Cobalt barely managed to evade the charging Tortodrone. He quickly spun on his heel, and grunted in shock, when he realized something. The tortodrone wasn't aiming for him, rather the knight he had saved earlier, and the other wounded. Quickly jamming more bullets into his antigua's cylinder, he yelled at the monster.

"YOU'RE FIGHTING ME, NOT THEM!" He roared at his target, slamming the cylinder back into place. He quickly aimed at its legs again, and fired another burst of three shots at the Tortodrone's feet.

Kurelion saw the beast charge at him, it was probably a bad idea to divert the rocket to it, but hey, at least he didn't blow up. He heard Cherub shout, telling everyone to climb the railing up through some exit above. If only we didn't have so many injured knights it might be possible, but we can't leave them all behind. Kurelion barely dodged the beast charging at him, he was still injured and still had a tough time dodging, even with his agility.

He saw Cobalt shooting at the beast, which switched it's attention to him, with some relief he shouted to Cherub, "We have too many injured knights! They can't climb the railing! We need another way out!" That was when he saw incoming jet streams of boiling water, Yup, we're screwed, we can't evacuate the injured while being under constant attack... But what if we have a way of getting rid of this attack...

Kurelion knew that knights are able to stand boiling water since all recruits have at least basic armor, it doesn't feel nice, but all knights are able to handle it. Hopefully this monster isn't heat or water resistant he thought as he continued dragging injured knights to the corner, which luckily, was the farthest away from the jet streams. He shouted to Cobalt, "Cobalt! Try to carefully lead that beast to the jet streams on 3:00! Maybe it'll give him a beating!"

OOC: I got SNIIIPE'd

IC:
It was then he noticed the beast shooting some weird shard thing towards Cobalt... With being on another planet, for all we know it might explode like dynamite and taste like chocolate.

Looking at the two knights for a brief moment Amaria gathered what he could between the sounds of the beast, jets of heated water, and yelling. It wasn't a safe plan but at least it would buy them some time to think of a better escape or tactic other then 'shoot it till it drops'.

Coming to a stop behind the beast the Swordsmen stopped to have a look at his blade, the simmering red saber giving off it's ambient heat as always.

They want a detraction, well it responds to gun shots, and getting into its face.

Amaria had a rather painful though as he got back into a battle stance, his blade behind him as always. Well, hopefully this works. Because if that thing hits me, I am going to regret it.

Taking a deep breath in preparation the Iron Wolf looked at his target. The lugging creature moving as if it was injured but truth be told there was no way. Letting the held breath go he dashed forwards, thankfully the creature seemed detracted enough that it wasn't really caring who was around, still this wasn't a time to get sloppy.

Coming up behind the monster Amaria quickly hooked a left, circling around the creature. Hoping to pull its attention onto him he jumped into its face and slashed at it's metal mug. Knowing full well even with his weapon at full heat the best he could do was warp the metal. Not caring wither or not his attempt to take it's mind off the others worked or not Amaira did his best to ground himself and bolted around in the 3 o'clock direction to pull it away.

Come on big guy, you know you want to get me.

Skyla weighed her options carefully.
She could stay to divert the attention of the Tortodrone with the upside of having a steel body as opposed to flesh, nevermind the armor stacked on top.
This would mean risking a continuous hot blast of water. Skyla wasn't sure if she was built to survive water. One quick scan of the blueprints later, and she determined: No, she was not waterproof. On top of that, the pressure from the water was probably too much. Since she could distract the Tortodrone, however, this also meant she could attempt to move it aside, or flip it.
...The only other options were to jump down, or climb up.

One fluid action later, Skyla was streaming past the Tortodrone, kicking it in the face as a boost to jump up higher, and get a higher move on the climb.

Furor was completely paralyzed by the Tortodrone appearing. He was not able to respond due to its abrupt presence. It was one of the rare times the berserker ever flinched. Hearing Cherub's orders and the flowing water, Furor climbed up, but had a lot of difficulties due to a combination of the other knights, his giant sword and bulky armour. Realising the problems, he slammed his spike-covered gauntlets into the surface as he climbed to make it easier to cling to it.

"Roger."

Well at least some one has come up with a plan be. So far from what I can see the only way to move in this maze is to go down, so I guess we have not choice.

