Tundra
Gallos eyes narrowed from behind his helmet as Marie darted away, going for a much more theatric approach. It was nothing to worry himself over, however. The man weighed his options in the sparse moments that remained. There was no use trying to catch a crafty mouse twice with the same trap. The glowing field around the man diminished into a wave of particles, re-accumulating around the man. "A waltz, then?"
Gallo unfastened the metal rod that laid concealed in the back of his tunic. It was only about a foot or two long, but a quick shake unfurled the rod to a nice five feet, a telescopic stave. The man watched as the speeding dart approaching, the purplish energy shimmying around his reflective under-suit and finding a new home channeled through either end of the stave. Still, there was no moment but a passing glance, waiting for impact.
The moment leading to the crash, Gallo made his move. With a deep drop, he thrust the rod downwards, swiping it upwards into a circular spin like a baton. A great purple wake of energy crackled through its wake, leaving a deep purple vortex. At the moment of impact, it would appear the two.... missed. No, Marie had been redirected straight from one side of the man to the other, putting her on a point blank collision course with... Romulus' barrier.
The knight crashed into the barrier, releasing a great electrical discharge that boomed like thunder. The impact rippled through and shattered the projected barrier, great weightless slats of faux glass floating away as they dissipated into nothingness. The impact took a heavy toll on Maries armor, not enough to disrupt or dispell it, but quite jarring to say the least. Gallo rested from the maneuver, his suit also not faring well. The slim backpack affixed to his shoulders was disrupted by a circular protrusion releasing, a jet of purple flame and steam venting from the rear. The shimmering of his suit overall dimmed, before slipping away entirely.
The man huffed, stepping away from the discharged Knight. He kept the collapsing prod at the ready, the steaming ends of which had stopped glowing. "While I have you, I have something to pick your mind with. Have you ever noticed the strange abundance of spare radiation on this planet? What Urane calls Echyllis."
Gallo paused to intercept a call. His response was a simple. "Mark it, I'm a little busy."
He resumed. "At first I thought it was Romulus' doing, he seemed wasteful enough. And yet, it's leaked thin here. The nothern pole is drenched in it, the other nearly absent. You wouldn't happen to have anything on that, would you?"
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OSC-01 grasped the glowing green fuse as the Pixy unit returned to her from the crater, eyeing it briefly for any new cracks or imperfections.
Energy. Power.
The Overseer clenched the fuse, folding over her arm to toss the pipe into the open cavity on her back. There was an unhealthy sounding mechanical stirring as the reactor spooled, bouncing the loose fuse around as it sped up. It wasn't long before the fuse began to steady, speeding up its rotation as it became a green blue or light. Arcs of green energy weaved from the fuse to the edges of the reactor and back once more, forming a thin green web across the exhaust port.
OSC-01 rose as green bolts of energy flowed down her spine, highlighted through the muscular membrane that surrounded her mechanical midriff. She eyed the fallen glaive a few meters away, throwing her good arms towards it. A thin green wisp of energy arced between the glaive and the robot, rejuvinating it. The polarm shook itself from the ground, zipping to the users hand as if snapped with an elastic cable.
The Overseer stood at the tips of their feet, feeling relieved from the burden of weight as a green fire ignited across the blade of the recovered polearm, sparks of violent green energy spurring from her revived reactor. OSC-01 crouched, practically launching herself off the ground with the force of the reactors exhaust, putting her into a dead-on sprint for Romulus.
In an previously unseen level of dexterity, the Overseer lashed out at Romulus' legs, the sweeping strike priming the man to be buckled over the guardians shoulder as she rammed him at haste- bringing him square to the ground with the charge. "We're not finished with you yet."
The Overseer spun in the air, braking the momentum from the charge by planting her feet firmly into the cold ground.
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The Hag chuckled at Romulus' bickering, not bothering turning her attention to the man. Or at least, where the man was. "As much as I've like to smash that little helmet of yours flat, there's something bigger waiting for your participation."
Dahlia ducked out of the way of the impending blast, knocked to her stomach as the rippling wave of energy struck the ship itself, causing the entire Downrider to rock briefly. The front right landing gear snapped, causing the entire ship to roll just slightly in one direction.
Dahlia grunted, pulling herself through the warmed dirt with fury. "That ship cost my life savings, you bitch!"
The captain crawled through the smoke, wiping it away from her eyes as she readied her pistol against the ground, angrily unloading the entire clip in quick bursts. The stability was off, but the grouping was top notch. Strangely enough however, her firepower was being doubled on by another source.
The Hag was interrupted by the steady thumping of light gunfire punching her heavy armor from both the captain and the stranger. The bullets were a small enough caliber that they didn't deal much direct damage to the armor, but it was enough to stagger her and forced her to assume a defensive position. One of the captains bullets struck the edge of the Hags square visor, cracking it as the bullet was caught by the fake glass. With a growl, the bullet was spat out, the glass reforming slowly in an orange wave.
The Hag took a step back, bringing a wide metal pillar out of the earth between the gunman in herself. After a moment of focus, she lashed out at the metal cocoon, shattering it into rough molten chunks of metal the size of cannonballs. The exploding shell sent the hailstorm of metal looming over the captain, mage, and stranger, some impacting both the Downrider and Romulus' own ship on their way down.
The Hags gauntlet sputtered with a guttural mechanical roar, smoking slightly. The circular vent at the upper arm sprang open with mechanical force, a torrent of orange flame and smoke billowing from the vent. In the center of the protruded cradle laid a bright orange crystal, rough and squared that glowed like a star in the nights sky- despite it being broad daylight. The Hags armor started to shift, decaying with the absence of the power source. The Hug grunted, shaking their arm a few times in the cooling air before malignantly slamming the gate shut once more. It didn't stop the overheat process, but it kept their armor from degrading any further.
Cargo Bay
Clef rubbed his metal hands together fast enough to potentially light a fire, approaching the most valuable corner of the Cargo Bay- the one with all the engineering equipment. "Oh ho ho ho man, what all do we have here." Key machining equipment, some... cacophony of a device with a fuse interface, and bits and pieces of dissembled equipment and blueprints littered the scene. The man wasted no time picking apart and pocketing what he could, deciding to phone a friend for the larger equipment.
"Gallo, buddy oh mine. I need an ex-GYAH!!"
Clef was interrupted from his crime spree by the airborne child, which had latched onto his shoulder with the intent to beat him mercilessly. The punches weren't supper effective, but it was enough to delay Clef as the spun and tried to pry the little... thing off. "Get OFF me! I have standards but keep this up and beating up a kid might just go below em!"
Clef eventually got a grip on Rhea's cloak, prying her off and chucking her to the floor as the entire Downrider shifted. The aftermath of Rhea's assault was an odd one- Clefs armor had become slightly deformed and stretched on impact, the remains or purple crystals lingering around the impact points. They soon seeped into the armor itself, forming a black crystalline metal. Clef regained his footing, noticing the entire ship has leaned slightly to one side. His rest wasn't long however, as a hail of gunfire berated him from farther in the cargo bay. "You all just don't know when to quit!"
The man looked around, prying one of the desks away from the wall, spewing loose scraps of paper around as he kicked the desk in a direct intercept course with Scout and Munchie. Between the new angle and the.... lubricant, the desk had no problems sliding down the bay to pin the two devices.
