"The number of players that are mad are not even as much as the ones that want me dead" Silent said with a flat tone. He lowered the window and took out a laspistol. He aimed and fired back at the drones. The photon lasers would melt off only a little portion of the armor, doing nearly nothing. Silence, on the other hand, opened the sun roof as she exposed her top portion of the body. She drew her weapon handle and revealed a laser saber from one in. She then threw the saber at one of the drones, a trail of wire follow behind it. The saber would cut off a few drones appendages off, disabling them. She then pull back the wire hard, bringing the saber handle back in her hands. Any bullets fired at them two would just ricochet off the nano shield.
Leka nodded. He opened his mouth- then stumbled, the sudden trembling of the ground catching him off guard. He recovered easily enough, looking up at Cheshire with wide, alarmed eyes.
“The hell?” he whispered.
He quickly turned and looked out a partially cracked window. Smoke and heat rose up to the sky, the remnants of a torn building rapidly dissolving. Even from quite a distance, he could hear the screams and sirens.
"What's going on?" he muttered, fidgeting behind his cloak.
“The hell?” he whispered.
He quickly turned and looked out a partially cracked window. Smoke and heat rose up to the sky, the remnants of a torn building rapidly dissolving. Even from quite a distance, he could hear the screams and sirens.
"What's going on?" he muttered, fidgeting behind his cloak.
Thea beckoned for the Catherine to come closer so that they may speak.
Maybe she'll know something I don't... Perhaps she'd even be interested in some sort of alliance. Last time I died I was back stabbed... someone cut out the wiring from the back of my neck which overloaded my system...
Maybe she'll know something I don't... Perhaps she'd even be interested in some sort of alliance. Last time I died I was back stabbed... someone cut out the wiring from the back of my neck which overloaded my system...
"Now we're cookin'!"
O30 jerked the wheel. The getaway vehicle with the very same emblem of the pursuers painted on the side swerved to avoid pedestrians and procedurally generated traffic. Felt like a classic GTA title, except she was stuck driving in first person mode. She didn't mind, for she had a way to fix that.
She tore down the simple ribbon keeping her synthetic white hair neat. It became a wild mess as she brought the ribbon, a classic full visor HUD, across her one visible eye to completely cover it in black fabric. She immediately got an aerial view of all the action. The satellite she was linked to gave a brilliant real time feed. Just one use of the Obsidai tech personal to her, the one piece of evidence that branded her a "Hero" of Oasis.
"Heroes of Mayhem, more like it. Now... quickest way out of the heat... there!"
She drifted around a corner, wheels screaming down a route covered with the metro tracks just ten feet above them. The UAVs were forced to lower altitude of risk colliding with red beams. The pursuit continued.
O30 jerked the wheel. The getaway vehicle with the very same emblem of the pursuers painted on the side swerved to avoid pedestrians and procedurally generated traffic. Felt like a classic GTA title, except she was stuck driving in first person mode. She didn't mind, for she had a way to fix that.
She tore down the simple ribbon keeping her synthetic white hair neat. It became a wild mess as she brought the ribbon, a classic full visor HUD, across her one visible eye to completely cover it in black fabric. She immediately got an aerial view of all the action. The satellite she was linked to gave a brilliant real time feed. Just one use of the Obsidai tech personal to her, the one piece of evidence that branded her a "Hero" of Oasis.
"Heroes of Mayhem, more like it. Now... quickest way out of the heat... there!"
She drifted around a corner, wheels screaming down a route covered with the metro tracks just ten feet above them. The UAVs were forced to lower altitude of risk colliding with red beams. The pursuit continued.
He moved forward, hoping to be able to speak to the android over the sound of the winds.
“You seem a bit lost there, where do you need to get to?” He asked the metallic stranger calmly.
“You seem a bit lost there, where do you need to get to?” He asked the metallic stranger calmly.
Cheshire looked to Leka, then to the men in the back who seems occupied with a phone call, probably about the collapsing building.
