Thanks again for your patience last night. I've also updated Verity's character sheet to describe her evolving personality with tags rather than a run-on paragraph. Whenever you all have her consistently act in a certain way, that tag will be added to her sheet.
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> "We should have them arrested at the town." <
"Some things can wait," you turned back towards Aika, a stern look in your eye. "The risk is too great, not everyone who takes to these roads can protect themselves like we did."
"So what do we do?"
"Take this one in. We've backpedaled towards the town quite a bit anyway, might as well hand them off to the guards. Plus, I'm sure someone there is going to want an explanation for the carriage with no rider that rode in." You knelt down and jostled the driver's shoulder, much to their disgruntled disapproval. "C'mon, get up. If I can deal with what your buddy did to my arm, you can walk with some light scratches." You both knew it was a bit more than scratches, but with a few more shakes you convinced them that it was in their best interest to cooperate. The walk towards the hamlet up in these mountains was otherwise quiet, the soft crunching of snow eased the tension as you and Aika kept one pace behind your prisoner.
The cobblestone and dried oak framework of the buildings ahead of you drew nearer and nearer with each step, until you found yourselves seamlessly transitioned onto the main road that split the large town in half. Slightly less than ceremoniously, a large wooden plank mounted to two posts fashioned a sign that read twice, once in Daldoran and likely repeated in what looked like Dwarven, stating "Welcome to Guthram." The population that walked and rode the wide street was overwhelmingly human, a sea of winter-pale faces and hair of darker earthly-tones. Among them, the lively Daldoran chatter of commerce pounded a rhythm that was the heartbeat of the town. Some light questioning by you found directions to the town's outpost, where several guards stood in confusion around the lone horse and carriage. As you drew closer, you could see the reigns were held by one of the soldiers, while two more stood within the wagon's storage space. The burlap cover and its securing twine had been tossed to the cold dirt as they scrutinized the contents aboard.
"Excuse me," you began, stepping past the driver and up to the guards. The three of them looked up to you, and the one holding the reigns spoke on their behalf. "Good day, miss. We're a little busy at the moment, if you need something you can head inside and speak to our front desk." Your hand lifted up in a "wait" gesture, and then you turned slightly to direct his attention to the driver. "I would say that wagon belongs to them, but I have a sneaking suspicion that they stole it, along with whatever was under that cover. You see, my friend and I were stopped by-" you paused, a thought crossing your mind as you turned to the driver. "What even is your name?"
Being prompted to speak, the diver elected to say something very different, as they leaned forward and began to plea with the guards. "Guards! Please, you have to help me! These two women attacked me, scared my horse to run off with that wagon, and are threatening to kill me!" A very confused and startled Aika could only manage a "Wait- wha..?" as you rolled your eyes. Of course, the soldiers all tensed slightly at the prospect of such an accusation, but your rogueish demeanor kept the driver from being entirely convincing. "Oh please, if that were true, why would we walk ourselves right up to the Emperor's men and let you tell them about it?" A rejuvenated "Yeah!" called from over the driver's shoulder as Aika jabbed a finger at them. "You guys tried to kill us! All because we didn't wanna deal with your highway robbery... Literally! You're lucky we only left your goons unconscious on the road instead of dead."
Before the commotion could escalate any further, the guard that had spoken first shook his head and asserted in an ordering voice. "That's enough. All of you are coming with me, now." He beckoned one of the other guards to take the horse's reigns from him, and then again for you to follow. "We'll sort this out the right way. Shouting at each other in the middle of town isn't going to resolve anything."
The three of you followed the man into the outpost, you and Aika agreeing, and the driver nervously.
By the time you and Aika were let go, the sun had dipped considerably in the sky. The faded pale blue of the morning was now replaced by a deeper royal, tinged with licks of orange near the horizon where the day would eventually set. She took a few steps ahead of you, stretching her arms high overhead and adding a long yawn for good measure. "Well, good riddance, I guess." The feeling was mutual, as the gash in your shoulder radiated a dull and deep soreness that would fill most with contempt. She looked up towards the sun, shielding her eye from a direct glare with one hand as she continued. "Looks like we've still got a couple hours of light left. Wanna hit the road again? Or should we just try again tomorrow?"
• "Let's keep moving, I'm fine."
[Maintain major harm: stabbed shoulder]
• "Let's keep moving, I still have some potions."
[Spend one potion: Clear all harm]
• "Let's spend the day here, I need help."
