“You can add my world to that pile where that happens" Rayne replied regretfully to Maokai’s comment about mortals defiling nature, before clarifying that "There wasn’t any left above ground, and I'd only just stopped what little was left below ground going the same way when I was ripped away from it” which probably didn't help Lewa’s fears about that possibility, before adding “so if I have any say in it, this one won’t be going the way mine did”
That said, there were still a lot of questions about this one, such as why there were even more other-worlders being dropped in here now, and possibly even otherworldly threats? If the blobs were unfamiliar was any suggestion that the latter was happening anyway, and what an unpleasant suggestion it was.
“Are there people able to do what the goddess did, and using it for evil, maybe?” she wondered, but that train of thought got interrupted when the caravan got brought up.
“Oh right! Ok hang on one moment I’ll go fill them in and figure out where we’ll meet back up” she offered, before dashing off to do just that.
Central hub: Smash City Alcamoth Accessible locations: Peach’s castle Limsa Lominscuttle Town Lumbridge Twilight Town Kosm’s Beach
Just a little bit before the end, the koopa king and prince ran out of time, which left them grumbling, and then dismayed at how they’d probably just barely lost a podium position as a result of their early termination. Who was to blame for this was rather obvious. In two ways actually. For them, they were quite sure that had she not attempted/succeeded at sabotage that they would have won (unable to see how their own actions had lead to their downfall). For everyone else, Minda was obvious, in that she stood out, because like Nadia and Juri she arrived back in the waiting room fighting.
As for what she was fighting, well, anyone not distracted by the cat fight would have seen Minda glance around only to lock eyes of a second version of Ganondorf who’d appeared from nowhere, this one armed only with the single distinctive white blade that Toriel had intended to slay him with.
The princess immediately charged the reflection of the king of evil (who simply sauntered towards her in turn) thrusting her treespear forwards in a swift stab. The man casually blocked the blow with the flat of his blade however before lunging past the reach of her long weapon with an elbow barge, knocking her back. He followed it up with a thrust of the white blade which Midna narrowly evaded, earning the king only a scratch for his efforts. Despite the smallness of the wound, the blade of light seared the princess badly, causing her to hiss through her teeth as she stumbled back.
As much as Midna wanted to just shoot her foe to try and gain some space, the princess now had enough understanding of guns to know that it was a bad idea with people behind her foe. So instead she dropped the twin pistols she’d been trying to use, leaving her hands empty as the mirror image dained to charge her now to follow up on his blow. He slammed down with a powerful two handed blow of his blade, which midna caught with the guard on her spear, using a fair amount more effort to do so than the king had done to block her own attack.
Rather than pull back however, the reflection pushed forwards, keeping their blades locked and aiming to simply power through her guard. It was working too, that glowing blade of light getting closer and closer to her forced as he forced the speartip back.
Resisting the urge to grab the spear with all four hands and to simply try and hold, the princess struck back, swinging empty hands at her hated foe, only for an obsidian ax to fade into her grip as she used a crescent moon slash to quickdraw her only other remaining bladed weapon. The reflection of her foe reacted by stepping back such that it was he, this time, who received only a scratch. Or at least he should have. To her confusion the blade seemed to simply slip right through the reflection, meaning it was not set aflame like she had intended.
Not put off by this failure, she followed through with her plan, letting go of the cumbersome fire ax rather than try and arrest its swing. Then she struck forward with her shadow hand, followed by several quick jabs with her spear, only for the king to block them all with more perfect parries, causing her to snarl in frustration.
Rather than continue to throw herself at a wall, she darted left while summoning her flygon from a portal and sending it right. Rather than be surrounded however, the king leapt up and over her, before trying to stab her in the back as she spun to follow him, scoring him another seering cut on the princess due to the spear limiting her turning speed.
Then he was back on the defensive, blocking a beam of purple fire from her flygon. That, at least, was the opening she needed, the princess darting her blade forwards, slipping it past his guard as he tried to move to block both attacks, and delivering a swift stab. This one too, however, failed to count for some reason.
