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"I do," said Yue, catching the comm. "I can't forget. My target may well be anyplace on the planet by now. She dropped me in the dark under the plates from the 46th floor Tower, so unless she shows up in the square here we'd be wasting our time looking around."

Yue huffed, hissing air out of her helmet's vents. A mental impulse brought up her biomonitor, and she just stared at the list of cuts, bruises, cracks, and her not-quite-recovered concussion. She considered Dean while she rested the spear against her shoulder like she would her greatsword.

Yeah, 2Fast, we know. She wondered if Maire would accept "I have some ouchies" as a valid excuse as she considered her next response.

"Their Rogues have offered to help me to the surface. I'm sure one additional passenger is going to be fine?" Said Yue, as the quartet of glowing red points beneath her mask's visor flicked towards Dean. "We can talk then. Besides, I need medical attention or you're gonna have to carry me out. I have a civilian to check on."

The 'Crete crunched under her boots as she turned on her heel and twirled the spear away in a flash of light. A civilian to check on. Yeah, and probably a bitter duel to the death, but Maire didn't need to know that just yet. At least Chiroptera might be hesitant to engage her with another Templar around.

She hoped.

There wasn't going to be any winning that fight in the condition she was in.
Air hissed out of the vents in Yue's helmet in a long sigh, and the visor clapped back down over her face so her scarlet glare could pin Dean through its quartet of eyelets. Her body adjusted automatically as she felt the rough concrete turn to smooth, wet marble beneath her feet and very nearly lost her balance as Maire snagged a fold of her armor to keep her from sliding away. Alex's spear twirled out in a flash of light, and she slammed the heel of the haft into the concrete, reaching out for [Red] with a flicker of [Will] and [Intention]. It coursed through her Fortifications and rooted her in place. The impact rumbled through the nearby buildings not unlike thunder.

"I have a Promise to fulfill," Silver Fang replied in monotone. Possibly also a bitter duel to the death with someone she wasn't sure she could beat in her current condition, though she left that part unsaid. "After that we'll be departing to return to our jurisdiction with haste. I'm sure my presence on the surface has already been missed."
Yue's HUD flickered, highlighting distant movement in the corner of her peripheral vision. She turned towards it, flexing her fist as familiar numbness prickled along her fingers and wrist. Dean. Checking on Alex, no doubt. She should say something. Concern that she'd maybe hit the dolt too hard hovered at the back of her mind for a moment before it was smothered in [Crimson]. Air hissed out of her helmet's vents in a long sigh as she turned back to Maire. The ears on her helmet flicked before folding down, and she nodded her head in the direction she'd confronted Chiroptera.

"I have to check on someone," Yue stated pointedly, and started walking. Exhaustion flickered at the back of her eyes. Pushing the Haze out to her extremities so it could bleed off helped a little, but the fight with Chiroptera had taken a lot out of her. Once her Fortifications went down, she'd probably collapse. "After that we can probably go: the local defense force is cleaning up anything that's not fleeing."

She could keep pushing. Just a bit longer...
It hurt. Something other than his blood was boiling under his skin. Fizzing and popping like molten carbonated glass. Thoughts were difficult to string together, only focusing on the task at hand seemed to give Alex a moment's clarity. More mechanical lubricants and blood replacements slid down his arms as he finished dismembering his most recent Target. The Ripper was tossed to the side, this one having so much augmentation that they no longer even had a proper mouth. The hammering in his ears made it hard to tell if the cyborg was screaming or insulting him.

Agitation. The glass shard armor coating him shifted and rattled. Artifacting for a moment before settling. Its blue glow being cut through with greens and reds for moments. Alex showed no sign of awareness to the shifts or how the thunderdome was “glitching”.

He registered to look at a figure that showed up back down the road he had just come from. The lack of iconography or visible cybernetics on display was enough for Alex’s fight or flight-addled brain to recognize that this person wasn’t a ripper.

"Gotta find all of them, break their limbs… keep everyone safe."

The words came out almost slurred. And soon came on repeat as he began to stalk in the opposite direction. All but dragging his feet along, head on a swivel looking for any more cyberpsychos. It still hurts.

Are you really gonna let me kill all these people?


Yue swallowed static, thankful that her visor was down. No need to have the expression layer animate the look of horror she was wearing. Her breath shuddered as she forced herself to exhale. Everything would be okay. This was her friend and not the monster that forced her to kill. Her fingers twitched before she forced herself to trot after him, ignoring the swears from the quadriplegic Ripper Alex left in the street. She popped them with riot foam as she passed just to be safe, careful to keep it out of… well he didn’t have a mouth.

"Aegis? You okay?" She knew the answer to that. "Things are winding down… I can take over for you," she said, reaching to put a hand on his shoulder and hesitating. She wasn’t sure if Forgemaster’s armor would protect her from those Psionic shards or not.

