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[h2][center][color=aqua]Broker Of Fortune[/color][/center][/h2]

There had been no response from the Cobalt Bruisers leadership, IE Absinthe and Titania, which was all that was needed for Broker to lead the Blue Guild with a clear consciousness. It was better this way if Broker thought on it, since she could fully utilize the Blue guild to complete her own objective. As the group trundled down the dessert and were quickly approaching the Black City's walls that were already in sight, Broker had the time to peruse the files Problem Child sent her in more detail and found a good target for them to aim for. The issue was that they had to get deep into the guild hall itself, but if they succeeded then Arms Slave would be deprived of a weapon that would destroy the balance of power on Deep Ground Online. It was something that Broker wasn't even going to take the chance of stealing, complete destruction being the only course of action for them.

[quote]”Big Berry to Lucky Bloo, I’m seeing a large black orb over in the distance. Would you like us to investigate?”[/quote]

Aroused from her thoughts by the crackle of the radio, Broker left the controls to a tanker she picked up along the way to pop the hatch and stick her upper half outside. Broker grabbed a pair of binoculars that were in the 'glove box' and zoomed in where the black sphere was indeed present over the approaching city scape.

[color=aqua][i]"Negative Big Berry. We're smashing through the Black City's front gate and I need every gun available to knock out the cannons and punch through. If the sphere makes to leave the city or fires on us, then you have my permission to shell it into the Atari era. Now keep your eyes forward because I want you following behind this spearhead."[/i][/color] She switched the channel from the two way with Big Berry to a message to the entire peace keeping force. [color=aqua][i]"Listen up cause I'm only saying it once. We are here to quell the civil war as best we can by capturing their Guild Hall and forcing both sides to cease fighting. We're authorized to fight through them, but we don't want bad blood so keep the killing clean or we are going to be stuck here for a long time. The Ebony Strykers and Cobalt Bruisers are allies and we want to keep it that way, even if we have to break their toys to keep them safe from themselves." 

"Once we bust the gate we will drive straight for the Guild Hall, and from their expand outwards to tranquilize the fighting. I want the respawn points all safe and secure to keep any idiots from rejoining the fight. Besides that, keep the tanks alive and don't do anything I wouldn't do."[/i][/color]

Order's were given, speeches made, and there may or may not have been some raucous applause afterwards. Either way the piece wouldn't last long before they sighted a vehicle speeding towards them as it fled the warring city. Broker's binoculars zoomed in through the driver's side window and revealed the likeness of the player described on chat as Abyss Walker. If Retsu hadn't sent her most recent message the instigator would have taken a salvo of HE shells, so it was their lucky day. [color=aqua][i]"Skirmisher Detachment Alpha, capture that driver all costs."[/i][/color] 

A trio of light tanks followed by another trio of dune buggies with mounted gun emplacements broker off from the column to corral Abyss Walker, bearing down with overwhelming fire power and better vehicles not marred by escaping a warzone. 

It would have been better to capture Abyss Walker in person, but the gates were upon them and that meant she couldn't afford to leave the offensive. This proved all the more prudent when the walls mounted cannons, though only half as some were already shelling the city, angled themselves to fire upon the approaching column. Plumes of dessert sands were thrown up in violent gouts of force and flame, Broker forced to close the hatch or be scorched herself. [color=aqua][i]"All units! Take out every emplacement on those walls that's still shooting. Fire on my signal."[/i][/color] 

Throwing herself into the gunner's seat, Broker of Fortune refreshed her Overhaul ability to apply it to the tank's guns as well. The sights were lined, distance compensated for, and shells loaded. The barrel of every tank in range that didn't get wrecked by the opening cannonade raised in a deafening rebuttal.

[color=aqua][i]"Fire![/i][/color]