorched and burned. In the middle of them lay the bodies of two fallen knights. One of them was relatively intact. The other one was battered, bruised, and nearly unrecognizable. His primary weapons were nowhere to be found, but in his hands was a flamethrower seized from a nearby gremlin.

The only living things in the room were a pair of aliens resembling 'gremlins' you'd see in movies. One wore a white mask with a red wrench & gear insignia on it. The other wore a red turban and katana. The two 'gremlins' looked at each other and shrugged.
"Wanna check these losers out before we head out?" said one.
"I'm game for a challenge," said the other.
The masked one leveled his hammer at Titan and stated in the Common tongue, "Fight me."

Cherub nodded to Titan. "I'll take the hooded one. Filia, Tor, back us up. Skyla, get in contact with Serah and Ozlo. They need to know what's happening."
__________

Mundy spoke up. "With upmost respect, I'm not familiar to how cooled Cherub is, ma'am. We should be worried about this mission. The gunnery chiefs were already deployed to the batteries, but I'm not hearing any fire. This implicates something other than a pirate attack. And about your worries towards lack of squad command experience..." Mundy stared awkwardly at the floor, looking for something to say, then said firmly: "For now, keep the squad safe, make sure it gets the job done, and in the meanwhile I'll keep your back covered."

Aralon, too, had something to say on the matter. "Sir, what then do you think of the Morai? Even now, I still know relatively little about them, but...I...well, it's hard to be scared, for me. When I went back to my neighborhood, it was nothing more than a sinkhole blocked off by sandbags, concrete, and rebars to cage in about a dozen or so children. Only one survived, but without her lower jaw. Even then, she died of blood loss some time later. That was my last of sixty missions." She scoffs at herself and leans back. "...sorry, sir, that was a little too personal. I'd like to think that if you answered it, I'd firmly disagree with you regardless of the outcome. I think my question is, as a Guardian to her flock, what are you afraid of losing at this point? Can I help you help us?"

Serah nodded, listening wide-eyed to what everyone had to say. She already felt a little better about the mission, knowing there were such fine people working with her. Addressing Mundy first: "Yeah, it's hard to say what's going on out there. I think we'll find out in a few minutes. If this were a concerted boarding operation, we'd be overrun by now. I think they have something else up their sleeve."

Addressing Aralon, she replied, "I think the Morai were very...driven. They cared, fought, and died for each other, and many came back to hunt me down for revenge for their fallen comrades. Some were valiant, some were ignominious. They were like us. We could understand them. We knew what to expect when knights were captured, wounded, or killed by their hands. We knew what they'd do with our cities and civilians. But this new world is totally new and mysterious. What if it's inhabited by knight-eating aliens? What if it's a dungeon world, meant to trap us? What if...I dunno. I'm scared of losing you to things I can't foresee or plan around. The unknown is frightening."

With that, she stood up and added, "Which means it's time to make the unknown known to us. I can't sit around moping about it. Cherub's probably got some intel on it anyway."

Serah paused, unsure of how to proceed. If the ship was being invaded, no one told them where that was happening. That meant the higher-ups figured their task teams could handle it. Something else had to be afoot. She glanced out over the mess hall and realized:

They were all civilians.

Knights and soldiers were comparatively few. They didn't go on this expedition to conquer anything; they went on this expedition on a treasure hunt of sorts, and for that, they needed builders, miners, and researchers. The fact that they weren't soldiers meant they'd be in considerably more danger in the event of an invasion.

"Team, we need to get these people to safety. Group them together so we can better defend them in case things go wrong. If things go really south, we need clear access to the escape pods. Any questions?"

Sun, 05/31/2015 - 20:31

#120

Hexlash

lol, I want that command: "/breach"

The action that began to engulf the ship riled Den up, and he excitedly ran after Serah. However, it wasn't long before he lost sight of everyone and ended up looking about in the Armoury for Serah or Cherub.

He spent quite some time doing so before, giving up and scanning through what supplies remained for the taking; there wasn't much elft.

Sun, 05/31/2015 - 20:58

#121

Noel-Exside

Seconds

Titan flew at the Gremlin as soon as Cherub confirmed to take the other one. His initial reaction was to kill the both of them, however, one target would be enough.

His string flew out from the rings between his fingers, forming into multiple rings around each of his hands. The rings flick small lights on, signaling they were ready, and began spinning the string between small rollers in the rings, powered by movement and channeled through wires in the suit. With small telekinetic manipulation, the strings stood in place, forming hoops along his arm. His life depended on his concentration, between his own weapon and this invader.