[Reduce harm from major to moderate: stabbed shoulder]
"Some things can wait," you turned back towards Aika, a stern look in your eye. "The risk is too great, not everyone who takes to these roads can protect themselves like we did."
"So what do we do?"
"Take this one in. We've backpedaled towards the town quite a bit anyway, might as well hand them off to the guards. Plus, I'm sure someone there is going to want an explanation for the carriage with no rider that rode in." You knelt down and jostled the driver's shoulder, much to their disgruntled disapproval. "C'mon, get up. If I can deal with what your buddy did to my arm, you can walk with some light scratches." You both knew it was a bit more than scratches, but with a few more shakes you convinced them that it was in their best interest to cooperate. The walk towards the hamlet up in these mountains was otherwise quiet, the soft crunching of snow eased the tension as you and Aika kept one pace behind your prisoner.
The cobblestone and dried oak framework of the buildings ahead of you drew nearer and nearer with each step, until you found yourselves seamlessly transitioned onto the main road that split the large town in half. Slightly less than ceremoniously, a large wooden plank mounted to two posts fashioned a sign that read twice, once in Daldoran and likely repeated in what looked like Dwarven, stating "Welcome to Guthram." The population that walked and rode the wide street was overwhelmingly human, a sea of winter-pale faces and hair of darker earthly-tones. Among them, the lively Daldoran chatter of commerce pounded a rhythm that was the heartbeat of the town. Some light questioning by you found directions to the town's outpost, where several guards stood in confusion around the lone horse and carriage. As you drew closer, you could see the reigns were held by one of the soldiers, while two more stood within the wagon's storage space. The burlap cover and its securing twine had been tossed to the cold dirt as they scrutinized the contents aboard.
"Excuse me," you began, stepping past the driver and up to the guards. The three of them looked up to you, and the one holding the reigns spoke on their behalf. "Good day, miss. We're a little busy at the moment, if you need something you can head inside and speak to our front desk." Your hand lifted up in a "wait" gesture, and then you turned slightly to direct his attention to the driver. "I would say that wagon belongs to them, but I have a sneaking suspicion that they stole it, along with whatever was under that cover. You see, my friend and I were stopped by-" you paused, a thought crossing your mind as you turned to the driver. "What even is your name?"
Being prompted to speak, the diver elected to say something very different, as they leaned forward and began to plea with the guards. "Guards! Please, you have to help me! These two women attacked me, scared my horse to run off with that wagon, and are threatening to kill me!" A very confused and startled Aika could only manage a "Wait- wha..?" as you rolled your eyes. Of course, the soldiers all tensed slightly at the prospect of such an accusation, but your rogueish demeanor kept the driver from being entirely convincing. "Oh please, if that were true, why would we walk ourselves right up to the Emperor's men and let you tell them about it?" A rejuvenated "Yeah!" called from over the driver's shoulder as Aika jabbed a finger at them. "You guys tried to kill us! All because we didn't wanna deal with your highway robbery... Literally! You're lucky we only left your goons unconscious on the road instead of dead."
Before the commotion could escalate any further, the guard that had spoken first shook his head and asserted in an ordering voice. "That's enough. All of you are coming with me, now." He beckoned one of the other guards to take the horse's reigns from him, and then again for you to follow. "We'll sort this out the right way. Shouting at each other in the middle of town isn't going to resolve anything."
The three of you followed the man into the outpost, you and Aika agreeing, and the driver nervously.
By the time you and Aika were let go, the sun had dipped considerably in the sky. The faded pale blue of the morning was now replaced by a deeper royal, tinged with licks of orange near the horizon where the day would eventually set. She took a few steps ahead of you, stretching her arms high overhead and adding a long yawn for good measure. "Well, good riddance, I guess." The feeling was mutual, as the gash in your shoulder radiated a dull and deep soreness that would fill most with contempt. She looked up towards the sun, shielding her eye from a direct glare with one hand as she continued. "Looks like we've still got a couple hours of light left. Wanna hit the road again? Or should we just try again tomorrow?"
• "Let's keep moving, I'm fine."
[Maintain major harm: stabbed shoulder]
• "Let's keep moving, I still have some potions."
[Spend one potion: Clear all harm]
• "Let's spend the day here, I need help."
[Reduce harm from major to moderate: stabbed shoulder]
Hate to do this but today just wasn't a good day for me, even as I fail to force myself to write something at nearly 3:30am. Just gunna try again tomorrow. Sorry.
