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Rockman X: And Eternity; Act 1: It's Stranger in Paradise
Topic Started: Dec 14 2013, 12:04 AM (4,487 Views)
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[16:15 - Inside Styx Base]

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It was dark out by the time it came, the distress call having been blinking on the receiver in the guardhouse for at least ten minutes while it's denizens played poker in abject boredom. Commander Wolff sighed as he walked in, seeing his crew regard him with salutes, though he was sure some of them viewed him with about as much interest as a stack of yard tools at the hardware store, it didn't matter. The lupine Reploid went to check the call and discovered what had been missed. Normally responsible and prompt he grunted and left without saying a word, making his displeasure known.

It was ten minutes later the base's contingent had been gathered together by none other than the chief medical officer and self appointed 'inventionist' Gene Replete. There was no sign of Wolff as she gave their new assignment in a giddy tone. She was excited which was usually a bad sign for those involved as it almost always meant that without the strict guidance of Wolff, it was guinea pig time for the new recruits, and a chance to gather combat data.

"We've received a call from Eichel Engineering and it appears they're in dire straights. They need assistance now... or twenty minutes ago technically. I think perhaps whoever turned down the sound for the comm should not try this in the future!" She spoke loudly while holding up her tablet, a wide smile on her face. It was exciting despite the nature of the situation. It wasn't often they had an actual opportunity for real combat and she'd been itching to try out the recorders she'd given all of the new recruits, along with a personal pet project she'd given to one of the most junior enlistees.

"Anyways, we should probably go now... we are wasting time just standing here while they could very well be in grave danger so... off you go." She made a shooing motion toward the garage, coaxing everyone to get in the larger of the two transport vehicles, and also the only one up and running after it had cannibalized the other for parts. "Just cram in there, anyone else is welcome to come but..." She picked up her tablet again as she leaned against the door to the vehicle, holding it to read.

"Hailfire, Arclight, Chimera... and Azhrarn. You guys can't get out of this, sorry. But you get the fun ride today! I hope we get ambushed..." She stared wide eyed for a moment before chuckling, making it seem like a joke as she swung up into the driver's seat. But one could never tell with her.

"Anyone else that cares to join us, get in! It'll be a bumpy ride..."She sighed contently, gripping the wheel in anticipation. "Because I forgot to get the shocks done..."

And who knows the last time we actually did -anything- around here...



[16:35 - Inside Styx Transport Vehicle No.1]

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The road was uneven, bumps sending up it's passengers every few meters unless they were strapped down and secure, which for any of the new recruits was entirely up to their discretion. Rebellious, eccentric, strange, or foolish dreamers, Styx had ended up with those at the end of the line, but it was damned well going to make due, and in style! Everyone who was relatively new was grabbed for this. A test run to see if basic training had paid off...

There were seats lined on either side and room for the more bulky of their number, along with some reserves of energy, and stock weaponry that they'd used in training, but with the seriousness of this task they'd all been permitted the full use of their normal weaponry.

While Gene drove along the road toward the Engineering Laboratory, singing something whimsical to herself, a smaller female reploid say with her hands placed demurely in her lap as she looked down at her feet. A long scarf down her back and her down-turned visor would have made her look 'cool' if not for the fact her posture was anything but confident. She seemed to withdraw whenever anyone looked at her, though she had an odd smile on her face.

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NPC(s): Einhorn[/style]


Einhorn watched the bits materialize and form the fae-like creatures Azhrarn had been practicing with. She'd seen them before and always enjoyed the show. They were rather cute for being such a destructive weapon. She made a little cheer with her first as he called out the attack. Behind her Mira and Regen were heading for cover, it really was time for the hunters to show why they truly were the peacekeepers of Last Chance.

"Come, Snow Bees."

"Go Aggy go!" she cheered seeing the little touches that were uniquely Argent's contribution to the formation of the fae-like sisters in a halo.

"And here comes the reinforcements..."

The Alraunoid struggled, it's leeching vines hardening and turning brittle against the elements. It seemed to grow more enraged as it dug in with it's roots, the ice flowing up in waves along each tendril to settle in the shoulder joint of the over-sized florid.

As Hailfire charged, trying to uproot the beast it only struggled more, the petryfying effect of the ice now crawling like rhime all over it's body. It shrieked, the long tendrils shattering from Hailfire's blow, and even shattering the front panel of it's body to reveal a syrupy flow of fluids, splattering out and decorating the Drakkiana's armor.