He moved over the dead body, but glanced at it in remembrance for the dead. For someone who'd lost their family to their own decisions, it wasn't fair to take the only people left of their parasitic race. With love and hatred, Titan moved with his blurred figure, connecting weapons and deflecting the blow that came from a rocket-powered hammer. For a strange second, their eyes met between the alien's mask, but as quickly as their glance, Titan wrapped his legs around the large hammer, and smashed his head into the mask. The creature swung its hammer, and Titan flew against the wall. His shield absorbed the blow against the wall, but jumped and slashed the gremlin in the side.

His pale magenta eyes stared at the Gremlin, crouched and ready to spring. The Gremlin looked annoyed to be challenged, but in this moment, Titan was ready to attack, when~

The Gremlin's eyes shone with the brightness he'd seen in his dreams, and his own eyes.

And you've stared into it too?

Titan pounced, swinging once with a right hook and again with a left, and then jumped back to charge his string, as the rings ran more string into the hoops and sped up their speed. With another jump forward, he clapped, and the string bounced around the room in abstract lines, trapping the Gremlin between sharp strings running at full speed. Titan was incapable of moving as well, for fear of slashing his own fingers off. The string ran through from the rings and to either side of each wrist on each glove. The ends flew from the top, fed through the multiple hooks the string fashioned by cleaving through the metal, and feeding back in to each glove respectively on the underside of the wrist.

"You've broken into our only Sanctuary left, and had the temptation to kill us." Titan said, a new light behind his now solid-magenta irises. He inquired, "Did you think you could get away?"

Titan's arms were outstretched, his right to the left and his left to the right. His glare seemed almost incandescent.

I could be merciful, but the bloodlust in those glowing eyes that remind me so much of star dust, the murderous fiend before me, I will cast him into the Nightmare below, let him die of fear as I stalk him like a hunter would prey.

"Where did you come from? Why kill us?"

Sun, 05/31/2015 - 21:36

#122

Liminori

Don't make me breach you. . . (Wait what?)

I stepped back, so that I could hack the systems.
The knights that made first contact were disconnected from the system, so it was safe to assume that the Comlinks were not secure.
First, I contacted Serah, as she would be contacting the Gremlins before Ozlo could do anything about it.
"Serah, the boarders appear to be Gremlins- I repeat, they appear to be Gremlins! Be careful!"
After that little snippet, the connection went flat.
Next, Ozlo.
"The enemies are Gremlins; Oddly enough, they can speak our language."
I added this, merely because it was noteworthy enough that an alien would speak the same language.
After disconnecting, I readied my Falchion.
There was no way in hell I was letting these Gremlins off the hook, after slaughtering what remained of our civilization.
Instead of rushing in, I waited.
Titan had defeated one of the two gremlins, while the other was still a threat, And had foolisly began to start to interrigate the one which had been downed.
As to fix his mistake, I rushed past, putting some space between him and imminent death.

Sun, 05/31/2015 - 21:57

#123

Kaijuhunter

Snipers whee

Filia scowled slightly at Skyla's reply, "Yes, but that was uncalled for, Filia. Let's get a move on."
Bright letters suddenly flashed across Filia's HUD, "Also, your gun's jammed." Her eyes widening in shock, Filia quickly insoected Warhawk's barrel and fixed the jam. It was embarrassing and shameful for her; this gun, which shed out so much sweat and tears into, had jammed? Filia shuddered to think what would have happened if she'd not been made aware of the jam sooner.

Filia's thiughts w re interrupted by Tor "I'm stopping by the arsenal, I'll meet you all down at the breach." Filia nodded in acknowledgement, and within minutes, their party of four had regrouped at the door with Titan. Cherub tried- in vain- to gain access with his security clearance, but nothing happened. Surprisingly, when the officer pounded the door in frustration, it finally relented.

Filia was shocked- the corpses of two Knights, along with several aliens and machines, littered the passageways. The majority of them sported severe burns and scorch marks, with one of the Knights being the only intact body.

The only living things in the room were a pair of aliens resembling 'gremlins' you'd see in movies. One wore a white mask with a red wrench & gear insignia on it. The other wore a red turban and katana. The two 'gremlins' looked at each other and shrugged.
"Wanna check these losers out before we head out?" said one.
"I'm game for a challenge," replied the other, smirking slightly.
The masked one leveled his hammer at Titan and stated in the Common tongue, "Fight me."

Cherub quickly analyzed the situation, then nodded to Titan. "I'll take the hooded one. Filia, Tor, back us up. Skyla, get in contact with Serah and Ozlo. They need to know what's happening." Filia's nod was barely noticeable, and she'd already flipped the safety off on her pistol. Warhawk rested upon her back, and though Filia was more comfortable with a rifle, she knew it was useless in close quarters.

Faster than lightning, Titan flew at the Gremlin.

