Re: Old Waterways/sewers

[Galvery]

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Galvery had fallen through the ground after the massive explosion and drops...drops...drops and drops till hitting the grating so hard it knocks the air right out of him, but however he is awake. He rises slowly to be looking right dead at the two; Malice and Al, that unknown to him had left him up above to die. He smiles at them both saying, "It's good to see you both alive." Definitely not a picture of health for the half-blood had four broken ribs, swollen and blacken right eye, a limp and thus he was vastly more vulnerable compared to the others. Gesturing to the water flow he'd say, "Lets get the nine hells out of here." The Elementian began to follow the flow of water, stretching his left arm as he does so. In his grip was his stave, but the pistol he had was lost.

[MrMystic]

A whistling sound came from above as if something was falling, and something was. A pod crashed to the floor of the cavern that the three warriors were in. It was elementian in nature, but still hard to make out exactly what it's use was. It was made out of Elementian steel so it could take a beating. The top held some sort of panel that lit up and display elementian numbers, it started counting down from 60.

In another cavern not too far away held the Our Nostrum thugs that fell into the tunnel. Two more metal pods came crashing down, and both started counting down sequentially.

[MysteriousStranger]

She heard the whistling sound on their way out of the area. She bent her knees and went forward as thrusters expedited her ascension out of the waterways with a heavy smell of ionization in the air. She went out towards the fore-ordained meeting spot on the outskirts. There was much to discuss.

[Nethuama]

[Through Blood and Sewage.] Many of the tunnels had caved in around the collapse, the water levels slowly rising in many quarters until debris was removed. Who knew when, exactly? Fluids from a range of species occupied these sewers, filling up with every flush. It was like lightning through the circular, lichen filled pathways. Fortunately the Our Nostrum squad had eventually found one directly south of their prior position. It was unobstructed, allowing waste to slowly seep between the cracks of the rubble burying the section. The Claire-Vanguard squad was able to traverse down right onto the walkways surrounding these foul waters, two on each side. Anubria mutants immediately found another drawback to this mutagen; their size. The plated legs of Anubria orcs sloshed into sewage, forced to tread into the middle back to back. Their already battle-damaged shields were indeed dipped into the muck, growling swords kept at waist level with the edge almost horizontal.

Pushing aside solid matter with these hand-held walls, they voiced their displeasures in high gasps, “Fuck this,” humid airs whistling pass a mouth full of incisors. They did were unable to wear the masks that the Claire-Vanguard had. It was unpractical to even consider, but their forms granted an alternative. Too stubborn to use they continued on in nearly periodic, bellowed murmurs. They conversed lightly themselves via built-in speakers, radio-filtered heckling popping up in the expense of the Anubria Vanguard. Of course it went unrecognized as such. Biological phonic translating glands could only warp so many words to mimic tone. Kiish… “Going to have to wash the dog off, don’t roll in it. Hah,” onto, “Don’t eat it!” Most were reference to Mors who was seen, in all respects, as a dog – if not a monstrous beast of a dog.

The sound of Patrekk’s struggle was likely to be heard during their venture below, slipping through the manholes. The bellowed clop of boots continued down intersecting waterways, their course curving away and around and around the hole. They sought closest main channel where Galvary’s party coincidentally resided (approximately). There was many ways that allowed them to circumnavigate the cave-in said party had caused. The sight of rubble behind grates was indeed a sign, but it was to travel to the nearest opening via these tunnels.

Suddenly there was a scream from furthest south tunnels. These were possibly overflow pipelines that had housed some of the vile humanoids dwelling in the darkness. Howls clapped against the stone and metal walls, getting louder as they drew near. Those very same footsteps had attracted them to the nearest targets, but still others from the east. They grew furious at the entrance being blocked by the seismic outer waves. One-by-one they detached from the whining group to find another way, hearing the smallest of movements and murmurs bouncing about the walls. Unless they were ducks, but regardless how far away were they now? Close as the shit that sat around like lethargic snails. Maybe they were safe, for now.