"Don't know, don't care." She said quickly, tugging on her hood before grabbing Leka's wrist and darting for her motorbike.
Ah yes, the good ol' fashion Harley motorcycle, fitted perfectly for the apocalyptic setting, what with it's high power engine, and large wheels for difficult terrain. It was a two seater, with another seat a bit higher then the driver one. Cheshire pulled Leka onto the motorcycle and tossing him a spare helmet. "You'll need this."
With that, she kick started the motorbike, it let out a loud roar, like summoning a powerful demon deep from it's engine, breathing out spouts of fire from the exhaust. Revving it a few time, she kicked the stand and got ready to take off. "Tell me when you're ready kid."
"Don't know, don't care." She said quickly, tugging on her hood before grabbing Leka's wrist and darting for her motorbike.
Ah yes, the good ol' fashion Harley motorcycle, fitted perfectly for the apocalyptic setting, what with it's high power engine, and large wheels for difficult terrain. It was a two seater, with another seat a bit higher then the driver one. Cheshire pulled Leka onto the motorcycle and tossing him a spare helmet. "You'll need this."
With that, she kick started the motorbike, it let out a loud roar, like summoning a powerful demon deep from it's engine, breathing out spouts of fire from the exhaust. Revving it a few time, she kicked the stand and got ready to take off. "Tell me when you're ready kid."
Silent stick out of the window again. He drew out three opened vials of gray color liquid. He then threw at the center direction of the fire zone. The vials was shot apart and the liquid sprayed out everywhere. The liquid immediately evaporate into a large smoke screen. All drones that flew into it were tangled by a sticky liquid which jammed their rotors. It caused all the drones to crash not 5 seconds later. The chase was over.
"That was successful. Never used the berserk scientist class" Silent said. Silence then spoke to him, "The saber's functional. I like it." "Then keep it."
Then suddenly a tank burst through a wall and prolonged the chase.
"That was successful. Never used the berserk scientist class" Silent said. Silence then spoke to him, "The saber's functional. I like it." "Then keep it."
Then suddenly a tank burst through a wall and prolonged the chase.
"Well, the thing is, the game sorta respawned me in a weird place... I didn't die anywhere near here..."
Automap Request
Granted
A map began to form, mapping out the desert as the laser scanned.
Project the map to our guest. Maybe he will find it useful.
A hologram of the map would appear in front of them.
"Well, what do you think? Its a map from all the data I've collected."
Automap Request
Granted
A map began to form, mapping out the desert as the laser scanned.
Project the map to our guest. Maybe he will find it useful.
A hologram of the map would appear in front of them.
"Well, what do you think? Its a map from all the data I've collected."
((Again...my character is a dude.))
((alright understood))
Leka swung to the second seat, and immediately dismissed the thought of perhaps taking off his mask first before putting anything else on his head- he didn’t want to take any chances on being accidentally discovered. He didn’t hesitate, briskly putting on the offered helmet, pleasantly surprised to find that it didn’t impede his vision.
“Ready,” he said, and he barely finished the word before they were off.
He clutched the seat underneath him, leaning forwards and looking over his shoulder. No one seemed to be following them, for the moment. Turning his attention toward the motorcycle they were riding, he whistled in appreciation. It was a nice bike, although… “I like the Buell Firebolt better,” he said. He would not be surprised if the helmet he was wearing had some sort of mic in it. “But even I can’t deny this Harley’s value. Looks good. Sounds nice too.”
A nearby crash, squealing of tires, and explosions made him whip his head to the right. That was… way to close for comfort. “What was that?” he said, dread curling in his gut.
“Ready,” he said, and he barely finished the word before they were off.
He clutched the seat underneath him, leaning forwards and looking over his shoulder. No one seemed to be following them, for the moment. Turning his attention toward the motorcycle they were riding, he whistled in appreciation. It was a nice bike, although… “I like the Buell Firebolt better,” he said. He would not be surprised if the helmet he was wearing had some sort of mic in it. “But even I can’t deny this Harley’s value. Looks good. Sounds nice too.”
