The Evrensel Conflict- Chapter 3,Mission 2: The Hijacking

The telekinetic pulse did Reegan's mind no favors with the temporal ones certain to not be any better. The bramble that formed her mind afire with changes in the flow of energy across the spirit gate behind the new growth of her softwood midriff. Still ignorant of the oncoming reinforcements stared dumbly at the man she'd punched as noises came from someone punching the wall. What had she just been doing?

There was a gun that fired bullets. Did it fire bullets? Were these the bullets? Reegan looked down to pluck a bit of metal from her bust. Still very poorly tethered to the present she tried to remember where the bullet came from as yet another temporal wave approached. As time stopped again the inside of her mind burned as the bramble drew from the soul carin from that moment of infinite slowness. Repeated dragon breaks, the direct manipulation of a time stop from elsewhere on the planet, was not something for which the cycle servant was built to handle well. The Doctor perhaps of some more suited to notice those lightning bolts going from Soul Carin to Reegan whenever she blinked between another place and time.

The man she'd spared by breaking his jaw flits in an instant after just hitting the ground to a puddle of chunky remains that partly coated Reegan from fingertip to shoulder. The pulse unbalanced Reegan's mind and further time stops left her rather unwell.

She gibbers to herself in Japanese while swaying in place above the charnel, (Violator! Violator! Violator! Violator!)
 
Amber Franklin said:
The veil was down. Now was the time for action.
Click to expand...


Kaz took a quick look of the current fight. Emma had gone down... and there was a strange buzzing in her own spine, Something was trying to fuck with her own electric tempo. Huh. Such technology exists. Wonderful! It seemed the pulse was aimed to throw off a few things in the brain, seize up nerves, and stop movement... How could she know that? Well, she felt it begin to happen to herself, and simply tweaked it ever so slightly as to make the slight annoyance to her stop. As she ran past Emma and Alec into the fray she gave a single thought, Something something psionics are bullshit. Though, what she did know, is this place had wires all over. It was almost like a playground for her... Well, as long as she didn't knock out the power on accident~

With gunfire and various other things filling the room, she flexed a small mental muscle pouring some excess mana into her aura. Should be enough to bounce the small arms fire she heard. And thus, began her fun. There was a pillar in the center of the room, these strange pods that seemed to be strapped to them. Boy! That is a lot of charge. Would be a shame if someone... touched them~

With a flick of her wrists she deployed her gauntlets and sprinted for it, a round impacting her stomach causing a spiderweb of sky blue cracks to form along the impact slowly dissipating with time. Upon reaching the pillar she hopped up as far as she could, slammed her boot into it and scrambled up with the small amount of leverage she could allowing her to latch onto one of the wires that were attached to the side of the pillar.

She doubted she could stab into the thing, let alone shoot a hole in it with her handgun... The casing... made of metal. She couldn't help but smile. She reached a hand up and slapped it onto the side of the pod. In an instant there would be a rather large pop sound, probably louder then the gunshots themselves. The smell of melted wires and burning electricity would fill the room rather quickly as Kaz let out a yelp, or... was it a giggle... as she fell to the ground, spasming ever so slightly. Nothing, well, some things, could survive the amount of electricity Kaz just put into that thing, and she very much doubt this thing could survive that. Hopefully she didn't have to do that more then a few times... otherwise she would need to discharge herself a bit more then she was.

She cocked her head back from the ground to glance at Emma, to see if she was getting slightly better.
 
This was expected. Lavaetain had kept her power down, not called upon her sword, not revealed her flames, because she had somewhat expected this. After all, a mission where a person with a power perfectly suited for infiltration goes off without a hitch? Either her powers wouldn't be needed or, worse, would be. If the former there was no point in calling forth the golden blade. If the latter then it was best to not reveal her hand until things got messed up. They had gotten messed up. Fire flowed before her, rising up from seemingly nowhere, bursting into being, wavering, shimmering, flowing. They flowed before her and rose upwards as they seemingly solidified into her blade which she took hold of. She wasn't sure how much light that had produced just then or if it even still mattered but, no matter the level of light, it was about to become 'more than enough'.