Alex’s head snapped around. Yue flinched and his gaze bore through her for just a moment before he shrugged her hand off. There were no clear signs that he even recognized who she was. Pain flashed across his face and all of his constructs artifacted again. Blue, red, then green before settling again. While his armor settled, the thunderdome only seemed to grow worse and continued to glitch. He shook the pain off and moved to continue stalking the streets, seeming hellbent on finding any more active Rippers. Regardless of whether there were any left within Shieldtown's walls.

All you have to do is step out of your ivory tower…


Yue fidgeted for what felt like an eternity before trotting after him. Lights were on, but Alex wasn’t home. She’d been there one time and it broke her. Pushed into a corner, faced with a monster that shrugged off pain and injury. The only thing that could even inflict a bruise on it was… Phantom numbness prickled along the knuckles of her right hand and shot up her arm at the memory. She shook her hands out vigorously, trying to pull herself back to the present when a wild scream caught her attention.

A Ripper with an axe in each hand and implants flickering red with amped emotions ran out into the intersection ahead of Alex, hyping himself up to take on the giant. Yue launched herself towards the intersection, sliding past Alex as the magnetic catapult on her gauntlet whined with electric anticipation. With a snap and wet sputtering hiss, the Ripper was enveloped in sweet smelling foam. Alex had lunged a few steps towards the Ripper, but slowed once it was incapacitated… like an escort NPC with a bad aggro trigger. Yue huffed… there had to be some way to snap him back into the present.

More screaming. The emotional amp was overriding their fear. Two this time. Air hissed out of the vents in her helmet in a long sigh as she aimed her gauntlet and fired. A deep thud and an explosion of sand knocked one on his ass temporarily. Yue’s eyes flicked to her HUD in surprise, catching the red 0 next to her supply of Restraint Foam. Fuck.

Alex didn’t wait for any prompt, launching forward with a sudden jagged pillar of blue psionic glass from under his feet. Alex clotheslined the other Ripper. Said Ripper was stuck in the crook of Alex’s arm, all their limbs flailing in the air for just a moment, right up until Alex swung his arm downwards. Spiking the borged individual hard enough to crack the ground with a resounding thump. There were no screams or yells coming from the cyber ganger. Just a string of audio filtered coughs and wheezing. Alex still had the mental facilities to not just snap the person’s neck with a move like that. Somewhat impressive given his weight, size, and the speed he had suddenly been moving at.

Their legs seemed less augmented than their obviously chrome and carbon fiber arms, so arms it was. Alex slowly reached down and grabbed the ripper by each of their elbows. There wasn’t any malice or hatred to be seen or felt from the big guy. Just more of that detached fugue he seemed to be lost in.

”Was wonderin’ where you’d got to.”

A new voice entered the scene, joined by the sound of boots coming to ground lightly behind Yue. It was a familiar voice, dressed in a familiar cloak. Silver dust hung in the air around her like a fine mist, and Máire met Yue’s eyes only briefly before turning her attention to the gladiator. ”Thought I might find you in the middle of something.”

There you are…


For a second Yue was covered in blood. Artificial rain poured down from above, pooling at the bottom of the crater she’d made. Her breath came heavy, shuddering gasps as The Usurper finally lay motionless beneath her. She’d turned his skull to pulp. She had to Mach Punch him thirty times to do it. She knew her arm was broken. Her fingers would barely move and that numbness she’d associated with pain danced up and down her insides.

He wasn’t going to stop. Never stop. Even if we put him in prison. He’d squirm his way out to inflict more pain and death until one of them died. He spat her name with venom and vitriol. [Promised] her.

Was wonderin’ where you’d got to…


Static.


Yue forced herself back to the present. That wasn’t a monster. That was her friend. Her right hand twitched before curling into a fist.

"He won’t stop," she muttered.

”No?” Máire glanced at Yue for a moment. Her eyes studied the face of her helm for a moment, faint rings rotating back and forth in her irises. One hand went to the belt of her jeans, seeming to grip something that wasn’t there, then turned back to Alex’s cyborg dismemberment. ”No, I suppose he won’t. He seems rather focused on his task, doesn’t he?” She looked back at Yue. ”What about you?”

"I’m rotten inside," croaked Yue, after hesitating for a long time. The Usurper’s last words to her echoed inside her head. Familiar [Crimson] thorns curled around her heart as she stepped after Alex. She had to do something. If he killed one of them while he was like that, he’d hate himself.

As much as I hate myself.


”Is that a fact.” Máire looked back at Alex, watching his back as he worked to disarm a ripper. ”Well, you would know best.” A sword appeared from the air beside her, shooting off to the rear and dragging her backward up to a nearby rooftop. ”I’ll leave you to it, then. Let me know when you’re ready to head back.”

Show the world you're just as rotten inside as everybody else.


[Crimson] braided down her arm to her fist in burning threads as she approached him. Her eyes closed against the image of him turning to make eye contact with her while holding the dismembered cybernetic arms of a ripper. It didn't help. All she saw was him. The monster that Damon Glass had become. Disheveled. Distorted from Kingsly's drugs. Covered in blood. Eyes daring her to do something, anything to stop him. His lips split into a jagged smile.

