"That's a responsibility that I'm willing to take." Vakros said slowly, picking his way through his words. "So then, what's your field of work?" As he said this, he started digging through his small traveling pouch. He thought briefly of taking out a tiny gear and giving it to Muren, but he wasn't sure how that would go down. To be honest, he just wanted to go home as soon as he could. The gray gremlin didn't really know how to act in a household like this, and he had this constant feeling of being watched.

((I'm going to let Tev be the first to write about the whole CO break in...considering Bettie is the one with the box.))

((*shriekcrashbangclatterboomblamultramegaexplosionglassshattersilence.......popspontaneouscombustion*))
((yup... my party members lack of a decent-length post has left me with nothing to work with... Treaman is sad, and Elias is lost))

((@Roaku: Okay, go ahead and put in an app when you're ready!

@Ebil: I'll get to some more of the fight a little later today.

@Isis: When are you going to be on so we can get together and discuss this scene?

@Treaman: I'm sure with a bit of creativity, you can figure it out. You can always interrupt their conversation.))

((Err .... Azure? The room with the box was a windowless interior room- I suppose I should work on my description of scenery (in my head, most of the buildings are windowless and Gista has about a dozen custom locks on the door. XD). I'll just roll with it, though. Isis and I met in-game and worked out how this would go ... up to a point.

As for the gun puppies ... I don't know about the other one, but Tallith the Wise Slush puppy was killed for knowing the true purpose of the dark crystal, remember? XD))

Gremlins, Fight!

"So then, what's your field of work?"

"I'm a housing engineer." Teret glanced down at Muren as Vakros dug through his pouch. The young gremlin had finished transferring the bearings to the new container, and was meticulously transferring them back to where they had started. "I design residential buildings and sometimes oversee their construction."

He didn't get a chance to elaborate more, though, as the door to the small room Bettit and Gista had disappeared into opened and the two of them stepped out, Bettit holding a small box.

"Got it," she said with a smile that had very little to do with what she was holding as she started walking over to rejoin her friend. "We should probably- do you hear that?"

The demo paused and turned her head quizzically toward the door, the other adult's gaze following just in time to see it open a crack and something come rolling in before it slammed shut again. Quickly recognizing the thing as some sort of bomb, she tossed the box at Vakros, who automatically put his hands up to catch it as Bettit darted over, half-diving to make a grab for the explosive.

She was too late. The thing exploded with a brilliant flash of light, blinding and deafening everyone in the room.

* * * * *

Kalor kicked the heavy door in, noting that it didn't open fully before coming to a stop; there must have been someone just on the other side. He kicked it again with a heavy THUD (or two, rather, as whoever it was hit the ground) and stepped inside, looking down to see one of the targets, Bettit, laying prone. The door must have hit her fairly hard; a lump was already swelling above her temple, the skin slightly broken and bleeding sluggishly.

Mentally shrugging, the spy took a quick survey of the rest of the room; the mender was holding the box. He moved to secure the item, but the grey gremlin seemed to recover from the effects of the flash bomb surprisingly fast; he blinked a few times, and his gaze slid past Kalor to see the other gremlin on the floor before he darted in that direction.

Kalor took a swing at the mender, who ducked, the thwackhammer grazing his ears. He brought the hammer around for another swipe, but aborted the attack as something hot hit him in the back of the head and trickled down his neck. He turned just in time to see a now-empty pipe clatter off his shoulders to the floor, and the man of the house squinting at him as he brandished a stool.

* * * * *

Gista screamed and backed up against the wall once her vision had returned enough to see the intruder swinging a thwackhammer around her living room. Nearly frozen in terror, her hands fluttered toward her stomach in an unconscious protective gesture as her eyes darted around the room searching for her son. Not turning her head to look lest she call attention to him, she finally spotted Muren in one of his habitual hiding spots, wedged between the back of the sofa and the wall.

Hopefully, the intruder hadn't noticed him before and he would be safe there ... with her son hidden and her daughter already injured, the only thing Gista thought she could do was protect her last child by staying out of the fight.