Well, sort of. There was one small problem with the situation. Allies were on the field. Incinerating massive amounts of hostiles wasn't an issue. After all they were the enemy. If she hit more than she desired that was a GOOD thing. Likewise, with fellow mages, there were usually barriers about. Tia had been a scrawny girl but Lavaetain could feel confident that an accidental fireblast would have just lowered a barrier, soon to be replenished, instead of killing the girl. Even Karen, the last mage she fought, had protection. Just shooting her in the face with fire once wouldn't put her down. Probably just damage her haircut. Could the same be said of everyone else here? That wasn't even a question. In the future she'd need to consider seeing if there was some way to flame-proof her allies. For now that meant... she had to restrain herself from doing things like turning the whole area into effectively a mini-volcano.

Good thing she had lesser powers. She swung her blade in the air as her foot traced across the ground, moving in a circle. Once, twice, two concentric circles. Small glyphs appeared surrounding the magical lines on the ground weaving their way rapidly across the magical glyph. Then she stepped to the side. She swung her body about as flames trailed in her wake in a perfect 180 degree turn to the side, then repeated, then a third time. Each time flames trailing behind her and forming up. Forming up to create copies of Lavaetain, a blade of fire in each of their hands, their bodies made of pure fire. Only a blind person wouldn't be able to tell which was the 'real' Lavaetain, but that didn't matter right now. These copies couldn't even 'think' on the level of a golem. Each one needed Lava's own thoughts to act. That didn't matter right now either.

What mattered was that all four Lavaetain's were raising their blades upwards and, from all four of their mouths, they cried out in unison "For the Emperor!" as they charged forwards at the enemies.

Normally Lava used this spell to simply spawn clones that would rush forwards in a fanning arc to flank and attack a foe, aiming to trap them and score multiple hits lowering multiple barriers. They didn't need to think for that beyond 'run forwards' and 'swing sword'. These were, if anything, stupider than normal but, technically, the same spell. Just applied differently than she preferred.

A bullet slammed into Lavaetain's body causing a small burst of magical energy to ripple forth. She felt the impact, only slightly dampened by her barrier, but the bullet clattered to the ground without even breaking the fabric. She felt the barrier break in response and start to recharge; but she still had more. Sure, she'd be bruised afterwards, but alive. She lowered her body to the ground and held her sword close and low as she surged forwards towards the man, using fire magic to accelerate herself so she slammed into him faster and harder than normal with her blade ready to down him. She did her best to control one copy to flank, and have the other two guard the rear. She wasn't concerned about losing them since, well, technically they were just fire magic manifest. Bullets weren't exactly going to hurt them though enough disruption could cause them to destabilize.
 
The tunnel between them and the soldiers got empty quickly thanks to their efforts. Whoever remained quickly retreated, knowing they would only be committing suicide without the proper weaponry needed to take out these scattered. Fortunately, it quickly arrived.

giphy.gif


The gun was placed upon a mobile swivel, and pushed by two people. Such high caliber weaponry was needed against foes like Layyel, Markha and Reegan. The gun was wheeled out by the center, accompanied by four soldiers wielding riot shields. Two had regular machine guns, two held flamethrowers. Quickly marching past them were a dozen droids, armed with rifles. The flamethrowers sent out bursts of fire down the cave to push back Layyel and anyone else within it, while the heavy gun fired away directly at the giant.

giphy.gif


The bullets would be big enough to turn a normal human into paste and chunks. As it fired, the droids slowly marched down the tunnel firing shots through the smoke at Garrus, Alec, and Lava. The smoke would quickly reach the group as well; the room having little ventilation. If the droids and gun didn't get them, the smoke inhalation certainly would.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

giphy.gif


TARGETS REACQUIRED.

PREPARING STRIKE TEAMS.​
 
Delsin Rowe

The fight was draining Delsin, as he was used to open ground and ability to switch off from different elements to better keep ahead of the people he was fighting, and to recharge his energy stores to keep firing said element projectiles. Their situation seemed dire, as they had few options to get in and out of their predicament with what seemed like a really big fuck-off gun shooting at their BFG, and the smoke closing in on his friends.

But this is where it turned for the bad guys here. As one of Delsin's elements was Smoke.