Titan glanced at the fallen Knights' corpses, as if shortly mourning their loss. In the blink of an eye, the skirmish began, and Titan exchanged blows with the Gremlin's rocket hammer. Suddenly, the knight had his legs wrapped around the hammer, and he head butted the gremlin in the face- err, mask. In response, the massive hammer smashed Titan against the wall, but no real damage was dome, and he countered by jumping and slashing the gremlin in the side.

Titan launched himself at the Gremlin, leading with a hook into a jab, then feinting and jumping backwards. The rings on his hands suddenly released lines of string around, trapping the Gremlin. The strings created intricate patterns, looping from one glove into the other.

What an interesting weapon...

"You've broken into our only Sanctuary left, and had the temptation to kill us." Titan said slowly, his tone unforgiving and harsh. "Did you think you could get away?"

Titan's arms were outstretched, his right to the left and his left to the right. His glare seemed almost incandescent.

"Where did you come from? Why kill us?"

Filia grunted- this little brawl had given her a chance to switch from her sidearm to Warhawk, which she now had leveled at the Gremlins. Whereas there was a slight chance the aliens would survive a burst from her pistol, there was no way in hell that they'd survive a shot from Warhawk, even if it was to the toe. "Speak up, and be quick about it, or else I'll put a bullet through your heads." She growled, her teeth bared slightly. She had been holding the trigger tightly, charging up a full power shot. In all honesty, a single round would blast them to shreds, but the low hum of the rifle and faint azure glow it gave off as it charged up had an intimidation factor that appealed to Filia.

Mon, 06/01/2015 - 01:20

#124

Spirals-Ore

Is that supposed to be seerus and herex?

"I could handle that!" Chael patted Serah's shoulder, before marching back to the mess hall. Along his journey, he saw a flood of knights– Heavily armed –marching to the opposite way. He grabbed one of them in the arm. "What happened?" He asked.

"Someone said we are under attack or some sort, we are just about to go arm the gun turrets!" The knight answered, then fled out of sight in a rush.

Chael arrived in the mess hall. Most are freaking out at each other, the room atmosphere is not in a good shape. He droped his iron buckler on the ground, and drawed his punch gun. The bomber aimed for the center of the sheild, and launched a large bullet to hit it. The impact caused a loud sound explosion, unless you're deaf, nobody would miss that.

"ATTENTION PLEASE! DO NOT PANIC! LINE UP IN THE ENTRANCE OF THE MESS HALL! EACH LINE SHOULD CONSIST OF 20 PEOPLE!"

Mon, 06/01/2015 - 02:26

#125

Feline-Grenadier

Aralon begins to pace by any possible entrances / exits to consider an escape route, while also making sure the inhabitants coming n would stay in. She repeats a few textbook lines as she began to corral the civilians.

"Command has initiated a state of emergency; we request you order yourselves in groups to better facilitate evacuation. We thank you in advance for your cooperation."

Mon, 06/01/2015 - 06:45

#126

Doctorspacebar

"Aye aye, Serah! I'll get right to it!" While the others began corraling civilians, Ragnir patrolled the edges, loading his Dragon of Timber with a bolt. If they show up far away, I can shoot a bolt at 'em and get their attention. Up close, I can fire anyway, and whether they dodge the shot or get hit, it should give me time to switch to my hammer.

You'll need to check the stern at some point. Right. Rega's ship. It was a civilian cryopod, purchased with their family's own money and data-tethered to their ship; a few people Ragnir knew did this. Its protocols would've had it go in for shelter in preparation for atmosphere clearance. It might have even opened up, in which case Rega could fight back... but also would be vulnerable to surprise attacks.

All right, focus. The sooner this gets done, the sooner I can check up on Rega. Chael was telling the civilians to gather at the entrance to the mess hall, so Ragnir lifted his shield and walked a few feet out of the mess hall, in search of any hostiles.

Mon, 06/01/2015 - 07:31

#127

Magmaul-Ace

Mundy: Crash Sequence.

"Yes, ma'am." Mundy responded, and immediately headed to the most familiar place of this ship so far: the Mess Hall. The knight tought he heard Skyla trough Serah's comlink, but didnt stop to hear.

Once there he noticed Aralon and Chael were already baiting the civilians, wich were majority by then, in groups of 20. Meanwhile, Ragnir stood on watch with his weapon in hands, a crossbow-like rifle.
I was never realy keen to organizing civilians....
Not eager to the task given, Mundy contacted Serah:
" Ma'am, Chael, Aralon and Ragnir are allready helping with the civilians. I'm going to check the ship's map for a defense plan instead, so send someone else to help them."

"Sir, would you like me to upload you the Skylark Sector 3 map?"
For the first time, Vakarian was happy to hear that voice.
"Is that the sector we are in?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do it."