What's it gonna be, Princess?


Yue was moving before she could stop herself. The concrete cracked as she braced, twisting through the hips. Familiar power ripped through her body until she thought she'd burst. Her fist caught on the sound barrier, straining her shoulder for what felt like years before she finally forced it like a brick through a glass pane. A sharp twang of numbness danced up her forearm to her elbow as she carried a wave of super-heated air straight into Alex's face.

Confusion. Fear. Anxiety. Surprise. Pain. Yue got to watch it all cross his gaze in agonizing slow motion as her blow carried the Brute off his feet. His flesh distorted comically with ripples of [Force]. The impact was deafening as she snapped back into realtime. Alex disappeared like he was deleted from existence, carried across town clear to the wall by the pressure wave. The psionic glass on his body, and every un-battened window shattered as the shockwave boomed across Shieldtown.

Alex lay still at the end of the trench he'd carved in the concrete, crumpled in the crater his impact had created in Shieldtown's reinforced wall. Air hissed out of the vents in Silver Fang's helmet and tendrils of smoke curled off the gently glowing metal of her clutched fist. She turned and made eye contact with a Ripper that had rounded a corner. He dropped his weapons, paralyzed as though he could see the invisible Haze of bloody [Crimson] burning off her skin. He turned and fled, a new emotion pulsing through their network: Dread. Yue turned on her heel and stepped purposefully back towards Máire as the dome of psionic glass over Shieldtown dissolved into motes of glitching light.

"Let's go."

[ShieldTown]



She couldn't be more than 18. Yet here she was with a knife and a pistol leading Silver Fang, a seasoned Templar, through the cramped alleys of ShieldTown towards some unknown shelter with "Paul" on one shoulder. Yue swallowed a lump of guilt: she shouldn't be the one following, yet this "Jade?" definitely knew the city way better than she did. Then there was the autonomous psionic defenses the girl had? She couldn't let anyone touch her, let alone carry a wounded person. Might be trauma related. What kind of trauma would cause someone to form automatic defenses that prevented others from touching her? Yue shuddered. She could guess.

Focus. We're not out of the woods.

Jade led them quickly around corners and between buildings as if she could see through walls. Without her HUD Yue would be hopelessly lost. Finally they emerged into a large open area that might have been a market if all the stalls weren't packed up. Jade pounded on a door

"Open up, we have Paul! Um. Alive! Um. I'm from The Den!" There was a tangible pause before the door opened and Yue stepped forward carefully with Paul. Jade moved aside so that Yue could lay the man on a sofa. She spent a couple of tense minutes administering first aid to the man's lacerations while the sounds of battle echoed outside. Just enough to stop the bleeding and prevent infection.

"He's been drugged. Little banged up, but he should wake up in a couple hours," Yue announced. "I need to leave and assist Aegis. Can you shelter this girl in the meantime?" The woman, Paul's wife Yue guessed, nodded quickly. "She has automatic Psionic defenses she can't control, please be cautious about about physical contact with her," Yue instructed.

"Crap. Thank you. Almost forgot," Jade exhaled a shuddering breath. She was shivering. Shock.

"Are you injured?" Yue stepped towards the girl. Jade shied away like an abused dog, driving a spike of guilt into her chest.

"Few scrapes. I'll be fine."

Yue nodded, leaving a small bottle of medical alcohol, gauze, and some bandages on the counter before striding out the door. She paused, taking a breath and studying the map on her HUD. She needed a vantage point to find Alex. Most of ShieldTown's buildings weren't that tall, unfortunately. It might be hell on her knees, but she could just leap towards the apex of the dome... one of the enhancements Forgemaster had made to her armor was "improved areal control," though she didn't really have any idea what exactly that entailed. Time to find out.

She crouched, taking a breath and bracing with her core. Braids of [Silver] wove down her legs and... Yue went down hard as some immense weight slammed the side of her head into the concrete. Her face was numb. Taste of copper in her mouth. The HUD shuddered, discolored in her vision for a moment as she swung a fist up reflexively. [Silver] threads braided along her arm in that tangible moment of impact. She felt metal yield against her fist before Force rippled through its structure.

The ruined object launched into a reinforced building corner and shattered like a cheap plate as Yue threw herself to her feet. A dark shape dove from above, silhouetted by the glitching, flickering psionic dome. Beastly, taloned cybernetic feet kicked out at the last second, catching Yue in the stomach before she had a chance to get anchored. The ground hammered her spine, knocking the breath from Yue's lungs. The world became a blur of dizzying impacts as she was dumped back into realtime.

For a terrifying moment Yue couldn't differentiate up from down and gulped an awkward breath to slow things down, ignoring the splatter of blood on her visor. She needed to disrupt the blitz long enough to find her feet so she could fight back. [Silver] threads braided across her whole body as she spun the weapon wheel on her HUD. An impact glitched Alex's spear into her hand in a flash of white. Not what she wanted but... something [Green] vibrated beneath her fingertips, intermingled with the [Blue] that resonated inside the weapon. Experimentally, she pulled on it with a [Silver] thread.

