Boo!

((Don't worry, Zhaver- we'll continue the Outskirts. I was waiting on Pi. Your character has not been destroyed by Monsterbrine; his post #853 is void due to an obvious breach of the rules, as stated in the opening post.

Thanks for the info, Ironic. If you have a question about any of my attacks, I'll happily answer it. But... can you acknowledge the large number of attacks that just got chucked at your Inquisitor?

Monsterbrine, a villain that's too easy to beat is no fun to fight. And... hey, isn't the Apocrea evil? By the way, it would be nice if you could edit your posts instead of posting multiple times in a row...

...oh, and Monsterbrine, one more instance of power play and that's it. You'll be entirely ignored no matter what you do. Look at the link at the top of page 15 if you don't know what power play is.))

--Profiteur's Warehouse--

Upon seeing the Inquisitor's bolters drawn, Erk glared. That was the kind of weapon that had so nearly killed him and Serra, not too long ago...

Erk and Serra both leapt backward, minimizing the damage from the attack; the damage they'd taken was beginning to add up. Rick rolled under the shot aimed at him, aiming an uppercut with the Frying Pan at the Inquisitor.

Engie chuckled. "Sentry. Do your thing."

"AFFIRMATIVE." The Super Sentry lifted both flamethrowers, then Airblasted the Bolter projectile, sending it back in the Inquisitor's direction at double its original speed.

Profiteur Defaulted to take the bullet with minimal damage; two of his Henchmen took damage. Three henchmen responded with Bolters of their own, while two more Henchmen charged with brass knuckles in hand.

"So, Inquisitor, you choose to fight, rather than reason?" Erk shrugged. "You're the hero of your own story alone. Flee while you can!" Erk lifted his Rexcalibur tome, ready to try a new technique; Serra ran backward, using a shelf as cover, while using Physic on Erk to heal some of his wounds.

Two more Henchmen climbed out of the basement.

--Kurduhm, Outskirts--

"Keep running!"

Severa looked over her shoulder. Sonus and Claptrap were right behind her, and... yeah, that was the Spy.

"Okay, stop. I think we're clear of them." Severa doubled over. "Urgh... word of advice, don't stand next to an explosion if you can help it."

"You all right, mi- uh, Severa?"

Severa shrugged. "I'll be fine. I've taken worse hits."

"Well..." Spy removed his disguise. "While we've got the cover of trees, let's talk. Severa, I assume you've found out what you wanted about Kurduhm?"

"Yeah. Freaks... Profiteur was right about them!" Severa clenched her fists. "What's the first stage of the plan?"

"Hmmm. Well, we're to stay as far from Colchus Primus as possible. Profiteur warned us about... 'idiots', as he put it. What I'd do for a city without homicidal maniacs..."

"The plan, minion! What's the plan?"

The Spy glowered at Claptrap. "Call me minion again and you will regret it."

"Uh, okay, mi-ster Spy! What's the plan?"

Spy shrugged. "We're supposed to wait for the dead of night, then sneak into Kurduhm from the rear gate. From there, we enter the factory and rig up the western Inter-City Teleporter to allow F-level access."

Claptrap threw his arms into the air. "Yeaaaah! Now we're getting somewhere. So where are we going to wait?"

"Well... that's the problem." Spy shook his head. "Profiteur didn't specify a proper launch point. I'd assume, however, that if we take the forested route west, then south..."

"...And head around through the swamp? Then wait there until the dead of night... that should work."

"Indeed it should." Spy turned to Sonus. "Is this one new to your team?"

"Yeah." Severa pointed in Sonus's direction. "His name's Sonus. There should be a Pegasus Knight, too. Loud, name is Cynthia, loud, carries a lance, loud..."

--Tower of Turrets, Floor 1--

The Mini-Sentry was hacked, and promptly destroyed itself. (No other turret was hacked.)

"OK, but Sentius ... this is heat. You must fight it and you will not be hacking the turret ... you! Please cavity is opposed to rock"

A voice echoed, "Okay, better. Now be prepared to dodge- you're not bulletproof."

--Tower of Turrets, Floor 2--

On the second Floor awaited a non-mechanical (and thus non-hackable) behemoth of a turret...
THE STONE CANNON
(20000 HP, SHOOTS ENORMOUS ROCKS AND HAS A STRONG DEFENSE)

--Profiteur's Warehouse--

"Cover won't save you, crapsack!" Rick aimed a rocket so that its splash damage would hit behind the pillar; Super Sentry waited for the Inquisitor to roll out of the way; as soon as he jumped out from behind cover, Super Sentry would fire its Laser Cannon.

