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Used to be User Pacran. - GM of Charm Harbor Heroes, 10 years of at the table DM experience with one 4 year long campaign.

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The shoppers flooded to Nak's display as he had intended. Soon he couldn't see her through the throng, and she was to busy to see him. She's fine, the old broad can hold her own. TC heard another dog billowing barks at Skank, who was tied up outsid the market. A gnome slightly taller then TC pulled and yanked the dog away from her. Get a hold of your Mutt, toots. Don't want no Mutt mounting my mount. He watched her gain control of the dog and work her way to Nak. This gnome seemed well traveled, and possibly shady. TC didn't buy the "I'm cute and innocent cuz I'm small" act, in fact he looked down on it. Show some dignity.

Just then TC caught a whiff of something. A smell on the verge of memory. It brought up visions of The Greedfather, or the quasits that sometime delivered his missives. Something infernal was in the marketplace. If it was the Greedfather or here on his behalf, it would have reached out or signaled TC by now. TC eyed the crowd quickly, but nothing came of it. A demon wouldn't be walking around in his doomsday best, it would look like anyone. The Gnome, the dog, the rich woman, anyone. Something wasn't right.

TC got up and walked over to the oracles cart. If the group was indeed being followed or intercepted by something infernal, he would want Fionn to back him up and, churning up from his deeply buried soft side, Scarlett to be safe. TC looked back from the crowd to the cart as the door closed, he had caught the glimpse of a woman entering. TC turned his back to the wagon and leaned against the wheel. He rapped his knuckles on the wagon and shouted to its occupants, " Ey Cap, we getting this trip rolling this century or are the girls still getting their dainty palms read. Fuck the lottery numbers, we gots bigga fish to catch. And my nose is itching something fierce out here."

@Corporal Lance@Silvan Haven@CoyoteLovely@JaceBeleren@Lyla
Colin worked his way to the cockpit and found the freighter still all blinking lights and purring controls. He slapped his SHIPBUDDI into the dock on the console. As he waited for it and the ship to sync, he prepped the thrusters for takeoff. This ship wasn't much unlike the personnel frigates he has worked on while in the refugee camp on Wiklow. Colin thought he may need to get into the wiring of the console to disable any restraints the previous owners may have left in place. For that, he needed tools, tools like the rag tag collection he would have to leave under the overpass. Colin was sure there was some hidden away on this ship, " Hound. Fetch tools.", he called out as Hound bounded back through the ship to find any kit that smelled of galvanized metal and axle grease.

Once the SHIPBUDDI had synced and flight aid icons appeared on screen, Colin was ready to take off. He grabbed the ship's intercom, " Alright lads and lasses, if your not in the ship now then give these buggers our farewells." There wasn't time for Colin to do a headcount, the heat was on and they needed to get out of here before one of the warring sides outside decided they wanted the freighter. He closed his eyes and pulled the lever to raise the rear hold doors. "Hold on to your butts." Colin yelled into the intercom as he flicked of the idle mode and pulled the freighter back out of the hole the ship had rended through the building. Sheet metal screamed as it scratched along the hull, but Colin wasn't worried about the paint job. A quick shift in direction and Colin pulled the ship forward and up, climbing away from the chaos below. He would get them past the atmosphere before they decided on their next destination.

Colin looked into the ships monitors, showing the different compartments of the ship to see who had made it aboard and where Hound was with the tools. He was glad to see that SIGINT, Giggles and the girl who had blown the bridge control had made it aboard. That's when a pin prick of light appeared behind her. Then she shuddered, blood bubbled up past her lips, she hit the deck. "Saints Perserve Us! Fuck fuck fuck!" he thought they were in the clear, he thought they were safe. He pushed the ship harder in case that was the first shot. He slammed open the intercom " Somebody get some sealant on that hole before we lose cabin pressure! Fuck, what happened back there!"
Several times Colin and Hound were almost bounced out of the back of the car. He clung to the durable stain proof interior with all his might, praying that the gunfire would stop. For a brief moment it did as all the combatants witnessed a frigate pass by over head. She was unmarked, and crashing through a biosynth warehouse. As the convoy rolled on Diana and Marco directed their traffic toward the frigate. Colin could see the crew of the frigate setting up positions and firing on the mercs and police that were following them. Colin yelled, " Thermo-Fucking-Dynamics, lets take the heat off us by putting it on them." With luck, the team could put these 3 forces against each other while they slipped away in the frigate.

Thrilled with his shot at finally getting on a ship, Colin almost didn't see the chunks of metal that flew past him as the car rammed through the warehouse doors. He tried to duck under the cars roof but the rough terrain finally bucked him loose. As the car screeched to a halt inside the warehouse, Colin bounced and rolled along the hard concrete floor. For a moment he laid groaning, wind knocked from his lungs, dizzy and disoriented from his turbulent roll. The bitter taste of copper filling his mouth. Without hesitation, Hound was out of the trunk and at his side. Titanium teeth gripped the back of Colin's jacket, as Hound dragged him back to the cover of the bullet riddled vehicle. Once there, Hound gave a quick sniff over for blood. Colin shooed him away " I'm fine, I'm fine, quit your doting. That's a good lad Hound. Now go." Hound took off at top speed, running all over the warehouse looking for threats.