Frustrated beyond end, when the king acted to knock her spear aside, she let him, releasing her grip on the weapon and causing him to overextend due to lack of resistance, before lunging forwards with fingertips wreathed in glowing purple dragon’s claws. He made to grab at her, but the princess opened a portal and promptly blasted the man in the face with a shotgun spray of sand to throw off his vision long enough for her to dig her claws into him in-order to find something that she could hurt.
Or that had been the plan anyway. Instead one of the larger and sharper of the millions of void black sand particles won the luck of the draw to be the first to bypass the reflection’s ethereal nature, and deliver a tiny cut to it, taking its one and only hitpoint in the process. As such, rather than getting to get stuck in with her claws, the princess blinked in surprise as the reflection shattered from that single tiny blow, and she instead went stumbling through the space where it had been.
”huh” she said to herself contemplatively after she’d stabilized herself, before rubbing at her wounds and finding that, at least to her touch, it seemed like the light seared gashes were not actually there, only a pair of razor thin cuts. ”an illusion then” she correctly assessed, only to cringe when a young voice complained that ”That’s how it ends? Lame. I wanted a nice dramatic stabbing or something” and turning to find Jr and Bowser had been snacking while watching her duke it out with the reflection of Ganondorf
Minda opened and closed her mouth a few times, before simply agreeing that ”no you’re right, that wasn’t cathartic at all” and then saying that ”do that again so I can take him down properly this time”
That got a laugh and a kneeslap from Bowser, before he agreed ”yeah, sure, I definitely want to see that backstabbing schmuck get his” only for the other, more important, fight to come to an end and for the regularly scheduled entertainment to get back on track. Still, by the time the fourth game had been explained, and they were all in a spooky town and wearing witch hats, any animosity from the previous game had been swept away by that age old adage: the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
The trio stuck together as they searched for hiding spots so they could talk and trade stories, and while ‘he shot me in the back while we were trying to take over the world” and “he stabbed me in the front while trying to take over the world” weren't exactly the most compatible tales, shared animosity still did wonders for diplomatic relations between the kingdoms (in exile) of koopas and twilight.
”He has to be lying about not remembering destroying that kingdom, surely?” the princess was saying when they got to the part of Bowser’s relaying of what Ganondorf had been up to where they were talking to Asgor. The king for his part shrugged and was saying that ”might have been a different him” but was prevented from getting to the revelation about respawning by jr piping up that ”Papaaaaaaa, I think we’re running out of time to hide somewhere” the prince having been the only one paying attention to that while the older royals gossiped.
”Oh, right, yeah” Bowser replied, now actually paying attention to where they were and what they were doing. The former was in a library. The latter was finding something, anything, that the king could conceivably disguise as because he really was the limiting factor here with his size.
He ”Uhhhh”ed for a moment, and then turned into a bookshelf, which got him stuck at an angle in between a pair of existing shelves in just the most blatant hiding spot ever.
”Might want to try that somewhere else” Midna suggested, as she hung from the raptors by her shadow hand, and then proceed to turn into a hanging chandelier big enough for someone to stand on (and thus big enough to contain her mass).
”Yeah try against a wall papa!” jr called over. In contrast to his towering papa, jr had both the smallest form while standing, and an even smaller one when curled up in his shell. He did so now atop one of the tables, having slammed the biggest and heaviest grimoire in the library there, and promptly turned into it. Then he used the opening and closing of his cover to flip off that table and to get as far as possible from the base prop he was copying as possible, winding up on another table across the hall.
Once he was there however, there came a crash, as a moving bookcase knocked over another, followed by another crash and another as an entire column of shelves went toppling over domino style. Papers and knick knacks went flying, but when the dust cleared, the first bookshelf was nowhere to be seen.