With a grin to rival the Cheshire cat, he held out his palm to absorb the smoke to the point that the all of it was sucked up by Delsin. And the result was the man was overcharged, which meant he could do what Eugene describes as a "Ultimate." Or Karma Bomb, whichever he felt like naming it. In the Smoke category, he would pull off an 'orbital' strike that would leave whomever he was fighting bound in unbreakable smoke or dead. He couldn't help that as sometimes someone hit their head too hard being sent to a wall, and he did feel bad. But right now he needed to stay focus as he took a deep breath, turning into smoke with a set of embers flying back behind his comrades and in the middle of the hallway, facing the big gun. Letting loose his pent up excess energy, propelling himself forward while turning into smoke once more, but this time with three giant balls of fire following what was Delsin.

The force at which the energy slammed into the big gun and surrounding troops around said gun would be so devastating that it shook the building as grayish smoke filled the room before dissipating into the air, showing the gun melted and the men around it either bound by thick smoke around their wrists and legs, or in some cases, literally bound to the ceiling and to the walls. But in some unfortunate cases. Clothes and gear with ashes covering them. And behind the melted gun was Delsin Rowe, who urgently waved them over. "Hurry up!"

@Wade Von Doom @Amber Franklin @Wiggin @littlekreen @Whoever-Else-I-Missed
 
Reegan turned with an incensed inner yellow light that sputters and sparks like some huge tallow candle were inside her. Driven mad with nothing to calm her down had just enough to still identify her allies that she whirled at the noises from the door to howl in rage instead. Throwing herself headlong at the fray followed delsin's smoke as some second glowing thunderhead. The anti-material rifle continued in spite of the oncoming round bent on doing what they were there to do. One round, the smoke began to coalece toward Delsin. The yellow thunderhead kept coming. Second round, the smoke began to clear among the two new yellow holes among the sputtering yellow of Reegan's inner light. A third round pounded, tocast its smoke and brass free as the fireball coalesced in Delsin's hands. The flamethrowers welled up their stream of pain as Reegan surfaced from the smoke bank with much of her torso rent and warped by three craters. As the gun spent its last moments with the fireball sears past Reegan's head a laser tries to pass up her shoulder to her head.

A paroxysm of rage-ignited flesh and broadcasted psychic pain Reegan stood among the conflagration slashing at tanks fueling the fire ahead of Delsin. The voice of restraint among her inner psyche drowned by the entropy of temporal tampering and the rage that followed it leaped on one of the enforcers, crumpling their shield with brute strength, and clutching their head with a fracture of more than their helmet. Something from beyond space screamed from the gurgling enforcer as the maddened reaper's eyes flared as ebon black as the smoke pouring from her burnt and cratered back and started devouring a soul alive. Bullets splintering her formerly smooth hide all over as it simultaneously regenerated at a rapid pace.
@The Wanderer
 
Brick and mortar weathered by time and quakes, but the steel beams behind them keep the wall intact against. Kassandra's assault.

The flight crew, obviously no slouches in combat, take cover but do not cower. Eight of them rush forward to the fallen soldiers and grab their pod weapons before falling back behind Markha, Commander Harold one of them.

"Captain, what's going on? Is this a...coup or something?" The Commander asks keeping his aim at the door.

Emma returns to consciousness thanks to the intervention of Kaz, though her brain is buzzing and she is struggling to form a coherent thought. And if there is one thing you don't want a powerful telepath to do, it's to struggle mentally. For a few seconds everyone in the facility with a mind to enter feels the same dizzying buzz that makes it feel as if they are moving in a pool of heavy mud.

"Daaaamn youuu Kaaaane." Emma grumbles rising to her feet slowly. The feeling that had slowed everyone down dissipates now that Emma has regained her facilities.

Abby Dee/Courier Six - Character Sheet


Abby had killed the commander the moment she saw Emma faint. Maybe it was a lethal jump to the conclusion, but Emma herself had warned their cover could be blown at any moment. The Courier pivots on her heels and trains her long automatic rifle at the door, since the others made quick and clean work of the other guards.

In all the activity, Abby has...a moment looking at the door to the outer tunnel with her rifle ready. Another time she had been cornered in brick and mortar, aiming at a doorway.

"Gotta get topside!" Abby yells at someone on her right, who is not there.