"...I don't suppose any of us is a pilot?"

Coughing, Colin pulled himself up onto the car door. He wiped blood from his mouth and eyed the frigate. She was unmarked, no allegiance to any corp or faction. The door to the hold was wide open as squat lifter bots unloaded the ships, no doubt, illegal cargo. The ships engine still purred as it idled a foot or so off the ground, dust and loose papers swirled under her thrusters. " Aye, She's taking some damage but I can get us out of here no problem. Just get your arses in there and buckled in."

Fire was exchanged as the crew made their way to the frigate. With bruised ribs Colin lurched to the trunk to grab his rucksack and what few tools he had on him. Sparks singed his whiskers as a stray shot bounced off the vehicle. Like a deer and headlights, Colin turned to one of the smugglers as he ran down a staircase, handgun drawn on Colin. He was yelling something in a broken combination of English and Trystian. Colin saw Hound rounding the corner of the vehicle, coming back from strafing the bots. Colin turned full on the smuggler, " Watch, were your aiming that bloody thing you wank ass gobshite." He just had to hold the mans attention so he wouldn't notices Hounds silent charge. The man pulled the trigger as Hound's titanium teeth tore threw his outstretched forearm, pushing the shot wide. Colin heard every last bit of the bullet as it whizzed past his head. Smuggler and dog tumbled to the floor, Hound still firmly clamped on his his forearm. More shots rang out as Hound, ripped and shredded his gun arm. Colin ran in and brought the Forced Entry tool to bear, sledge-wise upside the prone mans head. He now lay still, save for Hounds continued thrashing." Release." barked Colin and Hound relented, looking up with a happy bloody maw. " You're a mess sweet boyo. Come on lets get you cleaned up. To ship."

Together they crouch-ran to the ship, following the others. Working their way through the hold to the controls.
@Silvan Haven @Lyla @CoyoteLovely @Lmpkio @t2wave@LokiLeo789 @Hekazu

TC pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. Fucking Amateurs, let her offer the first bid, then counter just a bit higher. Everything is worth what someone will pay for it. TC opened one eye and looked back, abruptly poking his thumb at the sky. This broad was defending her pride and station with her coin purse, let her leave it all on the battlefield.

TC leaned back to watch Nak close this sale. He would peek at the Oracle's cart now and then waiting for Fionn and the girls to emerge.
They found themselves in a valley of concrete and burning steel. What once was a measure to stop SIGNET's retreat was now another lane for the mercs to mow them down. Yet, now due to to a blur of blue hair and a lithe female form, Colin was never happier to see his work undone. The bridge quickly and violently inclined, creating the first barrier. The second, Colin was happy to see, was created by Marco. The APC's that were stampeding their way now lay in a mangled heap. Great as temporary barriers go, it wouldn't be long before the the mercs found their way around.

Colin whirled around when a roaring engine slid into their small convergence. He was ready to raise the Rilke, till he saw who was driving. It was the silver woman who had gotten the drop on the Sykrott, who had saved him and Hound from whatever that monster had planned. Once again this woman had saved his life. Colin slammed both his hands on the hood of the car, his face wide-eyed at the regal captain's three " You beautiful silver goddess! Thank the Saints for your timely arrivals!" Colin would pour more of due compliments on her later.Now he needed to take stock of their fleet.

Marco was helping SIGNET and her new toy that Hound caught her into the back of The Silver Goddesses commandeered car. Leaving room for Marco and one other. The hoverbike was piloted by another newcomer, a brooding pretty boy. Though they somehow managed to arrive here with three passengers, Colin had modded plenty of those bikes before and was sure that kind of weight would wear down the bikes thrusters, and he wasn't sure how far they would need to go safety. With the record store employee taking another passenger, it would still require room for himself and Hound. " I hope you have a big trunk, " Colin said as he went to the back of the car pulling his forced entry tool out of his rucksack, " cuz I'm gonna put my dog in it."

Colin slammed the crowbar portion into the trunk like a pro golfer and wrenched the hood open, with quick adjustments he had stripped the car of it's trunk hood. Colin and Hound quickly jumped inside like farm hands in a pickup bed and slapped the back window, " Let's get this bloody convoy rolling, before more of our friends arrive." Like summoning the devil a flock of drones rose above the raised bridge wall, more poured in from above the surrounding buildings. Colin wrapped his arms around Hound shielding him from the impending gunfire.

One by one the drones fell, the life sucked right out of them. Colin looked through the back window to see SIGNET cradling Hound's kill. She had found a way into their closed network. The whirling birds fell from the sky like hail, splashing into the water and splashing into small explosions.

It was strangely beautiful.