It's attempts to root in place proved it's doom as both Azhrarn and Hailfire's attacks weakened, and broke it's body to a useless husk. The damage proved too much and it's eye's lost their glow as the creature shut down, it's carcass going limp in front of the armor shop on mainstreet.

That still left whatever was approaching from the distance. Something that was terrifying enough to scare even the wily Petalhoof...


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NPC(s): Red Fisher, Petalhoof[/style]



"RRRRRRRRRRRR.... PEEEEEEEEEEEETAAAAAAAAAAALHOOOOOOOOOOOOOF..."

"No... not again, not him again...." The centauress backpedaled, pacing nervously on her hooves.

"He's using my tech. Those are hunter vines!" she barked to whoever was nearby. At this point it was a matter of survival. She wanted to simply flee but she couldn't leave Elijah there, and she couldn't just keep her new armor. There had to be a way to remove it so it wasn't a permanent thing.

"EEEEEEEEEEEELIIIIIIIMIIIIIINAAAAAAAAAAATE!"


"So... Guess that thing doesn't like you, huh? Too bad for it, I don't like it very much."

"I think it likes her plenty, though probably in the way I enjoy a good Beer... Inside me and making me do crazy things," Red grinned complacently as he watched Elijah and Gear enjoy their plight, easily able to evade the vines and distract their targetting away from Zweiton. If he was good at anything it was being decoy fodder, as well as repairable... He noticed when one vine slipped past but his 'buddy' was able to avoid it.

Gear managed to knock it down for a moment, giving everyone else time to come up with a new strategy.

"Nice save, Arclight! What can you tell me about that thing? I can see a few of the... Attachments... It has came from your place, and a few from others. Any idea why it's chasing you exclusively?"


"It's been raiding my Sector for weeks, taking out the flora there and trying to take out me. I think if I hadn't run from it the few times I did I would probably be somewhere in that mess..." Petalhoof admitted grimly.

“I’m going to set up shop!”

Zweiton's ability to actually hit a target had impressed Red, his own body not nearly stable enough to work a rifle well. He had whatever the reploid equivalent of tremors were, probably from so many half-assed repairs. He gave Zweiton back a thumbs up, his way of saying he'd go out there and try to be like a peacock in the Raiden's face so that Zweiton could get the best shots. He grinned and hopped over toward the tilted menace before it had a chance to rise, forcibly launching his metal claw toward the mass. It connected with something and he let himself reel in, slapping against the side of the armor where he proceeded to use both of his claws in trying to pry pieces of mangled robot off.

It occurred to him now that this probably wasn't the best idea he'd ever had, though it certainly wasn't the worst...

That had involved switching Hailfire's gem cache out for Drachen's disco collection...
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As the Alraunoid shut down, Azhrarn could feel a surge of relief going through his systems, the Snow Bees had been an hazard move since he never tested them in battle. Nonetheless he had the feeling that things were far from the end, Gear was fighting Petalhoof on the other side of the shop but the sounds he had heard before were indicative of something else coming, something big. "Mother, Miss Regen, there's something else coming..." He called for the two women. "...something big giving the noise it did, so you should go warn the rest of the neighbourhood about leaving this area and take shelter until we Hunters are done dealing with it..."

The knight reploid took a pause, looking upon Einhorn and Hailfire. "Ein, Miss Hailfire..." His tone was serious and calm. "We are the aforementioned Hunters, we should go check..." Another small pause. "Gear and Niddhogr could most likely use the help..." And that said he dashed for the other side of the building, to the place where Gear had been dealing with Petalhoof first and the newcoming threat later. To be honest with himself he wasn't really confident on being able to fight in an urban enviroment, or at least to do so without collateral damages. He still had a lot to practice over tapping to the full extent of his strenght without destroying the surrounding, but Mira had often stated that sometimes 'Quantity over Quality' helped more than the opposite philosophy.

Some of Azhrarn's built in weapon systems were true to such a statment...

What he saw once reaching the others would have been enough for his heart to skip a beat, had Azhrarn possessed an organic one anyway, it left him speecheless staring at the thing for the young reploid had no words to describe it. The creature looked like a Ride Armor, but the knight know it wasn't one, it looked alive and possessed. Much like the ghost stories his mother loved to tell him during the childhood period of his mind. Instinctively the Snow Bees had moved behind his back, hiding themselves in reaction to the fear even Azhrarn could percieve coming from Argent, the trophies hanging from the Armor's plates seemed to be more than enough to justify such a reaction.