Meanwhile the radio flashed with the words ‘hostiles, hostiles, hostiles,’ the corridor they had been traveling lit up by a mode unseen by those at the surface. Metal had been drawn from the curving walls as subtle waves scraped at whatever metal, subsequently drawing its particulate through vents along the weapons’ sides. It was quite the show; a swirling mist of the smallest metallic particulate funneled directly into the already intimidating weapons. Bam, bam, bam! Immaculate bullets were pushed forth by the very gas that they had originated from, peppering the rushing horde in both .556 and .45 balls. Ionized substances glowed like natural muzzle flare, dissipating quickly as it drifted to the waters. Tripping over one another, the sewer-dwelling monsters desperately wished for this potential meal. Each one at front was pegged several times somewhere in the midsection, jerking back with blood splashing onto his kin behind. They did not waste anytime to shove the wounded or dead ilk, screeching before a round likely ripped through their deformed skull.

The shrieking engines of the chainsaw broadswords rivaled the mutants’ own calls, surpassing the great buzz only with a sickening gargled scream. The spinning jaws of the weapons tore through the bodies of the frenzied foes. In a powerful downward hew, tearing through flesh until the swift crack of slicing through bones. The force kept them against the edge until they torso slid off the thick, blocky flat. Into another it went until swathes were mutilated. Blam! Others were met by the swing of their shields, smashing them against the edges nearby the Claire-Vanguard. Bones broke and shredded their malformed insides, fluids launched from their throats. Chunks and sections of their bodies splashed into the murky waters they fought within, littering its surface once some pieces began to float up. This would end soon, the sensors showing the numbers to be thinning as they either died or moving to other, possibly easier targets. They could only assume it was them retreating through fear, or at least hope.

[Anubria Orc Vanguard x2, Anubria Human Vanguard x1, Claire-Vanguard x6] [Hren: Blind ?P] [Pyrrhic Pylon ?P]

[Galvery]

No sooner the Orc pressed his Nemesis Gauntlets' were pressed against him and the power surged through him as if Malice just used a defibrillator on him he comes to consciousness. Gasping deeply he almost leaps to his feet than with a look around just to see the pod smash into the ground before them he'd sneer and then reaches to grip the two next to him. Things couldn't be any worse not only was a bomb on its way to destroy them Our Nostrum and the Hobbes Family were now underground with them, preparing to hunt him down together. The new presence would not go unnoticed as Galvery feels the pressure on his frontal cranium giving him a mild headache; which, for the time being was the least of his problems. Conjuring the electro kinetic force remaining at his disposal and with Malice at his right he'd feel the Hand of the Oiad with his knowledge of Ki drain from the young Half-breeds frame nearly emptying his reserves. Within a matter of seconds the trio would evaporate into electromagnetic particles and reassemble into what looks like a bolt of lightning traveling down an open waterway at blinding speeds, reaching mach 4 till they moved at least ten or twenty miles into the tunnel system till reforming far away within a matter of seconds. Alura, Malice and Galvery would literally reform in mid throw still tumbling through the air at about fifty miles per hour, which is as slow as he could make it before he had lost power completely again.

[MaliceD]

Before any questions could be answered about Gal condition the jolt seemed to awaken Gal quickly. The surprizing thing was the Grab and transmogerfication that took place. Some distance away they reformed in mid air spinning and slamming into the ground. Where mal landed on top of Gal. It would be sudden as Mal stood up quickly making his way away from the two and proceeded to puke his guts out saying between each heave. Im gonna kill you gal and eat your liver!. He puked again gasping for air before he blinked and looked around the the openings. Glancing to his left he moved to a ladder and climbed up to the Manhole cover. Pushing on it it felt as thogh something was setting on it. Though it wasn't to heavy since he could actually budge it some. He grimiced and yelled back" both of you watch your eyes" holding on with his left hand he brought the right nemasis force gauntlet back and began to charge his energy into his upper body and then into his fist. He knew the risks of over exsertion but they where close to getting out of the sewers. Forcing his ki into his gauntlets he buldged his bicept(Hammerhand) a explosion of stone and dust flew up and outward to the sides over the road he just created a 10ft by 10ft hole through. blood splattered from his mouth as he nearly lost Grip but managed to keep concous and hold his ground. Reaching down he offers his hands for both Al and gal to take hold so he could pull them up to the surfice. Hiding the fact he just damaged his self=e

