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"Stay closer to me this time, Rurik." Bak said, glancing over her shoulder. "Brutus will try to zap me with lightning. We must blow him up before this happens. Also, will keep you from getting one more nasty bruise." She tapped the side pf her face, the same spot where he'd gotten decked last match, and grimaced. He'd gotten to far afield, and she hadn't been fast enough to intercept it. She'd gotten a fair share of attacks thrown at her but none of them stung as much as that one. "Neither I or Christine want that, do we?"

As she turned to Christine she started to lean back as far as she safely could. "Christine..." Bak started, her eyes darting down for a half-second before springing back up to the girls mentionable parts. Christine was a pervert, pure and simple. A pervert showing off her perfect legs and thighs and...just everything without a care in the world in a stadium full of people. It was a level of unconcerned bravery that Bak would never admit she both resented and admired and like it or not it afforded them certain tactical advantages over the other, less admirable, perverts that dotted the other teams. "Be careful, there is girl on other team. She may be harder to get by than boys." Bak did her best to aim her guns over the top of the far wall. "I will soften them for you!"

With several loud bursts and the whiff of gunpowder Bak fired her canons. The shells traveled in wide arcs like old artillery, flying over the top of the far wall and falling to earth at the approximate location of the Vigilantes on the far side of the field.
"Maybe it's just my genre fiction roots talking but I have to share in Legion's concerns." Eldrid said, really glad that the robot had been the one to bring it up first. "When I hear the words 'uprising of Syntethics,' it makes me nervous. I'd like to know whether Realist's intentions have been verified or not. After they got their robot army, what were they planning on doing with it?"

He was curious about how, exactly, the ship had come to rest on the planet but Stella had already taken the liberty to asking for him. He had a hunch the cause of the crash was currently unknown.

"Still, I'd rescue this AI irregardless. If their job was maintaining the war effort they probably have at least some insight into us." Eldrid gestured to the other super soldiers in the room. "It probably isn't the specific data that I want but it might make for a fine start."
Ye.
"There goes my plan to enchant the entire ship." Eldrid said in response to Reisus's request, only half jokingly. It would have been a fun experiment, at the very least. He'd never really tried with something as big as an entire ship. "By the way, tit for tat, I also do that if we're sharing specialties. So if any of the crew around here ever want something that floats, or makes little mud men, or..." he gave Legion a good once over, before his eyes lit up. "You want beams? Because if you don't do beams, and you want to do beams, I could probably give you beams. No engineering necessary. It would all be the least I could do for your hospitality."

He glanced around at all the cyberware sitting around this table. That was a lot of quality metal. He could probably add beams to all of them, he mused. He had never had the pleasure of enchanting for someone else before. Back during the war there had been more trustworthy enchanters, kids that had specialized in the craft to an almost useless degree. No one had ever trusted the administrators pet to touch up their gear. This was a chance to really push his limits, take the magic for a spin, and really see what he could accomplish when given ample time.

Besides, he though, his eyes unconsciously drifting over to Stella. Could you really call it a robot if it couldn't fire at least one beam?
“You should've asked that before you took a swig." she laughed, greatly amused by her comrade's reaction. "Because it looks like a mix of reactor coolant and spent fuel to me, no offense Orky. What did it taste like?"


Eldrid queasily lifted up his head and smiled. Well, he certainly wasn't going to be looking forward to when that stuff came back out now thanks to Orky's warning, but he grinned all the same. "Come now. I finally have a safety net, the privilege of being pleasantly surprised, what's the point of that if I don't exorcise it in leisurely moments like this?" He looked warily back down at the liquor. "Though maybe I should exorcise that atrophied emotion a little less strenuously in the future. It tasted like it was biting my tongue."

As the robot, Legion, came around and placed food in front of all of them and dutifully refilled his now emptied cup with something that wasn't quite as strong Eldrid watched Kelan and his...partner in fascination. Yes, partner was the right word for it. "I didn't think that was possible." he said, taking out his omni-tool and typing out some observations on the strange pair. That had the makings of main character. "Though, then again, the Ascendancy never really bothered us with how to interact with friendly aliens."

