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Gibraltar & Lethal@lovely complex
Day 3, Evening

The events the presented themselves before Gibraltar were absolutely ludicrous, he knew the Hellspawn was a little dense, but he seemed to be making false claims against one who did not deserve them. The Orc was tempted to pacify the Hellspawn before anything got out of hand, but he knew how Calder fought, the other Knight Captain would be fine; and he wasn’t wrong. Calder handled his threat well, but revealing the information he did and the way the young woman reacted in kind, it didn’t seem like information that was meant to be shared.

Without warning the gates of hell seemed to open up, energy readings spiked across his Heads Up Display, soon followed by a flood of dots across his motion tracker originating from one point; and they were headed this way. With lightning fast reflexes his left hand reached down for his side arm, just as a hatch released the weapon from his left thigh. His arm flung upward and pointed straight ahead just as an aberrant abomination came charging forward. He takes aim, cybernetics auto-targeting, painting the target with an invisible laser. A click of the lever, a pull of the trigger, the bullet launched itself forward flying by his allies and straight into his target’s body. The bullet, upon contact, then exploded like a little shell, tearing a hole and flinging shredding shrapnel throughout the creature’s body; it was dead before hitting the ground. A second shot, a third, a fourth, he shot until the revolver was empty and an automated system in his arm reloaded the gun for him. He unsheathed his blade, electricity beginning to course through the antiquated weapon.

Was this unfortunate circumstances or pleasant? The sober mechanic lurked in the shadows observing everyone breaking into positions and getting ready to defend the fort. Luckily, Lethal had given her dress jacket to Bunny earlier and her current outfit was far more fitting for a blood show. In a fairly decent sized pant’s pocket, she pulled out her 1.1. FORESITE Goggles. Taking her time, with no creature or human noticing her in the corner, she placed them on her head, covering her single red eye, and pressed a minuscule silver button on the side. In the corner of her lenses, she saw exactly what her cyborg was seeing, while everywhere else examined the field around her. 

Muttering to herself, she sent a voice message to Gibraltar, “Mic mode. Send message.” 

Mic mode operating…

“Five minutes.” That was all she needed to say. The goggles sent her voice wavelengths to her cyborg and the mic icon disappeared from the right corner of her goggles. The most important settings that she needed were the field ocular reader, Gibraltar’s window, and her strategic intel analysis system. Immediately after the message was sent, she lifted the left side of her pants up to reveal her father’s dagger strapped on her leg. The mechanic preferred her alloy gun but at the moment it was stored inside her companion, so until they met at the center of the banquet… the bloodthirsty dagger would do. Twirling Ravager in her hand, the ominous woman finally leapt out of the shadows, lifted off of a chair, and jumped onto an aberration. The foe did not expect a pale woman to place herself on it’s shoulder and wrap her legs tightly around it’s neck like an anaconda snake. Without remorse, she savagely brought her magical knife straight into the eye socket of the creature, piercing deep into it’s head, and followed her attack with breaking it’s neck using her leg clutch. The creature crashed into the ground as she hurdled off the body and onto a clothed table. Around Lethal’s waist rested three grenades, waiting, waiting to be used. Sadly, Shard would be upset if she ended the night with casualties. Just like the evil they were up against, when the Cambion killed, she too became a ‘mindless’ drone. 

Gibraltar’s eyes immediately fell upon his charge, Bunny, now nearby a rather young woman, though from Archive’s database, she was a Knight. ”Knight Rini, protect the Paladin, she is far too inebriated to fight, that’s an order! I’m going to find Lethal and bring in support!” WIth that he turned and began running through the others, Lethal had already connected him together with her foresight and relayed a simple message, good so it was on its way. The Time Berserker, via orbital drop, the two had prepared for it in the event of 'dire circumstances', and Shard having transformed into a dragon meant the situation was indeed dire. They had reduced the fall speed by 56.23%, enough to rock the boat, enough to crush most anything underneath its fall trajectory, but not enough to sink the ship.

The cyborg holstered his gun and held the blade in two hands, rushing towards the oncoming horde. His blade cleaved through a swath of them, electricity sputtering from their searing halves as skin and ichor and something else melted itself together. He bashed into one of the creatures with his shoulder, the whole while charging his blade with a potent amount of lightning. With a great swing, the blade arced a sickle of electrical energy, slicing through the horde of drones like butter. His locater told him where Lethal was, and it wasn’t long before he found her, impaling foes with her dagger, jumping and climbing upon them, avoiding their attacks as she drew blood and ichor from their beings.

Upon his back a hatch opened, revealing a compacted bar, he reached around for this bar, and pressed a button on it before chucking it to the young woman. The bar unfolded into her weapon of choice, her own design, the Alloy Cannon, ”Lethal, catch!”

Within the moment her cyborg called out to her, the woman darted her dagger toward him. Passing his face swiftly, the blade went inside the mouth of a flying drone. Simultaneously, Ravager grew a couple inches longer from devouring the blood of it’s enemies. Catching the gun that came her way, she promptly turned and slapped it on an aberration’s cheek like the bitch it was. Leaping back to avoid being struck, the mechanic blasted the metal at the surrounding creatures. Her style came across as wildly barbaric and it looked as if she had little to no aim, but all her shots were intentional and her hits resulted in a high damage attack. Her crimson eye detected the quickest way to get multiple drones at once. Lethal’s strategy was: find the vantage point where the bullet could strike a target, painfully hard, and in turn, that single shot would affect the majority of the opposing group, like falling dominos. 