* * * * *

Vakros was in no position to dodge again directly after ducking the first swipe of the intruder's thwackhammer, so he was relieved to see the other gremlin turn in response to being hit in the back of the head with Teret's pipe.

The mender used the reprieve to set the box down in the nearest chair and swing his wrench wand around into a fighting position as he assessed the situation; Bettit was already down with an injury (whether the culprit had been the door or the actual attacker, Vakros was unsure), her father was readying to block a thwackhammer with a wooden stool of all things, and her mother seemed to be entirely out of her wits against the far wall. Muren was nowhere to be seen.

Furious, Vakros charged the intruder, crazily swinging his wrench as the thwackhammer connected with Teret's stool, splintering the top and staggering him a step. The older gremlin planted his foot squarely on Muren's container of bearings, which slid out from under him and sent him backward to the floor.

At the same time, Vakros' wrench landed a glancing blow down the intruder's back, and the latter returned his attention to the only one in the room with a viable weapon. The mender and the thwacker traded a few blows; the mender took the brunt of the hits, and fear started creeping in upon Vakros' anger as he realized he was outmatched.

* * * * *

Teret scrambled to his feet, kicking bearings out of his path as Bettit's friend duked it out with the intruder. His mind raced with mingled fear and determination to protect his family as he dashed to grab the heavy hammer that had been leaning half-forgotten against the wall since he had used it to fix the roof a few decacycles ago.

Winding the thing back over his shoulder, he swung it into the thwacker's side. The older gremlin did't have time to react as the intruder reflexively made a wild swing in response.

The last thing Teret saw was the head of the thwackhammer coming toward his face before everything went black and he crumpled to the ground.

* * * * *

This was getting ridiculous.

Kalor hadn't expected this group of gremlins to put up much of a fight, but here he was with a potential broken rib and a mender crazily swinging a wrench wand at him. The mender already had to have been injured - he had connected with enough hits to break several ribs himself - and he wasn't supposed to kill him.He registered the sound of the female gremlin screaming from where she had stood throughout the altercation, but paid it little heed. It was time to end this.

The thwacker stepped backward a few paces, careful not to trip over the fallen gremlin or his hammer. He frowned inwardly as he dug a stun vial out of his bag; the growing pool of blood beneath the other's head indicated that he had struck him harder than intended.

As the mender reeled back for another swing, a snarl curling his lip, Kalor chucked the vial of liquid at him. The mender staggered a bit and dropped his wrench wand, his eyes unfocused. Rushing in to shoulder him in the chest while he was still stunned, Kalor knocked the other gremlin to the ground and wrestled him into position as he drew a length of cord from his bag. When the mender's wrists and ankles had been bound and his arms secured to his sides, the spy turned his attention to the female gremlin. She still seemed frozen, which was good enough for him at the moment.

Kalor activated the com unit as he strode over to the chair on which the box lay, picking it up and examining it closely. "Come in. I've secured the box and subdued the subjects," he said into it as he stepped back over to Teret's body, picking up the mender's oddly-colored wrench wand on the way. He nudged the other gremlin's head with a foot so that he could see the pulpy injury and open eyes.

"Although we seem to have had a casualty."

((Yup. I went there. Been planning it for awhile, actually.

I figure Muren was sitting on the floor behind some furniture and not visible from the vantage point. If they had been observing the family for awhile and know about him, they'd also know he's essentially mute and useless for questioning.))

The end of the Raving Rabids

As Blouri blasted the last of the rabid wolvers into a waiting zombie, Mialii took stock of her team; she and the other Kat were both unhurt, but they had lost one zombie and three were badly injured. The rest were in various states of needing minor medical attention. She caught sight of Jinks, who also seemed unharmed, and after a moment she noticed Terarr lying in a bush. She wasn't quite sure how that happened.

"Is Terarr alright?" the nurse mewed at Jinks as she removed some ecto drops from her medical pouch and started tending to the most severely-injured of the zombies.

((OMG ... this stuff is hard to write with an endless string of children's songs playing on YouTube three feet away. D: Please excuse any errors or profound lapses in judgement.))

Name: Tappet

Race: Gremlin

Gender: Male

Personality: Quiet, stealthy, attentive to everything, cautious of everyone. Rarely trusts anyone and rarely believes that socialisation is something outside the giving and taking of orders. Overall bad socialistion skills.