The presence of Red and Zweiton granted some relief to Azhrarn, as the more they were, the better chances they had against the creature. Petalhoof being not hostile, and actually wearing an armor that looked kinda a female version of Gear's DNA Fusion with NiNi, puzzled him. But there was no time for the questions as Red had already charged at the monster, a gesture that earned Azhrarn's amazed reaction toward how brave (Or careless...) such an action was. "We need to help, keep your distance though!" The knight reploid called to the Snow Bees, the ice faeries moving to flank the enemy being and firing their frost beams from a safe distance.

"Will Mr Fisher be alright after that move?"

There was, after all, some time for questions...
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"No... not again, not him again.... He's using my tech. Those are hunter vines!"

"You've got some pretty detestable friends, don't you." Gear spoke lazily, wishing he had a flat surface to rest an elbow on right now to shoot Petalhoof an annoyed look. Whether she brought a war in the forest to their home turf or not, it didn't matter. Right now there was a problem on their doorstep, and it was murdering the english vocabulary just to let them know it meant business. Unfortunately for Arclight, he lacked any sort-of Buster weapon and was forced to rely on strictly close-combat, but as long as the behemoth failed to respond quickly in close-quarters, it suited him fine. At least in contrast to Elijah, who should have never gotten close to any target he picked a fight with.

"It's been raiding my Sector for weeks, taking out the flora there and trying to take out me. I think if I hadn't run from it the few times I did I would probably be somewhere in that mess..."

"So no one knows what it is, but itself... Tch, we're dealing with a real menace, aren't we? I'm not even sure I can scratch it." Elijah grumbled. His rifle was still a bit underpowered in its prototype stage, but with some work, it could be a real weapon. However, he had to prove it was an effective weapon before anymore effort could be invested in it.

"I think it likes her plenty, though probably in the way I enjoy a good Beer... Inside me and making me do crazy things,"

"We can discuss the weird fetishes beer makes you imagine later when we're through junking this junkheap!" gear sighed, leaping in and hitting the Ride Armor monstrosity in the gut with a one-two punch, before avoiding a hand swipe and clonking it on the head, before it got slapped back. It didn't feel like he was denting it too much, but if he hit it enough times, the impacts and built-up electricity would probably do something to its internals.

“I’m going to set up shop!”

"Eh? What? ... Zweiton, what d'you plan to do, talk that things audio sensors into submission!? Do something useful like-"

"It means he's going to find a better view to shoot it, Arclight. Come on, aren't you the military guy here? Why is it I understand what he means and you don't?" Elijah frowned, crouching down to take potshots with his Buster Rifle at the rabid machine, while Red Fisher closed the distance in his own way. It was perhaps the most suicidal charge he'd ever see anyone do, but somehow Red was still alive, so maybe he had an exit strategy of some sort. No matter the case, the man continued to put down covering fire wherever possible, keeping a respectable distance from it to make sure he had time to dodge.

"Er... I-I knew that..." Gear admitted, rubbing his face slightly as Red Fisher performed his attack. The Ride Armor moved its limb to try and smash Red, until Gear leapt upon it, pounding the hand and causing the Ride Armor to flail with him.

"Will Mr Fisher be alright after that move?"

Looking toward Azhrarn, Elijah got up and took a few steps back, before taking aim and snapping off a pair of shots at the chest of the Ride Armor, unsure of where to hit it for maximum damage. "Honestly? I couldn't tell you in good faith. I've heard they rebuilt him so many times, it's one of the wonders of the Reploid World he's still around." the male mused, raising his rifle to let it charge a bit. As Gear continued to be shaken by the Ride Armor.

"Hey Az, Ein! Can you shoot this thing from where you are? Try not to care if you hit us!" he called out, hoping one or the other could lay down some covering fire. In the meantime, he looked toward the 'seat' of the Ride Armor, noticing it looked like a mess of cables. It was as if it was running on autopilot. Crawling off its flailing arm, he dangled infront of the Ride Armor for a moment, before charging his left fist up. "Let's see how you like a few thousand volts, you big jerkheap!" Gear growled, punching it once in the lower torso, then twice, then three times, causing it to screech a bit. However, as he readied the fourth, metal pulled apart on its chest, two eerie lights within acting like eyes peering at him...