While being uploaded the maps, Mundy remembered something. The medi-bots from the cryogenic chambers. They could help.
Rushing to the Chambers, he saw most of the pods hade opened by now, and then another fact hit him: the ship's staff didnt wake up completely. Closing in on one of the few medi-bots that werent busy treating those people, he ordered:
"Try to hurry the waking procedure, and help these people to the Mess Hall. Grab any medical supplies you can. Once there, ask Knights Chael and Aralon for orders."
---------
Once back at the Armory, Mundy saluted and reported:
"Ma'am. Some people are still waking up from the Criogenic Chambers, but I've instructed the medi-bots to help them to the Hall...."
Looking at the holo-popup on his arm indicating the map's download progress, he finishes:
"I should have this Sector's maps in a minute, ma'am."

Mon, 06/01/2015 - 12:56

#128

Root-Kit

Upgrade

Tor was left speechless after Titan's fast display. The look of surprise on his face was a dead giveaway that he didn't expect that kind of speed from him, or that anger. Soon after Tor diverted his attention elsewhere, Filia and Titan seemed to have the interrogation on lockdown. He looked at the remains of the mechanized frames. They looked fairly well made, or at least the ones that weren't scorched. One still looked like it was running, with a few wayward sparks and whirring the thing looked directly at him. Faster than the damaged frame could react, Tor's gauntlet securely grasped its head, and crushed it.

Doing one more cursory sweep to make sure none of the others were active, he crouched down by it and started to disassemble it. "There has to be a power source for this thing." Tor muttered. After a few second he found it, inserted in its chest there was what he could only describe as a miniature tesla coil. As he examined it, Grey's words came to mind. "If you find a power source for those, you'll be able to hit harder." Tor quickly salvaged another coil from the mech next to it and inserted both into his gauntlets. The hollow cylinders closed as he inserted the power sources, and hummed to life.

Nothing happened. With a sigh, Tor turned back to the group. "Whatever these things are, they have as advanced tech as us, if not more." Skyla, can you take a look at these, I think you're the closest thing we have to a mechanic." As he turned to face her, he saw her rush towards the second Gremlin. He looked quizzically at the scene, didn't Cherub say he had that one?

Mon, 06/01/2015 - 15:06

#129

Liminori

And you were merely assuming I was killing things

Skyla stood her ground, staring the gremlin down- keeping the distance between Titan, and the gremlin, As Titan was the only one to have gotten in close range yet- While Filia had her sights aimed on the gremlins, preventing them from doing a standard attack, unless they blew themselves up.
...Which was unlikely, but entirely possible.
I gripped the handle tightly, preparing for the worst case scenario.

Mon, 06/01/2015 - 21:58

#130

Thinslayer

First Blood

"You've broken into our only Sanctuary left, and had the temptation to kill us. Did you think you could get away? Where did you come from? Why kill us?" Titan asked.

The masked gremlin cocked his head. "Oh, I don't think I can get away. I know I can get away." He stretched out his arms and ripped himself out of the cords, heedless of the deep gouges they left in his flesh. As quickly as he escaped, he seized one of the cords and yanked it, throwing Titan to the floor. He smashed down his hammer at the knight's head, but the floor groaned instead. No sooner did Titan escape than the edge of the hammerhead scraped off a spark from his breastplate. The rocket triggered, and the two of them collided, shoulder to shield. The shield arced and sputtered against the impact. A final smash shattered the protective field and sent him skidding back, still on his feet.

Truly, these knights are worthy opponents. This one in particular makes me feel more alive than I've ever felt in years. The gremlin leaped back and again leveled his hammer at Titan. "You have fought well, Iron Warrior, but I must now take my leave. Farewell, until we meet again." He tossed a small nine-toothed gear to Titan and departed through the airlock into space.
__________

Cherub, meanwhile, launched into a hurricane against his foe. The gremlin's sword snapped out of its sheath and met Cherub's withering battery blow for blow. Their eyes met and locked. A deafening crash rang out, and suddenly Cherub found himself on the defensive. He gritted his teeth and fought to maintain stability. Each cut darted in and out of existence, blocked only by force of will.

Then their world ground to a halt, their blades locked inches away from each other's face. Hot breath assaulted his nostrils, though subdued somewhat by the mask.

But nothing could hide that other smell.

Cherub could find no words to describe it. Through all the fur, sweat, and blood, there reigned a prevailing darkness, a fume that invaded every corner of his mind. And he could understand it. Though their swords clashed and emotions flowed in torrents, they each realized that they were not so different.

The very thought sent Cherub into a furious rage.