Bumping this to see if more people wanna hop in
> Spare the driver and stand up. <
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26219
The gentle winter breeze across the open mountain expanse was the only sound around you three for a moment as you glared down at the driver, blade in your hand. Frozen underneath you both in fear and pinning, the driver stared through their scarf and cap with wide unblinking eyes. In this pause, another call of your companion broke the silence. "Verity," Aika exhaled as she straightened her back out, a short and self-directed "ouch," interrupting her as she placed a hand on her back. She broke her wincing to return her attention to you, stepping closer as she spoke. "What's gotten into you? Didn't we already have it under control?" You looked down from her to the driver once more, and with a frustrated "huff," you picked yourself up off of them, after which they rolled onto their side and began to cough up blood.
"I do have it under control," you expressed, fighting the pain in your shoulder to keep a straight face. "Would you rather have just let them drive off towards that town to swindle someone else? Just let them get away with trying to kill us, too?" Your reply was met with a conflicted look of concern, as Aika averted her eyes from you and towards the driver. "Well- no- I... Just- wasn't that a little excessive? You weren't gunna kill them if I didn't catch up, right?"
You shook your head and stowed your knife beside the others on your belt, allaying her fears. "No, that would be excessive," you justified as you shot an accusing glare at the driver, who had composed themselves just enough to turn onto their back once more and meet your eyes. "Even if they were going to be less cordial to us." A sigh of relief from Aika expressed her satisfaction at that, but she still had another concern. "Well, what do we do with them, then? You make a good point about not just letting them go... But I don't wanna waste so much time when we have such a long hike still."
• "We should have them arrested at the town."
• "Perhaps they're more willing to negotiate now."
• "You're right, this actually isn't worth our time."
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26219
The gentle winter breeze across the open mountain expanse was the only sound around you three for a moment as you glared down at the driver, blade in your hand. Frozen underneath you both in fear and pinning, the driver stared through their scarf and cap with wide unblinking eyes. In this pause, another call of your companion broke the silence. "Verity," Aika exhaled as she straightened her back out, a short and self-directed "ouch," interrupting her as she placed a hand on her back. She broke her wincing to return her attention to you, stepping closer as she spoke. "What's gotten into you? Didn't we already have it under control?" You looked down from her to the driver once more, and with a frustrated "huff," you picked yourself up off of them, after which they rolled onto their side and began to cough up blood.
"I do have it under control," you expressed, fighting the pain in your shoulder to keep a straight face. "Would you rather have just let them drive off towards that town to swindle someone else? Just let them get away with trying to kill us, too?" Your reply was met with a conflicted look of concern, as Aika averted her eyes from you and towards the driver. "Well- no- I... Just- wasn't that a little excessive? You weren't gunna kill them if I didn't catch up, right?"
You shook your head and stowed your knife beside the others on your belt, allaying her fears. "No, that would be excessive," you justified as you shot an accusing glare at the driver, who had composed themselves just enough to turn onto their back once more and meet your eyes. "Even if they were going to be less cordial to us." A sigh of relief from Aika expressed her satisfaction at that, but she still had another concern. "Well, what do we do with them, then? You make a good point about not just letting them go... But I don't wanna waste so much time when we have such a long hike still."
• "We should have them arrested at the town."
• "Perhaps they're more willing to negotiate now."
• "You're right, this actually isn't worth our time."
> Attack the driver too. <
If looks could kill, the driver would be the first to actually die among the gang that failed to mug you and Aika. While their companions lie writhing or out-cold in the snow, you flipped your knife around to aim the point directly at this fool who thought that all could be cleared up with words. "You're out of your mind if you think you're off the hook," you sneered at them as you stepped closer. As you passed Aika, her eyes widened in realization. She reached out to place a hand on your shoulder, but doing so would touch your injured side. That moment of hesitation from her was enough for you to clear the gap between her and the wagon itself, at the verbal detesting of both her and the driver.
"Um- Verity- I think we've made our point-"
"Yes, yes!" The driver, clearly shaking now, shrunk further away from you. "You're clearly as reasonable as your friend, aren't you?"
Sure, you felt what you were about to do was reasonable, even if it wasn't for the reasons the driver liked. However, the moment you grabbed onto the wagon to climb aboard, a fearful "Ahh!" was quickly followed by a flick of the driver's wrists, causing the surprisingly well-behaved horse to finally spring into action. Your body lurched to the side as you hung onto the wagon, the sound of Aika shouting your name quickly receding from the speeding caravan. Taking a moment to look back, the spell-sword was off in a sprint, trying her best to follow you and the driver back towards the village you had passed earlier in the day. In the broad and cloudless daylight, you figured she'd have an easy time catching up as you turned your attention back to your new target.
