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Lunatic
[Travel Music]
The officer calmed down after Jezier patted him, true Jezier was a little imposing but he had given so much to the resistance, it was an honor to talk to him. He was going to tell his grandchildren about this. Jezier's words made a certain amount of sense and he reflected on his worries and then brushed them aside. When Jezier returned from the room the officer lead the way out of the building and to one of the high speed trains reserved for military use. After Jezier was inside the officer slid a key card through a scanner and gave the rail control notification of the urgency to pass through specific sectors and to take them to gate 3. After the traffic controller had acknowledged the orders and warned them about taking seats due to the high speed, the officer sat down and strapped a seat belt on, two shoulder straps that hooked into a central waist belt. They were off. It took a little over five minutes for the officer and Jezier to reach the third gate. Leaving the train the officer moved a little stiffly, stumbling once, but quickly getting back on his feat and moving on. They were right by the refugee district, and there was a large ATV ready for them. The officer quickly looked over the vehicle and shook his head, it was too slow for a fast approach, and if Jezier needed to be quick about his actions so he opted for the ARB, Air Raid Bike, they were state of the art ender technology. They were costly to create, and humans could mass produce things close to this with ease. The officer let Jezier have his pick of the five different bikes then got on one himself. The bikes were easy to control, and were based on motorcycles from the 1990's. They had slick black bodies and leather seats, their accelerator was on the handle bars, and the lift was on the foot pedals. Taking the lead, the officer motioned for Jezier to follow him as he raised the bike above the houses in the refugee district then zoomed off, he held back on his speed until he saw that Jezier had taken off then accelerated leaving the refugee district, he knew the office would be getting a sound complaint later, but that would have to be dealt with. Doping the lift to just above the snow, the officer lead the way to the tractor trailer junk yard, The start of it at least. It would take another 3 minutes with the wind licking their faces to reach the destination.
Where we are: Entrance to 'Trailer Town'
What we feel: Gar's Angry, I'm scared!
O.o.C.: Lalia comments on the 'Who were with' and 'What we feel' while Gar gives the location.
[Gar's Theme]
Lalia was laughing almost hysterically at Gar, he rarely messed up this much on his tactical analysis, but this was jus to much. Tears rolled down her face as she examined the 'New Mobil Prison' that they had stumbled upon. Up until the end Gar had refused to admit that he was wrong, but when he had forced open the the door on the compartment and found it filled with frozen gear from some company long forgotten, his expression of disgust had been priceless. Holding her stomach Lalia laughed and almost fell down in the snow, but Gar, as displeased with her laughing as he was, caught her and held her up. Lalia pushed Gar's face away, unable to look at it, each time she saw it, his disgusted face popped into mind and started the process all over again. This went on for a good 10 minutes. Finally getting ahold of her self, Lalia calmed down, still snickered when she looked at Gar, and when she tried to talk to him all she could do was laugh.
Gar on the other hand was disappointed in his assessment of the situation. Not only were his dots that had been supposed to be some type of life turned out to be dead bushes, but his MP was a trailer full of useless technical gadgets, they the logo had a 'De-' on the side of the truck but the rest had been worn away by time. Gar recognized the technology as old computers, but they were broken and flat screen monitors were shattered or frozen solid. Not wanting to leave Lalia alone out side he was going to have her come into the trailer to help him when he hear something. It was faint, but that light humming was definitely a low altitude transport of some kind. Turning his head he saw in the distance what looked to be a double seater, no it was two single seater air bikes, they had some extra equipment on them that definitely wasn't human, but he wasn't worried about it, they looked to be vibration blades that could be extended on either side and a modified rail cannon that could be shot on demand. A bit smaller than his human railgun, but still dangerous.
Without hesitation Gar scooped Lalia up with his left arm to, causing her to laugh even harder and struggle against him while he climbed on top of the trailer. The slight hight advantage could easily be negated by the bikes but it also let him have more options for movement, and the junk yard behind them would seriously inhibit their movement, it might be good for hiding later but for now, he needed to face the enemy before him. Anyone who approached them was an enemy in his eyes. Gar considered using the railgun that was hanging from his back but he would only have time for one shot before the other bike was upon them. Better to hold his cards for later if he didn't have a chance at all, keep a much hidden until necessary. He had killed more than his fair share of human and ender forces this way. It was how he had survived.
Lalia was put gently on the top, or rather the side of the trailer and when she saw Gar's serious face she almost started laughing at that but when she followed his line of sight, color drained instantly from her face. Something was coming for them. Were they going to kill her and Gar because they had killed others, were they going to take Gar away from her, was she going to be taken away from Gar. These thought flashed through Lalia's mind as the things drew closer and closer. They finally stopped a short distance form them, walking distance of about a minute through the snow and Gar held the wasaga over Lalia's head casting a shadow over her features and hiding much of her in it, compared to the bright reflection of sunlight off the snow. The contrast was high enough to make it difficult to tell what her hair color was and some of her facial features.