One. 

Her first bullet hit the wing of a drone causing it to spiral out of control crashing into three others, giving other knights the opportunity to kill them the moment they smashed into the ground.

Two.

Her second bullet went through the crown of a drone that was on top of a knight. The monster spat out blood and let it’s life fleet out of it’s body, collapsing onto the man, who immediately pushed the beast off and smashed his foot into it’s head for extra measure. The bullet continued soaring until it went into the kneecap of another aberration causing it to screech in pain and bash everything around it, including other drones. 

Three.

Taking one of her grenades, she whacked it with the butt of her gun causing it to soar in the air and with her third bullet she cracked it open causing the shell to rip apart and hit anything, and everything that surrounded it. The ship was not damaged. Lethal had aimed the grenade in an area that would not reach the ground or the ceiling, but definitely a large circle of aberrations. 

By now, the mechanic was by Gibralter’s side. Leaning down, she pulled out Ravager from the skull of her victim and slipped the dripping blade onto her belt’s scabbard. Her grip tightened onto the alloy gun and her red eye surveyed the area like a hungry vulture.

Now that the two were together, a larger group of Aberrations began to surround them. Blade at the ready, Gibraltar towered over his charge, a stoic behemoth guarding the diminutive mechanical tactician. A clock in his HUD showed there were 43 seconds left, this was the time to make any last minute corrections in the drop velocity, any later and the designated target would be locked. Quickly he scanned through the horde, calculating mass, lethality and convenience, one particular Aberrant caught his eye and with a remote signal, the mech knew where to land.

”37 seconds,” His body propelled forward, arm swinging in an arc as he cut through another attacking being before stepping back into his original position. Electrical energy coursed through his arms, grabbing his weapon by the blade he hucked the sword like a spear and impaled an Aberrant, sending it flying and colliding into one of the ship’s masts. He held his arms out, the Aberrants clearly believing they were at an advantage against the unarmed Orc. Instead, they received lightning as arcs of energy emitted outwards in a powerful torrent from his hands. The creatures shrieked in terrible pain before collapsing to the ship deck, a stink now forming from their fried corpses, pustules of heated carapaces popping from the broiling temperatures underneath. Hand still extended, his sword pulled itself free from the mast, clamping itself back into Gibraltar’s hand like a magnet. 

A small group now stood before him, hissing and screeching, ready to lunge and gouge into the metal warrior. Their wishes would not be fulfilled as suddenly, like a meteor from the heavens, the bulky form of a mech suit slammed into the deck of the ship, effectively crushing the small group into paste. The resounding quake that followed only served to rock the boat a little, but as Gibraltar had expected, it didn’t damage the ship. The suit began to deploy for combat readiness, unfolding itself from its boulder like form from the drop into the towering behemoth Gibraltar knew it to be. The cockpit opened up with a hiss of steam and the cyborg lunged forward at his second skin, climbing himself up into the suit with practiced ease, sliding into the leg and arm compartments. 

The hatch began to close and modules began attaching themselves to different ports across his body, allowing him to see and move as if he were the giant robot himself. Most diagnostics had already been completed, but there was no time for final checks as he jacked himself in. The suit seemed to be consumed with a new life as the Orc took a stance, left foot back, as an underslung cannon began to fire with an explosive noise. Little lasers were painted across multiple targets as bullets the size of small children propelled forward ripping basketball sized holes into the Aberrants. The kinetic force of the bullets were enough to end the beings themselves, only for the explosives within the bullets to continue to shred apart the corpses into indiscernible meaty and shelly bits.

Meanwhile, the mechanic had silently followed the cyborg, killing away behind him and getting anything he missed. While Gibralter was in his stance, within the mech, readying himself to shoot, the female knight casually began climbing the giant metal beast, grabbing ahold of bolts and hinges she specifically designed for this purpose. Her half burnt face had a few blood splatters on it. Licking her lips, she took in a small taste of blood, her red eye showing pure amusement. Reaching the machine’s left shoulder blade while the Orc blasted away, Lethal latched her right foot into an opening in the mech’s back. The machine automatically tightened around her foot, securing her to her companion and allowing the Cambion complete access to his power system if she needed to give him a sudden “boost”. This position would give her enough freedom to work around him, as well as swing her body to face the opposite direction to attack those from behind, while keeping herself attached to him at all times. The woman didn’t mind heights, or the swift movements, or even the feeling of hardly hanging on. The thrill of being attached to her giant creation gave her enough reason to want danger to come their way. It was these moments that made her take note of any problems she needed to fix or potential upgrades to give the suit for future adventures. Sure, there was a high possibility they both, especially her, could get incredibly wounded (or die), but isn’t that why massive battles were pleasurable? Everyone was risking their lives for some damned reason. Scars simply showed what a knight has been through, including the one on her face.

“Ready when you are.”
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