Their lock broke. The gremlin tumbled backwards and regained his footing, only to be pounded back to the ground. Cherub pummeled his enemy until, before the edge of his sword could break the skin on the gremlin's neck, he stopped himself cold. In that moment, he realized he had no reason at all for taking this creature's life. None.

So instead, he gave it a swift kick and sent it flying through the airlock behind its escaping comrade. When the airlock hissed shut, he let out a deep sigh. "That could have gone better."

Mon, 06/01/2015 - 23:22

#131

Hexlash

Meanwhile...

It was a tough decision. What should he take?

While anxiety ran rampant around him, he spent time judiciously comparing the merits of various food supplies.

Tue, 06/02/2015 - 08:01

#132

Thinslayer

Duke's Locket

As Den scoured for supplies, he might notice a glimmer in one corner. Well, half of one; it had been sliced in half. Inside it was a picture of a noble-looking man with two sons.

Tue, 06/02/2015 - 09:31

#133

Hexlash

It was cliche comic relief at best.

The locket certainly grabbed Den's attention, and his eyes widened.

"Ooh, treasure!" he gasped, and quickly snatched it. Besides the picture on the inside, he inspected the appearance of the outside.

Tue, 06/02/2015 - 12:44

#134

Thinslayer

Locket Rocket Sprocket. Docket?

It was a fairly ordinary-looking locket, circular and made of brass. It was somewhat rusted from age.

The picture appeared to be a hand-drawn oil-painted portrait. Whoever drew this was quite skillful at miniature art.

Tue, 06/02/2015 - 18:43

#135

Thinslayer

I ain't done yet.

Shortly after the two gremlins departed, the ship shuddered from another impact. But this time, the result wasn't so quiet. The ship lurched and the gravity generators failed. Sirens blared and panic erupted through the ship.

"What happened!?" Ozlo shouted to the bridge crew.
"The tearium core's been shot, sir. We've lost all main power."
"No meltdown?"
"No sir. It's gone. Like, vanished. The whole section's been blown out."
"Impossible..."
"Auxiliary generators are still online."
"Do we still have our rockets?"
"Engines are mostly intact. Backup chemical rockets are still functional."
"That settles it. We're going in."

Ozlo picked up the com. "Attention all personnel: This is your Captain Ozlo speaking. The ship has lost all power, so we're 'dead in the water,' so to speak. We'll start falling under the planet's gravity soon, and when that happens, I'm going to try and bring the Skylark down in one piece. Evacuate to the escape pods to planetside so you at least stand a chance of surviving this. Good luck out there, knights. Ozlo out."

Ozlo put down the com and strode over to the helm. He traced his fingers over the spokes and gripped a couple of them. "I'll bring her down. You boys get yourselves to the escape pods."

The knights saluted, thanked him and darted out.

"Just you 'n me now, babe..." Ozlo whispered as he patted the helm.

Tue, 06/02/2015 - 19:21

#136

Feline-Grenadier

Aralon, who had a classic flight attendant smile, makes a fearsom glare as she unfolded her Heavy Hatchet and stood it upright. The result would be a pillar from which she could hold onto.

"ALRIGHT! WE ALL KNOW THE DRILL, SO MAKE YOUR WAY THROUGH ANY ONE OF THE DOORS!" she says before pulling open a door.

"I'll be there to grab ya, so just launch yourself over."

Tue, 06/02/2015 - 20:02

#137

Thinslayer

From center to pods

The mess hall was in the center of the ship, while the pods were on the rim. That meant there was quite a ways to travel to get to the pods. Anything could happen in that time.

Anything.

Tue, 06/02/2015 - 20:48

#138

Root-Kit

Turbulence

"We have to get moving." Tor spoke, shock evident in his voice. "This thing is going to be fireball hurtling through the atmosphere in a few minutes." He had regained his composure as he turned away from the group. In these sort of situations, his instincts took over which usually meant him going it alone. Barreling down the desolate hallways with alarm sirens ringing in his ears, Tor felt a mix of adrenaline and dread, something wasn't right.

A few more meters down the curving hallways Tor heard an electrical sound, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He stopped dead in his tracks when he figured out what the sound was, recon gear. Tor turned abruptly to find a gremlin jumping towards him, saw blade in hand. Not having time to draw his shield Tor blocked with his gauntlets. Catching the blade in between them, Tor ripped the saw from the gremlins hands. Tossing the blade aside Tor barely had time to dodge as the gremlin threw a knife at him.

A sharp pain in his upper right arm confirmed the Gremlin could throw. Wrenching the knife out and reaching for his sword, Tor angrily realized that he'd been pick pocketed. The gremlin laughed maniacally and held up his Brandish. In a display of anger, Tor bashed his gauntlets together which made them spark to life, light blue electricity surging from them. With a surprised look on his face Tor turned back to the gremlin, who had been caught off guard by the unorthodox gauntlets. Tor couldn't help but grin.