For about 5 seconds anyway, after which the elevated Midan worked out the koopa king had simply flopped his own on top of the first knocked down shelf to join the mess he’d made. With how much time they’d wasted nattering on, it was probably the best he was going to do, she guessed, as she used her hanging spot to peek out an upper floor window to see if she could spot the seekers (of props) approaching.
wordcount: 1,876 (but interspersed so +3 for J B &M, +1 for R & K) (+1 rapport for Kamek and Rika, +1 for Bowser, Midna and Jr) Bowser: Level 14 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (220/140) (+1 bonus pending) Bowser Jr: Level 14 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (103/140) (+1 bonus pending) Kamek: Level 13 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (94/130) (+1 bonus pending) Rika: Level 9 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(113/90) (+1 bonus pending) Midna: level 10 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (41/110) (+1 bonus pending) Location: Carnival town: Ballyhoo’s Big Top
Central hub: Smash City Alcamoth Accessible locations: Peach’s castle Limsa Lominscuttle Town Lumbridge Twilight Town Kosm’s Beach
To say the royal koopas were both causing carnage and tearing up the road was something of an understatement. With oodles racing experience, blasting back and forth across town was a breeze, but, of course, between villain and mario kart involving interfering with other racers as a core component, they couldn’t simply be satisfied with just out racing the others. They had to mess with them too.
Which made trying to share a road with even one a nightmare, let alone two, let alone cross the bridge between islands with instant game overs on either side of you. Unfortunately for Midna, that is exactly the position she found herself in, with Bowser in front taking up the whole half of the highway, and jr coming right up behind her as they all approached that most dangerous of crossings.
”move!” honk ”out” honk ”the” honk ”way!” she demanded, having discovered and now making liberal use of the car horn after getting tooted at herself by the none-people-cars.
As for why she wanted to get past, well, a certain prince had gotten clever with his strikers, and recreated an old classic of mario kart which he put an end to Midna’s honking by sending another volley her way: green shells.
”Goddesses you have got to be kidding me” the princess cursed, swerving to the side to avoid the first of the triple burst, only to careen into the central divider as looking where she was and where she was going proved much to difficult. Sparks flew as she scraped her vehicle against it, only for her to pull off just in time to avoid the second shell, and then dodged the third purely because she was swerving wildly to try and avoid the shells that had rebound off of the back of Bowser’s mega vehicle.
She let out a little sigh of relief as she saw the prince had run out of ammo, for now, for now, only to put her eyes back forwards and meet those of Bowser leaning over the back of his vehicle.
”Get lost tailgater!” he demanded, before taking a swipe at her with a titanic claw. She hit the brakes with an ”ach” to avoid this, only for Jr to rear end her, ramming her forwards back into Bowser’s swiping range with a ”yeah, get her papa!”
”You little-” she began to bite bark at him, only for the sound of jet engine flaring to herald her boom as bowser swung his kinetic strike module down, smashed it into the side of her taxi, and sent it, and the princess, careening over the bridge’s barrier and down into the drink.
She surfaced a few moments later, just in time to see father and son duo fist bump rather than keep up their sabotaging ways vs each other. Had she simply been taken down, she might have just stewed in the drink, but she drew the line at nepotism. Ironic for a princess, yes, but technically she had been appointed as her parent’s successor rather than simply inheriting the position.
Either way, she swore then and there she would have her revenge as she slipped into the shadow of the bridge and began to scheme.
Compared to the deliberate carnage her adopted father and new brother were causing, Rika’s was entirely unintentional. Despite Kamek sitting in her lap and giving her pointers, her lack of land legs was biting her in the butt again. She mostly compensated for being a land vessel via using her gauntlets when on foot, but having been made to sail everywhere meant she didn’t actually have the most strength or dexterity in her lower limbs, which made fine motor control of the pedal operated, well, motor, a touch tricky.
Hence why she was up there in the property damage department with Nadia, an unintentional rampage that ended with an ”Easily does it- oh dear” from Kamek before they missed a corner, rammed straight into an exercise ball store, and where bounced right back out. Two more bounces atop the parasol of a food vendor and a shop awning later and they had crashed, upside down in the middle of the street.
With a groan, Rika popped her gauntlets back on, shoved open the door of the car, and then forcibly shoved it back on its wheels, only for it to not start up again.