-I see... It's really you.-

"... Eh?" Gear found himself asking, as... He heard that voice in his head? The fist flew forward, but it was too late to see it was a trap: The metal on the lower torso pulled apart to let the fist fly inside harmlessly, the sides looking like a vertically-arranged iron-chewing machine. Gear had only a second to look down at what should have been a direct hit, before he found his arm halfway inside of the Ride Armor's torso... Before the sickening crunch of steel could be heard as the trap slammed shut, ripping his arm clean off with a look of horror on his face. Were he human, it would have actually hu-

"Wh... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" It hurt! It actually hurt! He fell to the ground, clenching the mangled nub that should have been a few cables but otherwise offer no sense of pain, only a sense of loss for a missing limb. However, a weird oil-like substance could be seen on the mess at the end of his arm, clearly from whatever this monstrosity was, and whatever it was made him feel like a limb that had been cleaved off with no anesthesia. His arm was now apart of it, likely integrated for whatever it felt like. Lifting its arm, it attempted to smash it against Red Fisher to get him off, while the shoulder pod opened up like a flower, letting out numerous floating bomblets that began to float toward the other attacking hunters.

"DEEEEEEEEEEEESTROOOOOOOOOY... DEEEEEEEEEEEETROOOOOOOOOY" it continued to growl. There seemed to be no sense of drive in it, and it seemed like little more than a rampaging machine, if in possession of some peculiar capabilities. However, fragments could be seen falling off of it as it moved, which meant it probably didn't have a very long operational time... And more than likely it wouldn't take much longer to drive off either.
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Hailfire pulled away from the Alraunoid looking like she just attacked the syrup section of a supermarket, the sticky fluid slowly dripping down. Indignantly she half-hearted flipped her hands, flinging some of it away and muttering “Ach, this was one of my favorite shirts…” as she attempted to wipe some of it off her shirt, however that only made it worse. Her grumping was cut short by a racket elsewhere in the town, though nearby. The commotion was unmistakable; something else had arrived to plague the desert town and it was likely nasty.

"Ein, Miss Hailfire... We are the aforementioned Hunters, we should go check..."

“Well, we wouldn’t be doing our duty if we didn’t!” She joined the others in checking out the source and what she saw troubled even a seasoned vet like herself. Hailfire, like the rest of the group, saw the abomination of an automaton that was approaching fast and felt a wave of unease in her systems. It was like something out of a horror holofilm, if that holofilm was made specifically to creep out Reploids. It went without saying they needed to get that thing under control, and fast.

However, as the others charged in she held back from joining in the assault. It was an unusual move from Hailfire, the heavy-hitter who normally charges in headfirst on everything, and the irritation was clear on her face at being denied this chance. “On one of the few off-days we’re granted, we get attacked and I’m practically naked!” she grumbled under her breath. Briefly, she once more pondered calling for her personal backup, but it would still take some time for the duo to get here by foot. There was also the matter of them getting damaged as, much like herself at the moment, they’re not armored well at all. Or worse, her personal pride being hurt as Hailfire felt like she could handle herself just fine without always relying on them.

Much more loudly she stated “Listen, I’m not exactly dressed to kill here. I’ll try to keep its attention, but someone needs to go in and take that thing down, and fast.” Hailfire then took to the air with that imposing wingspan of hers and, with a few powerful flaps, was airborne above the town. Without her armor Hailfire was much lighter and noticeably faster, though not as fast with her thrusters. The speed came at the cost of defense, and she knew this limit better than anyone and this was a huge risk on her part, but civilian lives were at stake (as well as their own) and none of them could stand to sit around. Suddenly she tucked her wings in and dove, not aiming to directly hit the mech, but to closely swerve around it like a falcon to the lure.

The momentum was easily capable of carrying her past her target and back into the sky for another pass if nothing interfered, but fate had other plans. A few of the bomblets chased Hailfire as she rose into the sky and it was clear they were going to outpace her. Hailfire braced for impact… and felt explosions rock the air behind her. Debris fell from the sky where the bomblets used to be, the broken bits and pieces falling to the dusty earth.

She spotted their budding sniper Zweiton waving from down below, who had gotten a hit on one of the bomblets chasing her, causing the ones nearby to explode as well. And then visibly panic once he realized there were some bomblets coming for him as well. Well, they were still working on his habit of panicking, but he was a greenhorn; it comes with time.