Yue lurched, pulled by the spear awkwardly. Shoved by pure kinetic energy. Her shoulder complained as she impacted concrete and tucked maladroitly into a roll as a dark blur ripped past her face. Whatever it was had to have been moving FAST to be a blur while she was accelerated. That narrow miss was enough for Yue's feet to finally find purchase.

The spear came down and swatted another blur, knocking it into the ground. It slid in a shower of sparks, twisting itself around to gain purchase on the concrete. It was a vaguely bat-shaped amalgam of salvage and cyberware. Ice poured down Yue's spine as it's "head" split open and a lance of heat and light ripped the moisture out of the air. Yue flinched, touching something [Red] in the spear inadvertantly. It locked into place like an Immovable Rod, wrenching her wrist and catching the beam. It deflected at an ungainly angle and raked across one of the merchant stalls, cutting down an awning and leaving a molten gash across the armored wall.

"Fuck," she muttered, regaining control of the spear in time to parry another drone rocketing for another head shot. The blade of the spear scraped against the slabs of armored plating protecting its wings. "Double fuck." Space. She needed space. The weapon wheel spun as she stepped, careful not to lose contact with the Earth lest she get juggled again. The spear dissolved into white light as she dropped it and closed her hand around the hilt of the Sword of Justice.

She swatted the flying battering ram with the sheathed blade, knocking it into a dumpster. The sword sang a crystal tone as she ripped it from its scabbard, and a staccato beat of lightning scattered a number of dark shapes. Force rattled her shoulder as the sword's quantum locked blade clashed against a mono-molecular vibro-sword, throwing sparks fluttering into the air like angry fireflies. An eyeless, black and red Kitsune mask was suddenly in her face.

What the fuck was Violet Glass doing here?!



Jade watched from the doorway. It sounded like a train hitting a mini-van. She just disappeared out of the door, leaving a gouge in the concrete outside. By the time Jade had ran outside to see, Fang had found her feet and was fighting back. It was a tornado of motion, sparks, crackling lightning and shrieking lasers.

Jade was paralyzed, bombarded by strict focus and hate-rage-death. Rippers couldn't fight like that... could they? Motion in the corner of her eye snapped her head to the side. A dumpster crashed onto its side, dispensing an armored ball that unfurled into a vaguely bat-shaped robot. It loped towards a pile of shrapnel that jerked and spasmed, vomiting sparks. The heavy set upon the destroyed drone, discarding damaged parts and integrating anything that still worked into itself in an unsettling display of electronic cannibalism. Jade shivered.

It was Vi? It was Vi! Jade screamed at the whirlwind until she was hoarse, trying to get them to stop. It was no use. They couldn't hear her while they were moving like that. Maybe she could use her powers to separate them? No. No. No. Jade couldn't control it like that: she might hurt one of them, or herself more likely. A thruster roared to life and the Heavy rocketed back into the fight.

Would they carry on until one of them died? Hate-rage-death. Yes. Vi would. Probably. Fang was all steely concentration and laser focus. Whatever thoughts and emotions she was having flickered by too fast for Jade to catch.

What should she do? They had to stop. One of them would get hurt, and there's still rippers, and Aegis who needs help!

"Dammit dammit dammit!!" Jade puffed herself up and ran towards the tornado of clashing blades, lightning, lasers, and certain death. She clamped her eyes shut and shielded her face. This was dumb. She would definitely get yelled at if she survived.

Noise, crashing thunder and shrieking heat all paused. Vi skidded to a halt and Fang vaulted over Jade's head, slamming the cyborg into the ground with a clothesline she only just managed to block. Jade found herself picked up despite the thrashing of her psionic wind slashing at any crevice in Fang's silver armor it could find. Jade stumbled, finding herself standing behind Fang, who crouched in a defensive posture between her and Vi.

"Wait! Wait!! Vi is my friend!" Jade yelled into the deafening silence. "Vi, stop! Fang rescued me!! ...and Paul!" Fang was a statue, one hand gripping a scabbard, the other open, resting gently against the hilt of the sword, ready to draw. streaks of red were seeping out of some of the armor's seams. Jade winced. Her psionic winds were most likely responsible.

"What are you doing here, little gem?" Vi asked as she pulled herself to her feet. Her drones circled overhead disconcertingly.

"One of Wolf's drones fell. I went to see why, and then...," Jade gestured to the flickering dome. "I... I was just trying to be helpful. I-I'm always such a burden." After a while Vi laughed slowly, making Jade frown. She didn't remember saying something funny.

"Are you injured, little gem?"

"Some scrapes. Got lucky. Fang pulled a collector off me. Saved Paul."

"Is that so? Did you rescue my little gem, Silver Fang?"

"I did."

"And are you here to arrest me?" Violet asked as her swarm of drones began to land and gather around her. Fang paused for an uncomfortably long time, unnaturally still. Coiled, like she could be a flash of death if Vi moved wrong. Vi did not feel concerned... though her hate-rage simmered below the surface.