Meanwhile, one of the Henchmen turned toward Serra, brass knuckles readied.

"What the- hey!" Serra lifted her tome. "Just what are you-"

"The Inquisitor's controlling his mind. Get him out."

"Right!" Serra lifted her Restore staff, and the Henchman suddenly stopped, then turned to face Profiteur.

"Sir! Mind control!"

"Yes, yes, zis mind control falls under Charm. Rebuff Lockets out, gentlemen!"

As if on cue, Profiteur's henchmen reached for strange lockets that they then hung around their neck. Profiteur laughed. "HA! Zese lockets contain ze picture of something important to the user. Your mind tricks won't work here, half-wit!"

Profiteur proceeded to throw Pay to Play to the Super Sentry, increasing its chance of a critical hit at the expense of a little money. "For ze finest machine in this land- including theirs."

"THANK YOU."

The rest of Profiteur's henchmen continued firing, or running up to the Inquisitor. Erk watched this as he treated Serra's wounds with his own Heal staff. "You're all right, correct?"

"I'm okay... just a little tired of constant fighting."

Two more henchmen came from downstairs.

((If you have a SK account then i think we should meet up on SK. My SK name is Zhaver send me some mail and maybe we can meet... but i do get if you dont want to though))

The Inquisitor has one more spell he can use, affecting the Henchman. Erk and Serra, being psykers were immune to it, but he attempts to send a scream of psychic agony through the weak-willed buffoon's minds.

Meanwhile, a Thunderhawk flew over the city, and flew over the warehouse, dropping four armoured figures down. They slammed through the roof, and landed flanking the Inquisitor. They had storm bolters in one hand, and force weapons* in the other. All had the distinct presence of a psyker.

A Grey Knight dashed in front of a Henchman, standing easily four feet above the tall man. It raises it's hand, holding a glowing halberd, and brings it down in a deadly chop.

Two shot lethal arcs of lightning at the rest of the Henchman.

The third drew a frag grenade, and chucked it.

*Weapons that conduct psychic power

((first of i just want to say, HOLY CRAP THAT IS EPIC. as much as i love fighting and as much as Sonus LOVES fighting for a sec it looked like some story was unfolding and believe me i love story more then fighting. Thats not to say that fighting is bad, i mean how else would the world solve its problems. I guess what im trying to say here is that i fell like there where some times when a story was about to unfold but because we had to fight some big bad enemy it couldn't and you know what... i dont know crap. I just joined so this guy could be important to something your going to add to the story or something that happend in the past, like i said i just joined and im to lazy to read 16 pages of this stuff (as good as it may be). Regardless we will still kick his ass like anyone else who dare try to harm us))

A big grin grew over Sonus face. "Good" he said "Let more come! Red twins, get ready!"

(( Law enforcement: Not Space Marines. Space Marines: Elite, mutant humans. These specific Grey Knights serve the Inquisition. ))

The Inquisitor mutters a few words into a vox, and a minute later a sleek, Aquilla-class aircraft lands next to him. Him and the Knights hop in, and it seals up and flies a few hundred feet in the air.

He walks to the cockpit, and takes the controls, and mans the controls, and finds Erk and Serra through a sensor. He begins to fly to them, and rocket pods drop down from the wings, and assault cannons spool up.

((Some characters are original

I guess since you made Severa an advanced class, I'll make Cynthia a advanced class now too, even though I never acknowledged it before))

--Tower of Turrets, Floor 10--

The merchant looked at Translation Trainwreck confused at what he said, but finally looked at his watch and said, "Sorry, someone is requesting my goods now, so I have to go! Bye." Purple light rose where the merchant was, and the merchant disappeared into a demonic-looking portal, leaving dark ritual markings on the ground.

--Colchus Primus, Alleyway--

The merchant appeared in an alleyway, in front of a man suspected to be a Psyker who said, "Invisibility cloak."

"Sorry sir, I'm fresh out out of those, I'll be getting more next Thursday. Is there anything else you would like?" said the merchant

"Next Thursday? I don't think I have the time. I guess I'll take anything to escape these freaks."

