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For all of her bravado and cutting remarks, Andrea respected Ansgar as a mechanic. As asinine as he could be, he knew what he was talking about and wasn't prone to crying wolf. Which was why she cut back on the throttle as soon as his yelled warning came through the comms. The ship shuddered to a stop a half second before an explosion rocked it. She clung to her chair as the Lux shuddered and groaned under the impact of the explosion, and hoped that this wasn't the straw that would break the camels back and kill the ship for good. As everything calmed down and they were all still alive, she turned her attention to checking the rest of the ship's systems and her thoughts turned to what could have caused such an explosion. Andrea's first instinct was sabotage. Ansgar would've already said he was fixing it if something critical had given out in the Lux (something that had happened more times than Andrea would like to admit).

Andrea was finishing quickly checking over the ship's systems as Teg made her way out of the area. The pilot gave the mercenary a half-distracted wave just to indicate that she had be, mostly, listening. Andrea breathed a sigh of relief as she saw that none of the other essential parts of the ship had given out under the stress of the explosion and leaned back in her seat, looking over her collection of figurines to make sure that they hadn't been knocked loose, or worse, stolen by that damned cat again when she wasn't looking.

Reassured that her prized figurines were still in place, she leaned forward and activated the comms for the entire ship. She didn't know where Ansgar was and also needed to make a general check of hands anyways. "Everyone still in one piece? Groan in agony if you're dying. Ansgar, what the fuck happened down there, and how soon can we get back up and running? I don't wanna try to fly all the way to Glao space with only half an engine to putt us along." She was already getting nervous as it was. Damaged ships like this were prime targets for piracy, and she didn't fancy their chances if the wrong types of people happened to fly by.

Leaning back she rubbed the coin on her necklace again, muttering to herself, "Never should've taken on that Judge. He's a fucking curse."

Posted! Hugon has arrived and we're ready to leave this cursed place immediately rock and roll!
Hugon


Hugon watched the carriage make its slow way through the crowds and the bleak city. The paladin was out of his plate armor, dressed in light furs to combat a chill he could not seem to shake, and armed with a dagger at his side. There was a symbol of the maker hung around his neck that he idly played with, partly out of habit and partly out of reassurance. He had arrived a few days earlier, exploring the town a little before making his way to the manor. It was a dark place. Hope was nowhere to be seen, faith in the Lochbornes was gone, and faith in the Maker was all but faded completely. The people were beaten down by the evil that had crept into the land, the air, the water, the very soul of Malacast itself. They felt, no , they knew that there was nothing to be done about the curse and that anyone summoned by Lord Lochborne would just be driven mad or cut down like all the others before had been.

Hugon had done what he could to ease the suffering, but there was only so much one man could do against such darkness, especially a man such as Hugon. His talents had never laid in healing or aiding those harmed by magic, but in cutting down the creatures and villains who had harmed them. The paladin's thoughts turned to the Hanged Man, and he felt a damnable, irrepressible, shiver go down his spine. He had only seen the cursed cadaver from a great distance, swaying gently from his tree on the hill, but he had been certain that the monster was looking right at him, cutting through his armor and demeanor to leer directly at Hugon's soul.

The paladin had made sure to avoid looking at the cursed creature ever since.

He looked on impassively as the crowd was ruthlessly dispersed by the guards. Fear lead to madness, and madness had to be repressed at any cost, or all would be lost. Hugon turned from the window and made his way back farther into the house to prepare for the meeting with Lord Lochborne and the rest. Hugon had not been told anything by Lochborne since he had arrived at the cursed city, simply told that he would be told more when the rest of the Lochborne family's friends arrived. That time had arrived, and despite a feeling of relief at finally being able to begin taking action against the curse that hung so heavily over Malacast, Hugon felt a growing sense of dread at what was to come.

The dining room only made the feeling worse. The symbols of the Maker, usually symbols that brought comfort, seemed to bring the hint of hysteria and despair by the sheer amount present in the room. To say nothing of how the books seemed to watch his every move with a disturbingly predatory gaze. Hugon entered the dining room right as the last of their number finished introducing himself, a young man covered in grime and dirt from the road with a heavy gaze and a scarred visage. The man seemed ready to leap out of his chair at any moment. At least he kept his gear well maintained and clean. That, Hugon supposed, was a small blessing. The other warrior of the group was a dwarf, one of the few Hugon had seen in his travels. A friendly face covered in wrinkles and a large white beard, with a stout frame and scarred face. Hugon hoped that the dwarf's age meant he was someone to be relied on when they undertook this cursed quest, for the Paladin didn't see things in the others that he trusted.

