[Episode Two] Union

Arbitrated

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Hallway

Arbs coughed as she followed Dahlia and the Overseer, and everyone else, over to the stairwell. Her body language and facial expression conveyed a single emotion: concern. She was NOT prepared for this, not at all! So she decided to stay out of the way of the people who were apparently trying to do work. This put her next to Rhea. Until Rhea started doing... Some weird, crystal stuff.

I'll just stay back here and keep watch for something behind us...
 

Dadragon6

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Alipier Observatory
Hallway

A little dazed from his sudden trajectory and impact against the ground, Ausse took a few brief seconds longer than the rest of the crew to process the sounds of newfound trouble coming down the stairwell from the Nave. No sooner had he been able to link the noise of crushing walls and scattering debris to a demolition-like commotion, than the army veteran pushed himself up from the ground to follow in destruction's wake alongside the others... though not before picking up the desecrated overseer's skull and safely storing it underneath his traveling garb, having the mechanical remains hang from a small chain on his bandolier.

Alipier Observatory
Nave

Admittedly, following after Juryrig is rarely a good idea. But if there was one thing the mad alchemist knew how to do well, it would be making a mess out of anything—and, sometimes, make anything out of a mess. Knowing that, Ausse willingly chose to charge into the breach with his modified revolver drawn, dropping a triggered smoke grenade near the stairway landing to conceal his crewmates from the hulking, hostile automaton.

For a few brief seconds, time for the ex-sergeant slowed to a crawl as he realized just what he had gotten himself into. Trying to fight that thing seemed to be about the equivalent of having a death wish fulfilled. What's done is done, however—it was time to dust off his combat tactics and put them to work, doing a quick recon of the Nave to notice the gigantic glass window. Charging to near the observatory's dome, beside the large contraption, the informant planted his boot firmly onto the floor to stop himself right in his tracks, barely taking any time to aim before firing a volley of three energized shots from his modified revolver at the goliath's leg joints. If they hit, he could see if he was at all able to hinder its movement, maybe stop it short by locking down the movement mechanisms. If not... "Bait it to the window! That's an order, private!"
 
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Mikodimus

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Alipier Observatory
Nave

Miko had followed behind the team up the stairs doing his best to stay clear of anything related to fire. His vector powers did a good job of this but if things decided to burst into flames that would be another matter.

At the top of the stair Miko looked around for a way to get out of this place. The welcome was overstayed and he was ready to leave. Then he overheard Dahlia and came up with the perfect idea. Since OSC-01 was not human that was the perfect idea to have the overseer break them out of this mess. Miko was ready to give a helping hand with the cause. He was hoping he would get his chance to be the hero. Show Dahlia how much of a team player he could be. The knight in shining armor. Then a grin crossed his face as the real motive came into view. He just wanted to get the fuck out of this place and would do whatever means to make that happen.

His vector powers started to surge around the overseer. "Dahlia, I see where you are going with this and already two steps ahead of you." Miko yelled out as he was about to unleash his powers and use the overseer as a battering ram.
 

Pancakei

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Alipier Observatory
Landing


Dahlia shielded her eyes as the smoke grenade dropped by Keith billowed into a thick screen. The captain was prepared to say somethng, but turned her attention back to the door at the bottom of the steps.

As Rhea channeled with whatever stray focus that was left in her mind, she felt an unusual energy drawing back out of her arm. Sprung out from her hands came large, rough crystals that pressed against the doorframe like scoops. At the edges of the crystalline knurls was a familiar tinge of blue light, seeping away and becoming muddled in violet. Dahlia's eyes widened as she backed up again. "Wh-what kind of mage are you?" She asked, looking back at Arbitrated and company.

OSC-01 glanced at the child and captain breifly, before looking back at the enveloping pane of smoke. What they came here for was right there, the door could wait. The captain looked back to OSC-01 for assistance, but was unflattered to find the Overseer missing entirely. Arbitrated and Miko however began to hear a quiet rattle coming from the ceiling beyond the smokescreen.