"Want to escape freaks and pummel your enemies at the same time? Well you can do both with the Pegasus Boots! Used by heroes of time wearing green everywhere! Just 59.99!"

"It's THAT expensive?"

"It's the only one in 100 miles as this item is not common, I'm giving you a very good deal."

"I guess so then," said the man as he gave the merchant 59.99.

"Thank you," said the merchant, and then heard the explosion. "Ooh," he thought, "I bet that's a good place to sell some blast immunity plates." The merchant started walking towards the explosion, and bumped into Wes on the way.

--Kurduhm, Hawk Forest--

"Coming!" said Cynthia, as she started running towards the others, but tripped on the way. She heard something as she was on the ground. She turned around to see Praetorian sliceing through the trees like butter. "A villian!" Cynthia said, getting on her pegasus, "Well I'll be a hero!" Cynthia got out an Arcfire tome and used it against it, only she missed it and set a tree on fire, which was spreading. "Oops," she said as Praetorian came towards her

--Inside the tank--

"Ha ha!" said the King of Thieves, "It has seemed to have started burning that silly forest, now I can get this thing to get them!" The King of Thieves started auto-pilot again as the tank went over to the forest."

The owner of the tank struggled to get free, until he finally had a idea. He wiggled towards where he had his gunblade and motioned to try to cut his ropes with it. The King of Thieves wasn't looking.

((So quite...))

((I dont really think my character is vary upstanding nor do i want him to be so much and he is slightly insane (this is assuming that you where talking to me doctor... sorry i have this thing like i fell like whenever someone says something like what you just said its always at me wether it is or not) and one more thing. God yes! When i saw that you added Wes my heart skipped a beat!))

((I think I might be making another character to challenge Translation Trainwreck

Yeah, I will

For story purposes, I'll say Aurora was in the warehouse))

--Tower of Turrets, Floor 1--

"A strange dungeon waiting to be concurred? This will be no challenge for NYLOCKE, MASTER OF CONCURRING MYSTERIOUS DUNGEONS!" said Nylocke, as he walked into the dungeon. He noticed that there was nothing there but broken parts. "Strange," he said, "It seems that someone has already been here, but that will not stop NYLOCKE, MASTER OF DEFEATING ALREADY DEFEATED DUNGEONS! WOOSH!" Nylocke ran up the steps to go to the second floor, and saw the stone turret. "What is this foul sorcery?" he asked, "But this will not prove as a challenge to NYLOCKE, MASTER OF DEFEATING STRANGE TURRETS MADE OF STONE!" Nylocke charged directly at the stone turret with blade in hand and attacked it.

--Colchus Primus, Street--

However, the merchant followed Wes after what Wes said to try to sell him some "Human-Away" spray to reduce the amount of humans bumping into him. He noticed that Wes was now talking to a soldier, trying to get info.

"Excuse me sir, but if you are trying to find out what happened, would you like to buy some throwable truth syrum? Just throw the bottle at someone who you want to tell the truth to you and they won't be able to do otherwise, side effects include that person being angry at you because you just threw a bottle at their face. Perhaps the miniture time machine, set the time to whatever you want and you go to that time. It also comes with a built in microwave, just don't get the microwave and time travel buttons mixed up. How about a..."

--Kurduhm, Hawk Forest--

Cynthia switched over to Arcwind and fired it at Praetorian, which dealt only half damage as the Praetorian has 50% wind resist

The Praetorian took the hit from the corrosive bullet, but only took half damage due to 100% poison resist (The half came from the actual bullet.)

Praetorian buffed its self, giving it 50% more Defense and Magic defense, 20% more evade and accuracy, and giving it the brave status (Always crits, if someone hits him with a crit, it will miss)

The fire burnt a path big enough for the tank

--Inside the tank--

"Huzzah!" said the king of thieves, he however didn't notice the tank owner getting up without the ropes and with his gunblade, and was going to stab him, until the last second, in which he countered with another sword he stole, and they started dueling inside the tank.

--Kurduhm, Artisans' Quarter--

Profiteur led the group out of the basement into Kurduhm's Artisans' Quarter, a historic district with brick roads and buildings ranging from a hundred to two thousand years old. There seemed to be some kind of panic; craftsmen were hurriedly packing their wares into whatever vehicle they had on hand.

