[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/gmaQsw3.png[/img] [color=4bbeff][h3]Taric[/h3][/color] [color=4bbeff] level[/color]: 2 [color=4bbeff]day/time[/color]: 3 - evening [color=4bbeff]Location[/color]: save point inn [color=4bbeff]Interacting with[/color]: [@ONL], [@Guardian Angel Haruki], [@Zarkun], [@Majoras End] [color=4bbeff]Cooldowns:[/color] Bastion: 2/2. linked ally: none Starlight's Touch: 0/6 [/center] After taric had looked out of the window several people charged out of it, as if joyus to be free from the room. One was a the now monkey shaped Shantae and the other a pursuing Varrock who, after ordered them to stay put because he worried about an ambush, belted it after the Shantae in-order to get the team to stick together. As soon as he left however, it became clear that that worry was misplaced, as their shadowy stalker was instead seen belting it up the road, then over the rooftops, escaping with whatever information they had gleaned. [color=4bbeff]”Looks like we won’t have to worry about an ambush then.”[/color] His attention was then brought to that of the ship that had appeared in the city, hanging ominously as it was above the castle, by the binocular welding Bently. [color=4bbeff]” I see it. I imagined that is not a normal sight in platform city, hasn't been anything like it while I’ve been here anyway.”[/color] admittedly he had only been here for a day[color=4bbeff]” I for one will not be catching up with our limber friend any time soon, so unless you have any gadgets that can catch up with our sneaky speedster friend”[/color] maybe there were rocket boosters on the chair somewhere [color=4bbeff]”I suggest we get to Tetris castle immediately incase that airship starts to become a problem. Charger, inform your man that we are setting off early. The 5 minute wait is redundant now anyway, what with the would be ambusher racing off towards the horizon as we speak”[/color] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Z4tbhP3.png[/img] [color=FireBrick][h3]Captain Piper[/h3][/color] [color=FireBrick]Level[/color]: 1 [color=FireBrick]day/time[/color]: day 3 - evening [color=FireBrick]Location[/color]: Forest of Skyrim [color=FireBrick]Word count[/color]: 1,044 [color=FireBrick]Interacting with[/color]: [@Zarkun], [@Holy Soldier], [@Mattchstick], [@Lugubrious] [/center] Cooler heads prevailed. It was to Pipers great relief that their attempt at peace had been successful. Whether this could be primarily contributed to whatever force Azura had created or to their collective assistance that they were friendly could not be discerned, yet the warriors slowed in their charge, coming to a halt before them. With relief she lowered her hands back down to her hips, ready to draw her gun once more should danger arise. With the danger seemingly averted, she then had to bear the weight of the Nords stares. Not that she wasn’t used to this kind of attention, a combination of fame and infamy meant that back home steambots only familiar with her through rumor would often do the same. She did her best to dispel their awe/fear/curiosity with a friendly greeting. [color=FireBrick]”I’m not dwarven, not sure what that is. I’m Piper, Piper Faraday. ‘S a pleasure to meet you all”[/color] Just after they had initiated a dialogue there was a brief moment where everything looked like it was going to come to blows anyhow, as the boss seemed to not realize that violence was now uncessisery, and Ruben showed himself to be every bit of the mindless military grunt she had worried he might be. Whether Azura and Vent’s quick, condescending, retorts to this foolishness was going to dissuade them from unnecessary bloodshed became almost immediately irrelevant at the appearance of warriors, wearing some killer hats, who did not look like they should be wielding the kind of tech that they proceeded to open fire with. The futuristic looking rifles reminded her of volt tech and as such there was little doubt of how dangerous they here, even before they started incinerating any and everything they hit. That they attacked both the stormcloaks and themselfs insuitied that this was not another misunderstanding, these were the people that they were here to stop. In hindsight Ruben had been the wisest of them all, though it was mostly accidental. Unlike the rest of them he didn't have to make a mad dash to take cover from the laser blasting tribals. Taking cover was something Piper did without need to here Ulfric’s call, ducking her head low as her metal feet pounded against the ground to bring her to the temporary safety of a large, sturdy, tree. Not that she had ever seen a tree before today, but she was pretty sure that was what it was. There she took a few moments to assess the situation as she drew her blacksmith sniper. Vent and Ruben where safely in cover, but the last she had seen of Azura and the boss had been them going down. Her worries that they might have been hit were quickly quashed as first Arura started singing, shunting her out of the serene lull she had not realized she had been in, and the boss started arguing with one or more people she could not hear. About not having any guns. So he had been planning to just punch the wariors. What an absolute madman. Against her better judgment however, she decided to help him out despite the risks of giving a gun to a nutter. Grabbing her carrion pistol with her claw hand she leant out from behind her tree and lobbed it, with the safety on, towards the boss, aiming for it to land in front of him. In her opinion he should be thankful she didn't try and clonk him over the head with it. [color=FireBrick]”Boss! Got a gun for you.”[/color] She really hoped she wasn't going to need that till he got a replacement, her scoped revolver might be powerful, but it wasn’t the kind of gun you used while on the move or in a dust-up. Or a snow-up in this case. She ducked back behind her cover, only to pop out the other side a moment later, blacksmith sniper held out at arm's length before her. The took careful aim for about a second, using the long scope mounted laser sight as a guide, and then pulled the trigger when the little red dot was firmly aimed at the center of a forsworn’s forehead. The hammer came down, followed by an amighty crack as the revolver fired, the deadly accurate shot soaring towards its target. Piper, however, did not wait to see the impact, instead taking cover again as the Cylinder rotated to bring to bring another cartridge to bear at the back of the barral, ready to be unleashed. As she waited out any returned fire she took note of how vent was doing. The boy had seemingly gained a set of sturdy looking bright red armor out of nowhere, amor which was almost impossible to miss in the white wilderness they were fighting in. Quite a comparison the the almost invisible Azura, visible only because her singing gave you an idea of where to start looking. Whatever weapon he was using had a far better rate of fire than her sniper, blasting away at the forsworn with multiple three round bursts of laser fire, but he was spitting up his shots rather than focusing fire. So either they were each incredibly powerful or humans went down a lot easier than bots. Whatever the case, when she popped out from her hiding spot she avoided firing on those vent had to avoid the possibility of overkill, quickly lining up another headshot and, with a clack-bang, she let it fly towards another forsworn’s poorly protected face. Not wanting to sit around waiting for her tree to get annihilated by laser fire, and not wanting to find out if the laser gunners where a significant threat in melee combat as well, she subsequently gave ground, quickly sprinting further back into the knot of trees they were taking cover in, using the previous one for cover as best she could, before quickly hiding behind a fresh tree. Piper was not, she had to admit, armed to deal with this many enemies, she was more a priority target kinda gal. She wished the grenade launcher and piercing laser armed Fen was here to clear out the goons, but she would have to make do with hoping the assault weapons of her comrades could do the job.