With one arm still quite injured and a dagger in your good hand, it took more time and effort than you'd have liked to pull yourself into the seating of the caravan, especially with the bumps in the road aiding the driver's attempts to jostle you off the side. Eventually you managed your way onboard though, and wasted no further time closing in. A slice from your weapon was ducked at first by the driver, who then risked some control of the horse to raise a hand before you. Unfortunately, with a sitting posture and a wagon to drive, they had little room to evade you forever. You found your mark, sinking your knife into the flailing arm of the driver, and took their pained recoil as a perfect chance to end this fight quickly. As quickly as you stabbed down, you pulled back up and used your looming posture to grab and shove the driver off the other side, though with only one good arm to push with, you were unable to stop yourself from falling as well.
A chill surrounded you as you tumbled through the thicker snow on the side of the road. The sounds of the carriage's creaking wheels and the horse's stamping feet continued down the road as you and the driver struggled against each other on the ground. By the time Aika finally caught up, she arrived to see you sitting on top of the driver, your victim beaten near senseless and bleeding from a few more cuts. "Verity!" she shouted once more as she doubled over on the road, catching her breath. Her voice alone wasn't enough to stop you though, as you lifted your dagger over your head. The only other sound now was the meager and terrified stammering of the driver.
"M-m-mercy, p-please!"
• Kill the driver.
• Knock the driver unconscious.
• Spare the driver and stand up.
If looks could kill, the driver would be the first to actually die among the gang that failed to mug you and Aika. While their companions lie writhing or out-cold in the snow, you flipped your knife around to aim the point directly at this fool who thought that all could be cleared up with words. "You're out of your mind if you think you're off the hook," you sneered at them as you stepped closer. As you passed Aika, her eyes widened in realization. She reached out to place a hand on your shoulder, but doing so would touch your injured side. That moment of hesitation from her was enough for you to clear the gap between her and the wagon itself, at the verbal detesting of both her and the driver.
"Um- Verity- I think we've made our point-"
"Yes, yes!" The driver, clearly shaking now, shrunk further away from you. "You're clearly as reasonable as your friend, aren't you?"
Sure, you felt what you were about to do was reasonable, even if it wasn't for the reasons the driver liked. However, the moment you grabbed onto the wagon to climb aboard, a fearful "Ahh!" was quickly followed by a flick of the driver's wrists, causing the surprisingly well-behaved horse to finally spring into action. Your body lurched to the side as you hung onto the wagon, the sound of Aika shouting your name quickly receding from the speeding caravan. Taking a moment to look back, the spell-sword was off in a sprint, trying her best to follow you and the driver back towards the village you had passed earlier in the day. In the broad and cloudless daylight, you figured she'd have an easy time catching up as you turned your attention back to your new target.
With one arm still quite injured and a dagger in your good hand, it took more time and effort than you'd have liked to pull yourself into the seating of the caravan, especially with the bumps in the road aiding the driver's attempts to jostle you off the side. Eventually you managed your way onboard though, and wasted no further time closing in. A slice from your weapon was ducked at first by the driver, who then risked some control of the horse to raise a hand before you. Unfortunately, with a sitting posture and a wagon to drive, they had little room to evade you forever. You found your mark, sinking your knife into the flailing arm of the driver, and took their pained recoil as a perfect chance to end this fight quickly. As quickly as you stabbed down, you pulled back up and used your looming posture to grab and shove the driver off the other side, though with only one good arm to push with, you were unable to stop yourself from falling as well.
A chill surrounded you as you tumbled through the thicker snow on the side of the road. The sounds of the carriage's creaking wheels and the horse's stamping feet continued down the road as you and the driver struggled against each other on the ground. By the time Aika finally caught up, she arrived to see you sitting on top of the driver, your victim beaten near senseless and bleeding from a few more cuts. "Verity!" she shouted once more as she doubled over on the road, catching her breath. Her voice alone wasn't enough to stop you though, as you lifted your dagger over your head. The only other sound now was the meager and terrified stammering of the driver.
"M-m-mercy, p-please!"
• Kill the driver.
• Knock the driver unconscious.
• Spare the driver and stand up.
I didn't see that some of you did vote on Sunday/Monday last week, but I suppose we're back on some kind of track now. I also set up dice rolling so we can more fairly split ties from now on.
