@Skull I hope Ence won't get too upset if Gerad starts talking about dismantling him. It's nothing personal, he just wants to know how Ence works :p
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@ArthanusWell I figured it was appropriate considering Gerad is only a touch over 4 foot
’Big Guy’? Gerad thought. Why do humans always think they’re so funny? Looking up at the human, he holstered his weapons before taking the proffered card. “Therak oz Gerad nil Mizol.” He replied, keying the comm code into his gear. “Gerad, since you humans tend to shorten everything anyways.” He rumbled; as he spoke, he began to rummage through the possessions of the dead for anything of value. A few credits here and there, personal doses of a couple of types of narcotics, and a fist full of cheap weapons, all in all a pretty poor showing.
“I have no need to think of it. Truth be told I am very low on credits and repair work only pays so much.” The credits he pocketed and the narcotics he left in a pile, sure they had value, but it was not something he knew much about and that just made them more hassle than he was willing to deal with. Most of the guns where not worth much of anything either, but a couple at least had some useful bits.
With one such weapon held before him, he set to work dismantling it for components with his tool studded secondary hands, while returning to where Gabriel was standing. “Though I find I must ask you Mr. Phoenix…do all your bounties get the better of you?”
“I have no need to think of it. Truth be told I am very low on credits and repair work only pays so much.” The credits he pocketed and the narcotics he left in a pile, sure they had value, but it was not something he knew much about and that just made them more hassle than he was willing to deal with. Most of the guns where not worth much of anything either, but a couple at least had some useful bits.
With one such weapon held before him, he set to work dismantling it for components with his tool studded secondary hands, while returning to where Gabriel was standing. “Though I find I must ask you Mr. Phoenix…do all your bounties get the better of you?”
Silvi’s tail curled uncertainly around her leg as she tried to make sense of the duo who’d been sparring in the streets; their ability to instantly move from one place to another was like nothing she’d ever heard of, and their mirror imaging of each other raised even more questions for her.
"I'm Ebony."
"I'm Ivory."
"Who has fought grimm before?"
"Who has fought grimm before?"
Please tell me they won’t be speaking like that ALL the time… She thought. She was sure they must fine it ‘cute’, but to Silvi the novelty was going to wear off really fast. “I have,” She said in response to their question. “Nothing major, just a few boarbatusks. My aunt is a huntress, and she has been instructing me, on and off, when she’s been in town.”
"I'm Ebony."
"I'm Ivory."
"Who has fought grimm before?"
"Who has fought grimm before?"
Please tell me they won’t be speaking like that ALL the time… She thought. She was sure they must fine it ‘cute’, but to Silvi the novelty was going to wear off really fast. “I have,” She said in response to their question. “Nothing major, just a few boarbatusks. My aunt is a huntress, and she has been instructing me, on and off, when she’s been in town.”
That sounds fine, whatever works best for you.
Silvi sat back with a satisfied sigh, chuckling at Mika’s comment. “Almost like they might have been checking up on the Academy’s only students.” Once again, she couldn’t quite keep a note of disappointment out of her voice. Still savouring the rich, meaty, she sipped a glass of water and sighed once more as her scroll began to vibrate. “Oops,” She said, pulling it out and looking at it. “That’s a timer I set; we should probably head back relatively soon…they might notice if we’re late…” She added with a smirk.
Sliding out from her seat, she rubbed her rather full belly appreciatively, before heading over to the till. There was no-one in sight, but when she rang the bell a mountain of a man, about the same age as Auntie Levi stepped out of the back. As he walked over to the till, it was obvious he moved with a limp. “You must be the students Levi told me about.” The man rumbled. “I’m Ube, Uncle Ube to my friends.” He added with a smile. “A pleasure to meet you.” Silvi replied. She was generally used to either looking down or at least across at most people, even full grown adults, but even she had to look up to look Ube in the eye.
“I was a hunter once.” Ube went on. “But I miss timed a dodge, and well…let me say this, at least the Beowulf never got a second swing in.” She was unsure how to respond to that, but Ube quickly moved on. “Now then, you kids come back here any time you need a good hot meal to fill your bellies.” Seeing Silvi pulling out her wallet, he waved her off. “That’s not need Ms. Wulka, I know you for sure are good for it, but think of this as me and Levi’s little way of doing what we can to help; for you three, your meals are on us.”
Her eyes widened and her tail twitched in surprise. “That-that is very generous of you, thank you so much!” Reaching out, Sivli shook Ube’s hand, his giant mitt enveloping her own hand. With the, aborted, attempt to pay done, she thanked Ube once more and stepped out onto the street.