Hearing someone’s yells, Hailfire turned her attention back to the battle. She swore loudly and dove once more, this time not at the rogue Ride Armor, but at Gear who was currently writhing on the ground and clutching his new stump of an arm. He was in a bad spot to take a direct hit from the beast and she intended to grab him before it made a meal of the rest of him.

~~~~~~~~~~

Looking down the sights of his sidearm, Zweiton aimed at the bomblet near the middle of the small group that was almost on top of him. He fired a shot and a series of three explosions sounded off. Some shrapnel lodged itself in his armor and he staggered back; Zweiton had been too distracted helping out Hailfire and it nearly cost him. Thankfully, they didn’t sink too far past the plating of his armor but it was still something he’d have to get looked at. With that over he got his rifle ready, a gauss type capable of hitting targets miles away and delivering a devastating blow to anything closer than that. And also fully capable of dislocating his shoulder if he didn’t seat it right. It was an older weapon type though still powerful, and about the limits his frame could handle without outright breaking something from the recoil.

The combined attacks of Red Fisher and Gear were an excellent distraction, though with all the combatants crowding the mech it was hard to get a good shot in without hitting one of them by accident. He had taken up a point not too far away and just behind the corner of a building to use as cover. Zweiton crouched and looked down the scope, waiting for a chance… and as Gear fell off the mech he saw his chance and squeezed the trigger, hitting the mech square in its chest area but also knocking Zweiton back as a result with a loud “Oof!”.

He was still getting used to that.

Zweiton opened a comm to the rest of the group. “What do we know about this thing? Aside from its creator apparently being a fan of Dr. Frankenstein. Are there any kind of weaknesses that Ride Armors are prone to?”
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NPC(s): Einhorn, Red Fisher, Petalhoof[/style]


"We need to help, keep your distance though!"


Einhorn nodded, in full agreement with her more levelheaded friend. There was no way she was getting up close and personal with something that looked like it ate entire squads for breakfast and then chose to wear the left over parts as a grotesque fashion statement. She winced when she thought she saw an eye hanging by the wires somewhere in that tangle.

"Will Mr Fisher be alright after that move?"


"Honestly? I couldn't tell you in good faith. I've heard they rebuilt him so many times, it's one of the wonders of the Reploid World he's still around."


"Hey Az, Ein! Can you shoot this thing from where you are?"

"We can try! But you know who the accurate one is..." Einhorn mumbled that last part to herself, though it was likely Azhrarn would hear it. She blushed a little, embarrassed, even though it was true. Her role was mainly suitable as support and she was ready with a spare energy tank at all times, even outside of combat. Because she was perhaps a little too wary, or cautious and always wanted to be prepared.

"Let's see how you like a few thousand volts, you big jerkheap!"

-I see... It's really you.-

Petalhoof turned from where she was standing, her eyes widening. The voice penetrated to her very core, echoing in her mind. She reached up to clasp her hands over her ears, gritting her teeth. Something malicious wove it's wave through her being like lightning fingers, leaving just as quickly but she couldn't forget it had ever been there. She started to blank out, the sounds around her drown in the workings of her own internal mechanisms until...

"Wh... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"

"By the creators..." Petalhoof stared at the horror, Red Fisher momentarily distracted by the sound himself. It was enough to fling the skeletal looking red reploid off and into a nearby building, breaking through an exterior wall, dust spewing from the cavity. Petalhoof moved in front of the gunners, prepared to lift up a shield of her vines, knowing that it might not help in the end but that it was all she could do with so little time to think.

A fence of zig-zaging metalic vines sprang up from beneath the ground, weaving into a barrier that curled back behind the gunners as the bomblets came in from the side. She couldn't defend from all directions but it was enough to keep them covered from one front.


"DEEEEEEEEEEEESTROOOOOOOOOY... DEEEEEEEEEEEETROOOOOOOOOY"


it continued to growl. There seemed to be no sense of drive in it, and it seemed like little more than a rampaging machine, if in possession of some peculiar capabilities. However, fragments could be seen falling off of it as it moved, which meant it probably didn't have a very long operational time... And more than likely it wouldn't take much longer to drive off either.

Hailfire managed to get Gear clear of the blast zone but it was too late for his arm. It would require extensive repairs and refitting later, time they didn't have at the moment as oil and synth blood dribbled from the open shredded metals.