”What? Why? What’s wrong now!?” the ship girl complained in exasperation, only for Kamek to gently inform her that ”Sadly I think you are out of time young mistress” prompting a deep and frustrated ”Uuurgh” from the ship girl before she complained that ”this has been no fun at all” as she weakly kicked the taxi cab
”Perhaps there is something more amusing to do around the town for those who are out of time? We’re hardly the first and only to run out of time” Kamek suggested, before actually properly taking in the place they had been racing around and noticing the odd thing about it, namely that ”huh, it seems like the whole place is more gym than city? How odd”
”What’s a gym?” Rika inevitably asked, to which the mage replied that ”it’s a palace where people train their bodies to be stronger” before pointing out a few of the things that had given it away ”those would be weights for lifting to build arm muscle, and those treadmills to make you better at running, and, I suppose that” he gestured at a Leg Press Machine that had been placed where a park bench might have been in an actual city, ”would be for lifting weights with your legs to make them stronger I suppose”
”Huh” Rika replied, before saying ”I’m going to try that then” which is how she ended up using the rest of the time they had doing leg exercises.
While she was at that, Bowser and Jr were still trying to win the game, but they were about to receive a thorn in their side as consequence for their actions. As the prince once again came to cross the bridge on a long and daring red passenger request, the shadow of vengeance sprung her trap. With a heave, Midna swung herself up onto the brigade, landing on all sixes and then lashed out with her shadow hand, grabbing the front of his rather diminutive taxi. As the prince yelled at her to let him go, she casually hurled him and his vehicle off of the bridge to cap off one perfectly executed ambush.
She didn’t stop to gloat however. With the lighter target down, now came the daunting task of running the road hogging Bowser off the, well, road.
Finding him was pretty easy, what with the roar of rage that echoed into the sky when he found out about how she’d ended his son’s game. Unfortunately, him finding out about that made things a fair bit trickier for her, as when she roared into view on the back of one of her stolen motorbikes, she was just in time to spot the prince clambering up onto the back of his papa’s cab.
”There she is papa! There’s the meanie who threw me off the bridge” the prince shouted, pointing her out with his paint brush, before calling out that ”show her what a loser she is and win the race, I’ll hold her off!” when his dad made to come after her rather than break away from the race
”Oh I’m the mean one? You two should have thought about the consequences before messing with me!” she called back, before revving her motorcycle and charging right at them.
”Ha! We’ll see about that!” Bowser taunted back, before yelling ”Now get in here!” at the closest available fair, who happened to be red.
That was Midna’s cue, as she brought up her second set of arms, and started to pepper the passenger with shots from her twin commando auto pistols.
”Hey what the heck!” jr shouted in complaint as the passenger too started complaining, (though not nearly as frantically as being shot might suggest) before forming an iron shield and sticking himself, and it, in the way of the shots.
”Na na na na na! Can’t hurt me!” he shouted at her as Bowser hit the gas and roared off towards their destination. Not deterred, Minda kept up after them, forming a shadow hand and slapping it into the side of the koopa-cab, causing it to swerve into oncoming traffic. The royal ride naturally plowed everything aside, but it was all to much for the picky red fare, who bailed on them after the fourth collision.
”Alright, that does it, get off the road!” the koopa king roared, as he powslid the cab around, and then gunned it right at her. Seeming undeterred, she countercharged, only to leap at the last moment before the collision, her bike going down into a portal, and her up onto the hood of the car.
”Huh!?” the king grunted in confusion, only to panic as the princess made a grab for the wheel with her shadow hand and tried to forcibly turn all three of them off of the road and into the sea.
As she did so however, the mirror shield he had left sitting against the side door of the car flashed once, and a man very familiar to them all stepped out of it, brandishing a pure white blade.
The sight of her killer in the form he had worn when he struck the (temporarily) fatal blow made the princess flinch, and then when he came at her with that pure white blade prompted her to leap off of the vehicle entirely. She hit the asphalt, tumbling over and over in a way that would have really hurt if she could have taken damage at all. Fortunately, as it was off, she merely pushed herself up off the ground after reorienting herself, only to find the reflection of Ganondorf coming at her, blade in hand.
With a flash she swung out her sword tipped tree spear to block the opening blow, and then emptied auto pistol rounds into the reflection as their blades clashed again and again, only for nothing to harm the reflection, because, of course, damage was off. It took her adrenaline spiked mind far too long to realize this was why she was making zero progress. To the point that when time ran out she’d still be trading parries blows with the phantom.
