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"In your house... I long to be..."

If one didn't notice the assault rifle strapped behind her back and the combat drone worryingly circling around her, it would have been excusable to think that Lucie Bardot was just some idiot listening to their music way too loudly. Leaning against a lightpost, singing along to her song while bobbing her head to the beat, that charge was still fair. She was just some MAVERICK idiot who was listening to their music was too loudly.

"Room by room... patiently..."

Still, it's not like anything has happened since she was assigned guard duty for this Nomad tournament. The last place any Nomad terrorist would want to attack is a large gathering of Nomads all primed to fight and try to maim each other. Sure, it may be a lucrative target, but it was simply too hard of a target to hit. Besides, if someone tried to bomb the stadium, or heaven forbid, there was a rampage by a possessed Nomad or something to that degree, [i]Lucie would have heard it.[/i] Definitely. There was nothing to worry about.

"I'll wait for you there... like a stone..."

Lucie wished she could have joined the tournament herself. She would have kicked so much ass in the stadium. Do you think those idiots in there were prepared to get a nice grenade or two in their face? They're completely unprepared for the type of warfare that Lucie would have brought, while she was specifically trained to take them down. It would have been a slaughter. A metaphorical slaughter. It would have been great.

"I'll wait for you there... alone......"

Suddenly, Lucie felt a tap on her foot. Shot out of her daze, the Frenchwoman glanced downwards, seeing Asterix lightly driving into her. She sighed as she saw the little rascal try to point the stand where its gun would be into the sky. What could be so interesting in the sky? The MAVERICK agent looked upwards, and saw robots with assault rifles parachuting into the stadium. And she [i]saw[/i] an explosion rip open the stadium, although strangely pretty silent.

"Alone...", the song continued with Lucie. She quickly turned it off, bringing up her comm links with command.

"Stadium roof Lima Lima Mike Foxtrot, blown up. Tangos enveloping the AO, class Romeo. Too many to count. Requesting permission to engage, over".

A voice responded, "Permission granted. Lock and load."

"Acknowledged. Over and out."

Turning off her comm link, Lucie turned to her robot companion. "Meet me up at the fallback location, Asterix. Hopefully I won't be needing you."

The robot "nodded" with its stand, before driving off away from the stadium. Lucie ran her finger across the top of the upper receiver, making sure her FAMAS was cocked and ready to go. Then, as a crowd of civilians started to run out of the stadium, Lucie ran into the burning building. 

When she entered the building, the Frenchwoman saw groups of mechanical war machines slaughtering fleeing civilians. Lucie felt a wretched reaction in her stomach, but there was no time to feel sick. She had to be their hero, or even more people will die. She slid behind a floor sign advertising food prices, before leaning out and firing her gun at the closest robot. With its back exposed to her gun, the robot went down quickly.

Of course, this only attracted the attention of the other robots in the lobby, who (rightfully, of course!) saw Lucie as the greatest threat in the room. They started firing a hail of lead at Lucie, pinning her down to her location. However, the Frenchwoman seemed not that phased, even donning a faint smirk.

After all, those bullets aren't going after civilians now...

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Yeong-Suk could only stand dumbstruck as her former opponent demolished a giant colossus of a robot with barely any effort. Well, there might have been some cursing in Korean mixed in. 

Was Brooklyn holding back against her the entire time? Could the yankee tell how injured she was before the fight began? Yeong-Suk felt like she was winning the fight, but now-

No, this isn't the time. Not with giant robots killing everyone around her.

The ravenette wished she could just take Brooklyn's advice and leave the place, especially in her battered state. However, Yeong-Suk knew she couldn't just simply run away. There was a film crew from Pyongyang that was supposed to be filming her fights to make propaganda back home. If they died, or worse yet, the tapes destroyed... that would be [i]her[/i] head on the platter.

Scanning her eye across the stadium, she looked at various press booths at the top, trying to find which one contained the people she had to save. It took a few seconds, but she found a booth draped with a North Korean flag. Some robots were firing from the stands into the booth. Yeong-Suk had to act fast.

Letting blue ki rush to her feet, the Korean dashed forward, with the blitzing speed of the white deer. When she got to the edge of the stadium, she jumped into the air, allowing the ki to envelop her entire body, slamming her foot into the closest robot. Landing, she pulled out her gun and fired at the next closest robot, emptying the magazine but it finishing it off. She threw the empty pistol at the next robot, before running forward and performing a jump roundhouse kick as it was momentarily destabilized by the thrown pistol.

While there was many other robots in the arena, those are all the ones attacking her fellow compatriots. Collecting her pistol, she barked an order at them from the stands.

"여기서 나가!"

One of the filmers questioned back, "어디에?"

The ravenette irritably groaned. "가장 가까운 것이 무엇이든지. 나는 호텔에서 너를 모두 만날 것이다."

The crew grabbed their belongings and started to scuttle out of the booth. It would take too long for her to climb all the way up and try to meet up with them. She was just going to have to trust them to not run into any killer robots in the meantime and get out safely on their own.

Now, it was time to plan her own escape. Yeong-Suk ran in the opposite direction, towards the lockers that she entered the stadium from. It would be the quickest way to get to the lobby, and from there the exit. She dashed, but was horrified to see that the entrance back to the lobby was blocked by rubble! She was going to have to find another way to get out of this massacre, and find a way fast before the robots catch up to her. 

There was a hallway, labelled medbay, where badly injured fighters were taken after their fights. Thinking that as good as any other path, Yeong-Suk ran through the hallway. There has to be a fire escape or something along those lines that she could use to get out of here. 

Crossing a corner, the raventte saw what appeared to be a small child that was slowly being closed in by a marauding robot. This [i]shouldn't[/i] be a concern, except that the robot was inconveniently in her own way crossing the hallway. 

"Move, kid," Yeong-Suk yelled as she slammed her foot into the ground, creating a fissure that jettisoned rocks. These pillars of stone collided with the robot, turning around to face the Korean, splitting it in twain.

Seeing as the kid was trying to go the direction she was coming from, she felt obligated to at least make sure he wasn't running into his own death. "That way's blocked off. We have to go forward."

[hider=Korean translations]OOC: Normally I don't like translating any foreign languages I put on my text since the character and reader is supposed to not understand what is being said. But since Korean [i]is[/i] Yeong-Suk's native language, it would be weird if she and therefore the reader didn't understand it. However, I do want to mark when she's not speaking English just so it's clear that no other PC should really be able to understand what she's saying. So yeah, for this post and the future, any Gratuitous Korean I use I will transliterate and translate it. Again, I don't actually speak Korean, so I'm just trusting translators to do their job. Same thing will go with Lucie and French, with the caveat that I actually [i]do[/i] speak French to an extent

"Yeogiseo naga!/Get out of here!"

"Eodie?/Where?"

"Gajang gakkaun geos-i mueos-ideunji. Naneun hotel-eseo neoleul modu mannal geos-ida./Whatever is closest. I'll meet you all in the hotel."[/hider]