“Oof!”.

Red had managed to pull himself free of his temporary concrete tomb, waving to his partner to let him know he was still alive, and surprisingly not in pieces this time. Einhorn needed to bring the med kit to Gear but she wouldn't be doing anything if they didn't weather this next attack. She stood beside Azhrarn, picking off the bomblets she could, bolstered by the need to survive and protect her comrade. She couldn't help but notice when the almost cute ice bees managed to take out something meant for her demise.

“What do we know about this thing? Aside from its creator apparently being a fan of Dr. Frankenstein. Are there any kind of weaknesses that Ride Armors are prone to?”

"Aren't they pretty open in the top? I mean... kinda gotta get people inside them and all. So, maybe we can get the drop on it that way?" Red muttered, already running back to Zweiton's position by climbing up and over the short, settlement buildings.
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“On one of the few off-days we’re granted, we get attacked and I’m practically naked!”


“Listen, I’m not exactly dressed to kill here. I’ll try to keep its attention, but someone needs to go in and take that thing down, and fast.”


"Take care miss Hailfire!"

Azhrarn shouted as the draconic-looking reploid took air, to him it was a risky move the one Hydra chose to take, but she was a veteran and way more aware of her own abilities than he could imagine. Somewhat he had to trust in his comrades.

"Honestly? I couldn't tell you in good faith. I've heard they rebuilt him so many times, it's one of the wonders of the Reploid World he's still around."

...well, that didn't helped him building some trust, it didn't at all...

"Hey Az, Ein! Can you shoot this thing from where you are? Try not to care if you hit us!"

"We can try! But you know who the accurate one is..."

"Let's see how you like a few thousand volts, you big jerkheap!"

"Wh... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"


Azhrarn was to reply something but Gear's actions, and the consequences they caused, managed only to keep him silent as he watched to the spectacle in horror. "Doubt hitting it would matter, if this thing is impervious to low output attacks at it seems..." He whispered, still shocked by the ability of the creature to steal other reploids' parts. "...and I would care if I hit you with my higher output ones..."

Had Azhrarn been a human, he would've been shivering at the mere thought of his swords' Overend Mode or the Plasma Blast to hit one of his friends...

"DEEEEEEEEEEEESTROOOOOOOOOY... DEEEEEEEEEEEETROOOOOOOOOY"

"Gear!" Azhrarn snapped as he glanced at his comrade conditions. "We need to stop the leaks..." With a small effort of his will, one of the Snow Bees floated away from him, reaching for the place were Hailfire had landed with Gear and releasing a low output ice breath on it. Had Gear been made of flesh rather than metal, probably the ice would have given him some iceburn damage even at a such low output, fortunately circumstances were different and this could work as a way to prevent too many of the Reploid's fluids to leak out...

...at least as long the ice was going to last...
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Alright, let's analyze this.

My arm. My arm is gone now. Okay, I can live with that. i'm a reploid. It's not gonna hurt unlike a fleshling losing their arm while they were still conscious... Or at least, it shouldn't. But this does... it hurts... Alot. Like i'm suddenly a fleshling despite being made of parts. I'm looking at this stump of an arm right now, with some sickly-looking oil dripping from whatever the robot hell that thing left on me, and the pain is just... Wow. I'm legitimately amazed i'm still conscious, but I guess that's the bad aspect of being a reploid: You're not exactly human... If you were somehow made to feel pain, you won't instantly blank out from the sheer trauma. So I get to feel everything they do now, without being able to just ignore it.

This is totally screwed up, and screw you for eating my arm. I'd smash what passed for your face in if I didn't feel like staying down here trying to ignore this pain shooting through my arm.

Gear struggled his very best to monologue what was going through his head, as if it would help distract him from the current predicament. The lumbering behemoth of an armor was moving forward, ready to crush him as he scowled in anger, threatening to simply walk over him like just another piece of ground. However, Hailfire was quick to deny him such a humiliating end, yanking him out of the way before he became apart of the mutated Ride Armor's foot. For the moment he was at least safe, and Hailfire was in a position to perform a counterattack if she pleased.

"S-still trying to come to grips with this..." he hissed, wanting something to hopefully remove the limb with as little amount of pain as possible.

"Gear! We need to stop the leaks..."