Keeping in mind he might as well be the beast current choice in target Amaria kept his speed, knowing full well that if the monster behind him did something brash or unexpected it would end up costing more then just a bump or ding. Still putting such thoughts out of his mind Amaria made it to the far side of the cage, starting to climb up.

All I have to do is hold it here long enough to see if the jet streams effect it...If we could just get a hole in its hide maybe the liquid could get inside it.

Looking around he remembered some of these knights had guns on them, as much as he detested the idea it seemed the best advantage they had for this plan at least.

"If you have Physical rounds, try shooting the same spot till a hole is punched. Maybe we can help the water short the creature out from the inside!" He yelled, rather aloud to make sure others could hear him, the inhuman voice not helping this case.

Cobalt simply nodded at Kurelion's order. It was a good enough plan; and he was one of the only ones who could delay this enough to get those injured knights to a safer place. Hearing the unsettling click of an empty cylinder, he flipped it out, and began to jam more bullets in. "K, if this doesn't work..." He'd trail off, finding the next few words that were going to come out of his mouth rather rude. Finished with his reloading, he flicked the cylinder shut again, and took aim. His eyepiece flashed.

All right, do your stuff.

The reticle of his heads up display began to rapidly shrink, as Cobalt became stable, his breathing slowing and his aim getting to levels of those legendary cowboys in the movies he had watched. He fired three shots in deadly accuracy, two slamming nearly directly into the bullet that was lodged into the Tortodrone's leg. The other one bounced off the armor of the tortodrone, just to the left of the lodged bullet. Pain shot through Cobalt's left arm, as the recoil from his pistol jarred his whole body.

We better finish this quick, otherwise my arm's not going to be much use soon.

Amaria reached the jet streams just as they started once again to fire warm water upwards. While Amaria managed to dodge most of the streams, the monster got hit many times. It tried to charge at Amaria, but failed due to Cobalt's bullets. The monster was struggling, as incredibly hot water was entering it's kinetic system. All of it's system began to fail but because of that, the water became filled with electric energy. Amaria managed to get out of the jet streams before he was badly hurt, yet he was still in shock.

With the monster defeated, oddly enough, the cage came down, and an elevator upwards has been opened, as if this is all some kind of arena.

Cobalt was still badly injured from the shard. The knights didn't know what that shard was, but if they could make a weapon like that, they'll be able to survive for a while.

Some knights looked at what's left of the monster, they wanted to salvage some of the materials to make weapons, but due to the electric water, it was literally impossible to reach the monster's body.

((OOC: Since Thinslayer has disappeared, I'm taking over!! Now I am the one making decisions :D So good luck to you cause when I'm feeling evil.... Lets just say you're gonna have a bad time))

IC:

Kurelion was completely shocked that 3 knights managed to kill that beast. But then he saw the casualties. Most knights were fine due to medical care he gave them but both Cobalt and Amaria were wounded. He ran up to Amaria, and after he's been shocked, tried to stabilize his energetic flow. Weirdly enough it seems that something ha already done that. Amaria looked mostly fine, he opened his eyes, and after a small chit-chat he went with the other knights to the elevator.

It was then Kurelion went to Cobalt, who was in huge pain due to the shard. Kurelion didn't have much he could do, and so he just used a basic bandage and some disinfecting medicine. It was then he noticed he was out of medical supplies. If the knights want any more help, which they will need to survive seeing that basically everyone were wounded, they'll have to go to the rescue camp and make a solid plan on what to do, if the rescue camp still exists after the Valkyrie that is.

((OOC: When I thought of the jet streams, I didn't think it'd actually work but I guess we found a way it would :P and yes I am the new narrator, well, at least until thinslayer comes back, if he comes back.))

((I respect what you did, but next time try not to take control that hard. Still at least now progression is back in flow.))

Drenched but still functioning the Iron Wolf shook himself off, sure getting partly cooked by hot water wasn't his idea of a good time but he had been through worse, much worse considering. Still the fact his little hair-ball plan worked was rather surprising, at best he though the bullets worn't big enough or had enough punch force behind them. Still it worked and that's what mattered.