"I'm escorting civilians to safety and assisting local defenses with the protection of ShieldTown," Fang answered, coldly. It wasn't a "no." More like an "I have larger fish to fry at the moment." Vi shrugged.

"This one is under my care. So is ShieldTown, after a fashion. Can we agree to settle this another, more appropriate time?" Long pause. Fang's thoughts were static. It was kind of nice actually.

"Please? Aegis needs help. He's not okay," Jade pleaded. Fang very slowly lifted the sword. Frustration. Resignment. Concern. "I'll be safe with Vi, promise." Fang let go of the sword, and it dissolved into white light, though she did not relax her posture. Jade knew the woman was terribly strong, even without a weapon.

"Another time then, Chiroptera."

"Another time. But don't keep me waiting, Princess," Vi dismissed. Fang flinched. Vi let her swarm of drones climb up and nestle into her torso. The Heavy perched on her shoulders and draped its armored wings across her shoulders.

"Promises are binding," Fang warned, and slowly uncoiled. Jade nodded. "I'll come check on you after I see to Aegis," she asserted.




Leaving felt wrong, but Yue also couldn't help Aegis while tied up with Violet Glass. If they continued, neither of them would leave unscathed. Amazingly, Forgemaster's armor was undamaged. Yue, on the other hand, was not so lucky. She flicked her eyes towards the biomoniter readout showing the contusions, bruises, lacerations and fractures.

Triple fuck.

At least the girl seemed at ease with Vi, and Yue knew the cyborg had a strict "no-kids-hurt" policy. It wasn't a lot, but it was something. Air hissed out of the armor's vents in a sigh after what felt like an eternity, and she turned away. Yue felt Violet's threatening presence tingle against her spine. Suppressing the urge to whirl around and lunge, Yue crouched and leapt towards the apex of the dome.

ShieldTown shrunk below her as she climbed, careful not to get too close to the flickering psionic dome. Control surfaces flared out, and she seemed to glide a short ways. Taking a deep breath stretched those scant seconds, and for a minute Yue just closed her eyes and floated in the void with her thoughts. Just long enough to clear her head.

Her eyes opened and she used the suit's telescopic optics to scan the city. Pockets of Rippers were still moving about, though most inside the city had been subdued and the overall swarm seemed to be losing steam. Violet had done a number on the Rippers gathering at the wall if the number of bats she had with her was any indication. The flying armored battering ram and the laser bats were new, and there had been a large number of smaller flying razors as well. They'd have turned Yue into hamburger if not for Forgemaster's armor.

The Erling twins were rounding up stragglers, and other pockets of resistance were keeping the Rippers under control, which just left... There! A beacon of [Blue], though it seemed off. He was all jagged lines and didn't appear to be wearing a helmet, which struck her as odd. The spear flashed into her hand, and she tugged on that [Green] with a little more intent.

It was less... "shovey" this time. A pulse of momentum and she was flying towards Alex and dragging afterimages. The suit's control surfaces flared to steady her. She tapped it a second time to "bounce" as she neared ShieldTown's rooftops. Yue landed a few meters down the street from Alex, dropping the spear and letting it dissolve back into white light.

"Aegis, I-" Her breath caught in her throat. Icy dread poured over her. Her hands trembled as Alex held a Ripper up and tore their limbs off.
Fang stared a the collector for what felt like a long minute. Its legs twitched and writhed like a dying roach, which sent an unpleasant sensation down her spine. Whatever it was has been twisted into a sick monster. It's in more pain than I could imagine. There's no saving it. Put the animal down. It's mercy.

Sairyn's cold words rang through Fang's mind. Words he had spoken to her when a collector had made its way to the surface and caused a panic in one of the Executive sectors. She had balked at his orders to kill it. It never felt right to take a life.

Monsters were made.

Fang turned her head to check on Raudd and Zolya, and her HUD highlighted them moving towards the town interior. Right. Couldn't dally. She got pulled away from an endangered civilian. The spear came free with a firm tug and dissolved into white light with a flourish as she turned to get her bearings. According to the map her HUD was generating, she'd been pushed nearly to the opposite side of town by the Collector. Going back the way she came meant navigating some narrow alleys, but the wall did curve around back to her destination. She could go faster around the perimeter where there were fewer obstructions.

She took a breath, feeling the world slow to a crawl as she pushed off.




The Knight got taken away.

Try not to panic. Jade gulped large, unsteady breaths while she tried to maintain feeling in her feet. The Collector was incredibly heavy, and it's pointy ends dug painfully into her flesh as she tried to squirm out from underneath it. The wind cracked and rushed around her angrily, biting into any crevice it could find and slashing at the soft tissue beneath.

Crowded. She had managed to get her knife free as Rippers poured over the wall. Paul had stopped moving. His thoughts were static. Collectors drugged their victims with a pretty intense cocktail of tranquilizers, so that wasn't surprising. Probably for the best, he'd be as terrified as she was.

Trapped.