Appearance: Stands unusually more upright than the average gremlin, has a vertical scar accross his right eye, wears the Shadowsun set.

Equipment: Shadowsun set, Blackhawk, Storm Driver, Magnus, Vile striker, Barbarous thorn shield.

Skills: Skilled Gunslinger, Good in quick swordfights but weak in extended periods of close quarters combat, Very stealthy and fast.

Biography: Born in Emberlight, Tappet gained useful information from knights and learnt much about the monsters existing within the Clockworks while growing up. He experimented with the weapons used by knights, and discovered his skill in using guns and failure in bombing. He gained his current personality when a group of Ironclaw Gremlins tortured him in a Slimeway for the fun of it, saying that he was not a true Gremlin and deserved to die. Fortunately, Tappet was saved by a knight who killed his tormentors swiftly with a Dread venom striker and took him back to Emberlight. The knight, feeling that Tappet was a trustworthy Gremlin offered to teach Tappet how to defend himself in the future, and Tappet accepted. He then learnt how to be stealthy, fast in his steps, quick with a blade and alert at all times. His experience in guns came from his own personal training.

Additional facts: Has a soft spot for wolver pups.

Suggestions: None

Seal of the Rebellion: T.C.R

((Bear with me guys, school has started up and I'm very squeezed for time these days, I'll try and get something done later but for now I'm handing Snarp over to Remi and Treaman. See you guys!))

Geez that title saying that there's one position open temps me, but dayum 14 pages of text is something i dont have the attention span to read xD.

And I doubt that any of you are willing to summarize 14 pages of text.

I could join now and be completely clueless on what happened, or not join at all.

100 moderately lengthy posts are still a lot.

anyways, i think i join this, just to keep me busy.

Name: Triav

Race: Devilite

Gender: Male

Personality: Fidgety, impatient, constantly mumbles comprehensible gibberish (The kind that doesn't makes sense but everyone understands it non the less). Once he gets his "coffee", he quiets down and relaxes enough for comprehensible speech. He isn't as insane as many thinks he is, but so as long as he has his "coffee", he'll be fine. Enjoys reading The Anarchists' Cookbook. When he isnt insane, it shows that he cares and loves for all things and doesnt wish for their immediate destruction. But even in his tranquil state, he can be instantly sent back to insanity if the mere reminder of work finds its way into his attention. He treats fighting Knights like a game; and he's playing it for the game's own sake.

Appearance: He wears a face paint to resemble Unstable Explosive Jelly, a blood red beret, a pair of circular glasses, an unbuttoned office shirt collar with no tie and plenty of mini-nade and bombs strapped onto him.

Equipment: a Devilite sized supply pack, A multiple set of mini-jell-o-nades and 1 Spiralian Blast Bomb.

Skills: His physiology to not die, but gets punctured and deflate. He carries around a patch kit and a tank of dark essence to fix himself up. Has a great throwing right arm and quick to dodge attacks.

Biography: He once lived a mundane life of office work, paperwork after paperwork, filing orders and invoices day in, day out. Until the knights came and made everything in the office hectic. Everything was a mess and was needed yesterday. There was to breaks and there was no going back home either. Most only fainted from exhaustion or suffered severe coffee breakdowns. Everything was in turmoil.

Unable to bode with 24/7 overtime, Triav snapped. He killed his boss and everyone else in the area. He utterly destroyed his workplace in less than a day and is immediately sent to a Devilite sanatorium. But the padded walls and soft floors did stop him. He broke out and through will power, manage to calm himself down to find that anarchism is really enjoying.

He found out that throwing bombs at knights is very stress relieving and cooking up better bombs is very entertaining. One day, he faced off against his Spiralian Knight counterpart, a Mad Bomber. He and the Knight went head to head with their bomb throwing and utter destruction, all the while discussing about the day like nothing is happening. They both failed at eradicating each other and the Knight was still very alive. But before leaving, the knight gave the little Devilite a Blast Bomb as a gift for giving him a great time. Triav will always remember that crazy Knight.