”That guy’s her biggest enemy? Thought he was Link’s nemesis” Bowser grunted, unsure if that was useful info or just funny, while Jr noted that ”Did you see her face? She was really spooked by him showing up. Like really spooked” not quite able to interpret the look Midna had had on her face when her death flashed before her eyes, as much because half of it was covered in mask as because of his youth.
”Well it got her off our case, so time to make up for lost time! We can still win this thing!” Bowser declared, even as his timer ticked perilously close to out of time thanks to Midna’s sabotage and the mixed blessing of his mega sized vehicle.
and the twilight princess wordcount: 1,342 (but interspersed so +1 for all) (+1 rapport for Kamek and Rika) Bowser: Level 14 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (217/140) (+1 bonus pending) Bowser Jr: Level 14 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (100/140) (+1 bonus pending) Kamek: Level 13 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (93/130) (+1 bonus pending) Rika: Level 9 EXP: /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////(112/90) (+1 bonus pending) Midna: level 10 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (38/110) (+1 bonus pending) Location: Carnival town: Ballyhoo’s Big Top
Central hub: Smash City Alcamoth Accessible locations: Peach’s castle Limsa Lominscuttle Town Lumbridge Twilight Town Kosm’s Beach
”What? Third! We were robbed!” Jr complained, arms thrown up in outrage before kicking his heel and grumbling ”Stupid stream sniper. Stupid people on the internet who don’t know art when they see it”
Midna, second time third placer, meanwhile was of the opposition that it was a respectable position, and at the very least glad she’d gotten a return on her investment on the silly sound amplifying stick. Shame she didn’t get to keep it, it had been amusing, but she supposed it was as fake as the monsters.
The rest of the troop collectively agreed to keep their non finishing position under wraps, thankful that there apparently wasn’t going to be any kind of joint viewing of the recordings. That would have taken a while anyway, and instead it was right into the next minigame.
Rika was not exactly hopeful this one would be any good either despite its spouted popularity, the totally out of her depth ship girl only kept from going full grump by shoveling confectionery into her mouth in between rounds.
True to her expectations, things did not, it had to be said, start well. Dumped into a taxi cab that was fit for her body, yes, but not to her oversized mechanical hands. Those made trying to open and read the manual rather tricky, and using the key to start the car straight up impossible, forcing her to waste valuable time while she disarmed her right hand so that she could actually use all the machine.
Still, once that was done, she had a fairly easy time turning the ignition and fiddling around with the stick a bit before she slammed the gas pedal to the floor and launched herself into oncoming traffic.
”ohhhh nonononono” she stammered in a panic as hand large and small gripped the wheel, spinning it too and fro to swerve widely around the incoming cars, before veering down a one way road the wrong way. Faced with an oncoming collision with a bus of all things, a panicking Rika let go of the wheel with her gauntlet, reeled it back, and then let it fly.
A moment later she came vaultbreaker blasting out of the other end of the one way street, drifting sideways, bus having been knocked sky high, and skidded to a halt in a conveniently open parking space.
”I, ok, phew. That was actually kinda fun” she said to herself. Unfortunately she now had to get out of the parking space, which saw a far more well versed in this Jr blasting past her frustrated attempts at an improvised 3 point turn.
”Hi sis!” he called out, waving his paintbrush at her as he snuck in and stole the customer she’d been intending to take after unparking, before putting the brush back to the road, calling ”bye sis” and going tire squealing off towards the dropoff point. As he drove, the brush he was tapping to the ground left a gradually building criss-cross of goopy trails across the street, marking where he had been, making a big ol mess of everything, and also presenting a hazard to anyone who was unfortunate enough to cross his path.
Or worse, end up on the same one as him, as Midna found out when finding herself going along the half nelson highway in the same direction as him, and as soon as the slime slicker realized this, he started veering back and forth to paint the road in her way.
”Junior what the heck!” she yelled at him as she tried and failed to avoid his slicking ways. Indeed the attempts to do so making things worse as, as it turns out, turning on a slippery surface is not a good time, causing her to promptly spin out with an a ”ahhhh!”
”You’re just lucky there’s no item boxes, or you’d all be doomed!” the prince called back, and then a moment later he and his dinky little taxi were gone.
”How old even is that child” the princess complained as she, rather than bother with trying to reverse properly, just reached out her shadow hand and shoved herself back from the highway’s central barrier.