"I know! I know we're cornered! What the hell are we doing about it?!" She asks after a few moments where the someone who wasn't there could have said a couple words at most.

"No, Boone, don't- Sonofabitch!" Abby yells as the conversation only she can hear reaches a bad end, and she seems to watch someone charge at the door. Then her eyes fall, and her face goes white.

"BOONE! NO! BASTARDS!" Abby sprints forward at the door, rifle firing.

It should be said this happens all while the others act in their own way. In a similar manner, Abby seems oblivious to the others, off in a violent and painful memory triggered by the specifics of this battle. Some of the rifle rounds whiz past Delsin.

Abby might have kept charging past Delsin, but Emma's influence stops her and also snaps her out of the shell shock episode she'd been experiencing. The Courier stands there a moment as she comes back to herself.

"Where am I?" She looks around frantically, and it comes back to her, and she nods.

"Right, spaceship heist."

Down the tunnel, in the very direction they'd have to go from here, what look like five balls roll around the corner and unfurl in a line roughly forty feet away.

zRKVdgE.gif
"Bug robots? I hate those." Abby shoulders her rifle and squeezes off a volley of full auto fire with rifle rounds at them. Each of the five are enveloped in a light blue orb suddenly, and the bullets are stopped on impact with them.

"Well that ain't good." Abby says then runs back to the others as the five droids return fire and advance slowly. Behind the droids march twenty troops reinforcements.

"Uh...we got robots with force fields!" Abby says the obvious with her back to a wall, looking around. "And unfortunately, my gun just for force fields is back home. Ideas?"
 
Last edited:
Reegan's supercharged mind and depthless howl rocked the hallway she was in as she drained the essence from the man. It wasn't enough to keep the fire at bay that charred her entire body. Though as Emma's mind pushed past Reegan's the spread of roots clung to that muddy soil. A moment of reprieve the reaper's mind touched for but a second of clarity as her light gave way entirely. The blackness of void rage took away her light as her body gave way and Reegan feel to her knees then clattered to the floor. An arm splintered and gave way then she moved no more.
 
Last edited:
Throughout the entire fight, Layyel had sort of acted on autopilot, uncaring for his surroundings as he chopped things to little bits. Then, out of nowhere something hit him really hard in the knee and sent him down onto all fours.

'Who did that?' he wondered to himself pondourously, before looking up right as another round flashed in front of his eyes and took a chunk of his sunken skull with it. Layyel rocked backward with the blow and found himself on his knees, looking up at the pretty lights as they coalesced into blinding nonsense as his senses hit him like a hammer. The worms in his spine wriggled as he tried to make sense of the situation, the tinies around him joining into the indistinct buzzing in his head. Why was he here again?

"And unfortunately, my gun just for force fields is back home. Ideas?"

Vision blurred, Layyel looked down at one of his tiny friends, ready with an indistinct object in her hands as the metal mantises readied their arms, followed by a pack of slate colored men who must've been the masters of this brightly lit place.

Layyel tried to stand, to support his friends, but fell forwards, just now noticing his mangled leg. Breathing out a guttural sigh, the worms in his spine renewed their pace and writhed sending jolts of adrenaline through his expired veins. His ragged breathes turned heavy until finally... he roared.

In the blink of an eye, Layyel burst forward, shoulder checking the constructs that stood before him then swinging his blade in a wild arc toward the men, slicing them in twain before reaching out with his off hand and grabbing the meatiest of the men by the head. He clenched his fist as he did so, destroying the man's puny skull before swinging his body around erratically, crashing it into his fellows and crushing them into so many little pieces. The Leeches in his skin buzzed with joy as blood seeped into his armor, mending broken flesh and shattered bone as it fell onto him. It wasn't long before the men had been wiped out completely, and Layyel was left panting heavily, wanting more. Soon after, the mantises shot at Layyel, their bright magic alerting him to their metallic forms.

His head snapping toward them, Layyel leaped toward the closest of the constructs, his blade swung downward in a powerful blow... that was quickly deflected and launched backwards, eldritch magic protecting the automatons. This didn't deter Layyel in the slightest, as he simply pummeled through the shield with gauntleted fists, eventually reaching the construct's shell and with an angered yell, ripped it in two before going to work onto its companions, their armaments aimed solely at him.
 