A nearby crash, squealing of tires, and explosions made him whip his head to the right. That was… way to close for comfort. “What was that?” he said, dread curling in his gut.
Leka and Cheshire the Spire Killer were privy to a blur of an Enforcer's patrol car practically floating off the road as it speed away a block or so down from them. Anti-infrantry fire followed after, along with a loud boom of a cannon and a complimentary one following it some time later when the missed shot obliterated the base of a Tinker's Spire. The tank followed suit, matching the street vehicle it was chasing surprisingly well.
In the car itself, O30 was beginning to get worried. The fun was still there, have you no doubt. But one well placed shot from that tank...
"Good thing it'll never hit!" She swerved and dipped, juked and jived, swiveled and jiveled if that was even a word. After a few missed shots, the enemy switched to more machine gun fire as the armored pursuer barreled after them on its rotating treads.
In the car itself, O30 was beginning to get worried. The fun was still there, have you no doubt. But one well placed shot from that tank...
"Good thing it'll never hit!" She swerved and dipped, juked and jived, swiveled and jiveled if that was even a word. After a few missed shots, the enemy switched to more machine gun fire as the armored pursuer barreled after them on its rotating treads.
Cheshire speeded down the road, dashing between the other vehicles, a loud radio booming off the motorcycle, some old fashion country rock. It's her favorite after all, gets her in the mood. It's loud engine roaring, echoing off the city towers, only to be consumed by the rest of the sound.
More specifically the explosions happening nearby.
She talked through the radio in her mask/helmet. "What in the hell is a tank doing out here in Paradiso?" She drifted between two large gun runner's trucks. Looking over, and witnessing the car that's being persuited. Ah great.
"Hey kid, hang on!" She yelled before abruptly turning into a lane that lead closer to the fighting that was happening, after some quick turns she was now perusing after the tank. A bloody tank. Revving the motorcycle to accelerate and remain behind the tank. "Hey, Leka. Kid, use your mic in there and see if you can connect to whoever's drivin the car. Should be a little phone thing at the bottom of your HUD."
More specifically the explosions happening nearby.
She talked through the radio in her mask/helmet. "What in the hell is a tank doing out here in Paradiso?" She drifted between two large gun runner's trucks. Looking over, and witnessing the car that's being persuited. Ah great.
"Hey kid, hang on!" She yelled before abruptly turning into a lane that lead closer to the fighting that was happening, after some quick turns she was now perusing after the tank. A bloody tank. Revving the motorcycle to accelerate and remain behind the tank. "Hey, Leka. Kid, use your mic in there and see if you can connect to whoever's drivin the car. Should be a little phone thing at the bottom of your HUD."
Leka nearly flailed before quickly holding on to Cheshire’s shoulders, moving with the sharp turns in an effort to keep himself firmly planted on the motorbike. Geezus, Bullet Fuse really was as crazy as he remembered.
"Hey, Leka.” He almost jolted, his attention immediately drawn to the female driver. ”Kid, use your mic in there and see if you can connect to whoever's drivin the car. Should be a little phone thing at the bottom of your HUD.”
He carefully let go of one of Cheshire’s shoulders, bringing his hands under his helmet to-
“Tank target, please respond,” he said, and- his voice cracked, what a wonderful time to do that. He inwardly grumbled to himself. He wished his voice just stayed low already. “This is a friend- or foe. Depends on what you did to get a tank around here.”
"Hey, Leka.” He almost jolted, his attention immediately drawn to the female driver. ”Kid, use your mic in there and see if you can connect to whoever's drivin the car. Should be a little phone thing at the bottom of your HUD.”
He carefully let go of one of Cheshire’s shoulders, bringing his hands under his helmet to-
“Tank target, please respond,” he said, and- his voice cracked, what a wonderful time to do that. He inwardly grumbled to himself. He wished his voice just stayed low already. “This is a friend- or foe. Depends on what you did to get a tank around here.”