[Ayla_Stark]

Ayla was nearly as green as Mal when the three rematerialized though she was able to fight the sickness that rose up in her throat. She fell to her knees in the foot deep water at their feet, gasping in a few calming breaths, holding her chest and focusing on not getting sick (wishing she could have helped Mal do the same). As she attempted to stand again, she found that she was still a bit wobbly on her feet and waited a few moments longer to try to covered her bearings, some of her coloring returning as she calmed in time to follow the other two to the surface.

[MrMystic]

As the cowards vanished into the depths of the sewer the timer finally hit 0, and air seeped from the device as it started to open. When it was fully open another mech creature emerged similar to the ones that lay lying in pieces all over the room. The Magicanus Delta as this one was designated was approximately 8ft long on all fours, and a chrome color. When it emerged it immediately went into prowl mode with those piercing red eyes. Scanning it located Elementian DNA, about 20 feet a out and ascending fast. The Delta let out a howl that pierced the very walls of this subterranean labyrinth.

In the room that the other two pods touched down two more mech creatures emerged, both identical to the Magicanus Delta, however one of them was designated Magicanus Alpha. They too entered prowl mode to scan, for the Elementian and found him, but no straight path would allow them to reach him. The did pick up something else on their scanners a few feet ahead, the Our Nostrum guards were being assaulted by an undersigned foe. The Alpha and Delta then entered stealth mode, and seemed to disappear, however the water the treaded through rippled with every step they took, so the stayed far enough back. They would intervene only if the Our Nostrum were overwhelmed and needed assistance.

The single Delta in the other room, darted for Galvery. The Delta reached a speed normal wolves were not capable of. When it reached the bottom of the ladder, a gun emerged from its back, and shot a tether that would latch on to something above and pull the Delta up. After reaching the surface the Delta would head in the direction of Gal.

[Nethuama]

[Through Blood and Sewage.] The cries of Claire-Tech weapons through the smelly passages had diminished once the throng had fully scattered. It was down to that final slice of the Anubria orc’s brutal edge against the soft, fleshy mutant. Blood poured from the yellow-toothed mouth, suffocating whilst the diminutive blades ripped through with ease. Two crimson-painted halves of the malformed being fell into the still, disgusting waters with an echoing sploosh. The Anubria-Vanguard pair was soaked with blood of the innumerable foes they had mutilated and allegedly scared off. The entire squad knew not the reasoning behind their fleeing, chalking it up to their victory. Anyways, they stood there panting, plated chests moving rapidly while the Claire-Vanguards were significantly less exhausted. Their suits allowed the entropy of recoil from their weapons that continued illuminate their surroundings, adding luster to the waste-covered walls.

Just as that Anubria orc had finished, his rear brethren would sense something approaching. The spines twitched with the spatial disturbance caused by the Alpha’s field, mimicking (meta)frequency concealing this unknown creature. With energy, there was a duality of sorts; one action to initiate/induce another even at the deepest of levels. Eventually the forward monstrosity of an orc caught on, diverting his attention to the encroaching anomaly. It was when the water sloshed and footfalls came that they grew agitated; many of the sections were dry in the summer, producing a most debilitating odor. It was amazing the party prior to them (relating to Galvary and his posse entering the sewers) could tolerate such a stench. Once the Alpha was nearby, but not in the open, the Anubria-Vanguard would slide their large feet left feet back through the mess of floating bodies and chunks. They could not see it but knew something was there, and all they could do was express hostility. Primal screams were suppressed in momentary gasps with maws ajar.