But over time, his passion for blowing knights to smithereens for pure mindless fun has long dissipated, his string of easy victories made his game less enjoyable. and now has set himself up for hire. He heard about the Renegades and his explosive inner anarchist sparked back to life with hope to blow more things up for the sake of it.

Additional facts: His so called "Coffee" is nothing more than tea. He doesnt like people knowing he drinks it. He keeps a big flask of it with him. He become even more unstable if he runs out of it and is willing to detonate anyone who prevents him from getting any more.

Suggestions: None

Seal of the Rebellion: T.C.R.

Hope this gets considered.

Anyone think the character I created is overpowered? I mean, he does have a Storm Driver.

Hopefully I won't have to change my character, but if I have to just say it.

"Um.. guys?" Elias could see a large contingent of gremlins, frostifurs, and constructs heading toward them, and from the faint senses he gathered from being so far away, he could at least tell that none of them were too happy, "too many to fight, we gotta go!"
1 of the gremlins turned, and Elias had a start as he realized this gremlin had found what the group was looking for: them. As the group began to race in their direction, Elias used the yet-unclaimed heating vest he had made and melted the ice and snow across the span of the path and 5 feet along its length. Grabbing Snarp and signalling Net to follow, he fled from the giant puddle he had created and detached his pulsar from the vest. As they ran, he set the gun to rifle mode and checked the progress of the gremlins. When they were inches from the puddle, he fired 2 rounds, the first knocking back anything that got past the puddle, the second electrifying the entire patch of pathway, electrocuting the contingent. That won't hold them for long, I need to find a way outta here.
They entered a small room, dead-ended by a previously used party switch. going that way won't help, we'd be back where we started. he thought. He noticed that to the left was another path with about a 20ft gap between them. At that moment, Elias got 1 of those 'crazy enough to work' ideas. "Snarp, I can't carry both of you, so I need u to mold yourself as tightly as you can against Net..." He sensed Snarps puzzlement change to horror as Elias leapt over the gap with the use of thoughts of a light silkwing in his head. He took the wires of the vest apart, exposed the plasma cell he had modified the pulsar with, and wrapped the cords around it to amplify its power. "I really hope i don't overload it with the weight," he concerned himself, then to Snarp, "Ready?... I'm sorry!"
Elias placed the same magnet as before into the barrel, sensed Snarp's dread as he braced himself and Nets confusion as to what he meant. Elias pulled the trigger as he imagined himself as a boulder to weigh himself down and braced against a rail. A second later, the force of the gun pulling at the coil in Snarp and the weight of him and Net pulled the wind out of him, but he was able to keep himself steady as the 2 were flung off the edge and downward into space, only to be swung in an arch to 10ft below him. Straining to keep steady, he increased the power setting on the pulsar. He could feel the gun getting hotter and hotter as his anchor inched upward. Just as he imagined it would explode, he was able to take 1 hand away and grip on of the spikes on Snarp and pull him up with 2 grunted heaves.
As the 3 of them sat, Elias panting in exhaustion with a scorch mark from the overheating magnet, he apologized again to Snarp for putting him through that again, left the cords on the plasma cell, since they were too hot to remove yet, and turned to see the bewildered faces of the gremlins who finally arrived after their preliminary shock. "They don't know whats happened yet, so lets get moving before they spot us again. Oh, here Net, try some of these, they should warm you up a bit." He handed her the peppers he had dug out of his pack, and hoped she would take them as he started walking through the corridor ahead.

((HUZZAH, IDEAS :D))

((Hey I'm here and still interested! However, I will be gone most of the time over the course of the next two weeks but will try to make larger posts when i get the chance. I also have something to clarify: Are we allowed to create other non-renegade characters on our own?))

((I'm still here, but I'll be gone for the next week...so Tev, if you want to continue as if Vakky is still in a daze, then thats fine. Buhbye!))

((...on what it is. You want to chat about it in-game? We had a plan for introducing you, but if you have another idea, I'd like to hear it

EDIT: I'm actually very likely to be on 8 hours from now. See you then if we happen to run into each other!))

((Just enjoying the sun. Did you get my message, Azure-Orbit?))