Nave

The golem did not slow its approach, ushering an agitated question. "Ai ca compantes ava'tes kateah?!" It was completely unfazed by Reman's defensive draw, but noted the dialect he spoke in. In it's approach, Marie and Keith could see something familiar with the machine- an almost picturesque stature. Without stopping, the arcandum-plated machine thrust its arm forwards, pinning Reman to the ground like a toothpick between their fingers. The golem repeated itself with greater clarity, though their digital voice still carried a distinctly heavy accent. "Are you with these creatures." The golem tilted their disembodied head, motioning to the collapsed machine that was flung through the air moments ago.

"Yeah! We were here on a recovery mission- A-And these people just set a huge portion of-" Reman despite being smothered by the big hulking metal fist, was almost still able to speak fine. "There's a whole library on fire down there, and I- I can't let you harm my crew for something that they didn't-" He was clearly trying to push the hand off, using his Hatchet to wedge the fingers up so he could put a cushion of air in-between.

The golem did not budge, but sank its head briefly. It came back another question, pressing the knight to the ground with greater hostility. "You and your damned crew are going to answer my questions, first. Where is the Overseer? What are you doing to her??" The golem pressed down harder on Reman's breastplate, fully intent on pressing the answer out of what appeared to be another union lackey.

Their grip on Reman was spurred slightly however as a rain of noise and scrap metal berated their armored shoulders. With an audible but airless sigh, the golem stood back to it's full height with an air of annoyance. The scrap metal pelted off their sides, but with a concerning absence of effect. Occasionally a piece would snag against the white layered armor of the opponent, but the hard metal barely yielded a scratch. There was a brief pause before the golem pushed away from Reman, throwing its free hand in a full arc over its shoulder.

The heavy black and white fist of the beast slammed straight down onto the duo of Horsie and Munchie, weighing as much as Osco on it's own. The immense force was barely cushioned by Munchie as it transferred straight through into Horse, crushing and splitting the table into pieces against the tiled nave floor. The giant fist clenched the loose remains, skipping them across the floor in the direction of their comrade and owner. The ball missed Juryrig, but was enough to knock Scout off-kilter.

Reman was trying to avoid being smacked around by the huge, bulky arms of the golem, before attempting to reason with the beast ahead of him. "We had picked up a signal here about some derelict unit of hers somewhere here- I- Are- Are you the signal we had picked up? She had sent out something way, way earlier to try and recover some of those under her-"

Reman used his aerokinesis and dragged his hand across the ground, spiraling it into a tornado less so to fling, and moreso to blind and distract than to do actual damage. He tossed his hatchet in the whirlwind to try and control it, but It was super difficult given the limited ceiling in the observatory.

The Golem released the swinging man, turning back to face them. They balled up their fist once more, with a loud clang. The golem lurched forwards, driving another metal finger towards the puny floating man. "And where is she?!" They were interrupted once more however, by the impacts of three more bullets at their leg. "I'm going to find out who did that."



As Deimos dragged Marie into the screen of smoke produced from the grenade, he saw OSC-01 come out from it at haste. The overseer nearly bowled the two over, but moved on without a word. Instead she picked up pace, sliding quickly into the center of the brewing conflict as the feathers from her wings began to circle about. In position, they sprung up with a brief but loud command.

"Stalat!"

As she rose, her four primary feathers jutted out in various directions, unfolding into their full polearm form. Two pointed between Reman and the golem, and another two pointed between Juryrig, Keith, and the golem. The golem stopped approaching Reman, and there was a moment of relative quiet that was broken only by an eerie rattling coming from above Keith. The Overseer snapped her triangular head to each side, giving them all a firm glare. "Squall, Ferrus."

Her head snapped back to Ferrus. Her dialect picking up an incredibly foreign tongue. "Squall aies nar' quintil, ei'nar dharmeis."