> Rush to Aika's aid. <
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26140
Aika was outnumbered in a terrible position, the first man she downed now fully postured to cleave into her with his blade. Your current opponent would have to either wait his turn or tag along as you broke from him to dash in her direction. You knew you were immediately being followed, but saving your companion was the only call you could make as you lunged towards your new target. With his eyes down at Aika, he only looked up to you once you were far too close for him to react. If these assailants were willing to use lethal force, then perhaps you didn't feel so bad as your dagger sunk hilt-deep into his right shoulder. A gritty howl of pain filled the mountainside as you drew your now reddened blade from him, and he dropped his sword and stumbled back to coddle his arm.
Your maneuver bought Aika the time she needed, not physically mighty enough to simply push the grappler off of her, she instead found the moment to introduce her magic into the fight. A short quip in her strange tongue was followed by an even quicker flash of white and a snapping sound. A jolt of lightning coursed through the man trying to pin her, and his entire body locked into a painful tensing as he fell to his side into the snow beside her. She picked herself up, her fingertips still sparking as she rearmed herself and aimed her attention at the assailant who chased you to this side of the fight.
He stood between you now, his back towards Aika and his sword pointed at you. With everything happening so fast, he was already mid-swing before he could realize that both of his allies were out of the fight. Unfortunately, your turning away from him granted him a perfect opportunity to graze your back as you withdrew your dagger from the man you stabbed. A sharp and hot sting tingled along the splitting flesh of your own shoulder, luckily your armor preventing the blade from catching your core, but still slicing through your cloak enough to draw blood. Before you could turn to face him though, another crackle of lightning flashed behind you, followed by the sound of a body falling into the snow.
The man you stabbed was the only conscious combatant on their side, his muffled grunts of pain as he tried to staunch the bleeding with only one working arm. Otherwise, the air around you was quiet, the thumping of your heartbeat only made the flash-bang ringing in your ears more intense, and the pooling warmth on your shoulder trickled down your back only made the crude incision worse. You turned around to meet your ally's eyes, confirming to each other that you were somewhat ok, before looking past her and to the caravan driver, who had since recoiled to the far side of their seat and had their hands taught on the reigns to keep their horse steady from the commotion.
"W-Well hold on there, now," they stammered as you aimed your gaze at them. "Ah hah... Surely we can uhh- we can discuss this misunderstanding like civilized folk, surely, yes?" It seemed clear this person had no intention or skill of fighting, using their three armed companions to operate whatever it was they were doing. This clearly did not register as a possible outcome to them, and they shrunk in their seat even more as Aika squinted with many negative emotions at him.
• Attack the driver too.
• Respond to their plea.
[Write in: Briefly describe a verbal response.]
• Drink a health potion to mend your shoulder.
[Aika will take the opportunity to say or do something.]
• Leave them and resume your travel.
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/26140
Aika was outnumbered in a terrible position, the first man she downed now fully postured to cleave into her with his blade. Your current opponent would have to either wait his turn or tag along as you broke from him to dash in her direction. You knew you were immediately being followed, but saving your companion was the only call you could make as you lunged towards your new target. With his eyes down at Aika, he only looked up to you once you were far too close for him to react. If these assailants were willing to use lethal force, then perhaps you didn't feel so bad as your dagger sunk hilt-deep into his right shoulder. A gritty howl of pain filled the mountainside as you drew your now reddened blade from him, and he dropped his sword and stumbled back to coddle his arm.
Your maneuver bought Aika the time she needed, not physically mighty enough to simply push the grappler off of her, she instead found the moment to introduce her magic into the fight. A short quip in her strange tongue was followed by an even quicker flash of white and a snapping sound. A jolt of lightning coursed through the man trying to pin her, and his entire body locked into a painful tensing as he fell to his side into the snow beside her. She picked herself up, her fingertips still sparking as she rearmed herself and aimed her attention at the assailant who chased you to this side of the fight.
He stood between you now, his back towards Aika and his sword pointed at you. With everything happening so fast, he was already mid-swing before he could realize that both of his allies were out of the fight. Unfortunately, your turning away from him granted him a perfect opportunity to graze your back as you withdrew your dagger from the man you stabbed. A sharp and hot sting tingled along the splitting flesh of your own shoulder, luckily your armor preventing the blade from catching your core, but still slicing through your cloak enough to draw blood. Before you could turn to face him though, another crackle of lightning flashed behind you, followed by the sound of a body falling into the snow.
