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Level: 2
Day/Time: Day Three-Early Morning
Location: Skyrim-Stormcloak Camp
Interacting: Ulfric and the Stormcloaks[@Holy Soldier], Ruben[@Mattchstick], Azura[@Lugubrious], Mr. President[@Holy Soldier], Captain Piper[@DracoLunaris]
Mention: 
Word Count: 630[/color][/center]

Vent didn't let up even as the Forsworn retreated, firing after them less in an effort to kill them and more in an effort to discourage them from turning around and resuming their now obviously futile attack, the laser rounds pinging on the ground all around them and whizzing past their heads until they were out of range and then out of sight. The Mega Man sighed a breath of relief as they vanished, but as the Stormcloaks rushed forwards to secure the now fallen Maverick weapons, a part of him grew apprehensive. The weapon design was eerily similar to several of Mavericks he'd faced in his fights back home, though there were several that were foreign to him.

Not only that, but their familiarity only confirmed that these "Steel Gods" were indeed Mavericks of some kind, though he had to wonder if they might be from a separate timeline, or even from his world's past. [color=OrangeRed][i]This...could be trouble. But saying something serves no purpose, especially since I'm not sure of how strong they are...[/i][/color] In a word like this, even the weakest of Mavericks would be akin to a god, slaying the humans here left and right with ease since their armor didn't seem proficiently strong to stop the blasts, if the way Ulfric and his "Stormcloaks" took cover was any indication. Still, to produce the weapons required at least a Pseudoroid level of strength, which would prove it's own unique challenge, as they had not only powerful weapons, but also powerful abilities that might prove difficult to handle for some of his teammates.

Then there was the part of him that wanted to stop the Stormcloaks and destroy the weapons outright, regardless of whether or not their allies could use the edge to even out the odds. They didn't belong here, in this world or in the hands of barbaric psychopaths who have no issues turning them on their fellows. But he knew that stripping their allies of a sorely needed even playing field was wrong, so he compromised with himself. He started to open his mouth to offer to teach the Stormcloaks how to safely wield and carry the weapons the the booming voices echoed through the land. Vent's reaction was similar to the Boss's, who's remark about leaving some of the enemy alive for him he ignored, and dove for cover, the ZX Blaster free of it's place on his leg and waiting for an attack that never came.

Instead, once silence had returned and Vent had relaxed and reholstered his Blaster, Ulfric offered both an explanation and a warning of what going meant. As was apparently expected at this point, the Boss declined going and said they would be wasting their time. From the Mega Man's personal experience in other parts of even his own world, only a fool ignored the summons of people who seemed as powerful and important to this world as the Greybeards. Asura verbally voiced this sentiment, though in much kinder, and many more, words that he himself felt like using. However, he knew more about the potential of the Steel Gods than the others, but with as uncertain as to their origin as he was, he had nothing truly helpful to offer. Instead, he did the next best thing.

[color=OrangeRed]"Then I'll go. You four can stick to our primary mission and I should still be able to communicate with you if the need arises. I agree ignoring the summons of these Greybeards is foolish, especially since we know only what Vault Boy offered us of the area."[/color] Of course, he wasn't sure that Piper wouldn't offer to go as well, but he felt reasonably sure that Ruben would stick to his orders, as he had so far proven to do.