 

speeder01

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Door

As the crystals came from Rhea this time, she very nearly backed up to, completely ant utterly startled- the color was... off, they were even more rough than normal, and worse still, they were coming from her! They'd never done anything like that before! As dhalia questioned her, she merely refocused, and aqueezed her eyes shut for but a moment, continuing her efforts with the door, bracing herself as if the effort of pushing against the door would physically push her back as well.

"I... don't... know." She said in a strained voice, that tinge of panick seeping through her words again- but panick was more like a close friend that made lion noises when you were on the track to encourage you to run faster than a detriment to her well being at the moment. with that kind of grand imagry motivating her, she redoubled her efforts- she could find out why the crystals came from her, and why they were tinged in blue later... Maybe it would wear off soon anyway.

"Please don't... ask me questions that... I want to know... more than you do." And so, the girl in that winter suit, with slightly ruined glove parts of said suit, did her very best to make sure they could get out of this stupid place. It was just one, mildly blockaded door, facing off against her. Nothing she couldn't handle surely.
 

Arbitrated

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Is it an arena if people stopped fighting?

Coughing through the smoke that she'd accidentally inhaled wayyyy too much of, Arbles kept her compact body fairly low and covered as she looked out into the main room - she's heard the Overseer yelling something, and call Reman by his rather fitting nickname. And then she said it again, but with something else Arbs couldn't understand. Something about harming quills?

"Look, I'll try to help you when we're back on the Downrider. And Dahlia - did you hear that? It wasn't Osco," the pilot remarked about the rattle. She took a moment to look upwards, scanning the ceiling and upper walls in case someone else was around...
 

Burgmond

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Nave

"Aw come on! See, this is why I don't play hero," Juryrig complained as a glaive was explicitly pointed at his face. "What's even the point of being one if you can't get anything out of it half the time? You go in to save people, you get paid, but I go in to save people, and now I lost two-" Juryrig looked around, and saw that the precious Scout had.... Well, it's functional. That's about it. "Yeah, two robots, just gone. Practically pancaked. Maybe if I bothered to add shock absorption in Horsie, I could've just lost Munchie. Now I can't actually steal whatever I want and burn the place! Thanks Reman, you simple individual! Can you not just go about doing my job, for five minutes!?"

The mad alchemist, as if he's entirely disconnected with the situation, stroked his chin and promptly began to think hard. "Well, either that or we can just have a contest to see who'd cause the most carnage. I mean, either works, one is more productive and the other is also productive, but encourages the party-wide practice positive recreational destruction. Okay, plan: I'll make a chart to calculate the amount of 'Big Oof's that party member makes. Realistically I'll make numerous of them, ones for every adventure we embark on, and one that tallies them all up. That way, we can find out who's the biggest accident prone fuck overall, and on which mission did they absolutely fuck up the most."

"Hm... Yeah, yeah I can work with that! Fuck using the notebook for blueprints, I'm keeping record of Big Oofs."
With that, he took out the notebook he salvaged, and swiftly began calculating... Whatever he wants to calculate.

"Okay, soooooo far.... We have had the following: Rhea, me, Reman, Deimos, Keith, Marie, and Osco at one point, everyone else is at zero... Actually, because Reman had the big guy's full attention, I am going to put him at two points instead... Yeah two, I'm going to say two points. The big guy ain't a part of our group, but I'm just going to give him four points worth of Oofs. I mean, at this point this list isn't even about positive recreational destruction, so whatever, I'm one of those guys who makes top ten lists now. Like that one news publisher who dedicated their entire front page to a top ten list. Pretty sure they closed recently because they're targeting the wrong demographic."

Juryrig paused, looked up, looked around him, and then said, "Okay, I'll be humble, one Big Oof for me because I monologued instead of making a meaningful discussion. That ties me with Reman, but I'm pretty sure if I started recounting based on past missions, Reman's gonna be pretty high up. Damn, I think now I get why that guy hates your guts, you're immediately reminding me of my bro and that's kind of scaring me."