The man you stabbed was the only conscious combatant on their side, his muffled grunts of pain as he tried to staunch the bleeding with only one working arm. Otherwise, the air around you was quiet, the thumping of your heartbeat only made the flash-bang ringing in your ears more intense, and the pooling warmth on your shoulder trickled down your back only made the crude incision worse. You turned around to meet your ally's eyes, confirming to each other that you were somewhat ok, before looking past her and to the caravan driver, who had since recoiled to the far side of their seat and had their hands taught on the reigns to keep their horse steady from the commotion.
"W-Well hold on there, now," they stammered as you aimed your gaze at them. "Ah hah... Surely we can uhh- we can discuss this misunderstanding like civilized folk, surely, yes?" It seemed clear this person had no intention or skill of fighting, using their three armed companions to operate whatever it was they were doing. This clearly did not register as a possible outcome to them, and they shrunk in their seat even more as Aika squinted with many negative emotions at him.
• Attack the driver too.
• Respond to their plea.
[Write in: Briefly describe a verbal response.]
• Drink a health potion to mend your shoulder.
[Aika will take the opportunity to say or do something.]
• Leave them and resume your travel.
The holo-projector's dossier for one Julia Meyer was the center of Flint's attention. In the stuffy air and dim lighting of the cruiser, his goggles and cowl stayed out of his way around his neck, giving his crewmates a view less obstructed than the wide-brimmed lady that sat beside him. Across the projector in front of him, and slouched heavily along the other side's seating was the only member of the newly formed rag-tag gang that Flint had any trust for at the moment. His own sister Steel, staring past the glitchy imagery of their target, her mind was elsewhere. As the hunter that introduced herself as Sunrise threw her two cents in about their shared target, Flint glanced left to resolve her face in his mind. He nodded along with her assessment, his mouth parting to add to it but unable to before the man across the opposite corner of the holo-table spoke his mind. It was the same point that Flint would have made- caution to the many scrying eyes surrounding this girl. Satisfied with the seemingly relative competence of his new companions so far, he let out a small breath of relief and leaned a bit back in his seat.
"At least we're all on the same page about that," he agreed with Black Jack Doe. Well- almost. "Though, 'shillin' isn't exactly the word I'd use. Seemed to me like she's on the run. Sure- she could have orchestrated some faux ransom with someone else to con her own old man out of some cred but..." his voice trailed off, trying to scrutinize any sort of motive on the still image of their target standing between them all.
"Seems a bit more likely she just couldn't stand the guy," Steel finally chimed in, refusing to recover from her slouch as she returned her attention to the ship they were all in. "Don't overthink it. He's a pig, she's a hippie. The two don't mix."
Flint opened his mouth to respond but was once again cut off, this time by their pilot Trey who delivered unto the group the news of arrival. He lifted himself with a small "huff" as he slung his rifle over his shoulder. Following the others out onto the ramp that descended from the ship to the dirt below, he rose his goggles as he peered across to their welcoming party. "Great," he muttered to himself in frustration just as his sister found his shoulder to lean herself on. "Great," she hummed to him in sarcastic elation at the same sight. "If things get heated, don't shoot the suit first, gotta see what he knows."
"Don't make things heated and I won't have to."
Steel simply smiled to him as she broke away from his shoulder, standing upright and lifting her helmet to her head.
"At least we're all on the same page about that," he agreed with Black Jack Doe. Well- almost. "Though, 'shillin' isn't exactly the word I'd use. Seemed to me like she's on the run. Sure- she could have orchestrated some faux ransom with someone else to con her own old man out of some cred but..." his voice trailed off, trying to scrutinize any sort of motive on the still image of their target standing between them all.
"Seems a bit more likely she just couldn't stand the guy," Steel finally chimed in, refusing to recover from her slouch as she returned her attention to the ship they were all in. "Don't overthink it. He's a pig, she's a hippie. The two don't mix."
Flint opened his mouth to respond but was once again cut off, this time by their pilot Trey who delivered unto the group the news of arrival. He lifted himself with a small "huff" as he slung his rifle over his shoulder. Following the others out onto the ramp that descended from the ship to the dirt below, he rose his goggles as he peered across to their welcoming party. "Great," he muttered to himself in frustration just as his sister found his shoulder to lean herself on. "Great," she hummed to him in sarcastic elation at the same sight. "If things get heated, don't shoot the suit first, gotta see what he knows."
"Don't make things heated and I won't have to."
Steel simply smiled to him as she broke away from his shoulder, standing upright and lifting her helmet to her head.
Well, nobody votedast week. I think that's the first time this has happened. Hopefully there's still interest in this game?
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