"Strange. They have multiple wanted posters hung for the same people." Erk looked at one wall. "See? They've got this fellow with the ski mask on this one... and then the same fellow with the ski mask about two hundred feet away, still within sight of the first instance of Ski-mask guy."

"Hmmm. Better keep my hair in shorter tails. If I scowl, I might look a little like this girl here..."

"Yo, this one says 'actual size'! That robot's a shorty! Man, how's this puny thing get 84 counts of murder, is he like a mini Death Star or somethin'?"

"Wait up just a second." Engie glowered at the poster of the man in the ski mask. "Hell, I know this one. And if he's against us..." Engie scowled, memories of destroyed nests and stabs from behind flooding back. "We're in for a right doggone nasty time."

--Kurduhm, North Watchtower--

"Sir! There appears to be a fire in the Hawk Forest!"

"Argh! That forest is practically a three-thousand-year-old grave! Somebody fire up the Range Soaker. I'm busy trying to get through to this guy."

The Kurduhm captain sent another transmission to the High Inquisitor's ship. "Hey. Kurduhm to Imperial Moron. You are in both our airspace and the range of our AA guns. State. Your. Business! Heck, at least bang on whatever space radio you have, so I know you're hearing me!"

--Kurduhm, Hawk Forest--

((But... Corrosion isn't poison, it's acid. No hard feelings, though; it's easy to make that mistake considering all the things in Spiral Knights talking about corrosion and poison like they're the same thing.))

"No, no, no!" Severa pointed to the spreading fire. "Cynthia, I meant use it on the fire! ...Spy, hand this thing to Sonus, he looks like a wreck."

Spy found a Vulnerary flying directly at him; he caught it mid-air and tossed it to Sonus. "Go on, use that. It'll heal you."

"Right... So, Claptrap. How are we going to fight this guy?"

"Well, you could pull off daredevil moves with that Hammer again..."

Severa's brow furrowed at the thought of getting into direct melee combat with the huge knight. "Any other bright ideas?"

"Ooh! I know. You can chop down a tree with your axe and knock it on his head! ...Worth a shot?"

"Okay, Claptrap? Killing bandits with a Hand Axe takes like two hits. Killing a TREE with a Hand Axe takes a whole lot more than two hits.

"Enough!" Spy was right behind them. "Goad it into charging into one of my sappers. Those should give it some issues. And use that Hammer, because this thing has a ridiculous amount of armor."

"As good a plan as any..." Severa lifted her Hammer as Spy slipped a Sapper behind her. "You! Come on and fight me. Unless you're too scared."

--Colchus Primus, Empty Lot--

"Huh." Wes shook his head. "Well, it's nice to know about an incoming attack, but I'll be fine. And that doesn't tell me a lot about what the heck just happ- What?"

The last word was addressed to Skarmory, who'd poked Wes on the shoulder. Skarmory gestured toward the new guy.

"Yeah, I heard him. Look, sorry, man, but I gotta talk to this guy. I'll check out your gear later. Now, soldier. Why exactly is that building... gone?"

--Tower of Turrets, Second Floor--

Nylocke's blade struck the Stone Cannon for quite a bit of damage, putting a crack in its stone armor. The Stone Cannon retaliated by aiming and launching a four-foot-wide rock directly at Nylocke.

"Hey, now, that's better." The feminine voice echoed in Nylocke's head. "Seriously, the last guy to try and get me out of here tried to run past the stupid things. Just make sure you're the master of dodging, too."

Translation Trainwreck's voice roared, "If you have failed to win in Tower I, II, I think, because Nylocke. The next groundbreaking offensive to me, it should be sent to the precipice of Collapse! No luck, chance, and you can save me!

(Stone Cannon's health: 9850)
(Original meaning of Trainwreck's sentence before Google Translate got ahold of it: Entirely butchered)

((I'll respond in Kurduhm: North Watchtower and Colchus Primus: Empty Lot. Everywhere else, I'll still be waiting on Zhaver and Pi^5.

Be warned. Kurduhm has a powerful military with a variety of weaponry near-equal, if not equal, in strength to the imperial city. Starting a war would be a bad idea.))

--Kurduhm, North Watchtower--

"Sheesh. Okay, then. Word of advice, though: in most cases, you oughta cut that smug attitude while you're in range of multiple AA batteries. You might live longer."