As soon as Azhrarn moved one of the Snow Bees to begin icing his limb over, he could already feel the relief setting in. First the stump was frozen over, then the sickly oil left from the monstrous machine followed by the oil being leaked from his own form. In moments what was once painful now felt neutral once again, though it was clear something was trying to break the ice down. Beneath, the oil not his could be seen writhing ever so slowly, trying to eat away at the ice. "There's something weird about that stuff... I don't know what it is." he grimaced, before he stood up, shaking the stump to test it, with no sign of pain for the moment. "Thanks, Azh." he sighed, hanging his head.

“What do we know about this thing? Aside from its creator apparently being a fan of Dr. Frankenstein. Are there any kind of weaknesses that Ride Armors are prone to?”

"Aren't they pretty open in the top? I mean... kinda gotta get people inside them and all. So, maybe we can get the drop on it that way?"

"After what happened to Arclight? I don't think we want anyone else, human or reploid, getting too close to that. It's a sound idea, but too risky." Elijah sighed, thankful Petalhoof and Azhrarn had stepped in to deal with the floating bomblets. With the way the machine seemed to be falling apart slowly, its active life must not have been very long. If it was an endurance challenge, then all they needed to do was hold out until it fell to pieces. With that in mind, Elijah raised the Buster Rifle, charging the weapon and firing a larger three-shot burst at the point closest to what would pass for a 'head' on the Ride Armor. While it wasn't enough to stop the Ride Armor, it was enough to make it reconsider moving forward too much.

"RRRRRRRGH..." the noise came from the Ride Armor, turning about slightly, before another piece of falling scrap drew its attention. There were too many targets present, all spread out and able to flank it right now, and its body was in a state of decay. It turned, looking toward Gear, before turning to look toward Petalhoof. It was almost impossible to tell who or what was its focus since coming there, but it had found what it was looking for. For now, it turned, attempting to retreat quickly, the pod on its shoulder opening up to unleash more bomblets.

"Oh no you don't!" Elijah called out, attempting to fire on the fleeing Ride Armor. Though the further it got, the less damage the shots would do, and the falling bombs would only help to mask its escape easier. As far as anyone knew, they were in the dark about whoever made it, or what its overall purpose was. For now there didn't seem to be any other immediate danger of invasion for the Settlement... Which meant the only problem now was what to do with Petalhoof, who had originally raised trouble.

"... Me scared. Me don't like it." Nid muttered quietly to Petalhoof. During the rare moment where more than distorted growling and vague words can be heard, that moment of intelligent speech was... Frightening. Full of malicious intent that Gear, Nid, and Petalhoof could feel. They had rarely felt such a feeling before, but whatever that was... Could only be described as evil. Evil in machine-like form.
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"After what happened to Arclight? I don't think we want anyone else, human or reploid, getting too close to that. It's a sound idea, but too risky."

Petalhoof was continuing to give him cover along with Azhrarn, taking down the smaller remote units that flew with agility to match their lethality. She grunted and moved in a skid toward another small bomblet, kicking up her hooves to toss the sphere away with a loud metallic smack. It exploded on impact some distance away and she moved back in toward the center, not wanting to endanger her human companion anymore than he already was being in the midst of the amalgamation's assault. Einhorn was able to take a few shots herself, and Red Fisher had managed to take and use a piece of debris as a shield before lobbing it at the rambling behemoth.

"RRRRRRRGH..."


"Is it actually trying to leave?" Einhorn shouted, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Should we pursue?" Red asked, grinning eagerly. There was something not quite right with that reploid...

Petalhoof shook her head and moved in beside Elijah, hoisting him onto her back to get him a better shot despite her misgivings. She had no desire to hunt that thing back to it's nest as long as it was leaving. Better let someone else deal with it. Only the forest, and the meddlesome human who made her feel more anxiety than she thought necessary in her life mattered.

"Oh no you don't!"

She started weaving, dodging the retreat fire from the nightmare ride armor. It was moving faster than she could take after as long as Elijah was on her back. This lead her to turn back, away from the monster and now toward the hunters that remained. She warily clopped closer and stood ready to bolt, waiting on Elijah to do the talking for her. She still had the problem of the rather sensual armor fastened to her body via whatever Gear's pet had done...

"... Me scared. Me don't like it."


"We can both agree on this..." she reared slightly and turned her side to the group, eyeing them with suspicion. Einhorn moved in to gather up Gear, her arm slipping beneath him. She winced looking him over.