Last edited:
Nomad

As the gunfight continued on with some of his allies helping out greatly in their own way, he did his best to assist as he felt the power surge once more, his Light brimming with excess energy to unleash the Golden Gun for one mighty shot. Nearly used it when he noticed it, Reegan's form on the ground, still.

As chaos erupted with the giant taking the focus of the enemy, Nomad ran over to Reegan, Eye Dee Kay out and quickly scanning her for signs of life. "She's fading, and fast." The tone of his Ghost did not make him feel good, it was a tone he remembered all too well, thoughts of the Vanguard announcing Cayde's death.

It was a sad tone. Nomad looking down at his hand cannon, briefly reflecting Celestial Nighthawk's glowing eyes, the exotic's indicator that his ultimate was ready. He had an idea, a real crazy one that could kill him if he didn't play his cards right after this. "Eye Dee kay." He said to get his friend's attention, pointing at Reegan. "Give her some of my Light, the excess and then some. Enough to maybe do something." The singular eye of his Ghost couldn't quite express the shock that was evident in the air around the floating proxy.

With a reluctant silence, his Ghost would begin to seep a bright light from itself, the Light coming down on Reegan. An ancient voice, words far unknown but warming would echo in the Light, Nomad would take a knee as he felt more and more mortal, gun still in hand as he waited for his friend to finish the process.

As he did, Reegan would have effectively been given eighty percent of his Light. Weakened, Nomad looked down at his friend as he waited in hopeful tension for her to come back to the world of the living.

@littlekreen @Amber Franklin @Wade Von Doom @BazusoTheGrey @Whoever-Else-I-Missed
 
~=========~-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~=========~
Trigger
~=========~-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~=========~​

"I have no idea what the FUCK is going on!" Trigger shouted amidst the chaos. Over to the side he could see nomad doing… something to Reegan, who had been screaming earlier, and to his other was Abby shouting about some Boone guy. The big guy they had brought with them had one of his kneecaps blown off, ignored it, and charged at the bug bots that were now shooting at them. At this point Trigger was blind firing at anything that wasn't the group.

"Yo pinkie! Come help us out or help mrs. Warrior over there take down that wall! You aren't doing us much going trying to calm those guys down at the moment!" Trigger shouted over to Markha, referring to Kassandra. He then went back to blind firing down the hall from the doorway. How were they going to get out of this?
 
Captain. So Miss Frost had made her their Captain with her mind trick, and it had stuck after the attack.

"Yes! These soldiers are staging a coup, trying to commandeer the ship. But they need your crew to do that." Markha tells Commander Harold.

"Right right, so what's the plan, Captain Markha?" Harold asks. He just accepts it as fact, no question, and the others as well she can see in their faces.

"They….are staging a coup because the evacuation has been ordered, with alterations, and the alterations are not in their favor." Markha gives a reply that is very vague.

"Really? That bad? " Harold groans and sighs and for a moment, she thinks he might need further questions at least, or turn on her at worst.

"Affirmative. Lead the way, Captain."

A very familiar sound alerts Markha to the presence of Destroyer Droids before the one named Abby alerts the group. Their distinct metallic roll, and the discharge of their blasters were too familiar. One of few droids to give even a trained Jedi pause.

The unnecessarily rude command from Trigger earns the young man a narrowing of her eyes. She looks to Kassandra and her futile attempt to save the situation by breaking through a wall into the next room. Her lightsaber could burn through anything that was stopping her huge steel claws, but for what advantage?

And if she had not made her choice before, the fact Layyel had made his was the clincher. In the face of unknown enemies he charges forward.

Her swift feet carry Markha from the room, to Layyel without Markha giving any thought to the action. She runs up his back, over his shoulder, and down onto another Destroyer Droid with the blue blade of her lightsaber pointed down. One might assume the deflector shields of the droids were perfect spheres, but experience from others and her own knows that the shields are not perfect; there is a weak spot at the very top where a lightsaber can pass through just as hers does to cut through and collapse the shield. That droid is cloven into several pieces.

