[Episode Two] Union

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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...
 
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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.

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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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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.
 
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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."

 
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.
 
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...
 
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?"
 
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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.
 
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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.
 
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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.
 
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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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Nave


OSC-01 swiveled her head cleanly around like an owl to face Reman and Keith while Juryrig babbled himself around in circles. "Yes. this is BTC-03, an old friend."

Ferrus fell silent for a moment, eyeing the familiar blunt side of a blade pointed ahead of their face. He raised his massive hand, brushing the floating glaive to the side like a fly. "Tara," he mused, although with an air of disappointment. OSC-01's head snapped back around to face the large golem, raising a finger. Ferrus continued the conversation in the foreign dialect. Quite frankly, the entire thing sounded like gibberish. "Don't take it the wrong way, but I didn't expect you to be the one making a wake-up call."

OSC-01 retracted all but one of her glaives, keeping it in her off-hand to conserve energy. She rose, meeting the golem with a flat but equally intelligible response. "Good to see you too, buddy."

"...Sorry," replied the giant knight as it looked away briefly. "Where is Avani? I heard one of her rounds."

OSC-01 reeled back slightly at the sudden question, though it sparked more concern than anything. "No sign. I thought she retired here with you."

"She did. But did you not get my message?" Ferrus looked briefly over at Juryrig as he finished his own delusional monologue. The small talk between the two black and white androids were interrupted however, as an ambush was launched from the ceiling.


A disjointed ball of grey and green metal landed with a thud where Keith once stood, quickly rolling out into it's full form. It was another machine like the one thrown through the door earlier, somewhat humanoid in shape. It was shorter than Keith, particularly due to a hunched posture, and had an overly large axe-shaped head, giving them a vaguely birdish appearance. Keith could quickly notice a batch of Overseer optics to the side of the robot, much like the ones in the skull strapped to his side. The robot rolled off it's heels and knees into a full stance, swinging at Keith's gun-toting wrist with their elbow- which happened to be built around a circular saw blade.

Around the Nave, similarly built Gargoyles lunged from their inert perches behind banners, landing with a roll. One such machine landed directly in front of Marie and Deimos. Alongside the one that fell, the damaged Gargoyle had managed to peel itself off the floor and was making its way towards the rest like a mindless drone, with uneven steps. Each one of the robots had similar construction, but varying differences in material. It would appear the robots were made to be functioning but easily replaceable, utilizing the scraps from various... things for their armor. Plently of exposed, raw metal however.

The two Gargoyles gave little time to react, slinging themselves towards the two explorers in synchronization.


Another Gargoyle landed on the already flattened remains of Munchie, staring Juryrig down as it revved up its elbow-mounted saw blades. with a flick, the saw blade was released from the arm of the machine and flung briefly between the more well-manufactured fingers of the Gargoyle. The end result was a full-speed saw blade being thrown directly at the Alchemist.

Around OSC-01 and Ferrus, a whole batch of the invaders fell. OSC-01 spun around, bringing her polearm to the ready as her head jutted around to spot the various robots. Six in total. Likewise, Ferrus stood back to his full height and grumbled some foreign swear, looking for the nearest one. One final Gargoyle descended, landing directly on top of Reman with its axe-like 'beak' cleaving into his armored shoulder.

Hallway

Dahlia found it difficult to just shrug off the situation, but she pressed her weight against the door alongside the others to no avail. After a few budges, she stopped to take a breath- coughing from the dust and smoke. "It's no use!"

The rattling stopped as two Gargoyles fell between Arbitrated and Mikodimus, ready for an ambush. Fortunately, the first landed right in the bubble of potential energy Mikodimus has been storing for the returning Overseer. Mistakenly, the robot was launched towards the door at high speed, slamming into the door frame right above it. The sudden projectile sent Dahlia and Rhea reeling, and the robot was snapped practically in half the by impact. The force of the Gargoyle hitting the door frame was enough to knock some of the debris loose, cracking the door open. The snapped Gargoyle fell to the floor, spazaming dangerously as it tried to self-right without hips or legs.

From the basin of the stairwell leading up to the landing, Caesar could see the second Gargoyle revving up it's saw-blades for an attack behind Arbitrated in particular.
 
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Nave


Reman winced in pain as he took the brunt of the blade into his shoulder, quickly both trying to push it off, and trying to fling it as far away from him as possible. He tried to take a breather as such a strange feeling made him feel like he was going to pass out, but not enough for anything major yet.

However, as he took the blow, something else stirred below.

Beyond all the chaos on the main floor, the fires below kept making a path forward. Romulus checked a few things off on the panel of his weapon. It was time to possibly use this for some other reason than to end his misery, but to keep those he cared about even a minute amount safe from harm.

"Armor. I want to make an entrance."

