[center][h3][color=tan]Courier 6[/color] and [color=orange]Ratchet[/color] and [color=sandybrown]Jak &[/color] [color=darkorange]Daxter[/color][/h3]
[b]Level 6[/b] - (49/60) EXP (+2),[b]Level 6[/b] - (22/60) (+2), [b]Level 4[/b] - (14/40) (+2)
[b]Location:[/b] Hell’s Casino
Dead Zone - Ominous Tower
[b]Word Count:[/b]824[/center]

The Courier watched and waited, paying attention to how the battle was playing out. One of the Tipsy Troop had already been taken out by Geralt (which triggered the Courier’s competitive nature, he couldn’t let ⅔ fall to the witcher!) while he and his newly constructed robot Gaige-tron were barely putting a scratch on the martini glass. The robot didn’t seem to notice and was just unloading rounds, but with a quick voice command from the Courier the robot stopped firing altogether.

“It’s no use, I’m barely hurting it at all with my best weapon!” Gaige-tron complained.

[color=tan]”You didn’t fail, pardner. You gave me information.”[/color] He grinned while tipping his cowboy hat upward. He couldn’t be certain what they were made of, by virtue of being both alive and so durable. However the uselessness of the Revolution machine gun’s corrosive shots confirmed that these things were, in fact, made of glass. It was an amazing anti-acidic material with only a few corrosives being able to harm it very well. But glass had many weaknesses. The physical bond of the molecules was somewhat unique in that once glass was broken in one area, it compromised the entire physical structure of the rest of the object. Obviously these guys were a cut above any mundane glassware, but even Geralt’s powerful physical blow confirmed it: once these guys took a real solid physical blow, they’d go down like total chumps.

[color=tan]”Keep on the martini,”[/color] he ordered, taking off at a run. [color=tan]”Knock it down!”[/color]

“You got it, hoss!” Gaige-tron shouted back cheerfully. It’s machine gun arm transformed into the pickaxe arm and the robot charged forward, weaving around to dodge and avoid the falling alcohol globs. Once it was close enough, it hooked the pickaxe arm around the stem of the martini glass and kicked its motor into high gear, pulling and yanking backward while activating the eradishield generator to create a physical barrier. If all went as intended, the martini glass, being top heavy compared to any other kind of glass, would tipp and fall, and the harmful alcohol washing out would flow around Gaige-tron’s shield.

Meanwhile the Courier took a different approach. He ran past Geralt, busy avoiding the raining alcohol, by completely ignoring the attack and soaking in the harmful alcohol. He bit into a pill placed in his mouth and swallowed, immediately feeling a surge of anger and rage welling up deep within, exploding outward! With it came a huge heatwave! His new custom chem, made from the ashes of Megadragonbowser, was seeing its first field test. 

Burning with Inferno, the Courier jumped up onto the tall glass and grappled onto it like a crazed jungle man climbing a tall pillar. He embraced it in a tight bear huge, oozing harmful heat directly into his opponent by way of induction. [color=tan]”GRAAAGH!”[/color] he hollered, climbing his way up the bottle’s body until he could hug his burning skin directly against its face.

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Ratchet observed and watched as all the civilians, as well as the various fighters they had found in the police station, used the freshly constructed teleporter. He leaned on the omniwrench like a cane, using it to prop himself up, and glanced over to the engineer. [color=orange]”Looks like we make a pretty good team, eh? Hope you like the modifications I added to your design.”[/color]

Meanwhile Jak was busy staring at the creatures that had been sealed away inside the large tubes. Experiments? He got some rather unpleasant vibes from the whole tower, but these stasis tubes in particular. They reminded him too much of the Dark Warrior Project, the darkest point in his life. Anger welled up within the eco warrior just thinking about Baron Praxis’s experiments on his body. He inadvertently let some of the anger out as little crackles of dark eco tingled around his skin, but a deep breath calmed him down enough that the process stopped. He didn’t need to let his anger consume him now and cause any trouble.

Blazermate, ever the curious bot, decided to smash open the tube holding some sort of bizarre alien bee creature, which immediately went hostile but was quickly put down with a friend heart (not that it helped Daxter’s case, who struggled beneath her bossom). Ratchet spoke. [color=orange]”That’s not a bad idea. Any of these creatures could be valuable allies.”[/color]

Clank appeared, saying, “And there is no way to calculate which ones will be hostile enemies even after being freed.”

Jak stepped forward to the tube containing the weird alien jellyfish looking thing. [color=sandybrown]”Then we make them useful. I say it’s a win-win.”[/color] Without further ado he smashed the container with his scatter gun, holding the barrel forward and ready to utterly annihilate the creature in a single blast the instant it showed signs of hostility.