Tor took advantage of the startled gremlin and rushed forward, landing a solid punch on its face. The gremlin gave a sharp cry of pain as the volts from the gauntlet sparked directly onto it. Tor followed up with two blows to the stomach and another devastating right hook to the gremlins face. The gremlin managed to break Tor's grip, but soon found it was captured once again. Tor grasped the Gremlin's neck with both hands, and applied pressure. "ARGH!" the gremlin's scream was loud and visceral, not only was Tor choking it, he was shocking it, it's scruff starting to smoke, the gremlin's cry turned into a gurgle then fell silent.

Tor then deactivated the gauntlets and ran over to retrieve his Brandish. He quickly re-equipped it and activated his com unit. "This is Tor to all knights aboard the Skylark, we have hostiles onboard using cloaking gear, remain on high alert and protect civilians." He cut the transmission, and painfully grasped his right arm. After a quick scan and a look back, Tor resumed running towards the escape pods. He never gave the fallen gremlin a second look.

Tue, 06/02/2015 - 21:37

#139

Hexlash

Oh nooo...

It wasn't until the ship's abrupt jerk that Den looked away from the artisanal half locket. For a moment, he felt completely disorientated and then he collapsed to the ground. Then, he was up in the air again, and a few sputtering drops later, he hit the ground again. Worried, he stuffed the locket away. This was going to be troublesome...

Tue, 06/02/2015 - 22:46

#140

Liminori

The spirit of the ship

Now that both gremlins were dealt with, I could relax a bit. Considering what could happen, I decided it was best to keep my Falchion unsheathed.
I jumped up to the ceiling, rather than using the ladder next to me, and unopened the hatch to the airducts-
The airducts were large enough to be considered hallways, and by using them, I could bypass the crowds of knights, and hopefully avoid some of the gremlins.
Unluckily, It seems I was not the only one who thought of this plan.
The wrench swung from the left to the right, and to avoid a nasty hit, I leaned back- and the hit the gremlin with the brunt of my head.
The gremlin appeared to be knocked out, but for good measure, I tossed him down the hatch, and continued on my way to the escape pods.
It felt odd, to be going through the air ducts without any sense of gravity- floating through the blueprints ingrained into my memory without a sense of direction, but only location.

Wed, 06/03/2015 - 03:36

#141

Spirals-Ore

Survival of the race

"Tch, it all came to this in the end!" Chael mumbled. He picked up his shield from the ground, and sheated his punch gun. "Allright people! Follow me slowly and mantain order! If anything happens to you i will make sure it face me first! We are going to the escape pods!" He ordered, turning his gaze to check if anyone was left out.

The group slowly marched out, some of the civillian is still freaking out, even chanting about 'How it would end'. The bomber sighed. They have seen to much, and to face death again is maybe too harsh. They walked to a small long corridor, red lights blinked and covered it in crimson.

The ship wobbled. "Everybody stay close!" Chael relied, this folk survival might be in the hand of order, if panic were to break out, everyone would die trying to reach the pods. He drawed his calibur, the hum of the siren and the atmsophere is getting to his nerve. He shifted his eye around to detect any danger, but found none. He picked his comlink and contacted every knight on board.

" I got a group over here! Can someone help me evacuate them?"

Wed, 06/03/2015 - 04:15

#142

Magmaul-Ace

Mundy: Crash Sequence.

Shortly after reporting, the maps finished downloading.

"Ok, the pod areas are in the far rim of this sector, so theres a few ways for the civi--"
Another shudder, and suddently gravity wasnt a thing anymore. Sirens and redlights started screaming shortly after this event.

"Attention all personnel: This is your Captain Ozlo speaking. The ship has lost all power, so we're 'dead in the water,' so to speak. We'll start falling under the planet's gravity soon, and when that happens, I'm going to try and bring the Skylark down in one piece. Evacuate to the escape pods to planetside so you at least stand a chance of surviving this. Good luck out there, knights.

Ozlo out."

And so, the first words from the Capitain since waking up announce this ship's demise. The Skylark is crashing.

Serah was just trying to hang onto something, as the lack of gravity coupled with the sudden turbulance trew everyone around the room. Mundy could guess the whole staff was trown into a panic with these conditions, but the armory was relativly empty. He could hear screams around the Mess Hall, however.

Then, another message:
"This is Tor to all knights aboard the Skylark, we have hostiles onboard using cloaking gear, remain on high alert and protect civilians."
And another message:
" This is Chael, I got a group over here! Can someone help me evacuate them?"