I really want to take this helm off and have a drink, but I am on duty. Now as far as where we should go, down might be worse and considering what we just ran into further into this maze might just end up being all of our graves. It might be better to head back up, after all we are in a different location then when we started.

Looking up all Amaria could see was the sky, which had to fake considering they where underground. Still somewhere in the back of his mind he knew they where in a different spot. The whole time they where in motion, not still as some might have predicted.

"Hay, lets get Top side. It might be safer with the wounded."

With a bit of a limp the Swordsmen walked over to start moving the wounded onto the battle, still feeling little shocks in his body. Looking at Den he gave a soft chuckle as he moved him.

"You remind me, when I was more naive." His deadpan voice not really helping the situation.

"Hay if your able to walk, get people on this thing, we are leaving and that's final."

With that said Amaria found his legs giving out on him. It seemed, despite his training, skill, and battle tested body, lack of sleep and the sudden movements had finally started to take its toll on him.

Damn, I really did over do myself today. Waking up from a Cryo-chamber, dropping into a battle zone, no sleep, now this. Still it would be nice if I could move still.

Looking at his legs the Swordsmen felt the muscles twitching and burning from the non-stop use. In his mind he fought every instinct he had to keep from falling asleep, yet he still felt the urge. Yet fear had it's tight grip around logic, keeping him awake for fear of what might happen if he did.

Skyla scrambled to her feet, and looked around frantically for the tortodrone.
"Wh- What? Where's the- What the- WHAT!?"
Skyla found what she was looking for, defeated.
"No, nonono, did I fizz out?" Skyla looked around, disbelieving, as if this were some horrible prank.
A look at her allies faces confirmed that it was not a prank, and Skyla heaved a sigh.
". . . Well, I may as well be useful."
Skyla did a quick scan on the Tortodrone, and punched it open, to pull some parts out.
"I'm sure that the technicians will be glad to get their hands on this." Skyla sighed, as she packed it up, attempting not to be embarrassed or even acknowledge that she had possibly blown a circuit.
"Well, on we go then."
(Edit: Semininja'd, ooh. Still, good to make a post anyway.)

Looking in the direction of the punch Amaria's instances told him to move, but his body refused. Letting his tense body relax the Swordsmen closed his eyes, leaving the waking world behind for his endless nightmares of war...

((Kinda short but mah))

Skyla fiddled with the parts she had... Salvaged.
No matter how you put it, a generator is a generator, foreign or not.
The only question was it's compatibility with their tech, which, considering the mecha knight situation, was probably not compatible.
On the other hand, it didn't look anything like the parts on the mecha knights.
Poor things were being disassembled by Skyla mid battle.
The Shell fragments, though, confused Skyla. Not only did they emit very small, slight vibrations, but Skyla felt as if she could not leave the tortodrone until she grabbed the shell parts, like they were calling to her.
Skyla had gotten so into examining the parts that she kind of jumped when Cherub tapped her on the shoulder.
"VZsusazuhzamhm- what!" Upon hearing Cherub, she showed him the Generator, Shell, and some... Crystals? They seemed to be important to the internal process of the Tortodrone.
Yet another nervous breakdown. How embarrassing.

As the elevator rose up Kurelion was filled with pride. His plan worked! They're alive! But... So many are injured... And that monster, when they first saw it, it didn't seem hostile. He felt bad for the monster. Poor thing, He thought to himself It was just defending itself... But I guess we were too... He snapped back into reality, it was then he finally noticed how grim the situation really was. Most of the knights were injured, and were in huge pain even with the medical care. Kurelion realized this can't go on for long.

Kurelion started thinking about another plan, this time not to get them out of a trap, but to get them somewhere safe. If they would stay at the camp, if there's anything left of it, they would barely survive on night without supplies. They need to make contact with another group of knights as soon as possible.

Kurelion saw the parts Skyla managed to salvage from the monster, one of them was some kind of weird generator. Perhaps with that energy source and a transmitter they could contact other knights? But how would they get a transmitter? Will the generator even be compatible with such a thing? Once again Kurelion's head was filled with thoughts which were most likely to not matter, at all.