The Claire-Vanguard on both walkways reacted to the sudden alarm of their hulking protectors. One turning left, the other right, they were to immediately crouch and hug the wall with guns raised. They could only distinguish a shapeless figure on all fours through what setting they had switched too; Our-Nostrum technology was proficient in such matters yet it was dreadfully rudimentary. It was not nearly as advanced as Ashcroft’s but they knew these were standard issue to their armor. Tsss-tsss-tss… Digits waved along the foregrip of the Claire-Vanguard to the furthest left (Alpha’s right), anticipating for its possible advance. They could not report to their superior at this time, lacking the essential orders to go on. Deciding to take command, the rifle-wielding Claire-Vanguard spoke out through the helmet’s intercom, click “Identify yourself or we will be forced to attack.” It was stern and to the point, attempting to verbally restrain their combative squadmates.

[Anubria Orc Vanguard x2, Claire-Vanguard x4] [Pyrrhic Pylon ?P]

[Galvery]

Galvery came out of the tumble prepared, dropping his shoulder forward using the momentum to forward roll to his feet landing after Alura and Malice. He was breathing heavily at that having exhausted so much energy since his arrival on this realm. Smirking he watches the Ork vomit repeatedly and he says, "Better puking your lunch up than having I ripped from your stomach." Looking to Al he inspects her for any major injuries before his gaze follows Malice to the ladder, which is when he feels real excitement. Following up the rear behind Al he senses the other presence-the Magicanus Delta; which, were easier for him to locate due to possessing a "presence". He waits for it to surface its head where the half-blood waits in ready, wielding his stave in read it extends giving him a good read(6.0ft). He swings that staff with all his might, using enough force to where a spoon could cut into a manhole cover, which is equivalent to a hundred mile per hour crash between a semi an a car. If successful or not he'd turn around with stave in hand sputtering to meet his team mates at the ship. Looking between both of them he says, "Someone electrocute me."

[MaliceD]

Out of the manhole and sewers they seemed o find there self near a dock where some small ships where currently docked. Seeing Gal and his gaze toward one of these ships he yelled out alright lets make it to that ship pointing with a incline of his head. Seeing Gal swatting at one of those hounds coming up from the sewers and trying to knock it back down he moved to a near by trash bin and took hold diging his fingers into the metal his back arched and it lifted. Moving over to the hole he attempted to slamm the heavy trash bin over the man hole to atleast by them some time. Once all that happened he Glanced to Gal and Alya. He said pointly Run for it!

[Ayla_Stark]

After just making it to the surface, Ayla stared towards the other two as if asking what was next. As the Delta approached, she quickly began to consider what their options were. As Gal spoke, she knew there would only be one option at that point if they really were to escape alive and somewhat unscathed. "Are you sure?" She asked, looking around to try to find a way to focus her energy. Finding none, she furrowed her eyebrows a bit, but nodding. "I have never done this without something larger to focus the energy through..." She said, focusing intently on Gal, her hands shaking a bit as she lifted them, her palms facing Gal and the Delta. Just like before, when she electrified the web, her eyes took on the electric blue aura, her eyes glowing the same color. Though tempted to close her eyes, not wanting to see what she thought was about to happen, she kept her focus, thick bolts of energy soon resulting from her hands and straight into Galvery, hopefully continuing to the Delta and any other enemies that were near.

[MrMystic]

The Delta that made it to the surface was immediately knocked back, but was able to dig it's claws on the edge, with its hind legs hanging off the edge. When the Delta tried to pull it's self back up the Orc started shoving something over the hile, it would have made it out if not for being shocke. The bolt just bounced off the Delta, but hit the ledge it was hanging from, causing the ledge to crumble and the Delta to tumble down into the sewers once more being sealed in and no way out. The Delta decided to make its way to rendezvous with the Alpha and Delta.

