"What makes your guild stick out from all the others?"
Stick out? She had never really given it any thought. Does her guild stick out at all? Maybe that's reason why everyone flocked to the Ebony Strykers when they first opened up. The first time that guild had been open in the entire history of the program, that of course made it stand out from the rag-tag groups like the Crimson Harleys. What about about her guild made it special..?
"Well..."
She paused for a moment then held her thumb up, "We're the first guild to find you."
She nodded mentally, a solid first reason. It helped build her pathos in the least. Though, that seemed to be the only thing her campaign was running on. There's no factual evidence she could throw out there to prove that they're the best in a field. If anything, the Red Guild, is hardly better than mediocre, but she couldn't let him know that.
"I think you have great potential and we need all the potential we can get. I have a nose for this sort of thing." She raised her finger to her nose to emphasize this point, "We'll call it Kingly intuition."
A weak ethos, but at least it's out there. All in all, the argument was very weak. Rabbit beat herself up over it inside, rushing out into the field without preparing any kind of recruitment slogan or anything. Recruiting seemed to be a much different animal than she thought it would be. She laughed nervously and closed her eyes, holding a toothy smile directed at Watcher.
After a brief, awkward silence Rabbit’s ears perked up. She turned around and looked at the girl in the distance. Princess Rainbow looked up from the scorch marks and began running towards the group of them gathered in the alleyway, “There you are! I finally found you!”
Rabbit turned to Grim Buccaneer, “Friend of yours..?”
Within a matter of seconds the rainbow princess warrior was upon them and throwing up rainbows left and right before bounding off with Rabbit’s score. It was a little more than a second after she had bounced before the beep beep beeping of a private chat came through Rabbit’s head. Rabbit opened her eyes and held a finger up to her ear, “Hiya.”
“Mmm- oh. Right, gather Dove and Pearl and swing by here to pick me up.”
She turned to look at Watcher and sighed, “Sorry, we’ll have to pick this up again later. Green City’s under siege and it’ll be a massacre unless someone helps.”
She left him no room to respond before bounding up the walls of the alley onto the rooftops, she ran across them in a blur with the speed afforded by her Reposition skill before a dual-rotor transport helicopter soared by beside her with the bay doors pulled back, two level fives held out their arms and helped steady Rabbit as she made the leap into the moving copter. The bay door slid shut and Rabbit gave a sigh once they were inside.
A notice popped up in front of her: Party Invite - Olive Drummer. She reached out her arm and accepted the invite and was instantly transferred the party leader title. She brought up the specs of her party and looked them over:
Stuffed Rabbit (Party Leader)
Crimson Harleys
Gunner Sniper
Lv. 9
Olive Drummer
Crimson Harleys
Healer Surgeon
Lv. 7
Laughing Dove
Crimson Harleys
Healer Priest
Lv. 5
Mediocre Pearl
Crimson Harleys
Healer Priest
Lv. 4
It was no surprise that the rest of her part were healers, she had chosen them after all to help push back the damage being dealt to the defenders of the Guild Hall. She decided to drop Fern a notice before they got there - so they wouldn’t get shot down. She raised her hand to her ears and began talking, “Yo, Fern. It’s Rabbit, heard you’re in a tight spot, Im going to drop in some healers so hang tight, mkay?” She pulled her hand away from her ear and continued to look over her party specs.
Party Buffs
Eagle Eye Implants (Olive Drummer): +50% accuracy, 45mins remaining.
Time Dampeners (Olive Drummer): +50% reaction time. 25 mins remaining.
Olive was a great asset to the Harleys, in particular to its agility-type players. That’s the reason that Rabbit made him Knight Commander. The other two were Priest specs - and while they didn’t deal in buffs they each did fantastic healing work in the past. While Rabbit planned to join the fray as soon as she could, all three of them would stay behind to support the bulk of the defense.
The helicopter hovered over the bulk of the fighting and Rabbit closed out of her screens. She walked over to the door and pulled it back and looked down at the ground. They were about fifty meters off the ground. She tried to get a read on the chaos that was going on below. An unorganized rabble it seemed, she could see a large group of the Stryker’s so-called “war machines” some of them were full-blown tanks, others were salvaged pickup trucks and sedans with sheet metal fixed to them. But still, for anyone in front of them, they were a danger. They seemed unorganized, but there was a solitary tank leading the charge, firing wherever he damn well pleased. It seemed obvious to Rabbit that this armor held the group’s general.
Boom! The helicopter took a direct hit from a shoulder-mounted missile from somewhere in the back of the horde. Its engines caught fire and begun to spin out of control, Rabbit held on to the door frame and looked back, “Parachutes!” The panicked mid-level priests were the first to grab parachutes from the copter’s repertoire and sailed down to the back of the fray. Olive was last and he brought a second parachute to Rabbit.
Rabbit shook her head and held her hand out, “No worries.”
Olive shrugged and leaped out, dropping the parachute behind him as he left. His parachute got struck by a few of the bullets being fired discriminately and took a solid 85% damage from his fall from glory. Rabbit sighed and looked down as the helicopter spun around and around, it neared the ground - 40 meters, 35, 30, 25, 20, 15, 10 - jump. Rabbit leaped out from the helicopter before it exploded into nothing. She fell, fast, and hit the ground with a definite smash[/u]. A small crater formed around her were she fell, cracking the ground all about her. She stood up and look over at the approaching horde. 20-odd meters out Arms Slave’s tank was gaining ground on her and quickly.
Rabbit closed her eyes, smiled, and waved out to the tank as it approached, bullets whizzed by indiscriminately, but she didn’t worry. Moving and gunning didn’t work for most people, let alone without skills. 15 meters, she unslung one of her rifles and held it idly at her side. 10 meters, she checked her nails, immaculate as always. 5 meters, she leaped into action. With the reaction time buff she leaped forward, the world around her slowed down as she pointed the barrel of her rifle into the main cannon of Arms Slave’s tank and activated [i]Reciprocating Barrel to fire three rounds in succession hoping to catch it between reloading and ignite the shell in its barrel and take out the general’s horse, so-to-speak.