O30 was deep in the action-movie atomosphere now. She could practically hear her heart thumping she was having such a rush! So much so that when the patrol car's radio piped up, she couldn't calm down. It wasn't his Enforcer Contact and or anyone recognizable in the slightest. Sounded like a boy too young for this game with the voice shifting everywhere.
"Ain't it obvious!" She yelled into the hand mic. "We got six wanted stars and we're goin' for seven! You'll never take us alive, coppers! Haahahahahahah-" It devolved from there until a particularly close round tore off the driver side mirror. O30 quieted then, and began to think rationally. "All right, I could use some help even if I've got the VR world's best shield in the backseat. We're basically tearing up the strict society of Paradiso for fun. You in?"
"Ain't it obvious!" She yelled into the hand mic. "We got six wanted stars and we're goin' for seven! You'll never take us alive, coppers! Haahahahahahah-" It devolved from there until a particularly close round tore off the driver side mirror. O30 quieted then, and began to think rationally. "All right, I could use some help even if I've got the VR world's best shield in the backseat. We're basically tearing up the strict society of Paradiso for fun. You in?"
"This is beyond a 6 star. This is when every player wants you dead scenario. Also the shield isn't lacking but depleting." Silent said with a monotone but somewhat of a joke. Silence jump on top of the car and drew out the lighter saber. A round flew close to her but it was dangerous due to the shockwave so she maneuvered to cut it in half in the process, rendering both the round and shockwave useless.
Silent sticked his head out of the window and threw two vials down the road, causing it to splash onto the tank and a smokescreen happen.
Silent sticked his head out of the window and threw two vials down the road, causing it to splash onto the tank and a smokescreen happen.
Cheshire looked up, her eyes narrowing towards the car. The original voice she didn't remember. But silent's, silent's was one she'll never forget. Especially after the special weapons, she's gotten from him after WOM. She drove around some now destroyed cars, with presumably destroyed corpses inside them.
Hooking up her call into the pursuit car, she spoke with the autotuned voice modular on. To disguise herself in the chance someone was somehow listening in from the tank. "Tank Target, this is Cheshire, we're here to assist. Let's cause some mayhem."
With that she turned off the call to look over her shoulder at Leka, this is probably some extreme chaos for the poor kid, not like he's really gonna get him involved or anything. Not like he could with his level. Plus, it's going to take some serious rocket power to destroy that beast of a machine, and Cheshire won't be able to.... Oh. Oh, this is going to be fun.
"Leka! Can you drive?" She says while swerving between any rubbage in the road. Her eyes focused on the tank.
Hooking up her call into the pursuit car, she spoke with the autotuned voice modular on. To disguise herself in the chance someone was somehow listening in from the tank. "Tank Target, this is Cheshire, we're here to assist. Let's cause some mayhem."
With that she turned off the call to look over her shoulder at Leka, this is probably some extreme chaos for the poor kid, not like he's really gonna get him involved or anything. Not like he could with his level. Plus, it's going to take some serious rocket power to destroy that beast of a machine, and Cheshire won't be able to.... Oh. Oh, this is going to be fun.
"Leka! Can you drive?" She says while swerving between any rubbage in the road. Her eyes focused on the tank.
”Leka! Can you drive?”
His stomach dropped, then curled inward.
Oh. Oh no.
“Um,” he stuttered, thinking about the moped he drove almost every day to work and school. He resolutely did not think about the amaranth Buell Firebolt XB12R in Kalizi’s garage, the one they said was his and a gift and free to use whenever.
The one he’s never taken out in public.
“Yes,” he said, because whether or not he was actually ready Cheshire was going to do something.
Which would probably end with him taking the Harley’s handlebars. Like that question meant anything else.
This game was going to kill him.
His stomach dropped, then curled inward.