Voices approaching. Cackles and sneers, thickly coated with the wet rattle of cybernetic rejection. She froze as Ripper thoughts drifted through the weave. Of the things they would do. How they would cut her up. Force experimental implants on her. Drug her.

For a second she was back in Northbridge with a Jahannam thug forcing her down, ripping her clothes. They were standing over her, and all she could do was brandish her knife at them lamely with a shaking hand. Her gun was pinned in the Collector's mouth, and even then... only nine bullets left in it.

A loud scrape on the concrete at the wall grabbed her attention. A streak of silver and a shower of sparks, leaving a hundred foot gouge in the wall as it bled off speed around the curve. The Rippers all turned in time to get scattered like bowling pins. The Knight reappeared in a shower of dust and gravel. For a fraction of a second the knight was a coiled reptilian beast buffeting enemies with its wings, and lashing with its whip-like tail. Her reactions were lightning... in fact Jade swore she saw an errant bolt of electricity in the blur. She even smelled ozone.

It was a dance of terrifying speed and grace as the Rippers were taken down and restrained in expanding foam that smelled of almost sickening sweetness. The body of the collector creaked and groaned as it was lifted, and Jade gasped raggedly for air as the pressure on her chest was released. She managed to pull her gun out of the Collector's mouth and wriggle free before it crashed back down to the ground a few feet away.

"Wait!" The knight paused. Anxiety. Worry. "It's not empty. Paul!" Informed Jade. Guilt. "Name? What's your name?" She was still shaking. Everything felt wobbly. Ears perked up and turned towards her. Cute. A vox clicked on.

"Silver Fang."

Woman's voice. Her visor peeled away into a braid down the back of her helmet, revealing a pixelated LED display. Red circles for eyes; small triangle nose. It mimicked her expression. Concern. Fang gently rolled the collector until she found Paul, peeling him out of the prison of synthflesh and steel on its back. The restraints were strong enough to totally immobilize its victim, and Fang was pulling the finger-like appendages off the collector as though she were cracking crab legs. Jade couldn't suppress a shudder, but tried to remain vigilant for more Rippers nonetheless.

"Can't stay here. Are you hurt?" Fang had Paul over one of her shoulders. It didn't seem to impede her at all. Jade was in awe of the raw strength, and wondered for a moment if Fang could lift Aegis.

"A little. I can walk."

The dome flickered and glitched above them, causing Fang to stop and look up. Worry etched the animated display on her helmet for a moment. Jade bit the inside of her lips. Aegis wasn't okay.

"Paul first. Shelter nearby: any reinforced building. I-... I can't carry him. I...," Jade fumbled for words for a moment before Fang just nodded.

"Lead the way."

[FREIGHT]



Leaving Shieldtown after Thunderdome Protocol physically hurt. The girls had assured her that that they had everything under control. Vi had radioed that she was en-route to locate Jade, and Wolf had seen the cyber-warrior crash into a wave of Ferals on their way out. Getting pressed against Astrid's back during their ride to Freight made up for the anxiety a little.

[HK] had slaved [Albatross-02] to Wolf's receiver, and the matte drone sailed silently behind them like a wraith on insulated thrusters. It had a couple of AGM-65 Mavericks, and a .50 Cal machinegun along with the Enhanced Observation suite. Not a lot of ordinance, but in a pinch nothing turned the tables like a surprise missile from a platform nobody knew was there. Wolf knelt on the lip of the overlook where they had stopped while [Albatross-02] highlighted all the Halcyon goons wandering around in the open, and a few inside buildings that pinged on thermal. The structures of Freight weren't very well insulated, thankfully.

[OBSERVING 24 HOSTILES]
[NOTATING 13 PRIOR DISTURBANCES]
[RUNNING PATH_TO_VICTORY.SIM]
[PROCESSING] . . .
[SUGGESTING KINGSLAYER.PRTCL TO HOST] -|


No, [HK], I know we want this elevator but we aren't here to conquer it. This is a stealth mission.

Wolf rolled her eyes a little as [HK] highlighted several infrastructure targets for AGM strikes insistently. It was still technically considered "stealth" if nobody was around to talk about what happened, and sowing chaos in the settlement would be so easy. Wolf stamped out the notion firmly.

Stealth means nobody knew we were there, [HK].

[HOST REJECTS SUGGESTED COURSE OF ACTION]. . .
[REGRETTABLE] -|


"Well... Looks like we're dealing with about twenty that aren't working or otherwise distracted. They're spooked, moving in full fireteams. Looks like someone did a number on one of their transports, and a large number of them are still cleaning up from the early Hunt. No Rippers, thankfully,"

[LOCATING TARGET FOR INTRUSION]
[PATHFINDING]. . . -|


[HK] drew a NAV-line into the Elevator facility for the [Vulture] drone on her back to follow.

Yes, [HK] we can get in and out that way without being seen, that doesn't get Astrid inside.

[CONSIDERING SUGGESTIONS FROM... guest] -|

Ugh. Fine. I'll ask. Brat.