((Haha, no problem ... I'm not actually in a hurry. More just stating that since all my characters are currently either incapacitated, dead, or otherwise unable to move (Gista being petrified and Muren being ... well, Muren), there's not really anything for me to do in the house at the moment until someone comes in to start interrogations. (You remember what I asked to happen during that time, right? If you don't feel it fits with what they're trying to do, I can always have it happen some other way.) ))

Mialii

Mialii harrumphed and went back to tending her injured zombie- she would check on Terarr in a few moments. Before she could get that far, however, she heard a loud SLAP! coming from the devilites' direction, followed by a series of them and Jinks yelling. Glancing over in alarm, the Spookat nurse saw what Jinks was up to.

"Oh for Vog's sake .... stop that!" She shot Jinks one of those looks that a Kat usually gets when they're about to take a bite out of something obnoxious. "If he has any injuries, you'll only make them worse!"

In a huff, Mialii finished stabilizing the injured zombie and then went to check on Terarr before Jinks knocked him silly. A few of the zombies, the uninjured ones or those who weren't badly hurt, snickered as she shooed the devilite off of his injured friend; it usually took a lot to ruffle the saccharine little nurse, but Jinks was managing nicely.

Jinks glared at the spookat nurse, but did what he was told. He walked over to a bush, sat on it, but being a roundish devilite, he fell off. The undead snickered again. Jinks was getting angrier by the seacond. "Why did I come with this stupid group?" He thought angrily to himself. "It's Terarr's fault. I should have ignored him, but no. I had to listen to him." Jinks spent the time they weren't moving thinking thoughts like these. Then, Terarr stirred. He was okay! Jinks's angry thoughts evapurated immedeitly. His happiness made him fall off the bush. Again. The undead started laghing. Jinks's happiness countered the anger of being laughed at, but he wasn't as happy as he was when he saw that Terarr was okay.

((I can't think of a good way to stop! I feel that this is too sudden, but I couldn't think of any good ways to end. I guess you'll have to pick up on it here :\))

Edit: ((Tevokkia, you can decide when Terarr wakes up. I personally don't know when you want to get moving again.))

((Sorry this took so long, I hadn't even noticed Scharr's reply until Tev pointed it out to me XD
also Azure, would Scharr count as a notable NPC?))

Conceding the point to the Retrode, Tickafir shut his trap, paying closer attention to his surroundings. "This seems to be the main docking port for those mechs, this panel aughta open it." the Mechanic mused to himself, examining the controls on it, "Hmm, this may take longer then i thought..."
Turning to Scharr, Tickafir stated, "I have two options here. I can easily open this and rewire it to open that door, but it would set an alarm off which would call quite a few constructs, and probably some gremlins as well. Or I could try to search for the code to activate it, but that would take a lot longer. If I were alone, I would go the long way, but since we're kind of in a rush to get out of here and get you fixed, I'm wanting the opinion of a combatant as well."

The quicksilver watched as the Ash Tail was knocked a distance by a titanic blow. Now would be time to act.
Snarp promptly turned into a blue blur and took on a carefully calculated trajectory, hitting snow piles and kicking them up in the air, while attempting to "aim" some of them at the guns.

A sizeable chunk of snow landed squarely on one of the Pepperboxes. Snarp relaxed and watched as the gun fired a few bullets through the snow on its barrel, inevitably melting the frost. The gun jammed from the water, and the rotating barrel rotated faster, apparently trying to fire still. The gun started to smoke, give off sparks, and eventually, it burst into flames.
((Okay, took one of the guns out. Treaman, go ahead and pick the other one up. Watch out for bats. Eheheh.))

((I never said she actually got hit. <.> Whatever. Bit late now.))

