Location: Neo-Raslan 
          The Mermaid's Father


[color=0072bc]Roland was sweeping the steps in front of his bar, the sidewalk was quiet and though it was early in the morning it was already hot. He was sweating while he stood in the shade. His eyes gently drifted upwards to the floating platform miles above.
"Fucking Gate." He cursed as he lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly as he looked up at it. He hated that thing; he fought against it. Lost an eye for them to put it up there. Now look around; the planet's dyin, the rich live in luxery, and old soldiers like him were left to die in the dirt. Forgotten and left behind.

He smoked his cigarette and listened to the city around him.
It had been five years since Meredith had passed, and in these times he truly became lonesome. He pushed those feelings aside, and perked his ears up.
He heard it alright. 
[i]R-at. Ra-a-a-atatatatata.
Ratatatata ratatatatat[/i]
Machine-Gun fire.

"Motherfucker." He said as he turned to run inside. He cleared the floor of the bar in a few quick strides. He ducked behind the counter and retrieved his rifle.
It was a standard issue Magitch rifle, it fired concentrated burst of magic energy from specially made cartiridges. It packed a hell of a punch in a tight spot, these kids and their Machine pistols and gunpowder were nothing in comparison.
"Let them come." He said as he hunkered down behind the bar, the bottles of liquor vibrating above him.

Roland heard something else just then; he thought he heard a motorcycle.
"Nobody rides those anymore..." He thought as he looked over the edge of the bar top.

He waved his daughter away from the windows and called to her.
"Nora! Get her ass 'way from them windows!"
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[color=630460]"Whats happening!?" She called out, her pointed ears perked as she went quickly to her fathers side as he ducked behind the bar.

[color=9e0b0f]"I don't know, but if I'm right; Kazen has stolen something from those damned pinheads." He said as he loaded his rifle.
"He's been gone for a while. Too long, his radio has been silent as well. I don't like it, and now I den smell the battle coming." He said as he took a drag from his cigarette and narrowed his eyes. The rumble of the motorbike grew louder, so did the sound of the gunfire. They would be on them soon.[/color]

Aurora cracked her knuckles and began to stretch as they hid behind the counter.
"Can I fight this time, papa?" She asked with exuberance as she tensed her muscles. Despite her skills, he was over protective of her. She could hand her own; mist of today's weaker bullets wouldn't harm her. But he insisted that she hold back. He didn't want anyone to learn of her gifts; let alone Heaven's gate.

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[color=9e0b0f]A motorcycle ripped it's way through the streets of Neo-Raslan. In it's wake was a squadron of HG soldiers. The soldiers were rumbling along after the motorcycle on a military transport tank. The tank itself rolled on heavy wheels, but was surprisingly fast. Thankfully for the man on the bike; he was farm more nimble.

The young man on the motorcycle was armed to the teeth, automatic and semi-automatic weapons, a large sword with magi-tech enhancements, and a myst-gun. He could easily make wetwork of these men, but he had a bigger agenda.
He wore a black tactical suit that protected him from magical assault, and foreign techno-mancer manipulation. The riders left arm was mechanical in nature, a high-end prosthetic that was surgically grafted to his body. His hair was Long and unkempt, greying at the temples.
"Come on, come and get me." He muttered behind his helmet as he accelerated and cut a sharp left turn down an alley. 

The soldiers fired shots at him as he went.
They missed.
He revved his motorbike and turned right as he exited the alley. His rendezvous point was coming up. He needed to lose these guys.
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