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[center][color=AC58FA][b]Level:[/b][/color] 2
[color=AC58FA][b]Day/Time:[/b][/color] Day 3 - Evening
[color=AC58FA][b]Location:[/b][/color] Forest of Skyrim
[color=AC58FA][b]Tag:[/b][/color] [@Mattchstick][@DracoLunaris][@Zarkun][@Lugubrious]
[color=AC58FA][b]Word Count:[/b][/color] 641[/center]


A heavy weapon splashed in the snow next to him. Boss glanced over at the weapon and then over at the red robot who was kind enough to lend him her sidearm until the two nerds back on the ship were finished fighting.

[color=AC58FA][b]“Now we’re talking!”[/b][/color] Boss excitedly exclaimed as he grabbed the weapon and took up an unsupported position. By the time he gazed down the sights, he saw that the Forsworn were already turning tail. The keen fire from the armed members of his team sent them running like cowards. [color=AC58FA][b]“Really?” he irritably grumbled. “I didn’t get a chance to shoot anyone!”[/b][/color]

He then stood from behind the rock he had been taking cover behind and brushed the ice crystals from his green Christmas sweater. The president continued to watch the tribesmen shrink into the white distance before he glared left and right at his team.

[color=AC58FA][b]“You guys could have at least saved me some. Shit.”[/b][/color]

It wasn’t like they were out-numbered and trying to protect not only themselves but those with unsuitable weapons. Suddenly, strange cybernetic squares began to materialize before the Boss. The squares pieced together gradually forming into what appeared to be a rifle. Boss reached out to grasp the weapon by the pistol grip as it solidified in his hand. The gun that had finished forming was an unusual contraption with purple, orange, and green tubes. Lowering the weapon, he walked over to Piper and handed her back her pistol.

[color=AC58FA][b]“Thanks even though I didn’t get a chance to use it.”[/b][/color]

Boss’s attention was then grabbed by the approach of who he assumed to be Ulfric. He arched a brow at the man, wanting outright to ask [i]who you is?[/i] but he refrained. He wasn’t entirely an idiot. As Ulfric beckoned them to follow him, Boss held up his rifle and the weapon vanished into an unseen weapon’s locker on his person. He jogged over to the head Stormcloak and introduced himself, [color=AC58FA][b]“I’m the Boss of this Motley…uh…I mean…[i]The Crew.[/i] The machine gods you speak of…I haven’t seen them, but I’m sure they’re just some dumb robots we can quickly scrap. We’ll get [i]Mario Kart[/i] back to you soon. It’ll be no sweat!”[/b][/color]

[color=0072bc][b]Boss. It’s Markarth.[/b][/color]

[color=AC58FA][b]“What was that?”[/b][/color] he asked, apparently looking up at the heavens as though speaking to some god (at least he appeared that way to the Stormcloaks).

[color=0072bc][b]Markarth.[/b][/color]

[color=AC58FA][b]“That’s what I said. Markarth.”[/b][/color]

[color=0072bc][b]You said Mario Kart.[/b][/color]

[color=AC58FA][b]“No I didn’t. Why would I fucking say that? That’s so stupid. That’s not even the right game.”[/b][/color]

[color=0072bc][b]You said Mario Kart you dumbass![/b][/color]

[color=AC58FA][b]“Kinzie; I’m-I’m losing you. I’m-I can’t-I’m…”[/b][/color]

[color=0072bc][b]…I know you can still hear me.[/b][/color]

Out of nowhere, a thunderous sound ripped through the sky and shook the land like a massive earthquake.

[color=AC58FA][b]“JESUS!”[/b][/color] Boss exclaimed as he dropped to the ground.

What made it more frightening was that it hadn’t been just a loud boom, but a voice shouting in some creepy gibberish followed. As everything fell quiet after its passing, Boss cautiously returned to his feet, his wide eyes glancing about his surroundings. Ulfric then explained that what they had heard were The Greybeards.

[color=AC58FA][b]“Greybeards? Like geezers?”[/b][/color] Boss questioned in confusion. Ulfric then talked about some great journey to go see them that would be just as cold, difficult, and full of danger than fighting tribesmen obsessed with deer fashion. As Ulfric resumed his walk toward the fortress, Boss turned around to face his [i]crew[/i] and said, [color=AC58FA][b]“You guys can go ahead and count me out. Climbing up some dangerous mountain to see some creepy old guys is not my thing. It’s fucking cold here. The sooner we turn these bots into scrap, then the sooner we can go home. This mountain journey has nothing to do with our mission and it sounds like a complete waste of time.”[/b][/color]