Sliding out from her seat, she rubbed her rather full belly appreciatively, before heading over to the till. There was no-one in sight, but when she rang the bell a mountain of a man, about the same age as Auntie Levi stepped out of the back. As he walked over to the till, it was obvious he moved with a limp. “You must be the students Levi told me about.” The man rumbled. “I’m Ube, Uncle Ube to my friends.” He added with a smile. “A pleasure to meet you.” Silvi replied. She was generally used to either looking down or at least across at most people, even full grown adults, but even she had to look up to look Ube in the eye.
“I was a hunter once.” Ube went on. “But I miss timed a dodge, and well…let me say this, at least the Beowulf never got a second swing in.” She was unsure how to respond to that, but Ube quickly moved on. “Now then, you kids come back here any time you need a good hot meal to fill your bellies.” Seeing Silvi pulling out her wallet, he waved her off. “That’s not need Ms. Wulka, I know you for sure are good for it, but think of this as me and Levi’s little way of doing what we can to help; for you three, your meals are on us.”
Her eyes widened and her tail twitched in surprise. “That-that is very generous of you, thank you so much!” Reaching out, Sivli shook Ube’s hand, his giant mitt enveloping her own hand. With the, aborted, attempt to pay done, she thanked Ube once more and stepped out onto the street.
Gerad let out a pained sigh as the lone human that had been being held at gun point, disabled one of his captors and then levelled his weapon at the being that seemed to be in charge of the group. Spirits Below, why’d he have to go and complicate things?
He was already bringing his Barrier into position when one of the henchmen called out his warning; the stun grenade went off, but it had no effect of Gerad as his armour’s systems automatically moved to counter-act the blinding flash and thunderous bang. Weapons fire erupted immediately, but all Gerad did in response was to hunker behind the Barrier a bit, more out of habit than anything else, and return fire. Scattered, light small arms fire was exactly zero threat to Milita armour.
His first targets where the two ‘tagged’ thugs that had wrecked his truck; he’d hoped he would have been able to convince them, forcefully if need be, to compensate him for his loss, but now seeing as he was being fired at, he decided to cut to the chase. The first one was simply trying to run away, so he fired a burst from his VLA into the runners back, burning a roughly fist sized hole in his torso. The second took cover behind a large waste bin and was firing a one handed automatic slug thrower at him, the bullets, spalling and fragmenting uselessly against Gerad’s Barrier. Another burst cut that thug down as well as igniting the contents of the bin.
“Ancestors…” He muttered out loud as some of the others continued to fire at him, despite it having no effect. “This is becoming a pain in the hind quarters.”
The Barrier wasn’t really needed so he collapsed it and switched the VLA to his left main hand and unhooking the hammer from its mounting point between his shoulders. He snapped a few bursts off at targets of opportunity, chewing up the environment as he did, while advancing on the largest cluster of thugs who were in cover. “If you clanless stone-throwers are done wasting ammunition, I promise I won’t kill you.”
He was already bringing his Barrier into position when one of the henchmen called out his warning; the stun grenade went off, but it had no effect of Gerad as his armour’s systems automatically moved to counter-act the blinding flash and thunderous bang. Weapons fire erupted immediately, but all Gerad did in response was to hunker behind the Barrier a bit, more out of habit than anything else, and return fire. Scattered, light small arms fire was exactly zero threat to Milita armour.
His first targets where the two ‘tagged’ thugs that had wrecked his truck; he’d hoped he would have been able to convince them, forcefully if need be, to compensate him for his loss, but now seeing as he was being fired at, he decided to cut to the chase. The first one was simply trying to run away, so he fired a burst from his VLA into the runners back, burning a roughly fist sized hole in his torso. The second took cover behind a large waste bin and was firing a one handed automatic slug thrower at him, the bullets, spalling and fragmenting uselessly against Gerad’s Barrier. Another burst cut that thug down as well as igniting the contents of the bin.
“Ancestors…” He muttered out loud as some of the others continued to fire at him, despite it having no effect. “This is becoming a pain in the hind quarters.”
The Barrier wasn’t really needed so he collapsed it and switched the VLA to his left main hand and unhooking the hammer from its mounting point between his shoulders. He snapped a few bursts off at targets of opportunity, chewing up the environment as he did, while advancing on the largest cluster of thugs who were in cover. “If you clanless stone-throwers are done wasting ammunition, I promise I won’t kill you.”
@Arthanus Wasn't too happy with what I first posted, so I've done a bit of editing, made Gerad a bit less hasty. Sorry if it messes with anything on your end.
To say Gerad was in a bad mood was to put it politely, not that most other species would have noticed. Garundin’s had a reputation for being a surly lot, so they’d have just assumed he was behaving like normal; but this was different. He’d just spent the past four hours walking back to Oasis after the hovertruck he’d been using had been blasted to shit. It’d cost him a fair chunk of his limited credits and much time modifying it for his own ease of use, and now it was a smouldering slag pile out in the desert.