"If we cause too big a disturbance they'll probably lock down the Elevator again, but from what I can tell it looks like they're in a hurry to launch it. Got any ideas?"
Fang's feet skittered across the rough concrete of ShieldTown's Streets, attempting to find enough friction or stability to stop the pointy semi-tractor of flesh and metal from pushing her clear across town as its sword-like claws skittered lamely against Forgemaster's armor. She was only just holding the gnashing mandibles away from her face and keeping it from grappling her entirely with a straight-arm. That luck wouldn't last... eventually it'd find a gap and cut into her under-suit.

"C'mon...," she grunted with a note of frustration as her heel skipped off a rock and buckled her knee for a moment. Fang braided [Silver] threads down her leg and stomped as the Collector thrust her out of an alleyway and into the thoroughfare next to ShieldTown's wall. The pair stopped abruptly as the concrete shattered beneath her, and the tail end of the creature buckled and jack-knifed like a de-railed train. Her HUD outlined Raudd and Zolya in her peripheral as she pushed with her toes to buy enough leverage for a straight punch directly to the collector's thorax.

The impact echoed through the alleys and streets like a gunshot. The force ripped a plate of armor off its back and hurled it into the side of someone's house as the collector tumbled after it, scrabbling at steel armored walls and concrete to regain its footing. Fang took a breath, pulling time to a crawl to buy a moment to think.

What's the plan here?

Got pulled away from an endangered citizen, need to get back to her.

Can't delegate this though, too dangerous.

What do I have to work with?


Heartbeat.


Reinforced buildings. Some juicy corners. Lots of concrete.

Many hard and durable surfaces. Iffy traction: liable to skate over the surface of these streets if I'm not careful.

And the creature? ... Strong, but can't overpower me. Fast but can't outpace me... confined quarters. many pointy ends.

Some bruises. Armor is holding. Friendlies in the line of fire...

Relentless assault. Pull it out into the open across town where I have the advantage. End it quickly.


Fang stepped after the collector before it could regain its balance, spinning the weapon wheel in her HUD until her hand closed around the shaft of Alex's spear, materializing in a flash of white. Windows shuddered as she whipped past, the spear sang electric bass in low "E." The collector was angling to intercept. Fang bounced herself up and skipped off a wall to change angles, driving the spear down towards a seam in the collector's armor that looked like it was protecting some vital plumbing. It twisted a sword up and sparks flew as the collector's arm was sheared off.

It was just enough of a deflection to throw her strike off target and gouge the armor. Fang let go of the spear as she felt the shaft bend, allowing it to spin in place as it ricocheted off the collector instead of getting flung from her grip. She deflected an overhead slash with her forearm as her momentum carried the two together.

It was leveraging the confined space to keep up with her. Perception enhancing implants… this was starting to feel eerily familiar to the fights she had with Violet Glass a couple years previous. Fang turned her shoulder into the collector and checked it to the ground, grabbing the spear as her feet found the street again. She swung the flat side of the spear awkwardly, and it crashed like a cymbal as it slapped the collector’s torso. Her feet found traction and she hauled on the end of the spear, feeling it flex and trusting that it wouldn’t break as she swept up the collector. Servos and hydraulics complained as Fang crushed it into the reinforced corner of somebody’s house.

The collector’s limbs bent and folded at uncomfortable angles as it braced itself against the building and shoved down on top of her. Fang was off balance as its full mass hit her shoulders. Change of plan… hopefully Raudd wasn’t rushing into that intersection. She let herself fall back, rolling with the momentum and planting her feet on the collector’s thorax. When she felt her shoulders rolling up, Fang braced her hands against the ground and took a breath, shoving with her whole body and launching the collector. It tumbled back through the intersection chased by sparks as it twisted and flailed to try and find purchase on something before hitting ShieldTown’s outer wall.

Fang was in motion as soon as her feet touched the ground, twirling the spear’s point into position and aiming with her free hand. She dug her toes into to the concrete pushing off for one step before planting, twisting through her hips and throwing the spear. It boomed through the intersection like a cannon shot, and cracked like thunder as it impaled the collector against ShieldTown’s wall. The collector’s thorax was crushed by the force, splintering the wall, and sending a shockwave rippling through the defensive perimeter and dome overhead. There was a short but tangible pause before the spear’s pommel sparked and fired its rocket thruster, shuddering lamely as the collector’s spindly legs writhed in its final moments.

Fang’s breath hissed out of her helmet’s vents as she took a moment to regain her bearings. There was only a moment or two to catch her breath before she needed to get back to that trapped civilian.

Dean really wasn’t kidding when he said that thing was rocket powered…

[ShieldTown]






[The Den]

[A Sepokku / XianaEvermor Collaboration]



“Cute kid, reminds me of my sister.” She could still imagine Luolan’s crying face, like she had left yesterday. The girl was probably old enough to have lost most of the baby-fat around her face by now. Putting both her hands in her pockets, Astrid mused about the Den, found families, and the cost of protecting others as she followed closely behind Wolf.