A series of flaming rings started orbiting around the man, clearly holographic as they passed through while orbiting around him. He took his hat off, and dissolved it back into his pouch as he started to run at breakneck pace up into the lobby, seemingly grappling onto one of the rings, and sending it flying around him, as from the legs up, a suit started to form, gradually adding plating on top of plating seemingly conjured from nothing. The fire stopped curving around him, rather this time obscuring his form as his helmet finally formed around his head, lighting up the "eyes" of his helmet with their familiar reddish-orange aura while the accessories kicked on on the back, thin strands of holograph made to resemble wings. They gradually made their way upwards as he finally left the burning library.

Romulus spoke, but in a way that obscured his voice or intent. What came out was not the smug mutterings of a con man, but the great booming voice of a dragon, ready to protect his hoard.

"I'd have expected this out of you, Beta. Leading the people you care about into immediate danger. What a classic."

Reman could barely concentrate, but out of fear and pain, he blanked out, hearing the voice of his own personal demon as he tried to focus on getting to safety.

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And although I really can't do business with you now, I see you've brought a few willing clients. Let's make a deal."

Romulus stepped out of the smoke, the wisps of the air around him unfurling into blackened wisps on the back of his armor. The crimson-red warrior conjured something in his right hand, a massive flaming greatsword, embedded with holes and dragon iconography, almost longer than the suit itself, minus the helmet. He put both hands across it's hilt, dragging it's blade across the floor as he walked to the creature that attacked Reman.

"
In exchange for trying to take the satisfaction of my well-earned penance,"

Romulus broke into a sprint, lifting the blade with ease as he went in for a great, broad swing, as the sword flung flame in it's path.

"I'll take away the satisfaction of your life."
 
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Nave

Given little to no time to react to the sudden attack, Keith shifted nearly all his body weight to his right shoulder, allowing himself to fall on his side and break into another combat roll to avoid the gargoyle's elbow strike. Though he managed to save his wrist from unforeseen amputation, his poncho was not so lucky—the saw blade razing through a small portion of its featherweight fabric. That was... too close for comfort. Subconsciously analyzing the situation, these robots looked shoddily put together—definitely not of Arcadian origin. Overseer-class optics on a lithe, mostly skeletal chassis, composed of an amalgam of different materials, and conventional sawblades as weapons? It's something like you'd see in a scrapyard... someone else, then, made these things. The Union, maybe? But why?

"PAIR UP AND RETURN FIRE!" was the ex-sergeant's only verbal response to the ambush, albeit in a loud, commandeering voice befitting a seasoned soldier. That done, the informant staggered into a sprint toward Juryrig, completely ignoring the enemy trailing right behind himself in favor of firing a continuous volley of voltaic shots at the alchemist's aggressor, until he could hear the telltale click of his revolver's empty chambers.
 
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The Hallway Bit


One gargoyle fell from the ceiling before being thrown towards Dahlia, Rhea, and their door by an unknown force. Startled by the impact, the pilot-lolita was already moving around Mikodimus when she heard the terrifyingly close sound of another sawblade. With a yelp, the unprepared Arble practically jumped against the armored knight next to her, stumbling down to the ground as some flaming, smoking thing barreled past while bellowing something about making a deal and penance in one of the edgiest voices she'd ever heard... Not like she was thinking about that. Using her half-prone position to her advantage in a split-second decision, she tumbled backwards away from the hostile Gargoyle, grunting at the pain she was causing herself. She wasn't going to come unprepared again, if she survived this...
 
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Rhea stumbled backwards- having barely reacted in time, perhaps simple luck or the instinct of growing up in a hive of scum and villainy, to avoid the falling robot... And more importantly, to have produced a sheet of crystal to deflect its limb from colliding with her head, or Dhalia's. In the process, she had lost concentration on the crystal being used to push the door open. This sucked, it really did. Her arms, her legs, her stomach, and her lungs all burned. Even so, There was... a certain excitement to it. She recovered quickly, hopping up from her nearly prone position, and getting inbetween dhalia and the rampaging machine. She... could do this. As tired, and exhausted as she was, she was certain. Despite the fact she had rarely used her power this often, and the fact it seemed to be malfunctioning in some way after that crystal got into her, she had that kind of unbreakable confidence and bravado, to get between an injured machine, and her captain. At least, she hoped that she could beable to still call her captain... even if she was, just like all the others.

The small girl gritted her teeth, and took a firm stance, ignoring the procedings behind her. An almost manic glint in her eye as she slightly twisted her stance, and rose one hand up to draw the crystal from the ground- at least, what she hoped to do- in a kind of jagged, dangerous looking wedge shape, and following it up with a step forward, a twist, and a swift strike with her other hand- hoping to bowl the machine and the door over in a single strike. "HYYA!" As an after thought, she was pretty sure that she didn't want to use these kinds of attacks on people, certainly not untill she managed to control her power to the point where everything wasn't a jagged, menacing spike.