The Alpha disengaged stealth mode, followed by its compatriot. A recording seemed to echo through the tunnels. 'We represent the Elementian authority, we mean you no harm. We can assist eachother in our tasks." The voice trailed of and the Mechs just sat there waiting.

[Nethuama]

[Through Blood and Sewage.] After such a grueling conflict beneath the streets, it was expected for this detachment to be weary. The sandaled feet of the Anubria orcs scraped at the waste-coated floor almost like a bull about to charge. It was not until this presence they had sensed materialized they took on a more primal, territorial stance; at different starts, they slid their feet shoulder width apart with their backs hunched over at nigh-matching degrees. Muscles bulged from the thick rhinoesque dermis, dull plating flexing with the posture change. This squad sergeant (the man who had spoken, indentified by a green bandana tied about the neck) thought of this to be a better alternative to more combat. They were purely attempting to reach the extraction point, having been stopped by those mutants now littering the passage. The Claire-Vanguard at the sides of the mutated orcs were feeling the onset of fatigue, battle regalia wicking away only so much moisture from their bodies. Every crevice of the males and females was losing it comfort. The overwhelming humidity within the sewers was barely tolerated by the inhabitants they had slaughtered. Even when night would fall, the likelihood of a cooling temperature drop was improbable. Not at this season. Almost naked and without fur, the Anubria mutants were unbothered by this thick putrid air.

Their weapons were still trained on the two magitek hounds standing a few yards away, listening to the message that traveled through the many tunnels. They had heard that same set of words before they entered the old waterways. Arms at the ready, the squad sergeant responded back whilst the other three Claire moved their weapons to the creatures’ legs and midsection: “Disengage your weapon systems,” An accent finally filtered through the intercom’s warping, a hint of Eastern Indian cleverly disguised behind static. “We shall lower ours in good faith as well,” His carried a tone that was unlike the woman’s jocular, rebellious attitude. They all recognized when weapons were at the ready, producing feint signals merely with their activity. If all was said and done, the two would know if the small ringing inside the helmets subsided.

The Anubria-Vanguard kept their stance yet the chainsaws were no longer running; their grinding pitches no longer plaguing the ears of the sewer’s denizens. The clicking of said intercom is was the remaining annoyance. “We do have little time for the matters of outsider,” Standing up as the others maintained the line, the sub-Claire weapon-toting soldier at the edge of the walkway to aim around her sergeant. “But perhaps we can assist each other,” He paused for a second to let his rifle simply hang at his hip, “I am not the one to speak to in those regards, but we could help one another along this journey.” Voice given a twist of fun, he made gestures to himself, the others and then finally to the pair of Elementian sentinels.

[Anubria Orc Vanguard x2, Claire-Vanguard x4] [Pyrrhic Pylon ?P]

[Galvery]

As the bolt of lightning surges through him Galvery lets out a loud shriek and immediately following the electricity he lets out a soft breath before concentrating his efforts into the Hand of the Oiad. The surge of energy from Al can be seen arching all around his body, slithering even as he prepares something spectacular it would seem. He had noted that the gauntlet seems to draw strength from his own, but he unfortunately didn't have enough energy to spare so he used the electrical shock, amplifying it with his own body and conducting it into the T'zulu artifact. Lofting his hand he concentrates all the energy at his disposal to create a Legacy charge; which, begins to cause a vortex around him drawing in ambient essence.

Extending his hand in a full palm spread the half-blood back peddles from the others to show the true ability of the gauntlet, summoning elements from beneath the grounds crust. The earth about him breaks a part pulling metals and other necessary elements into a shapeless mold. After enough had been collected it begins to shape itself upon will of the Hand of the Oiad's wearer based on the ships he sees one is meta-created just before their eyes. Slightly unsteady on his feet Galvery turns to watch the display in amazement as this was almost too much to believe as the ship forms.