She was just about on track to get going again when there came a rumbling and a call of ”Make way for the Koopa King!” giving her just enough time to glance down the road, curse with ”Oh for the goddess’s love” before being rammed out of the way by the titanic taxi that was Bowser’s ride. It had, after all, scaled up to him and boy did that make it big.
Maybe a bit too big, as the king found as he tried to take the tight looping slip-road down off the highway, and promptly started scraping both front and back of his car against its outer edges, and the opposite center against the inner wall. Then he had to duck under the highway, horns and shell spikes grinding against its underside.
”Yeah yeah quit whining we’ll get there when we get there” he growled at his passenger who he then had to try and squeeze up the thin windy roads of trophy heights.
The way he inevitably lost a wheel off the side, and had to get out and haul it back onto the road got an ”oh dear” with a silent ‘not my problem fortunately’ from Kamek as he drove on by. Had this been a few years back, the mage would have been a bit out of his depth as much as some of the others, but as things stood, he’d recently joined in on the royal’s number one form of interkingdom friendly competition, and so actually had some Kart racing under his belt.
As befitting his age, the mage was taking a slower and steadier pace to winning this race, peddle maxing out at about 2/3s to the metal, eyes peeled for other vehicles as he made careful turns and sensible crossings. He was also, unlike the other two Koopas, actually trying to make a mental map of the city rather than just blazing blindly in his destination’s general direction.
This general increase in awareness meant it was hard to miss how Rika was struggling when he happened to end up on the same road as her. Well, to be fair, the way she was reversing across it to turn herself around and try and actually deliver her first customer when many were on their second, third, or more, was rather hard to miss.
”How are you faring, young mistress?” he called over, more to check her mental mood than her, well, point’s scoring position.
”It’s kinda fun when I get going, but stuff keeps hitting me or I hit other stuff and then the fun stops” she replied evenly, even as she slammed the pedal to the metal and rammed into the opposite building rather than manage to turn out into the road again. ”Plus that timer going down and down is really annoying” she complained as she shifted into reverse, clearly feeling the pressure of the time limit.
”I know it being a race means you feel like you need to go as fast as you can, but performing smoothly and safely has its own speed. Doing something right the first time is better than doing it twice fast” The mage lectured as Rika bumped into a van while reversing, prompting her to retort ”But if can’t do it right, then fast is all I have”
”Well then, here, let me see if I can give you a pointer or two so you can” Kamek replied, pulling up beside the frustrated girl, pulling himself out of his car and popping onto her lap
”But what about yours?”
”Don’t worry about that now, I’d rather pass down a skill than just use it for my own benefit” the mage replied, waving her concern off, before saying ”Now then, let’s see if we can give you a driving lesson or two, shall we?”
The ship girl furrowed her brow in thought for a moment, before nodding her head and smiling happily, thinking maybe this game would live up to its supposed popularity after all.
By the time Rayne had run down the timer on her machine gun powerup, and tossed a few other spells out for good measure, the battle was over. Or extermination really, given that the blobs had been more a threat to the people they were protecting than to the outsiders themselves.
Really the only casualties had been the terrain around the village which looked like the warzone it had been. Though at least in Rayne’s case, the damage done by the woman who had been the cusp of becoming her worlds new Gaia seemed to be regenerating at a remarkable rate, fresh shoots already poking out of the ground.
At least Rayne hoped the damage to the land was the only casualty as she floated over to the village’s defenders and heard Remilia asking about the wounded. She was fairly sure she hadn’t seen any of the oozes get close, but you never knew. Plus she had been a touch blinded by her own explosivity for a bit there.
Still, Remilia would surely have things in hand if there were, and so she focused on checking in as to what in the world they had just run into.
“Hello, I’m Rayne, and I’m happy we could help” she said as a quick introduction, before asking “but what was that? The caravaners we were riding with said they’d never seen anything like them, and I certainly haven't either”
you really have captured the magic of Orks i must say
eyyy thanks.. certainly been fun to write em so far, hopefully i can keep it up without being frustrating for the folks writing the professional under stress types once they get to interacting face to face
“Dat’s it. Dat’s it. Come on ya gits!” Kaptin Bluddflagg bellowed as the replicator fighters got closer, closer, and then broke into a “Waaaaaargh!” as they got into actual firing range. The already thunderous sound of the ship’s guns echoing through its hull went into overdrive as orks and gretching squeezed or hammered triggers harder, which against all logic did actually increase the fire rate/power of their turrets, at last where it didn’t cause critical overloads, overheats, or ammo detonations.