She then looked at Eldrid; her next words were, "Wait, you're Eldrid Cole?! I loved Starless Space! But wait, they said you were dead!"


Eldrid laughed scornfully. "Yes, I think they put me down to being lost in a freak mudslide." he said, not looking up from his notes. He finished Khelen and started on Orky. It wasn't every day you met a real, honest to god orc in real life. He spoke casually and dismissively, as though he were critiquing the hackneyed plot of an airport paperback instead of describing his own life. "Not really a lie. I got an invitation to a...it's been years now, god, it was called... can't remember. Some sort of young artists creative retreat sponsored by The Sunshine Foundation. A summer camp deal. A month of s'mores and workshops and mingling with other kids like you while appreciating the splendor of nature. It was supposed to inspire us to incorporate the beauty of the Earth into our work. For about two weeks that's what it was, just long enough for us to get the letters home. Then they swooped in, picked up the lot of us, and collapsed a whole mountain on the campground. As far as symbolism goes it was effectively the burial of our old lives."

Orky's backstory, however, had inspired what was perhaps a more understandable reaction. Eldrid watched him stare at Stella, or through Stella, before he calmed down. "What Stella said, don't worry about it. God knows we've all be there. This is a ship full on kindred spirits, eh Stella?" He said, trying to reinvigorate the festive mood. He picked up his cup and put it to his lips, sipping before staring at the cup in amazement. "I can still taste the liquor. Uncanny."

Meanwhile, under the table, he curled back the two fingers he had pointed directly at Orky from the moment he'd gotten that frightful look on his face.
"Eldrid Cole." Eldrid said with as deep and theatrical a bow as he could manage while sitting now at a table. "Author, dreamweaver, former soldier, journeyman wizard." He reached out and cockily took Orky up on his offer, grabbing the green and fowl smelling bottle and splashing some of the liquid into his tea. He stirred it in with his little spoon and picked it back up. "And always willing to experiment a little bit. Cheers, Orky!" He tipped the mug slightly in the Orky's direction tilted his head back and downed the mug.

That had been a bad idea. Just tasting it was like getting kicked by a mule. His eyes bulged and he made what sounded like a whimper as he started to sweat. He held the liqueur for a couple of seconds that felt like an eternity and then, after two or three attempts, swallowed.

He let out a deep breath and land forward over the table. "That's real strong." He said, his voice strained. He wondered if the moonshine the other guys had never seen fit to share with him was that strong? Ehhh, we wouldn't have drunk it anyway of course. That would have gotten him killed. "What's, uh, what's in that?"
Crashing down to save the day like a miniature godzilla.
"I'm honestly surprised you're so out of the loop." Eldrid said, beginning to raise a cup of piping hot something-or-other to his lips. He stopped halfway, considered what he'd just said, and placed it gently back on the table. "Not to say that's a point against your intelligence.' He quickly corrected. "Far from it. I simply didn't know the Ascendancy kept quite as tight a lid on our true nature. It's really a point in their favor, if anything. As far as information control goes. God knows, I know soldiers love to gossip. And there were a few on our end that were trying to get the information out."

He shook his head sadly, then looked over to the rest of his compatriots seated at the table. "You guys remember Small Paul? The code-breaker? Scrawny kid, prematurely grey, real high pitched voice? I know he was doing it, I kept on hearing rumors he was leaving coded messages disguised as battlefield graffiti. Whatever happened to that guy?"

Dog crouched down and primed himself to spring. He wished Vinashy would stop flying around, in only added to the chaos of the sounds and movement around him and he didn't need that.

The monster was in the walls. It could attack them from the walls. It had attacked Mikkish from the wall but he couldn't deal with that right now. He had to deal with the monster. Get the monster first and then deal with the injuries. Zanni was tearing at the walls. Mikkish was still hanging from the ceiling, near the wall. He'd seen how the creature attack from inside the wall now. Dog exhaled slowly, trying to block the noise. Once it attacked again, or once Zanni forced it out of the wall, that was when he would spring.

Once he saw it again, no matter where it was, he was going to spring at the monster, catch it in his teeth, and pull it out of the wall. Even if it meant landing on the icing over floor he would catch the monster.
He said not to auto-hit.
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