The moment her feet touch the floor Markha raises her hand at the nearest Destroyer Droid, and wills it through The Force for it to be pushed into the next with such force to break both of them, shield and all.
 
"Malaka!" Kassandra curses. The wall was not going to give to her strength alone. And looking back around to assess the situation, it first looks like busting through the room into another would not do them much good. Would be same situation, different room. She huffs away Trigger's unneeded call for Markha to help her.

"It's a lost cause! We need to charge forward!" The Spartan woman sprints after the pink woman, swapping her Nemean Claws for her Bow of Achilles mid-run and stopping just at the corner from the conflict. She sees the pink one, Markha, proving herself a capable warrior alongside Layyel.

Now, you might think this was kinda foolish, bringing a bow to a fight with far more advanced weapons. You would've felt quite smug in this assumption until seeing Kassandra round the corner and fire off three arrows in rapid succession into three soldiers nearest Layyel and Markha; they cut through the air to puncture vital areas at the neck, joints, any point to give them support. She would duck around the corner to avoid gunfire, and turn back around to keep defending from afar.
 
Jenhal said:
"Malaka!" Kassandra curses. The wall was not going to give to her strength alone. And looking back around to assess the situation, it first looks like busting through the room into another would not do them much good. Would be same situation, different room. She huffs away Trigger's unneeded call for Markha to help her.

"It's a lost cause! We need to charge forward!" The Spartan woman sprints after the pink woman, swapping her Nemean Claws for her Bow of Achilles mid-run and stopping just at the corner from the conflict. She sees the pink one, Markha, proving herself a capable warrior alongside Layyel.

Now, you might think this was kinda foolish, bringing a bow to a fight with far more advanced weapons. You would've felt quite smug in this assumption until seeing Kassandra round the corner and fire off three arrows in rapid succession into three soldiers nearest Layyel and Markha; they cut through the air to puncture vital areas at the neck, joints, any point to give them support. She would duck around the corner to avoid gunfire, and turn back around to keep defending from afar.
Click to expand...

An explosion happened right behind her when she said that. While everyone was busy keeping up the tunnel, Alec managed to quickly scrounge up some grenades on the soldier's bodies within the tunnel. Kassandra did a good job weakening the wall, all that was needed was a good explosion. And thankfully, that explosion managed to put a big enough hole in the wall for even Layyel to fit through. "Or we just go out the back!" Alec pointed to, then ran through to scout ahead. The makeshift path lead to a hallway that diverged from left to right, with no enemies in sight. "Way's clear!" Alec shouts back. "Trigger, Markha, give us some cover while we head out!" He orders them, grabbing Layyel's arm. "You've done enough, big guy, you're coming with us." He tells him, since Layyle looked properly injured, and he didn't want their only giant dying before they were even close to the ship.

Once everyone was through, Alec was quick to then make a decision. "Alright, we gotta try and lose them. One half of us go right, the other half go left--"

"Whoawhoawhoa," Garrus interjected, keeping his rifle on the hole for when Markha and Trigger came through. "Splitting up doesn't sound like a good idea."

"Well we gotta figure out how to find the ship, and we can't end up cornered again." Though Garrus was right, splitting up that many didn't sound good. "Alright, how about this, you all go left, I'll check out the right. If you get caught, you have the numbers, if I'm caught... well, at least it's just me." He admitted. "Keep an ear out!" Before anyone could say anything to stop him, he just ran off around the corner.

Don't worry. He quickly came back running even faster. "GO LEFT! GO LEFT!" He shouted at them, running past everyone in a blur.

Whats Tom Hanks Without Resistance?

4a501b35e93cee3f32faaf290b426eb0.jpg


Tanks​

It was coming right for them around the corner, aiming the barrel right their way.
 
Nearly being burnt out by internal forces the actual burning and psychic mire quelled an internal conflagration so left the fading ability to recover able to respond. Like a stem of wilted leaves clinging to life then watered Reegan's body soaked up the light to a dark interior that hums along to the language. The smoking hole on her back singed then burning bits smoked their last. The arm that cracked made a rustling noise as green shoots leap across the gap to rejoin the shattered forearm. Reegan's hand stirred as blasters ricocheted off of surfaces nearby.