((https://2img.net/h/oi60.tinypic.com/x52jb9.jpg))
x1 plasma gattling-cannon
x4 Electromagnetic Missiles
x3 Seats

After the ship takes form the young Elementian would look to the other two and say, "Can't put a price on convenience..." Grinning he looks down towards his gauntlet in suspicion o O (There's so much I still need to learn about this gauntlet and yet I still don't even know how I came to even have it.) Looking bad to the others he ask, "Can you still fly that thing Malice?" The youth would sigh softly as he tries to center himself, having dwindle his own energy in the process of all this. He holds tight to his stave, holstering it at his side in the gun holster meant for the now lost and destroyed pistol given to him.

[MaliceD]

Mal glanced from Al to Gal hearing his question he chuckled replying" well i should be able to i mean how hard could it be" he shrugs with a wink and glanced back to Al who was quite. Placing a hand on her head he smiled and grabbed her by the waist lifting her and setting her on his shoulder as he glanced to Gal and motioned for him to follow. Watching the bay door lower he slipped inside with Al and let her down onto her feet where she moved to sit in the navigation chair. While Malice slipped into the pilot station. Leaving the captains chair and weapons control to Gal. Studing the design he tilted his head and flipped a few switches hearing the turbines of the Drives hum to life. Clicking his belt on the bay door closed as soon as Gal made it into the ship. Mal spoke commandingly lift off in t minus 10, 9, 8. Thrusters ignited as the ship began to levitate and manover. Moving the joy sticks the ship turned 180 degrees as life suport came online. 7, 6, 5. Scanners came online along with weapons systems. 4, 3 ,2 warp drive powered up fully 1. And suddenly the ship lurched forward and flew over the city and up through the stratos sphere. Leaving behind the people who wanted to assault us

This would have all went as transpried except for one major flaw. Seeing the ship didn't even turn on he looked to gal and spoke. We have no power.......well its a nice paper wait Captian but with out a power source where a sitting duct. Mal glanced a moment studing before looking to Gal. Pointing out the auto pilot button he unfastened his self and made his way into the Engine room seeing no engine. Dumping nearly all the energy he had remaining into his Nemisis gauntlets he opened a panel on them and began wiring them to the ships Main conduit. Taping the intercom system. I can get us out of the area but not in space travel. Turn off all systems that don't deal with flight this is gonna take some rigging. Sweat dripped from his Browl as he continued to work vigorously. Once done his hands raised igniting the energy in those gauntlets and forcing it through the system. Sparks lights began to pop until suddenly the Ship began to boot up. They had limited power. Enough for flight but not nearly enough for really any thing else. It was up to their Captian to determain the rest

[MrMystic]

After what seemed like an eternity the lone Delta reached the other two mechs, and their new allies.
The Alpha stepped forward and a voice seemed to come from it, although the mech itself was not speaking. "Greetings I am Vern, my comrade here informs me that our target has escaped in a ship, they only way we can catch them now is through a gate my compatriots can create that links with our ship, if you are willing you may join me, I promise no harm will come to you or your team."
With that the two Deltas stood on their hind legs, and we're fully erect. They started to move parts around, and form what we're two metallic posts with a wolf's head on top. A beam shot from their mouths and met, which started to swirl in a tremendous blue light. It finally grew in size enough for passage through it.

The Alpha walked through the portal, and was zipped mikes away to the Elementian cruiser still docked. It waited to see if the Our Nostrum would join him.

[Nethuama]

[There is no Candy.] The photonic cascade was a sketchy van, the detachment were children. The Anubria Orcs snarled at the portal’s materialization, generating ripples in the ambient. Ts… Ts… Ts… One by one, the spines twitched in reaction to the preceding ionization, frames shuddering briefly with a sensation of detection. Even they were smart enough to venture into quantum entryways; not many in Our Nostrum employed this relocation method. Ebon being the most prominent, their endeavors to create a hybrid has only granted a single success. So far, at least, it was a quandary. Armored hexagonal cones, dubbed drop pods, were the main form outside ground and air transports.