Shells, bullets, bolts, dumbfire rockets and even the odd laser flew fourth into the void, most of them going wide, but a few actually managed to scratch the fighters. But only scratched, lightly softening up but not actually taking out any of the foes. Those things were tough as they were fast, it seemed, which would have made this way more of a fight than their size would have indicated.
Would being the key word there, as rather than engage, the fighters that had gotten close enough to actually take orkish fire simply continued onwards towards their original targets, either disinterested in, or perhaps even incapable of, changing targets.
The cry of “Waaargh” that had been going on since the start of the brief engagement window property pestered out into a bewildered “whaaaaaat?” as the orks became very confused at being ignored. Being denied a good fight was bound to cause an upset in the boys, so their Kaptin was quick to get ahead of their bellyaching by bellowing “Dy ain’t getting away from a stomping dat easy” as he turned the ship around so they could go after the fighters.
It was a rather slow turn unfortunately, as orkish ships were not known for their turning circles, which gave the kaptin a little bit of time to survey the space around the planet they’d been dumped besides, one hand on the wheel, the other scanning the skies with his spyglass.
There certainly seemed to be a diverse array of ships out there currently about to come under attack, but one that stood out was the one surrounding itself in a bright cream energy shield. Given that he’d just been told theirs would not work, that was rather confounding, but given that he trusted his first mate’s word, that could only mean that “day got non warppy shield stuff”
Something they very much needed to loot, in the captain’s mind. Speaking of looting, that same ship seemed to have sent a number of tiny ships towards a debris field of sorts, one filled with a fair number of small (in the orks mind anyway) ships.
“Hmmf, if dey fink dey is gonna get all da loots, day got another ting commmin” he grunted, mostly to himself. He certainly wouldn't be having none of that, because if there was one thing freebootas liked more than scrapping it was plundering
“Alright lads, we’z gonna take a wee bit of a detour to get some lootin in while we scrapping” he announced as he halted his turn after the fighters a tad early and angled them so they’d pass by the debris field on the way to the shielded ship. Then he flicked open a large hatch on his steering wheel, exposing an equally large red button, and without hesitation, slammed a fist into it. Doing so prompted a massive warhorn to go off, prompting raucous cries of delight down in the engine room as barrels of nitro were hoisted up and poured into ports on the engines, causing the incoherent array of them out the back of the ship to burn blue as the ship blazed forwards, accompanied by chants of “ere we go! ere we go! ere we go!”
As it raced towards the debris field more orders came barkin down from on high, prompting a number of ork lootaboy, a pair of flash gits, and a single mekboy to herd a whole pile of tool belt wearing gretchin into strange contraptions, before promptly sealing both themselves and the gretchin inside. A few seconds after that the ship got as close to the debris field as it was going to get, at which point there came the command of “fire!” from the Kaptain, and the ship promptly launched a volley of torpedoes at the already disabled vessels.
Naturally, these torpedoes contained not explosive , or not many anyway, but instead those same orks and gretchin who when roaring/screaming through space before slamming into the side of one of the vindicator class ships, into which the greenskins flooded. Well, except for one unfortunate lot who’s boarding torpedo sailed onwards into the void thanks to the wonders of orkish accuracy.
Those that made it were there to loot and plunder, and specifically there to figure out what was worth stealing wholesale by the time Da Eskape Plan wheeled back around to pick them up. Said ship would not be stopping to loot while there was fighting going on, and it instead continued onwards, its captain smoothly sending it to go careening towards where the Kuun-lan and the trio of fighters headed for it were about to clash, intending to do a rather close flyby, guns blazing, of that battle.
With any luck for the orks, they’d arrive in time to get some scrapping in.
With any luck for the Kuun-lan, said scrapping would not involve too many friendly fire incidents from the accuracy impaired orks.
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