[hider=Burning Marketplace (Maria)][h1][center][b][u][i]Galactic Bazaar - Burning Marketplace[/i][/u][/b][/center][/h1]

As they fought against the Goblins they would find them only a little durable, it would take more than one hit to strike them down, but two or three would likely be enough, or particularly magically enfused or outright specifically targeted attacks.

They were a rather persistent race, an arm or a leg cut off or blown off, and they would still come at them in spite of that. The possibility of getting burnt by superheated metal didn't sway against them from trying to attack Trajen, they just endured the pain of that heat until he actually cuts them down with that sword.

Not unlike Klein's nightmare creatures. Both the goblins and whatever Klein created had that same sense of relentlessness. It's unclear if any of these goblins were concieving any other nightmare creatures or if the monsters that were created were within that fright range for them. But if Klein called out their fears as well, he'd likely notice that fear concieving something...difficult to comprehend, a black silhouette of...a swarm? A malformed hive? Some kind of shapeless monstrocity? It was as if the mind was trying to conceive a single fear, but in so many different ways that it was hard to give it a proper form.

Klein would likely hear them mutter "[i]Low-Father...[/i]" before then giving a howling scream and running at the monstrocity to continue their attack, the fear in their eyes apparent still.

Eventually, however, enough attacks on them would cause them to keel over. What the goblins had in persistence, they seemed to lack in actual endurance.

Maria, however, did have little trouble dealing with the goblins that seemed to have wings sprout out to fly after her, as she flies around to evade their attacks, deflecting their weapons with her staff. With Telekinesis, she made the staff move on its own to distract the goblins.

[quote][color=gold][i]'How you holding up? Must be dizzying fighting mid-air like that hu'[/i][/color][/quote]

"[color=violet][i]They are spinning me right round for certain, but I'll handle it. ...I might require a bag back on the ship just to be safe.[/i][/color]" She said back to him, with her dead-pan attempt at making humor. Turning the knob on her head slightly, she brought back her staff at fast speeds and proceeded to throw it at a nearby window, firing arcane shots out of her fingers towards the goblins, looking like little white sparks - feeling like them as well. They kept them distracted enough for her to telekinetically throw a bunch of broken glass from the windows she busted towards them at enough speeds to pierce right through them, the bigger pieces of glass outright slicing through them.

Regardless of how the goblins died, what happened to their corpses - assuming they had corpses - remained the same: they disintegrate into a black dust - the same matter that seemed to create them - and float upwards towards the black cloud overhead.

Interestingly enough, even the goblin Finnbar put in spacetime lockdown - once time was up - disintegrated into a black dust and returned to the cloud once most of the other goblins were defeated.

Once all the goblins died and vanished, the giant cloud started moving at incredibly fast rates, circling around before dispersing and fading away.

Without a word, Maria ensured everyone got through the portal Finnbar made and once they were, she flew right in herself.

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[hider=Crazy Jeep (Joey)][h1][center][b][u][i]Galactic Bazaar - NW Shopping Area[/i][/u][/b][/center][/h1]

[color=yellow][b]"Oi, Don't knock it til you try it, Sweetheart."[/b][/color] He simply told her as he seemed uncaring about the fact that his legs were exposed for any of the cops to strike from under the car. Either he was confident in their stupidity, didn't care much about getting hurt, or was simply an idiot himself. Either way, he he gave her a quick salute when she gave her order to get back in the Jeep, grabbing the jeep's door behind him, pulled himself and slid back into the driver's seat, shooting at the infantry as soon as he got back in. Seems he didn't need to take more than a couple of shots, as Avelyn showed off her magic, knocking them on their asses and for the most part making their weapons fly away like a newspaper in a hurricane. Joey gave an impressed whistle in response.

As soon as she was in the passenger seat, she gave him his directions to the ship.

"[b][color=yellow]Right then, Suggest you hang on kid, it's about to get a little crazy.[/color][/b]" He told her, prssing a button on his radio...