Oh. Oh no.
“Um,” he stuttered, thinking about the moped he drove almost every day to work and school. He resolutely did not think about the amaranth Buell Firebolt XB12R in Kalizi’s garage, the one they said was his and a gift and free to use whenever.
The one he’s never taken out in public.
“Yes,” he said, because whether or not he was actually ready Cheshire was going to do something.
Which would probably end with him taking the Harley’s handlebars. Like that question meant anything else.
This game was going to kill him.
Cheshire looked back to Leka for confirmation, hearing the words echo in her ears she gave a quick rundown of the motorcycle. "Alright, well.... This thing is my prized possession so don't crash it. Careful with the throttle, it's trigger happy and very finicky so careful, don't hit the button on the gas canister, it's NOS. The beaut will stop on a dime though, so there's that. One last thing. DO NOT WHATSOEVER crash it. Good? Glad."
Cheshire then looked back to her target, a tank. A bloody tank. This is insane... Huh. Needs music.... Ah, yes perfect. "Alice, play radio, song, Switchblade Kiss Comes Close by Gypsy Pistolero." Upon which an automated voice response system replied. "Now playing radio, Switchblade Kiss Comes Close by Gypsy Pistolero." The music began blaring into her audio system, almost consuming her completely into the music. Ah, the sweet ol' sounds of rock.
She then began to stand on her motorcycle, keeping it somehow balanced as she did this feat. First her feet onto the seat, then one foot perched on the handlebar. "Get ready kid!" And with a simple push, a jump, she was in the air, majestically her cloak behind her flapping in the high power winds. Almost feeling like a god in this state. "LETS RIDE!" With doing a complete flip she held her mechanical arm out to grapple onto the tank, successfully the metal wire hooked and reeled the girl in from her sky view.
Having landed on the mechanical tank she looked down, finding the hatch. And, it's locked. Great...... Hm.... Idea.
She looked back up to the car that's being pursued by this behemoth and seeing the player wielding what is presumably an uncopyrighted lightsaber. Sweet weapon, silent's design probably. She talked into her hud's speaker.
"Hey! Wannabe Jedi, come over here and give me a hand opening this hatch."
Cheshire then looked back to her target, a tank. A bloody tank. This is insane... Huh. Needs music.... Ah, yes perfect. "Alice, play radio, song, Switchblade Kiss Comes Close by Gypsy Pistolero." Upon which an automated voice response system replied. "Now playing radio, Switchblade Kiss Comes Close by Gypsy Pistolero." The music began blaring into her audio system, almost consuming her completely into the music. Ah, the sweet ol' sounds of rock.
She then began to stand on her motorcycle, keeping it somehow balanced as she did this feat. First her feet onto the seat, then one foot perched on the handlebar. "Get ready kid!" And with a simple push, a jump, she was in the air, majestically her cloak behind her flapping in the high power winds. Almost feeling like a god in this state. "LETS RIDE!" With doing a complete flip she held her mechanical arm out to grapple onto the tank, successfully the metal wire hooked and reeled the girl in from her sky view.
Having landed on the mechanical tank she looked down, finding the hatch. And, it's locked. Great...... Hm.... Idea.
She looked back up to the car that's being pursued by this behemoth and seeing the player wielding what is presumably an uncopyrighted lightsaber. Sweet weapon, silent's design probably. She talked into her hud's speaker.
"Hey! Wannabe Jedi, come over here and give me a hand opening this hatch."
Silence was already on the car by the time Chesire shouted at her. She didn’t hesitate to answer back. She moved slightly backwards before jumping off the car. She did a front flip before landing gracefully on the tank, all due to high acrobatic and agility stats. Her blade went for the machine gun turret, slicing horizontally in half. Without a break in-between, the blade sliced the tank’s barrel off. She casually walked up to the turret and started to cut open. There were muffle screams from the interior due to the surprise of the weapon’s existence. The hatch was quickly cut opened.
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