"Ouch," Net muttered, a bit of an understatement considering the large gash in her side. As her vision cleared, she noticed Elias next to her. He helped her up and walked off down the passage.
She was not sure what happened next, but suddenly Elias was flying off the level. She bounded to the edge, unable to do anything. A bit of wind-
Net leapt backwards as the Barbarous Thorn Blade swiped at her. Then the other sword.
Too bad, mech- oh. Gremlin. She was slowly learning its tactics.
And then a strange red and yellow thing dropped at her feet. She inspected it. A bomb. Which exploded, nearly choking her.
But Net was quite relieved. Aside from the fact that some of the mist got into her lungs and was rather painful, it was an elemental bomb and produced fire, both of which she resisted, so she was able to grin up at the gremlin, who scowled back.
Another object landed at her feet. Didn't look too friendly.
She gasped as this bomb exploded, filling her with spikes. As she was blasted away, a stray spike snatched at her paw and pinned it to the ground. Net wrenched it out, then looked around for Snarp.

((Nope, Aerorune, we haven't forgotten you- it's just that nobody has actually returned to base yet. Soon! Hopefully ... ))

Mialii

Mialii started checking Terarr for serious injuries, but she hadn't gotten halfway through her examination before he started to stir; apparently had had just been knocked silly by the blast.

"Oh good, you're awake," the nurse mewed as the little devilite opened his eyes and blinked up at her in a bleary sort of way. "Anything hurting? And you! Stop sniggering!" she added to the wisecracking undead, who had started telling off-color jokes among themselves.

It didn't take her long to finish the examination; he appeared unharmed, but she gave him a bit of Dark Matter suspension in case he was in any pain before turning her attention back to the rest of the zombies. As none of them were as badly injured as the first ones, the group was fit to resume moving shortly thereafter.

"Alright everyone, let's see if we can find ourselves another elevator before anything else happens," the Spookat told her crew. With that, they headed deeper into the Wolver Den.

((If the Den you ended up on was supposed to be this one, this is your cue, Tear! XD))

Scharr

"You overestimate the rush," Scharr stated. "While I wish to commence repairs as quickly as possible, it is unlikely that there will be any Knights here to cause a problem while you search for the code. Analysis indicates that attracting attention would be counterproductive: I estimate an 85% chance that it would result in our being unable to retrieve any of the machines."

Having said his piece, Scharr stepped away to stand guard while Tickafir did his work. It was difficult to predict his chance of success without more data, which concerned the retrode somewhat, but with such a poor projected outcome, he was willing to take his chances on this route. He also lacked the data to properly analyze the gremlin's chance of surviving an encounter should they attract attention, and he did not wish to risk losing the only possible source of repair he had found thus far.

Foreman Kexed

It was a bit later than Foreman Kexed had wanted to be in his office, but it had been a bit of a hectic work period and he was just now finishing up his paperwork. At this point, he was really looking forward to going home.

But it was not to be. A knock came on the door, and he wearily stood to answer it, pressing a knuckle to the spot between his eyes where he could feel the first inklings of a headache starting. Kex rather hoped that whatever it was wouldn't turn out to be a lengthy affair, despite the fact that it was likely important if they had bothered to navigate the construction zone around his office building after the lights had dimmed.

"Greetings," he started as he opened the door. "What can I-"

Kexed stopped his greeting abrubptly, the blood draining from his face, and cleared his throat as he took in the sight that met him. A whole contingent of Colony-uniformed gremlins stood, partly in the construction area and partly out. While that was worrying enough, one gremlin stood out: one hooded and swathed in robes of crimson.

The Foreman's mind raced- what had happened lately that might bring a member of the Crimson Order here? Had it been that business with Vitras? He couldn't see how that could be, considering everything (that he was aware of) had been cleaned up by now. Had someone from the Borough run afoul of the Colony somehow? Unlikely, as the only citizens who frequently left the Borough were his brother and Velt, who would have mentioned it if something had happened. And Gista's daughter, but she had been missing for ... well, even as accident-prone as Bettit was, Kexed doubted she would have been able to rile the Colony enough to warrant a visit.

"Well then. Ah ... what can I do for you?" Kex asked cautiously after clearing his throat a second time, an expression of worry crinkling his features. He was an average-looking gremlin in just about every way, the only exception being his particularly boring manner of dress. Truth be told, only in Stone Field would he be in any sort of leadership position, and even here he had only been the Foreman for a handful of cycles.

Whatever was going on, he wasn't ready for it. He just hoped that it wouldn't end in trouble for his people.

Noticed me yet?