[center][h3][color=tan]Courier 6[/color] and [color=sandybrown]Jak &[/color] [color=darkorange]Daxter[/color][/h3]
[b]Level7[/b] - (25/70) EXP (+3), [b]Level 4[/b] - (34/40) (+3)
[b]Location:[/b] Canyon outside Subspace
[b]Word Count:[/b]1358[/center]

The Courier enjoyed his position quite a bit and had to hand it to himself, it was a good tactic. Bastion’s turret form absolutely hammered the enemy forces before they could get a leg up, and the rest of his small army did their part to make sure Bastion remained unaccosted, or otherwise took out their own fair share of the subspace army. Gaige-Tron was laughing maniacally as it went to town as well and the Courier wondered for a moment if maybe he programmed the robot to be just a teensy bit too crazy in his efforts to capture the personality of Gaige. 

Their position of authority was soon overturned however, as [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/90/d2/e3/90d2e3ff2856032d36fcc7dc49334191.png]a ghostly apparition[/url] rose up from the middle of his encampment. “Behind you!” Gaige-Tron shouted. [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/f/fa/Perk_wild_wasteland.png/revision/latest/top-crop/width/360/height/450?cb=20101127221309]The Courier[/url] turned round just in time to see the floow as it began its cacophonous attack. Wave after wave of piercing, damaging sound resonated outward into the group. Bugfoot covered its ears but still took heavy damage to its carapace. The strikers were even less fortunate, as the lakelurk was poofed away in an instant and Bastion was left so heavily damaged that the Courier recalled him intentionally to  recuperate. Gaige-Tron did what it was doing best up until now, acting as a shield for the Courier and putting up its EradiShield. Unfortunately the EradiShield wasn’t up to snuff and broke after a good portion of the attack went off, which left Gaige-Tron to take some powerful shockwaves. The robot was damaged, but still in fighting form and its auto-repair protocols were engaged. The Courier himself got away with only some minor aftershock (as did Drumstick, his loyal chocobo mount), but it still left him slightly disoriented.

He shook his head, hearing the bellowing of Bowser with vital information: kill it quick, or it will regenerate. [color=tan]”You’ve got to be shittin’ me!”[/color] he spat, pulling out his shotgun. He popped a bit of coyote tobacco chew to offset the disorientation, the chem immediately taking effect and increasing his perception and concentration. [color=tan]”Ivories, keep’em off me!”[/color] he shouted, and the donphan grunted in response. A few primids came charging at him, but they were quickly flattened into pancakes by the rolling pokemon.

Time came to a near standstill while the Courier focused on the floow with his shotgun. He targeted each part of its body. Body shot: 99% chance of hit. Left arm: 74% chance of hit. Right arm: 77% chance of hit. Head: 92% chance of hit. Well with those kinds of odds, he was for sure going for the head. 3 shots queued up just as the floow was about to start shrieking again. [i]Bang bang bang![/i] The pellets of the first shot tore through the air and into the floow’s head, causing significant damage. The second shot did the same and left the ghost-like creature barely hanging on, but it wasn’t deterred from its sonic shriek. Shockwaves once again began to emanate from the creature as the third volley of shotgun pellets flew through the air. Most of the pellets were knocked aside, but a few flew true and in that instant the floow was finished off. Its segmented body fell apart. The shockwaves ceased right as they knocked the Courier off his chocobo and onto his ass. 

[color=tan]”Gah!”[/color] he cried out, gripping his shoulder where he landed. Despite all his cybernetic enhancements, despite being virtually superhuman in his durability, that still hurt like Hell.

He looked off to the side, seeing Bugfoot swatting aside some primids with his big meaty claws, then toss a flaming primid way up high into the air with his horn. The movements were pained and sluggish, not made any better by how the fire primid managed to scorch the bug as it went into the sky. The Courier couldn’t let it go on like this and returned the heracross to his pokeball, standing up gritting the tobacco between his teeth. Ivories came rolling back to his side, still none the worse for wear. The donphan seemed to be taking some pride in that its rival pokemon was returned before she was. Gaige-Tron came rolling on up as well, blasting some approaching primids in the head with its peashooter before coming to a complete stop.

“I got you something, boss.” The robot held out its mechanical noodle-arm revealing a small mote, a little colorful orb. Inside the Courier could see the colorful ghost he had just vanquished. 

[color=tan]”Heh. A real glass cannon, that hombre. Gracias, GT,”[/color] he said, snatching up the spirit. He turned round to take stock of the battlefield. There was some kind of scythe-tank driving around attacking them, a bunch of the small fry still running about, and some rather big boys in primary colors stamping about the place. Oh, and some flying carpet looking things were flitting about the place now in addition. So that was a thing. The Courier held out the spirit in his hand and spoke to it. [color=tan]”Alright ghostly friend, how’s about you go some haunting fer the good guys? I’m sure that rolling scythe thing would love t’hear yer lovely singing voice!”[/color]

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Jak and Daxter were making quick work of the feyesh and other airborne enemies without much hassle. Despite Light Jak’s wings being fairly slow for flight, maneuverability wasn’t a high priority when the morph gun was capable of mowing down all their foes with impunity, and Daxter was up to the challenge. At least he was, until reinforcements arrived. Suddenly there were fliers with ranged capabilities in the form of lightning shooting clouds, and carpet looking goons that could bring other goons with them!

[color=darkorange]”Uh-oh. Jak, you don’t happen to be able to use your shield again, do you?”[/color] Daxter asked worriedly as a spaak sent a ball of electricity hurling their way. [color=darkorange]”Jaaaaak!”[/color]

Jak did not respond (not that he could talk in Light form) but instead completely stopped flapping his wings and adjusted himself in the air to fall feet first. Daxter freaked and jumped back up to Jak’s shoulder, throwing the morph gun up in the air in the process, which was quickly snatched up by its owner. The ball of lightning flew right over them as they fell down, and Jak revved up a yellow eco spear and impaled the spaak.

[color=darkorange]”Uh, Jak? I can’t help but notice that we’re still falling. You gonna uh, start flappin’ again?”[/color] The answer to Daxter’s question came in the form of action. The light eco surrounding Jak dissipated in a flash, leaving behind plain old vanilla Jak.

[color=sandybrown]”Hang on,”[/color] he urged his friend, then popped off the jet board and surfed the air with it. [color=sandybrown]”Woohoo!”[/color]

A trowlon came to scoop up Jak, but he just flipped off of it with a shockwave, knocking the thing senseless. He flipped upside down and began rotating like a helicopter, a pleased grin across his face. Meanwhile Dax’s face had turned green and he was doing his best to hold in his lunch. The ground was quickly approaching though, and that meant the time for showing off tricks was over. Jak flipped back over and aimed his trajectory carefully, impacting against the side of the head of the largest nagagog. The jetboard released a shockwave directly into the monster while Jak flipped back and onto the ground. 

Jak kicked the jetboard back up onto his back and swapped over his morph gun to its latest form: the Sporebloom. He quickly unloaded four shots of red eco “rot” into the behemoth nagagog, noticing a meter on the weapon rising with each shot fired. Well, if raw power just made this guy bigger and nastier, maybe a heaping bunch of rotting spores would knock it down a peg!