He’d been planet side for a few months now, and between odd jobs to keep the credits flowing in, he’d spent much time at a relatively close exposed bit of the strange archeotech, trying to see if he could figure out anything about it; so far he’d been no more successful than anyone else, but that was no deterrent, like any other Garundin he was patient.
Now, however he was on a bit of a warpath. He’d been working at his usual site, when another vehicle approached. He’ been cautious but since it didn’t appear to be a Skull Taker’s ride, he kept working instead of just engaging as soon at the vehicle came in range, that proved to be a mistake; there were no warnings, no threats, a duo just dismounted and opened fire at him, lobbing an explosive charge at his truck at the same time.
Fortunately for the duo, Gerad had been at the bottom of a depression and was not able to bring any of his rather potent ‘guns’ to bear, the only weapons he had at hand where some homemade pheromone grenades that he’d put together as they seemed to be somewhat effective in dispersing, at least small packs, of ‘hoppers’. He lobbed a few of those at his attackers, causing them to remount their ride and retreat in the direction of Oasis.
Seeing as he need to go back there anyways, he’d followed, managing to make the trip with only a few minor scuffles with some wildlife. Once back inside the settlement, he began sampling the air with his armour, using the pheromones to track his attackers through the place. Too many species without a highly developed olfactory sense, the ‘tag’ was almost unnoticeable, to Gerad, it was a ribbon of brilliant light. Following the trails, they rounded a corner to where he could hear a rather insistent conversation.
"Welcome Mr Phoenix, So I heard you were looking for me. I think we should have a bit of a chat."
"Yes, I think a chat would be nice."
He stopped short of the corner and listened. The ones that had shot at him and trashed his stuff were right there, and from the sounds of things they were not alone. Now most species, when confronted with a situation like this, would either back off and try again later or try and get some more information about what was happening just out of sight before they did anything, but Garundins just hit their problems head on and relied on their stubbornness and armour to carry the day, and Gerad was very typical for his people.
Stepping around the corner with his Barrier deployed and his V.L.A. in hand, he saw a dozen or so thugs all facing away from him and glaring at a lone human. "Hey," He said in a rumbling bass. "I don’t know what’s going on here, and don’t much care, but I do have a quarrel with those two." He added, using one of his secondary hands to point out the two ‘tagged’ thugs. "They come with me and I’ll get out of your way."
He’d been planet side for a few months now, and between odd jobs to keep the credits flowing in, he’d spent much time at a relatively close exposed bit of the strange archeotech, trying to see if he could figure out anything about it; so far he’d been no more successful than anyone else, but that was no deterrent, like any other Garundin he was patient.
Now, however he was on a bit of a warpath. He’d been working at his usual site, when another vehicle approached. He’ been cautious but since it didn’t appear to be a Skull Taker’s ride, he kept working instead of just engaging as soon at the vehicle came in range, that proved to be a mistake; there were no warnings, no threats, a duo just dismounted and opened fire at him, lobbing an explosive charge at his truck at the same time.
Fortunately for the duo, Gerad had been at the bottom of a depression and was not able to bring any of his rather potent ‘guns’ to bear, the only weapons he had at hand where some homemade pheromone grenades that he’d put together as they seemed to be somewhat effective in dispersing, at least small packs, of ‘hoppers’. He lobbed a few of those at his attackers, causing them to remount their ride and retreat in the direction of Oasis.
Seeing as he need to go back there anyways, he’d followed, managing to make the trip with only a few minor scuffles with some wildlife. Once back inside the settlement, he began sampling the air with his armour, using the pheromones to track his attackers through the place. Too many species without a highly developed olfactory sense, the ‘tag’ was almost unnoticeable, to Gerad, it was a ribbon of brilliant light. Following the trails, they rounded a corner to where he could hear a rather insistent conversation.
"Welcome Mr Phoenix, So I heard you were looking for me. I think we should have a bit of a chat."
"Yes, I think a chat would be nice."
He stopped short of the corner and listened. The ones that had shot at him and trashed his stuff were right there, and from the sounds of things they were not alone. Now most species, when confronted with a situation like this, would either back off and try again later or try and get some more information about what was happening just out of sight before they did anything, but Garundins just hit their problems head on and relied on their stubbornness and armour to carry the day, and Gerad was very typical for his people.
Stepping around the corner with his Barrier deployed and his V.L.A. in hand, he saw a dozen or so thugs all facing away from him and glaring at a lone human. "Hey," He said in a rumbling bass. "I don’t know what’s going on here, and don’t much care, but I do have a quarrel with those two." He added, using one of his secondary hands to point out the two ‘tagged’ thugs. "They come with me and I’ll get out of your way."
@ArthanusExcellent. will get on that
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