The other two were less reassuring. One was a human woman, with strange facial tattoos and jewelry on her clothing. Her clothes were at least practical, but something about her made Hugon's skin crawl. She looked like someone who had delved where she shouldn't, and that was someone to be wary of. The other was an elf, whose face and skin was as gnarled as the dwarf's was. Dressed in tattered clothes with a seemingly endless number of pouches and pockets, she seemed kind. What was more concerning was the bandages that could be seen, peaking out of her torn gloves.

Strange company the Lochborne family keeps.

"I am Hugon. I arrived here a few days ago at the same request of Lord Lochborne's as you all. He has told me nothing more than what he has told you all, I'm afraid, so we will simply have to wait for him to return."
https://youtu.be/sAn7baRbhx4

Hugon meeting the rest of the group be like


OKAY. That took entirely too long and it isn't my best work, but I've got the CS up and ready for review @Lauder
How are your characters coming along? Haven’t seen you two post much, just want to be sure y’all are still cracking at it!


Puttin along! The Fourth and some RL things derailed by plans of posting it, but I should be able to post the CS tonight or tomorrow.
I'm interested, as you know, but your discord link has expired
Interested!
Kopris opened his mouth to retort when the notification went across his omni-tool that he had been muted. He shook his head in minor disbelief. The Quarian's pettiness was blindingly stupid. "Sure, mute the only person here who is even remotely qualified to keep you alive when you get shot in this shithole. Makes perfect sense." The next few minutes were relatively quiet, without much of interest. The maintenance crew had scribbled graffiti and conversations along the wall, but none of it was anything helpful, like how many turns they had until they got out of the sewers. Kopris took the time to activate his visor, the Sirta Foundation scanner taking diagnostics of everyone as he turned to look at them and linking with their suits. Everyone's readouts were normal, and put to the side of his visor to be quietly tracked. If something major happened to any of them, physically, he'd know it almost immediately.

Kopris readied his Punisher as lights appeared and the order to slow down came from Koyla. It would appear that they weren't the only ones in the sewers. Not surprising, given their mark and the body they had found, but he had hoped at least that whoever had done it would be up causing chaos in the compound for them, rather than waiting for them in the sewers.

Kopris let out a quiet curse as the information that they weren't only facing a rival mercenary gang, they were facing a group of Eclipse soldiers. Cause of course one of the biggest three mercenary groups would be going after Sarsi as well, and of course they'd be in the way of the team. He was getting ready to head back out of the sewers, after all the bounty on Sarsi's head wasn't worth fighting through Eclipse with a bunch of people he'd only just met, when he read the rest of the message. A deep, frustrated, sigh escaped Korpis. They definitely had time to retreat. They could call in the Achilles and get the fuck off of the planet before the Eclipse even knew they were there. But no, the idiot boy of a captain had to cling to the Alliance's suicide idolization, and charge into a group of better trained, better equipped, more experienced, and better at working together mercs with this shoddy crew.

Blue biotic energy began to glow from Kopris' entire body as he readied himself to go support Koyla and his stupid charge. Various squad member's pulses began to increase, either from excitement or fear, as adrenaline began to hit them. Kopris had been in too many situations like this too get more than annoyed at Koyla's actions, as a blue biotic barrier began protjecting itself form his left forearm. He waited a heartbeat, letting Hann do the hacking she had so desperately wanted, and then raced forward with a burst of biotically enhanced speed. He couldn't travel as near instantaneously as Koyla could with his charge, but he closed the distance rapidly. His biotic shield raised, catching those shots that were properly aimed at him, and he hit decent cover behind a stack of supply crates in short order.

His shield turned into a lash of biotic energy and he threw it at the Eclipse member aiming at the recently turned sentry turret. The mercenary yelled in alarm as the lash wrapped itself around his leg and he was yanked towards Kopris. He slid across the ground, gun slipping from his hands, and was met with a blast of ballistic blades from Kopris' right omni-tool. His yelling was silenced as the fired omni-blades found purchase in his skull, and Kopris let the body slide past him as he began returning fire on the other Eclipse members, ducking down with a curse as a hail of bullets smacked against his shields.
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