After hearing this, Mundy finnaly realises: None of his weapons were for short or medium ranges. His Magnus and its single-shot condition only worked well for distant fights, and bombs need to be trown a safe distance away from the user.
Usualy the weapon that fills this medium role was issued for the specific mission, but clearly this time there was no higher-up to issue him anything.

Mundy heads to one of the arsenal boxes and grabs a Blaster, then alerts Serah, who was still in her place.

"We need to get to the pod area, ma'am! Should we help Chael, Aralon and Ragnir back at the Hall?"

Apparently, his words of confidence:"... and in the meanwhile, I'll keep your back covered." were an actual promise, because he stayed there waiting for her decision, armed and ready to fight any offenders.

Wed, 06/03/2015 - 06:55

#143

Doctorspacebar

"Evacuate to the escape pods so you at least stand a chance of surviving this."

Ragnir didn't dawdle. Going down with the ship was overrated, anyway. "We're not sunk yet!" Ragnir bellowed. "To the escape pods!" Which way were the escape pods? Somewhere on the rim... Ragnir followed Chael and the civilians at a full sprint, heeding Tor's message. Any cloaked hostiles would have to be crushed immediately!

Wed, 06/03/2015 - 18:22

#144

Kaijuhunter

Wut

Filia frowned slightly as Cherub began to fight the other Gremlin, not knowing what to do. The one with the hammer escaped, and Filia was too slow to nail him in between the eyes. As it was, he barely escaped, the bullet from Warhawk smashing a hole into the wall inches away from him. Cherub forcefully kicked the other Gremlin, launching it after its comrade. Cherub sighed softly and, after a moment, remarked "That could have gone better."

"You think?" Filia mumbled, clenching her fist. Sure, it had been at close range, and she had barely any time to react, but she'd missed the Gremlin. She never missed a shot. Never.

Suddenly, the entire ship shuddered, causing several lights to flicker on and off. The faint screams of panicking Knights and blaring sirens was all that was heard in the otherwise quiet halls of the ship.

Ozlo picked up the com. "Attention all personnel: This is your Captain Ozlo speaking. The ship has lost all power, so we're 'dead in the water,' so to speak. We'll start falling under the planet's gravity soon, and when that happens, I'm going to try and bring the Skylark down in one piece. Evacuate to the escape pods to planetside so you at least stand a chance of surviving this. Good luck out there, knights. Ozlo out."

Ozlo put down the com and strode over to the helm. He traced his fingers over the spokes and gripped a couple of them. "I'll bring her down. You boys get yourselves to the escape pods."

Filia and the other knights saluted stiffly, then made a mad dash for the escape pods. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Skyla dart up into the ventilation shafts. Good thinking- she was the only one small enough to fit in there.

As they ran, Filia heard Tor say something, but paid him no heed. Her priority right now? Survival. A gremlin suddenly materialized -they have cloaking gear?!- and attacked, but was quickly put down by Tor. The knight reached up for his coms and announced to anyone who could hear, "This is Tor to all knights aboard the Skylark, we have hostiles onboard using cloaking gear, remain on high alert and protect civilians."

After a painful moment of grasping his arm, Tor resumed running, still able to keep up with the rest of the group. At random, gremlins would appear and Attack, only to be exterminated by a blade or greeted by Filia's bullets. Her coms were slightly damaged, but not too much so. Filia managed to get a message out to Skyla "Hey, nice thinking with the air ducts. You doing okay?" The strain of sprinting was starting to take its toll, but despite her legs burning from effort, she wasn't out of breath.

Wed, 06/03/2015 - 19:43

#145

Liminori

Casual Destruction

Skyla continued to make her way through the ventilation shafts- Floating through.
"Hey, nice thinking with the air ducts. You doing okay?"
"Fairly okay- just a few minor* setbacks. . . *SHLURK* ...Nothing to worry about on my end.
Mangled inhuman screams, crashing and bashing could be heard from Skyla's end.

Thu, 06/04/2015 - 22:59

#146

Thinslayer

Welcome to the First Hell

It didn't take long for the Skylark to enter Cradle's atmosphere. As civilian knights shuffled into their escape pods, the ship began to shudder again, only this time it didn't stop shuddering. Serah grabbed Mundy’s arm, realizing the soundness of his suggestion. “Agreed, we need to help Chael, Aralon and the others. Now’s as good a time as any to make use of our wings. Come on!” She flexed her wings and pulled on him. He didn’t have to fight gravity, at least, so perhaps controlled flight was possible for him now.

An explosion rocked the corridor and threw them to the wall, and a chunk of metal pinned Mundy’s leg. Retrodes crawled through the gaping hole and made for the newly-vulnerable Mundy. Serah brandished her Ascended Calibur and stood guard over him. “Mundy, you okay? We’ve got to get you out of here. Just hang on.”