The sergeant was the only to have lowered his weapon, standing tall amongst his battle brothers. Click! “I’m afraid this would be a detour,” The portal illuminated the area, pulsating radiance cast over the metal epoxy coating, “We cannot deviate from our course at this time, even if a reward is involved; penance is not worth it.” That synthesized tone had dropped for that moment before picking up after the third click, “But if your Elementian forces remain in the city, perhaps we could help with your search,” He then added before any likely response, “We know where to find you.” There they were to stand until they left; they could not turn their backs on an unknown target. These were machinations of an empire, their intentions were hazy aside from purely being a hunt for somebody they knew equally less.

They knew not, as well, of Galvary’s celestial meeting with an odd second person. Voices were to be recognizable, but the relation had not yet emerged. Perhaps it would never reveal itself to the very forces seeking him. Only those in that armored transport on the surface had access to this clip hitherto, but this information was destined to correlate. For now, these were unfamiliar and potentially hostile beings from another planet, or universe. Neither mattered to the squad; their guns kept trained on these caninesque whilst the sergeant awaited a response or prompt exit.  

[Anubria Orc Vanguard x2, Claire-Vanguard x4] [Pyrrhic Pylon ?P]

[Galvery]

The young Elementian nodded to both his companions and says, "Lets get the nine hells out of here. Forward until dawn Malice." Straddling his seat he reaches to examine the control panel at his seats armrest possessed, tilting his head as he observed the lights flicker and the switches gleam. Looking around the interior of their new ship he ponders, o O (Did I really create this? A sort of space vessel... With...this..) Looking to the Hand of the Oiad he searches and examines it even closer as his thoughts continue to run wild, o O (It makes me wonder what I can really do with such an item. I shall test this concept further when we are safe. That must be my main concern.) Looking to Malice first again his thoughts run wild, o O (He is an Orc of some kind and yet he isn't as he contains power beyond those I've seen in the past and those that...,) closing his eyes he pushes back a tear before finishing the thought, o O (...killed my grandfather...) He then looks to Al and ponders once more, o O (I don't even know her or barely heard her speak yet we both have been through hell together and nearly died several times. Yet I can't even remember her actual name-quite humorous if one actually thinks on it.) Grinning he says, "Let's head to the forest. We can at least hide there and lick our wounds, but I swear this isn't over."

[MaliceD]

Having made his way back to the Bridge of the vessal he looked to Gal and Alya for a long moment a grin washed over his face" its rigged but we only have flight. Aye the Forest would be a good spot, perhaps we can take the power stone from my air ship and convert it over to this ...thing. he would attempt to slap Gal hard on his back," by the way Lad damn impressive work. Moving to the pilot sit he flipped a few switches and took the yokes in hand." Alright fasten up lets see what this baby can do" the engines roared to life as the ship lifted from the ground. Tapping a few buttons this would be one of the first times Gal would see that strange Devine markings along his hands and forearms that seemed to be glowing with energy. Soon the ship lurched and forward they went at mach 1 heading toward the Captians Orders, The forest. Looking to the moniters he glanced over to Alya studing her a moment before he spoke aloud to both. You two did well back there, your bravery, and courage has earned my respect. Its rare to find a crew that people click with i think ive found two people i can trust with my life. I think if you feel the same we should stay together, and work together as not only a crew but brother and sister in arms. What say you two?. The throttle was slide forward ad the vessal moved from mack 1 up to mack two creating a streamline from its wings as he flew out of the city, and toward the forest area.

[MrMystic]

The Deltas would transom back to their mech forms and enter prowl mode to best assist the orcs, and to let them no they would harm them. They started to lead the way, but would fall to the back if the Orcs followed them.

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