Skyla, still embarrassed, mumbled, fairly quietly, the first bit. "That's mean..."
Regaining her composure, she looked up, and continued.
"Well, the Generator might help us understand this world a bit better, seeing as everything's..."
Skyla paused, attempting to avoid speaking about what she saw further down the world.
"Machinery and whatnot."
Skyla couldn't make sense of why she grabbed the shell parts and the gems.
"Then there's these, which... I'm not sure about."
With a flick to the shell, a small pinging noise came from Skyla's finger. "The shells should be useful protection at least."
The gems... How does a gem dictate a machine's power system? It didn't make any sense.
Gems. . .
Skyla was reminded of the gem she had started to carve into with lazer out of boredom.
The patterns were interesting, and very square.
When did she do this. . .? Right, a little after the Mech outbreak. She supposed she would forget some things at low power.
On a whim, she handed the carved gem to Cherub.
"Here, you can keep this."
Skyla awkwardly patted at her neck, unsure what to do.

The structures were a spectacle to behold, indeed. Even from his position on the elevator, he could see the entrance to the mysterious city. "Haven..." He repeated the name of the city, rubbing the hilt of his trusty revolver in an attempt to calm his nerves. The place seemed safe enough, and the knights could use the rest - but he knew well enough to keep his guard up. He picked himself up off of his satchel, and slung the strap over his good shoulder.

"... Haven, eh? Looks pretty empty for something so big... Wonder what happened here." He spoke up again, as he holstered his pistol and made his way to the sleeping Iron wolf. He crouched down, placing his weight on his left knee, and tapped the knight's helmet. "Time to wake up, commando. We're here."

In responsive, as it where the only reaction the Iron Wolf gave was a quick grab. Still he was dead a sleep, perhaps a trained reaction from the Swordsmen. As it stood he was still too tired to react or even wake up in this case, and his gear didn't help with the phrase dead weight. Letting the mans hand go the Iron Wolf simply fell limp once more, his hand subconsciously coming back to rest on the hilt of his weapon. Even in his sleep he was still on edge of awareness.

"Whew! Finally."

There was Skyla, just a ways ahead. "Good going, sis! I didn't even have to fight anything! ...Yet."

"Hang on, Ragnir. I'm picking up an unidentified life form on your... head?"

Ragnir leaned his head backward, and spotted a corpulent blue bird staring down at him out of the corner of his eye. "No worries. It's a... bird."

The bird cocked its head to one side and chirped.

"Uh, hello to you too."

The bird made a loud tweet and flew back toward a small town's gate. Wait. Small town? "Uh... Rega?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there supposed to be a town there?" Ragnir reached for his shield, before realizing that, no, there weren't any Gremlins in there.

"A town?"

"Yeah. Looks like a small town." Ragnir began making his way toward Cherub's group, hoping they could explain what all was going on.

The marksman sighed, as he let his hand drop from the sleeping man's head. Truth be told, Cobalt felt the need for sleep. His arm was pretty banged up, and he would have liked nothing more than to sleep it off. "Lucky, wolf." He felt a smile grace his features.

I don't know what happened to these people before I got to the camp... But it looked like they'd been through hell. He deserves the sleep more than I do.

He pushed himself off of his knee, standing upright. He quickly checked his belongings - yes, they were all there - and quickly made his way to the front of the group. There he saw Kurelion. He tapped him on the shoulder, focusing on trying to keep up with his pace. "I didn't thank you for patching me up back there. Name's Cobalt." He stuck his hand out for a handshake. "My arm might look pretty bad, but it doesn't compare to the other knights. What happened before I got to that camp you were staying in?"

After hearing Cherub's orders, Furor quietly agreed, saluting before he left. He traveled further into the town, which had a scenery to behold. However, he was still troubled by the G word he tried to mention, and had is sword in the ready.

Looking at the scenery, though, it was not as lifeless as it seemed at first glance. Though not seeming heavily-populated, there were more tall, mysterious entities, similar to the one at the entrance. Furor could not tell if they were living or if they were machines because they spoke in robotic voices and they were not alerted in the slightest by his appearance; the latter of which would have been the usual reaction from life forms that did not recognise him, which he took note of. As for the location itself, he proceeded to the west of the entrance, and saw what appeared to be some kind of shopping district. While exploring, Furor looked up at one of the entities, then asked, "Excuse me. May I please know where we are and what it is?"