Her voice was discordant with multiple pitches as misty eyes instead struggle comprehend with a barely visible garnet hue, "What happened? I got in and time... went wrong. I don't remember."

The good arm balled her fist as Reegan heard a blaster shot and pressed weakly to all fours while shaking a dangling hand before her eyes and a depleted whine, "I can't feel my skin. Everything hurts"

She looked up at Nomad with those weak garnet glows for eyes that occasionally gave a wisp of ash, "Nomad? It's so dark I can't see well. Are the lights off?"

A stiff carbonized face winced with a splintering crack as shoots ejected the two rings seared into her good arm. Though her torso shook from the effort managed to sit up with her shattered arm held close. @The Wanderer
 
Nomad

While Reegan was brought back to life, or at least what counted in her case. But she was still weak and potentially dying, so faced with a hard decision, Nomad had to make one that would be more hazardous to him, but hopefully good for Reegan.

"Eye, transfer over." He said as the others quickly went over their plan. His Ghost essentially giving him whatever counted for shock in a look.

"What?! No! That'll leave you..." Mortal. He didn't have to say anything, Nomad could just guess what the unspoken word was.

"If you don't do this, she'll die." As much as Eye Dee Kay liked to come off as a know-it-all and one to stay out of things to seem as collected as possible. Nomad knew that deep down, his Ghost couldn't resist doing the right thing, even if it meant putting his Guardian and himself in danger.

With heavy silence, a light would be pulled out of Nomad, a trail led to the floating thing that was his Ghost. Before that light was put right into Reegan, the Ghost transmatting to be part with the newly made but temporary Guardian. The healing would now be a hell of a lot more faster, as now the Light and Ghost were effectively rewriting some of Reegan's body to fit the role of a Guardian. And as such, be way more compatible with the Light.

Meanwhile, Nomad would be left as a regular human. Holding the Last Word at the ready as the process finished up, waiting for Reegan to get up so they could continue with the mission.

Especially once the tank came around the corner. So without skipping a beat, Nomad holstered the exotic Handcannon, and picked up Reegan. Carrying her bridal style. "Someone cover us!" He called to the others. It'd be a real shame if the newly made Guardian was killed along with himself...

@littlekreen @Amber Franklin @YeetLee @Jenhal @Wiggin @Wade Von Doom
 
Reegan
In Reegan's universe, Thuum was born of the dragon language Dovahzul and its creature's natural affinity to magic. Firstborn of Akatosh existed before sequential time and proved necessary for the Ideal Masters to craft such a Reaper better than before. One that could develop and adapt to threats than fall to oblivion. Though in some respects limited. Her careful designers could only make a story seed and allow a mind to take root. As magic and language adapted the new creature to fit the words that described her to Nature, it filled her with knowledge where none was before. A thing akin to creating an amnesiac Guardian from the fallen that the Traveler rose with a drop of Light but a creature born from the creation of mages and the latent will of Kynareth's doctrine rather than the paracausal Traveler.

Thus the Ghost passed into her body to eager ecosystem of words and concepts struggling to continue their conversation. Tiny green shoots from burnt wood pointed humming leaves toward the newcomer in tacit awareness of a mind-thing. A depthless tangle of vines burnt partly to cinders reveals to the Ghost a body only partially manifested but in many respects a very familiar construct. One for whom motive force was a product should enough be there to keep her alive.

Thus the two forces met inside her body as white lacquer pours across the blackened nerves and body. Rebuilding on top of weakened green portions where her foundation lacked the strength to do so. As the transformation took in words of power and tried to shape them, her own motive force did the same.

Blackened skin sprouts swirling white forms—the adoption of similar patterns of the tree of silver wings. Though this one of a different paracausal nature whose inner words would not accept the darkness's nihilism. White veins punch through ironwood to conduct Light to where flesh once was that green shoots could grow toward. These pale veins showing a rapid reconstruction of her body as an inner Light drags Reegan away from absolute darkness. Mist in her eyes and body returns from deep burgundy to a pale red.

"Can you hear the singing?" Said Reegan in Nomad's arms as a forked white filigree takes over carbon flaking to bark.