The captain turned off the transmission, then shook his head. "Frickin' jerk actin' like he's better than everyone. One day he's gonna get killed 'cause he's in love with himself. Hey, guys, five credits says we're gonna find his dead smug corpse within the week."

"Does that mean you're about to launch a Ship Destroyer?"

"What?! No! The last thing we need is war! Hey, is that Range Soaker ready?"

"Just a little more time, captain!"

--Colchus Primus, Empty Lot--

"Hey, hold on a minute." Wes pointed to his Skarmory. "I think I might be able to help you guys out. This bird? Tough as nails. I remember the time a steel girder fell on its head and it broke the girder. Ain't that right, Skarmory?"

Skarmory made a slow nod.

"Now, it's not so tough against fire or electricity. But hey, I've got some Pokemon for that, too. So what kind of enemies are you guys going up against?"

((Wes offers to help Guardsmen fight. Wes points out strong defense of his ally Skarmory. Guardsmen open fire.

Guardsmen must have taken intelligence as their dump stat.))

--Colchus Primus, Empty Lot--

Aaaaaaaand they fired. Wes was prepared for that.

As Skarmory flew backward, surprised by the lasers, Wes unleashed his Jumpluff. "Stun Spore!"

Jumpluff proceeded to leap out of its Poke Ball, and fly over the guardsmen at blinding speed, coating them with the temporary paralysis-inducing spores before returning to Wes's side.

"So how'd that plan work out, guys? Don't worry, that wears off in a few minutes. You all right, Skarmory?"

"Skar!" Skarmory stretched its wings. It hadn't taken much damage; the lasers had similar properties to the Steel-type attack Flash Cannon, which didn't harm Skarmory much at all. Jumpluff hadn't taken any damage.

Wes patted his arm; they'd landed a grazing hit, although whether this was by accident or on purpose was hard to tell. "So, if you'll shut up and listen for a few minutes, I'll let you know that NO, this is not some 'xeno' thing. Skarmory is a Pokemon. It's no threat to you unless I tell it to attack you, or unless you really make it mad. The same goes for Jumpluff. Now listen carefully. I'm just here to do a little business. I saw you were under attack, and out of the kindness of my heart, decided to offer my help. And what do you do? Do you accept a free soldier? Nope! You jerks shoot at my Skarmory. That's kinda rude, y'know?"

Wes began walking away. "Now, if I don't hear what the heck a 'xeno' is supposed to be in, like, fifteen seconds, I'll be leaving, and I'll be letting the internet know how you guys treat tourists, and you can have fun with zero tourism."

Then he remembered something. "Hey, salesman. You sell anything related to invisibility? I might need to go use a library, and knowing these jerks, they've probably got like ten snipers covering it in case people start reading 1984. Name the price in Poké."

((Not at all. But I think I ninja'd you by accident- can you respond to Wes? (And also, Fancy Pants and Aurora could probably walk out of Profiteur's Warehouse into Kurduhm's Artisans District; Erk, Serra, Rick and Engie are out there.)))

((You did))

"Nope, but I do believ- wait, did you say to name the price in Poké?" said the merchant. He then thought to himself, "Hmm, a new forgein currency possibly? Is it worth a lot? Can I scam with it? How much does he have? Am I just getting over excited? Could it just be fake money? Could it EVEN be money?" "Whats a Poké," the merchant asked finally

((...The ones that survived? Stun Spore is entirely non-lethal... do you mean the ones that weren't stunned?

By the way, did Fancy Pants follow Erk and company out into Kurduhm's Artisans District?))

--Colchus Primus, Empty Lot--

Skarmory jumped into the rocket's path and put up its wings to block, taking it with little trouble as it would take the usual Explosion.

"Forget this. Fly, Skarmory!"

Wes leapt onto Skarmory's back as it opened its wings, returning Jumpluff to its Poke Ball. As Skarmory began soaring out of the town, Wes shouted back, "So did you guys go 'shoot first, ask questions later' on these guys' ambassador or something?!"

The aircraft soared through the air, still keeping track of the two "witches". It flies at supersonic speeds, and soon Erk and Serra find themselves under assault cannon fire....

== OUTSKIRTS ==

The Daemon was huge. It towered fifteen feet in the air, and resembled a massive dragon-man hybrid. A greatsword was limply gripped in one hand, and the other hand held a huge banner. The banner was made of human skin, with symbols that made one's eyes hurt painted on in blood.