[hider=...And immediately switching from one outdated song to another.][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFF14JBtmu8[/youtube][/hider]

As soon as the began playing, he shifted gears, made the jeep swerve towards the direction Avelyn pointed towards from its parallel parked placement, and dashed straight ahead at alarming speeds. If there was one thing that Joey seemed to have, it was good reflexes as he swerved left and right around the obstacles - the security and their vehicles - while getting Avelyn in a good position to shoot at them before they can shoot back. Eventually he took a sharp turn to the third-left as she instructed and made his way towards the ship, parking himself with breaks so hard that it made the rear of the sheep tilt upward at an angle - almost cartoonishly - before landing on all four wheels right at the moment when the song ended.

"[b][color=yellow]...Well that was fun. Thank you for choosing Albion Taxi services. No need for a fare this time.[/color][/b]" He joked to her as he then got out of the jeep.

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[hider=Meanwhile at the rubble... (Nuletta, Zebul, Carmichael)][h1][center][b][u][i]Galactic Bazaar - Stock Trade Center Remains[/i][/u][/b][/center][/h1]

On his way back to his ship to attempt at continuing the chase against the pirates, he returned to the smoldering remains of the Stock Trade Center. Seems the fire fighters weren't there to deal with the flames coming out the place and threatening to engulf the neighboring buildings around it. Apparently some jackass bought out their emergency extinguishers and hauling ass to get more. The cops that were still alive and not quite as injured as others were overseeing the disaster before them.

However, what really made him stop in his tracks, was the arrival of two individuals, the Paladins, Nuletta and Zebul. The latter looking like he was having a little bit of a rough time of his own, a hand to his head as if he's suffering a headache.

"[color=cyan][b]...They defeated them, the overall performance is about as expected.[/b][/color]" He said, looking at his the watch on the wrist of his other hand.

"[color=lime][b]This is their first time bearing witness to them, and they're already in a stressful situation. I think we can cut them some slack for the time being. As for my own thrall...well, it served its purpose. That's all I could ask of it, really.[/b][/color]" Nuletta said behind him. As they spoke, Carmichael walked towards them.

"[color=green][b]This area is restricted. For your own safety, please evacuate the-[/b][/color]" Carmichael said to the two as he approached, Nuletta sighed unattentively as he made the general "leave now" babble and both took out what appeared to be a wallet before he finished his statement, opening it up to reveal a badge. Grand Admiral Kherol's mark on full display - that was all they needed to shut him up. It didn't take Carmichael long to connect two and two together.

"[color=green][i]Paladins...[/i][/color]" As specialists in Black Ops and other such dirty deeds the Ascendancy as a government didn't want to pin their names on, there wasn't a member of Special Forces who haven't at least heard rumors about these 'Paladins' of Kherol. A collection of freakshows that served as a magical ace up the Grand Admiral sleeve should the need arise to turn tables in his favor. Not many seem aware of their existence beyond that, but that badge is all they need to flash to just about anyone who has even some affiliation to the Ascendancy to get them by. Special Forces operatives like himself moreso than others, seeing as they were an Ascendancy organization supervised by Kherol as well.

"[b][color=lime]Agent Carmichael, I presume? Fancy running into you here of all places... I take it you came here for the pirates as well?[/color][/b]"

"[color=green][i]As well...? So, they're hunting them too?[/i] [b]Yes. I've been in pursuit of them since they escaped the Circle of Hell. I arrived here when they-[/b][/color]"

"[color=lime][b]No need to explain anymore, I got a good idea of what happened next.[/b][/color]" She interrupted the agent, stretching out her hand in front of him as if to silence him while looking at the flaming remains of the building. This was the stock trade center that the pirates blew up, it didn't take Nuletta long to connect the dots of how and why this happened.

"[color=lime][b]More to the point, you saved us the trouble of searching for you. We wish to take your testimony regarding the Circle of Hell incident. It seems you were the last visitor to arrive before the crash, and among the first to have left after the fact. Lord Winterborn assigned as essentially investigators of that incident, and so I'd like to hear your side of the story.[/b][/color]" Nuletta said, a notepad and a pen suddenly in her hands. Not focusing on where exactly she suddenly got a notepad and pen from, Carmichael instead takes a deep breath and proceeds to give her his testimony.[/hider]