"Now then,"
he says, closing the notebook and looking up and around again, "what's actually happening right now? Are beating this guy up, are we escorting him, are we going to have to plan a wedding or something, what's going on?"
 

Dadragon6

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Alipier Observatory
Nave

Keith was on the verge of readying another barrage of voltaic shots against the mechanical juggernaut, until OSC-01 intervened. Now finding one of their glaives pointed at himself, the informant nonthreateningly lowered his firearm a bit toward the ground and off its target---but still prepared to raise it in a moment's notice. All the while, he sported a most doubtful and confused look upon his face, directing himself to the overseer, but keeping his gaze fixed on the brute. "What are you... are they an acquaintance of yours?"

His train of thought was derailed, however, as something ominous sounded to be looming directly above. A ceiling weakspot? Reinforcements, maybe? There was only a brief window of time to think about it. It might have been anything, and yet, the safest option would be to always get out from underneath an eerie rattling. Shifting his weight to the front and with crossed arms outstretched, the ex-sergeant performed a quick shoulder roll, which after landing had him swiveling on his heels to point his modified revolver directly at the source of the rattling.
 

Trainscanflytoo

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Alpier Observatory
Hallway beside the Nave

Deimos laid there with his chest heaving, having dropped to the floor the moment he saw the bright blue light that was Osco barreling past him in a glint of white. One second off and he probably would have been blasted back into the Nave on the tip of her pointed nose. As he fell, he pushed Marie the other way. Stone pavers were definitely better than becoming a hood ornament for a bucket of bolts.

He lost his cloak in his rush through the nave, and all he had to do was spin around to see the snow-and-tangerine sloth billowing through the air where he once stood. He could feel the cold already biting at his arm just a little more, but he would have to just deal with it until they returned to the ship. By the looks of it, that may as well be happening soon. Before Marie could bolt off away from the scene, he raised a hand. Despite that being his own plan he felt that it may have been wise to stay and watch the scene unravel in front of them. Where they stood, it seemed like they were spectators and not participants.

The Nave felt still. It would have been silent if Juryrig hadn't taken this as an opportunity to run his jaw. If Deimos hadn't been making an effort to avoid the attention of the massive machines, he would have belted out the words "Zip it" at the top of his lungs - though the look he was giving the man was probably enough to convey his message. It didn't help he wound up looking like a scowling hobbit in cosplay.

However, he couldn't blame him for asking the right questions, the timing could have just been placed better. Much better.
 

META_mahn

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Alipier Observatory

Right...yes, it was still definitely dangerous out there. And no weapon still. What a horrible situation. Dammit. She was in the same boat as Deimos. Not like a sword would do much good against a gigantic robot.

The overseer’s surprise appearance was...honestly expected at some point, given how much they’ve already messed up the operation. Though, Marie wasn’t exactly relieved. More concerned.

“She’s not at full power,” Marie whispered. “The core assembly was only guesswork. She might not be able to do as much as she did in the other place.”

“We need to find things we can use, Deimos. Metal will do,” Marie told him as she started looking around with her eyes, not moving.
 

ZweiHawke

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Alipier Observatory

Reman backed down from the fray, returning his brace-generated axe to his hands with a swift gust of wind. He took a less agressive gesture, and looked inbetween the two mechanical humanoids. "Osco, is this who we've been looking for?" Stumbling a little as he backed out of the fight, he could feel a sharp pain in his driver arm, like pins and needles throughout the entirity of his limb. Although not entirely unusual to him, considering how tight the previous bracer was on, was a little unusual to Reman. This must have been a consequence of drawing out the weapon, the safeguard being added presumably when he reached a tolerance to the keys that wouldn't draw as much out of him.

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Alipier Exterior

Romulus wound up portaling through the path of the tracks, fast enough to follow without them being blown to the wind and gentle enough as to not interfere or overlap them.

He came up to the door where the tracks lead, and let himself in uninvited, only to find the room ablaze. Not a problem though, he switched his key out for the red one and watched the flame curve around his form, giving him space to make a path inside.
 
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