Even with the motions alone, her body protested fiercely. She really needed a rest soon, that little burst of adrenaline wouldn't hold her off long. "Euugh I... Think you might need to carry me back... soon..." With every, slumped over posture breathe she took, it looked, and sounded like she was trying to blow up the world's most stubborn balloon as fast as she could. Still, she would not look back. she didn't want to see those nervous, suspicious, and at times, downright terrified glances. Nor.. did she want to see if the other dangerous machine she caught out of the corner of her eye, was bearing down on her and the captain. She suspected she wouldn't beable to do anything against it in her current state anyway. Even so, fear for one's life can make them do extraordinary things.
 
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Nave


Marie screeched as the metal beast leapt in front of her. It was a horrifying creature, a twisted gnarl of steel and electricity, of a haphazard heap. It was...horrifying? No...that wasn’t the right word.

It was disgusting. It was useful.

How dare it exist. There was no elegance to it. No pristineness of the androids sold in high-tech worlds, no clockwork charm of Juryrig’s machinations, no ethereal wonder as the Overseer or the Pixies had. An atrocity.

It was exactly what she needed. Metal. She needed it to use a majority of her abilities, not to mention improvising something for Deimos. A tactical and strategic asset that needed to die.

Marie found herself leaping forward at the creature, discharging everything she had at it. Her hand grabbed onto the bladeless side of the creature, her other grabbing onto the blunt sides of its face-axe.

In the dim light of the room, one could see an uncharacteristic, calm anger. No battle cry. If one paid more attention, one could see a fluorescent green in Marie’s normally blue eyes.
 
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Nave

Juryrig was in a good mood, all things considered. Next thing you know, he was too slow, and now gets a well-placed saw blade in his chest. It was then he noticed that his healing factor, which is normally insane, is somehow slower than it was on Ayenee. Nothing like adrenaline cannot compensate, but he needs to remember that from now on. But now.... NOW JURYRIG WILL PLAY ROUGH!

Without a spoken word, Juryrig let out a dissonant purr, his eyes whirling wildly like a chameleon, and his smile grew way too wide to be physically possible as corrupted, black flesh swelled and rejected the saw blade in his body. Dark violet fluid leaked from his body, but only briefly. In a swift motion, he threw his haversack to the left, threw two blue paper airplanes right at the ceiling, and whipped out Blunderbass. The moment he started focusing on boosting his body, though, Juryrig felt himself become lightheaded as he lost control over his body...

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Thus, an unexpected shift of tone occurred with the insane man: "OH GODS OH GODS OH GODS OH GODS GET IT AWAY!" Juryrig(?) opened fired immediately on the Gargoyle in front of him, directing a full force blast of killing sound right at the poorly made robot. The confused and buffed-up alchemist was only vaguely directed by creepy voices in his head, and that was the difference between getting hopelessly lost and scared to maybe knowing what he was doing.

Pillars of flame erupted from the ceiling as an extra copy of Munchie and Horsie just dropped from the ceiling, startling Juryrig(?). "H-Horsie, with me! Munchie and Scout, help that guy! That Keith guy!"

The... questionable alchemist jumps on the sentient table as he maintained fire on his foe, while Munchie and Boy Scout provided cover fire for Keith, focusing on the Gargoyle behind the ex-sergeant.
 
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Nave

Mikodimus could not have been more happy with the result of his planning. His eyes lit up as the robot fell into his vector bubble and was rocketed into the door frame. The almost broken in half robot smashing to the floor got him to giggle slightly. The dance of saw blades as it tried oh so desperately to stand was a beautiful sight.

He looked down to see an Arb lolita bump against him then continue to move away. His eyes locked with the remaining gargoyle who was revving up his saw blades. Miko turned to his new foe and reached a hand behind himself. His focus was clearly on the saw blade of the busted up gargoyle. "Zoom zoom," he said with a grin as his vector powers yanked hard at the wrist of the gargoyle to remove the hand. Its intended target was the opposing gargoyle, and hoped his aim was spot on.
 
Deimos had the exact same idea as Marie, though he couldn't care less how nice the machines looked... not to say they weren't abjectly horrifying in the sense that they looked straight out of a torture chamber, their pendulum heads and sawblade limbs felt more flashy than even his weapon of choice. He would spin around for the briefest of moments to see the rest of his team get assaulted by others like this one.

And time seemed to stop.

In his mind, he would look down. He couldn't see his gauntlet. He couldn't even see his cloak. He was wearing the very same clothes as that day. "Never Again..." the fox muttered. The room sped up once more to the chaos that had ensued. "Never again. ESPECIALLY not here!" He followed Marie's lead, rushing towards the second gargoyle, one that was still damaged from earlier's assault on the mechanical knight. While Marie's decision was to go high, leaping at the gargoyle in front of her, Deimos took his on from below, rushing headlong before dropping into a skid.

His body was like a curling stone, his leg out to kick away at the Gargoyle's legs. A head like that ought to make the contraption pretty top heavy, so dropping that axe with one leg short to pick it up would most certainly be to the team's advantage.

He felt his blood pushing adrenaline through his veins fast enough to give him a headache from the mere sound of his heartbeat, but he had to focus. Right now... he needed a weapon. And these guys were walking arsenals.
 
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