“She is… a handful,” Wolf murmured, chuckling with a tired note and idly rubbing a hand over the numerous scratches and scars on her cybernetic arm.

Astrid couldn’t help but smile as she thought of the pouting girl Wolf had shooed away, “On the contrary, I walked into a situation unexpected enough to qualify myself as flummoxed…” She looked around the room a bit, the well-kept furniture that held the mark of age. How long had these people been hiding out here? How many wanderers had come here seeking respite, and how many had found it? The thought made her almost hesitant to ask for help. They would be taking on risk for her sake, and she wasn’t even sure she could be honest about why. Not that she knew why in Jahannam, JAHANNAM wanted to know about the bombing.

She gave Wolf another once-over, seeing the stranger in a new light. Good people like her were hard to come by in Titan’s Fall. “I’m Astrid, Grunewald. Formerly of the Children of the Skye. Some people ‘round here have heard of ‘em.” Her words slowly lowered to a mumble as she said the last part. “You know… On second thought, I’m not sure I should be asking you for help. You seem like you have your hands pretty full with…” Her left arm gestured to everything around them lamely. “Wouldn’t want the Horde following you back here.”

“Well. Firstly, if you’re going to stay here for any length of time you may wish to pick another name,” Wolf began. “I’m… familiar with the Children of the Skye, but who you were in the past isn’t important. The Den is where you come to leave all that behind and start with a clean slate,” she explained. For a moment Wolf’s eyes flicked up and to the right: HK had left her in passive recording mode, but there had to be something going on outside since HK was scrambling the Manta Interceptor with the Lockdown Suite, and “Black Betty,” the enormous flying sedan that was basically a gun they'd ripped out of a wrecked A-10 and slapped thrusters on to the catapult. Wolf resisted the urge to run out and check on what was happening. The girls would call her if something got out of hand.

“As far as Halcyon is concerned, we’re unofficially considered part of ShieldTown. We pay for our part of the tithe in the security and services we provide to our neighbor, if that’s what you’re worried about. They also know better than to come snooping around here or trying to settle old grudges,” she quipped. Wolf had sent them a pretty clear message and a bill for the damages last time that had happened. The Dragon, of course, wasn’t pleased. The thought brought an amused smile to her face.

"I'm not, that is to say, I don't-" A new name did sound nice. Something more refined than the ones she'd haphazardly been stuck with. She shook her head to dispel the notion before she could succumb to the temptation, "I just need help getting topside. If you think you can assist me with that, and it won't cause any blow-back on you from the Horde, I'd be very grateful."

She grew quiet for a moment while she carefully thought of what exactly to say. "I'm sure you heard about the explosion in Justice Square. The rest of my family is up on the Plates, some of them not far from there; I need to check on them." None of that had been a lie so far, she nodded slightly before continuing, "And, if it isn't too much trouble, I was hoping we could arrange to have my bike sent up with me? It was a gift from my sister, and she'd kill me if I showed up without it." Telling Wolf more would go a long way to cementing trust between the two, but... Her eyes darted about the room, spartan by necessity, refugees only a few rooms away; thoughts of that little girl's golden eyes, and that feeling of something crawling in the back of her mind while she shared that psychic view of the ocean.

There was no reason to divulge further, these people had their own problems. "I know it's asking a lot, and I don't know when I'd even be back to repay you." Her right hand anxiously reached behind her back, closing around her left upper arm. “I could pay; not much, but I have some Clat on me. I can pay more if you accept credits.”

Wolf’s chair creaked as she leaned back in it, maintaining eye contact with Astrid. She supported her elbow with one arm and pressed a knuckle to her upper lip in thought. The dimming lights and the resonating *thud* of the catapult through the bulkheads above them reminded her that HK was too busy to verify Astrid’s statements. News traveled rapidly in the Undercity, and Astrid’s story tugged on her heartstrings, but was that enough to put herself and her pack at risk for someone she didn’t know? The thought gnawed at her for a solid minute and her cybernetic wolf ears twisted to follow the sound of someone dashing down a hallway in another part of The Den.

“Well…,” she muttered uneasily. “The Lifter won’t breach the surface with your rig.” Wolf didn’t know Jade either when she shot the two men accosting her and brought JAHANNAM down on the pack. “Unless you can carry that thing while climbing the crater wall we’re booking a trip on one of the elevators,” Wolf muttered while staring off into the space between. HK was busy, so she was queuing intel reports from The Den’s servers manually to her HUD. From what she could tell, Freight had been hit pretty hard by some unknown masked Deviant followed by the Hunt. They’d missed a scheduled lift trip. Probably scrambling like hell to get it moving again.

“Someone move the ‘Vulture’ to the catapult when there’s a spare moment, please,” Wolf muttered into her sub-vocal vox. The faint sound of a double-click reply was only just lost to the ambient room noise. “I haven’t pissed off the Dragon in a while… Tell you what: I’ll get you to the surface to check on your family. You bring me back something pretty next time you’re in town and we’ll call it even,” Wolf smirked.
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