The last escape pod in this sector was just a little ways down the corridor.

She glanced back at the approaching retrodes. Sweat began to pour down her face. As she tugged at the chunk with all the strength she could muster, one could hear her muttering, “Please work, please let this work…”
__________

Meanwhile, Aralon would have heard Chael’s call for help. And Chael, in turn, would have noticed how she was keeping herself grounded. Using the sword as an anchor wasn’t a bad idea. As for the evacuation plan, every knight was trained to know where to find the nearest escape pod. Most of them were situated inside the deployment bays, just a few doors away. The civilians might have reached them in good order were it not for the whacked-out gravity.

If he could get them to cooperate and throw each other toward the doors…

Thu, 06/04/2015 - 23:13

#147

Feline-Grenadier

"Tch, this is taking too long..."

Aralon, after a few minutes with little success, retrieved on her left hand a pickaxe of sorts, the sharp end of which she embedded into a nearby table. A flick of her right wrist compacted the hatchet, allowing her to pull herself closer to the floating crowd.

"GRAB ONTO EACH OTHERS ARMS AND LEGS!" she shouted.

With another flick, the hatchet's blade opened parallel to the ceiling and floor, and she swung, lightly.

Towards Chael now, was an absolute mob of hapless civilians on the move. Behind him was one of the doors...

Fri, 06/05/2015 - 07:47

#148

Spirals-Ore

Dang

(( Sorry for not posting for a few days, i got a lot of test, and stress. My dumb teacher scold me for saying dribbling (In basketball) was to avoid walking, where he explains it is used to shot at the goal... ))

The ship shuddered, and the gravity falls (get the pun?). Chael eyes narrowed as everything is being sucked out. He planted his brandish to the ground to hold ground.

"GRAB ONTO EACH OTHERS ARMS AND LEGS!" Aralon shouted. All the isoran did as were told, mostly to survive getting to the escape pods. Chael did as he was told, and grabbed the nearest limb.

((Thin how much distance we need to cover to get there?))

Fri, 06/05/2015 - 06:42

#149

Magmaul-Ace

Mundy: Crash Sequence.

"Yes, I guess I could use my--ARRGH!"

An explosion right next to them sent both valkyries flying (no pun intended), and as luck would have it a metal fragment pins Mundy's leg to the wall.

"RGHH, my...leg!"

Some wierd construct creatures came crawling out of the blast's crater, and towards Mundy. They resembled zombies with three glowing eyes, and only a wrench for an arm. Four in total. Serah hurried to him and tried pulling the fragment out, to not much initial effect.

" Please work, please let this work...." she muttered, then noticed Vakarian had pulled out his Static Shock, and was charging it.
" Just..ngh, keep these things away for a second..."

Serah stood back and branded her sword, an Ascended Calibur, facing the approaching robots. In zero-g combat, the enemies tend to spread out too much for a bomb to work, but these imitations of a retrograded stage of life(death), these Retrodes were still close to eachother for coming out of the same hole. Vakarian could easily trow the bomb right trough between Serah's legs and hit the entire pack, if she could keep them away for five seconds.

The first Retrode got too close and Serah bashed it away with her shield, making it lose grip of the ground and drift towards one end of the room. 1 second.
A second lashed at her, and she quickly deflected the blow, while chopping off its one Wrench-arm. 3 seconds.
One in the back of the group sudently shot a lazer out of its eyes. The shot was absorved by her shield, but she barely managed to not be sent to the end of the armory, just lucky enough to gain grip on one of the chairs, wich was solded to the ground. 5 seconds. Wheres that damn bomb?

"Eat this, soup-cans!"

The Static Flash hit the front Retrode right in the face before exploding, with a flashy blast of light and electricity. The arm-less bot got its head blown off. The lazer-shooting one was spazzing in short-circuit. The fourth Retrode had its optics burned off by the shock. All of them were sent flying to join their comrade, the First Retrode of End-of-the-room.

"Ok, now, uhgn... Dan, help me with this...."

Fri, 06/05/2015 - 11:04

#150

Hexlash

You guys were in the armoury?

Den blinked as Mundy called to him, not noticing the mispronunciation. A bit awkwardly, he kicked off the walls, drifting past suspended objects and occasionally colliding with the walls.

"That was so cool!" he chirped merrily. The ship shuddered faster and harder and he crashed into the wall again. It was clear that the events were accelerating and time was running short. With another quick kick, Den reached Mundy.

"Oof," Den said, bumping into him. A second later, Den's sword was out as he attempted to pry the metal away, unfortunately to little effect. Hopefully, Serah could manage this better.

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