The siege was almost ready. The imputant Space Marine decoy had been put down in the Theatre, and the horde of Chaos lumbered forward.

== HAWK FOREST ==

The Sniper unit continues ghosting through the forest. One glimpses a Hawk Elf, and draws a long dagger and creeps up behind it, and strikes it in the spine. The xenos goes limp, and falls to the ground, it's first and second vertebrate neatly severed. One stuffs his body under a tree root, hidden. They continue their mission, taking careful reconassaince of the forest.

((Have you been reading? The Hawk Elves in Hawk Forest were wiped out. One person said they were wiped out by Kurduhm, another said they were wiped out by Colchus Primus. But the fact is, they're dead, Jim.

Yeah, you might want to read everything, considering there's going to be a villain that relies heavily on deception. (Just remember: No Metagaming!)))

--Kurduhm, Artisans' Quarter--

"Doggone it. Folks, take a look up there!"

Before the eyes of the people of Kurduhm, assault cannons from a vessel native to Colchus Primus opened fire on someone in Kurduhm, giving Colchus Primus a PR issue far worse than Erk and Serra could ever cause.

"Get down!" Erk and Serra ran under an old building to gain cover; Rick, after sending a rocket flying up at the Inquisitor's ship, followed them. Engie bolted straight for Profiteur's warehouse, looking to grab his Sentry.

"Serra, are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Just a few grazing hits... is that a child?!"

It was; a child had tripped and fallen, and the assault cannons were firing dangerously close to him.

"Man, I got this!" Rick used his Portal Gun to first place a Portal on the wall, then pull the child out of harm's way with the other Portal, quickly replacing it after the child was through. "Hey, kid, you all right?"

The kid just stared at them, a little shell-shocked.

"It's gonna be OK, kid. You guys go on- it seems like the Inquisitor doesn't think I exist, so I'll pull this kid outta here." Rick began using his portal gun to zip between buildings with the child.

"That mindless freak!" Serra glared up through the roof at where she thought the ship was. "Does he have no shame?"

"Clearly not. No love for his nation, either. This will be seen as an act of war when he's already at war with another."

--Kurduhm, Guard Network--

From Kurduhm's walls, a large array of defensive machines were brought to bear. A portion fired at the ship that had the gall to fire upon its citizens; but most focused on being ready to create a wall of bullets (most of which had a +5 enhancement bonus to attack and damage, with some Slowburst mixed in) to stop an advancing horde.

A large long-range device looking somewhat like a water hose began causing a downpour over the section of Hawk Forest that was still on fire. At the North Watchtower, the captain shook his head. "All right, guys. Get those five credits ready. ...And get your rifles ready."

--Kurduhm, Skies--

The contents of ten Advanced AA Missile Batteries- that's forty homing missiles traveling at Mach 1- flew at the Inquisitor's ship from all directions, with payloads of combined high explosives, Electroserum, and imported Pandoran Slag.

--Kurduhm, Hawk Forest--

((Waiting on Pi.))

--Colchus Primus, Skies--

"Okay, let's get out of... what is THAT?!"

Wes looked at the army heading toward Colchus Primus. They didn't look too friendly.

"All right, new plan." Wes sent out Jumpluff on Skarmory's back. "We fly outta here, and go find Severa, Claptrap, and the Spy. But if THEY shoot at us, Jumpluff, spray them with Stun Spore from up here."

Jumpluff gave a slow nod, munching on some Leftovers.

((Not sure how Erin got in there))

--Kurduhm, Artisans' Quarter--

In strangeness, there was a small splat of blue on the wall near Erin that was quite suspicious.

--Kurduhm, below the ground--

The swarmlings continued...

--Kurduhm, Hawk Forest--

"What do you think you are doing?" said Cynthia, as she quickly changed targets and ignored Praetorian to try and stab Sonus with a steel spear, "You villian!" She however didn't take notice to strange gun fire seemingly laying out a path of orange towards Sonus.

Praetorain used the distraction of Cynthia to his advantage as he charged up. He then looked behind him and saw the tank was coming and flew out of the way.

--Colchus Primus, Skies--

"Ooh, he mentioned people I could possibly sell my goods too, perhaps I should follow him with stealth and then appear out of nowhere possibly scaring them and then sell them some goods! Oh my plan is devious indeed. I just need to turn invisible now," the merchant thought to himself as he grabbed a invisibility potion and drank it, making it look like there was a floating rock following Wes.