"I think due to the given circumstances we can maybe look over the incident of vandalism if you can maybe answer a few questions?" Red cocked his head, a bolt rattling loose and quickly gathered up by a massive clawed hand. He thumbed it over before tossing it aside and giving both Elijah and Petalhoof his best and most convincingly friendly smile.
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Azhrarn let Einhorn to take care of Gear, himself being completely ignorant of many First Aid procedures, both for Reploids and Humans. But, after all, he was a swordplayer and an artisan. The knight-reploid eye-shaped sensors followed the hulking form of the Zombie-like Armor as it turned and moved to leave, something that definetely brought some relief to the reploid's worries, especially since he wasn't to fond of fighting the monster within the city enviroment.

"Should we pursue?"

Azhrarn wasn't quick enough to reply that others had the same feeling he had, the feeling that it was better to leave that hulking creature alone, for it was very much far from their powers. "That thing was something else and, if nothing, I'd prefer to not engage it within the settlement borders..." The young reploid spoke quietly, hinting about the collateral damage such a fight could bring on Last Chance. "...Ein, you should help Gear getting a checkup, meanwhile I'll go check on my mother, Miss Regen and the other Civilian..." He said, calling back the Snow Bees, returning them to the Will'o'Wisps form and then dashing toward where he had left his mother and her friend...
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"I think due to the given circumstances we can maybe look over the incident of vandalism if you can maybe answer a few questions?"

Elijah moved back toward the others, rather dejected he couldn't put a stop to the abominate reploid... if it could even be called that. It was a Ride Armor for sure, but there was no rider... Rather, the entire machine itself seemed to come alive, as if possessed by something. He cast a glance toward Gear, who seemed to be stabilizing a bit thanks to Azhrarn's frost capabilities freezing over whatever seemed to be encroaching up what remained of his arm. Stepping back toward the black-armored centaurbot, Elijah waved his hand a bit. He had long-since gotten used to Red Fisher's... Strange occurences and watching his state at times.

"I'd like to be present when she answers for them. She's been a longtime friend of mine and i'd prefer if she didn't get herself in too much trouble. I know she can be rather zealous at times, but it isn't usually without reason." he hummed softly, before he looked the armor over. "Also we need to figure out how to get Nightmare Nidhoggr off of her. I have to admit, Gene really outdid herself when she made it. The first DNA Metal to be able to adapt itself to a user..." he hummed, brushing the armor.

"Stop, that tickle!" Nid complained, though somewhat unable to move Petalhoof's arms to swat the boy away. She was still in control of her form, after all.

Gear was sat up a bit, looking his arm over, before he moved a bit, sighing. "Ah man, that smarts. Seriously, I owe you one, Azh. Thanks for that." he sighed, poking his arm a bit. Oddly enough he couldn't really feel the cold sensation of anything before, but now he could feel a new feeling. It felt like if it encompassed his entire form, he might have slowed down to the point of deactivation... Was this what it felt like to be cold? Was it whatever that ooze or material was that the strange machine left on him?

Looking to Einhorn, he nodded a bit and tried to stand himself, pounding his chest lightly with his icy stump of a limb. "Don't worry about me, i'll be fine and dandy once I get this limb replaced. On the plus side..." he looked toward Red Fisher, rubbing the back of his metal head. "At least he doesn't have to feel alone in missing body parts, huh?" he asked with a hint of amusement, though he was still concerned about that strange thing. Still, there was plenty of time to worry about it.

As Azhrarn spoke, Gear nodded and looked out past the settlement. "Yeah... We managed to divert it at the entrance, but robo-god willing that thing managed to get in, the casualties would be a bit too much. I'll run it by the heads on base later to see if we can keep tabs on where it is or WHAT it even is. The sooner we can exterminate it, the better. I'd like to hope this stuff isn't dangerous either..." he mumbled, looking down at his arm, before Azhrarn pulled away to go check on his family. It was definitely a valid thing to do, as Gear nodded. "Alright man, take it easy. Say hi to everyone for me, say it was from one of your crazy coworkers!" he grinned as Azh left.

"I should probably go see Gene soon... Probably once Nid manages to separate himself from her." he mumbled, looking at her a bit before he looked away. "Thank god he doesn't put any armor like that on me... I swear that's a special thing from Gene..."
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