Whenever she talked, the Light levels quietly spiked from its small war of expression. That will kept her inner story alive as Light writ Dovahzul across regrown pages. A template of Light for a crawling ecosystem that composed her self to grow behind it. Though as the process encountered her bracelets, a howling argument of Light and purple fire erupts.

A small war for the settling of differences as the tightly bound weapon argued its inner story with the Light. Elegant structures of engram threads were sent to communicate in clean and perfect ideals. The body spat back stable ecosystems of competing magical concepts expressed in Dovahzul grown atop it. A stasis of thought not by inaction or perfection but inner continuity.

The rifle nearby she'd impulsed into being quietly shuddered as it sent status to the Ghost. As Reegan's body continued going about growing arrows, the rifle's ammo counter ticked upward.

@The Wanderer
 
Last edited:
~=========~-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~=========~
Trigger
~=========~-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~=========~​

It looked like there would be no way out for the group. A brick wall of soldiers stood in their way, and all they had to break through it were their fists. That was, until a loud explosion roared out from behind the group. Apparently Alec had found a bunch of grenades dropped by the soldiers and had used them to break through the rear wall that Kassandra had weakened. "I guess he's not a blockhead after all!" Trigger shouted out, a little more joyous than he expected it to. He was the last one to make it through, allowing Markha to make her way out first. It didn't work out in his favor however, as when he began to turn after firing a barrage of shots, a sharp pain erupted in his shoulder. A crimson colored liquid was now beginning to drip down his left arm. It wasn't like he had dealt with this type of thing before… but man DID IT HURT! "Fuckin' SHIT!" He shouted, retreating into the tunnel. When he finally made it through, he saw Alec running back from one end of the tunnel telling everyone to run. Down the hall was a tank, heading straight for them. Trigger fired a few shots at it before following Alec in his full on sprint ahead of the group.
 
GM POST​

"We know where the ship is!" exclaims Commander Harold "It's-" He is stopped by Alec foolishly (in his opinion) jumping to action with minimal forethought. It was as if he and his team were forgotten.

Emma, since Alec had also neglected to realize just how far the others are, telepathically relays to those out fighting in the tunnel:

"Fall back to the chamber. The wall has been opened. Protect Layyel and cover our retreat."

That done, Emma steps in behind the others retreating into the wall opening.

Just in time to see the tank come around the corner Alec had chosen to investigate alone.

"We got this!" Commander Harold and the rest of the flight crew run up with their pod weapons. Emma could have put the crew of that tank to sleep, but if they had a chance to destroy it instead that was a better option. If the flight crew failed, then she would intervene. Also was a matter of not trying to solve all of their problems with telepathy, or else she was liable to trigger another psychic trap.

"Rockets away!" Commander Harold orders. The crew, as one, steps out from the opening into the hallway and a rocket launches from each of their weapons. All hit a different point of their target, and it explodes.

"This way!" Commander Harold signals the rest of the group as his team advances. They lead everyone down the right hall, past the burning husk of the tank. They meet minimal resistance, and that minimal resistance is eliminated by the rapid minigun-like fire of their weapons.

Finally, they come to a large set of blast doors.

"This is the hangar. Get ready. If this is really a coup, this is where the fighting really starts." Commander Harold warns the others as he runs up to a console beside the doors and punches in his access codes. He joins the others as the doors slooooowly open…..
 
Kassandra of Sparta

There it was again. Like the divine voice of the gods, Kassandra heard Emma in her mind tell them they had managed to break through the wall, and they needed to fall back and retreat into the new opening.

"Falling back!" Kassandra yells, not knowing how or if she can respond to Emma the same way. She walks backwards, shooting arrows at any pursuers, letting Layyel go first, following behind him. Explosions from the direction make her wary, but since the others keep going she follows. Seeing the burning husk of the tank, Kassandra feels somewhat inadequate. The might of the machine is still apparent even as it burns; yet there were weapons able to destroy it. Would the Spear of Leonidas be enough for her future foes in this adventure?

Perhaps she needed to acquire some different weapons.

Kassandra follows the group at the rear after switching out bow for claws. They come to their destination, though she is not happy with the warning they are given.

"We may be walking into an ambush?" The Spartan scoffs and looks around for anything that might offer an alternative to this course straight ahead.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Top Bottom
Back