((I'm editing that previous comment as we speak

Spoiler Alert: There will be two new characters

EDIT: Aaaand I forgot about Nylocke))

--Kurduhm, Artisans' Quarter--

Erk and Serra turned to face Erin. "Hmm. Are you going to lead us to more effective cover?"

"Hey, team!" Rick jumped out through the portal. "Found the kid's parents. He's in good hands. So is that guy still shootin' at us, or what? Did the wall rockets get him?"

"I don't know... Rick, can you go and keep an eye on that East Portal Sector thing? Profiteur said something about someone trying to hack it."

"A-O-got it. I'll go ask for directions."

Rick left as quickly as he could. Erk and Serra turned back toward Erin. Erk prepared to follow Erin... but also had a tome ready in case she was untrustworthy.

--Kurduhm, Profiteur's Warehouse--

"Hey, Profiteur. We got a situation here- it's the Inquisitor. Apparently he has a flying space hotrod with machine guns."

"And he... ignored you?"

"Entirely. Went straight for Erk and Serra, who are still alive. I'm here for my Sentry."

Profiteur burst out laughing. "Bah ha ha ha ha! Zat's hilarious! He's got a death wish! Firing on a public street at two guys and ignoring two of their allies. Pfft, what an idiot! Take it out. He'll probably be dead from ze AA rockets, but it's good PR to be seen rushing to ze aid of bystanders, no?"

"I guess. Hey, what are you doin' in here, then?"

"Ah, I would come out, but I have ze important matters to attend with. Tell me if zis starts escalating. Like, escalating escalating."

--Kurduhm, West Watchtower--

"Guys? We're getting some funny signals around here."

"Might be those murderous thugs running around out there. Is the Turbo-Minotaur all better from that skirmish?"

"He's still healing."

"All right. Have the Phantom Phoenix on the lookout... and make sure it stays invisible unless necessary. On a related note, keep those rockets flying toward the Inquisitor."

Eighty more of the aforementioned AA missiles headed from a variety of sources, as an AA battery operator quipped, "But sir, the Imperial Inquisitor and the Imperial Inquisitor's reflection is the hottest item on the planet!"

"Very funny, Private Thurston."

--Kurduhm, Hawk Forest--

"Idiot..." Severa shook her head as she leapt aside. Go on ahead, genius. Neglect to explain to THE THREE OTHER PEOPLE HERE that this was a fake betrayal.

"Minion! I'll deal with-"

"No." Spy whispered in Claptrap's ear, "Don't hit Sonus. I saw him pick up my Sapper."

"Ahem. Minion! I'll deal with that giant ugly robot!"

"That's the spirit!" Spy laid a sapper in front of Claptrap, then shouted his own insult. "You subnormal half-wit! If you inherit any facet of your appearance from your mother, I wouldn't be caught dead within 10 feet of her! And is that visor supposed to look threatening? HA HA HA HA HA HA! That's as threatening as an ELDERLY HARE!"

--Colchus Primus, Skies (EDIT)--

Wes flew further out of the city, returning Jumpluff to its Pokeball. "All right, Skarmory. Turn the speed up!"

"Skaaaar!" Skarmory began flying at an even faster rate, of around 90 miles per hour. Wes gritted his teeth.

He needed to get to Severa, Spy and Claptrap, and get away from that dang city. Between the military police, the disappearing buildings, and the lack of pizza restaurants...

--Tower of Turrets, Second Floor--

Nothing happened because it's not my turn here yet. So I'll just play someone else's theme that Translation Trainwreck sort of stole.

"get better insults man!" Sonus yells to the spy. (Only spy can hear this) "Your smarter then you look. How long would i have to keep this thing on him for it to shut the robot down? Dont be afraid of telling me, im making it so only you can hear me and vis-versa."

"So!" Sonus yelled so everyone could hear him. "Lets see who drops first"

((The magican running from Coily Rattler, but they probably won't try to help him because he just tried to kill him, but he would probably be their only option unless they wanted to go to a city with a army of Chaos Marines attacking it, they might not make it through))

((Yes it's from Triple Deluxe. I made a villian summon Coily Rattler to kill the magican, who was trying to kill them so the villian wouldn't kill his family, but the villian killed his family anyway, and then tried to kill the magican))