The world began to pop and fragment around them. Colin thought he had stabilized the situation, but a new crack in this day sprung a new chaotic leak. Like some kind of deranged jig, Colin flinched and jumped when the bullets rained onto the bridge. Eventually he gained enough composure to run over and lend a hand to the girl that got them in this mess. He was sure she was going to be a bleeding mess, but it seemed her armor bore the brunt of the ammunition. Colin looked at her bodysuit, then Giggles armor as he blind-fired over the retaining wall, realizing how naked he was in this situation.

As he helped the girl up, another drone came in low along the cracked painted divider line. Bullets peppered a path before it. Right before the rounds reached Colin's fleeing heels, the drone was snatched out of the air by Hound like a low flying waterfowl. Titanium teeth shredded the armor and stilled the blades, a violent thrashing of his head shook it apart. Hound unceremoniously cast the shattered drone aside, its rended corpse landing by SIGNET's feet. Snarling he paced the bridge looking for his next target.

Colin finally drew his Rilke for the first time, the stubby pistol looking so miniscule next to Giggle's SMG. He offired his other hand to SIGNET before making a beating hasty retreat, " Come on, we cant be caught out in the wide fucking open! Lets get cover in these buildings!"

Colin attempted to lead everyone back to where deserted and boarded up buildings were beside the bridge. Behind him the hum of incoming drones. Before him he could hear more gunfire and the screeching of tires.
Awww i wanted to drive,... Hound loves car rides, but i agree. Grab the rest of the crew at the bar while we hold our own, or text me a place we can meet up. Colin could even hotwire a ride if we get near one. Just suggestions.
The bridges motor sprung to life, called by the girls mental commands. However, Colin's gremlin tinkering worked like a charm. Tested, folded, tampered steel rolled into the cogs, like teeth on rocks, the motor choked out.

Colin scratched Hound's ears, " See that, good work boy. Strange breaking stuff when we so used to fixing em.". Colin's SHIPBUDDI let out a cheery Oi Oi Oi notification and he frantically clawed at his pockets to silence it. It was a message from Marco,

"Get away from the Five-0 okay? What's with the babe on the screens?"

"Well that's some bloody obvious advice." Colin murmured to himself before typing back in a blur, "5-0 not te issue, mercs, giglz in a stndoff wit scrnbabe, drwbrdge west of shop, culd use a lift *wide grin emoji*" SEND.

Colin pocketed his SHIPBUDDI as Hound sniffed the air, his ears perking up at something near by. Colin didn't notice, he was more concerned that his Brit-Punk notification tone had revealed their location under the bridge. Well now that the girl's escape trick was ruined, he thought he would attempt to calm the two divas top-side, before they drew claws. He clicked his tongue for Hound to follow and climbed the embankment to the top railing behind Giggles. Once they both had eyes on her he spoke quietly to Hound, pointing at the still drying girl, " Hound lock target, Heel, Hold." Then he raised his voice for the girl to hear," Hi lass, I must apologize for ruining your escape plan, and Giggles unabashed need to back sass. Me names Colin, this me faithful friend Hound. See, we would love to know what happened with the lads downstairs, and how they came to be so... you know...dead. We are not the coppers clearly, more concerned passerbys with a lack of love for corporate stooges. What say you join us on our side o'da bridge and we get as far away as we can from the decomposing boyyos." Colin continued to walk towards her, past Giggles, to stop and straddle the barely raised bridge. Hound stood beside him, head lowered, tail swaying back and forth, panting, with his glistening silver teeth on display.
Colin smiled and rubbed his shoulder, " Aye, Thanks, We hope to be."

Somewhere off in the distance an explosion shook the air. Hound couldn't help but let out a lone angry bark. This place was starting to look more and more like Wiklow.

Giggles pointed out the chain motor with one gesture, and where he had located the smug lass with the next. She was connected to these bodies for sure, and had enough guts or stupidity in good measure to return to the scene of the massacre and plaster her face halfway across Frixion. She was standing on the top side of the bridge directly across from them. If they were to make contact with her on the bridge, the drawbridge would have to be disabled. Not a problem. Colin looked back at the merc bodies and Hound's eyes followed his," Hound. Fetch carabiners." Together Hound and Colin collected all the carabiners off of the dead mercs. Their gear held a few each, either for weapon carrying, repelling, or what other nefarious needs they had. Colin took the hand full of strength tested clips and crept over to the chain and motor. He clipped all of the carabiners in clusters on the chain. As the chain was fed through the winch, the clusters of steel would gum up the works and burn out the motor.Colin caked some mud from the canal in the motor as well to assist in the burn out process. With his tools Colin could have torn apart the whole motor in a matter of seconds, but sometimes you have to work with what you got.

Before Colin had finished, Giggles attempted to speak with the girl. Colin wasn't sure if she would run or seek their aid. If it was the former, at least the drawbridge wouldn't separate them. Colin eventually hustled back to Giggle's side with Hound in tow. The masked figure was putting on a pose and attitude that was the most feminine he had seen since they met, throwing confusion about Giggles gender into Colin's mind again. Either way, they would be brother's or sister's in arms if this went south, it didn't much matter to Colin or Hound.
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