"Gar... what's going on?" Lalia asked tentatively. His stoic expression was back and he had his other hand on the inside of his yukata, no doubt on his short ranged weapon Gore, the nuclear powered pistol to use at a moments notice if he had to. "Don't kill them please, we already too so much life away in that city. So no more killing, ok?" Gar looked at Lalia askance then removed his hand from the inside of his yukata and rested it on his hip. He said nothing, simply looked at the people who approached them. One of them looked slightly familiar but he couldn't place a name on the face or why it rang a bell in his mind. The bell it rang was a warning, a dangerous ender was before them. Why though, Gar did not know.
The officer calmed down after Jezier patted him, true Jezier was a little imposing but he had given so much to the resistance, it was an honor to talk to him. He was going to tell his grandchildren about this. Jezier's words made a certain amount of sense and he reflected on his worries and then brushed them aside. When Jezier returned from the room the officer lead the way out of the building and to one of the high speed trains reserved for military use. After Jezier was inside the officer slid a key card through a scanner and gave the rail control notification of the urgency to pass through specific sectors and to take them to gate 3. After the traffic controller had acknowledged the orders and warned them about taking seats due to the high speed, the officer sat down and strapped a seat belt on, two shoulder straps that hooked into a central waist belt. They were off. It took a little over five minutes for the officer and Jezier to reach the third gate. Leaving the train the officer moved a little stiffly, stumbling once, but quickly getting back on his feat and moving on. They were right by the refugee district, and there was a large ATV ready for them. The officer quickly looked over the vehicle and shook his head, it was too slow for a fast approach, and if Jezier needed to be quick about his actions so he opted for the ARB, Air Raid Bike, they were state of the art ender technology. They were costly to create, and humans could mass produce things close to this with ease. The officer let Jezier have his pick of the five different bikes then got on one himself. The bikes were easy to control, and were based on motorcycles from the 1990's. They had slick black bodies and leather seats, their accelerator was on the handle bars, and the lift was on the foot pedals. Taking the lead, the officer motioned for Jezier to follow him as he raised the bike above the houses in the refugee district then zoomed off, he held back on his speed until he saw that Jezier had taken off then accelerated leaving the refugee district, he knew the office would be getting a sound complaint later, but that would have to be dealt with. Doping the lift to just above the snow, the officer lead the way to the tractor trailer junk yard, The start of it at least. It would take another 3 minutes with the wind licking their faces to reach the destination.
Gar Shiea Fatomunt
Lalia Zain Pytel
Who were with: Two scary men~Lalia Zain Pytel
Where we are: Entrance to 'Trailer Town'
What we feel: Gar's Angry, I'm scared!
O.o.C.: Lalia comments on the 'Who were with' and 'What we feel' while Gar gives the location.
[Gar's Theme]
Lalia was laughing almost hysterically at Gar, he rarely messed up this much on his tactical analysis, but this was jus to much. Tears rolled down her face as she examined the 'New Mobil Prison' that they had stumbled upon. Up until the end Gar had refused to admit that he was wrong, but when he had forced open the the door on the compartment and found it filled with frozen gear from some company long forgotten, his expression of disgust had been priceless. Holding her stomach Lalia laughed and almost fell down in the snow, but Gar, as displeased with her laughing as he was, caught her and held her up. Lalia pushed Gar's face away, unable to look at it, each time she saw it, his disgusted face popped into mind and started the process all over again. This went on for a good 10 minutes. Finally getting ahold of her self, Lalia calmed down, still snickered when she looked at Gar, and when she tried to talk to him all she could do was laugh.
Gar on the other hand was disappointed in his assessment of the situation. Not only were his dots that had been supposed to be some type of life turned out to be dead bushes, but his MP was a trailer full of useless technical gadgets, they the logo had a 'De-' on the side of the truck but the rest had been worn away by time. Gar recognized the technology as old computers, but they were broken and flat screen monitors were shattered or frozen solid. Not wanting to leave Lalia alone out side he was going to have her come into the trailer to help him when he hear something. It was faint, but that light humming was definitely a low altitude transport of some kind. Turning his head he saw in the distance what looked to be a double seater, no it was two single seater air bikes, they had some extra equipment on them that definitely wasn't human, but he wasn't worried about it, they looked to be vibration blades that could be extended on either side and a modified rail cannon that could be shot on demand. A bit smaller than his human railgun, but still dangerous.
Without hesitation Gar scooped Lalia up with his left arm to, causing her to laugh even harder and struggle against him while he climbed on top of the trailer. The slight hight advantage could easily be negated by the bikes but it also let him have more options for movement, and the junk yard behind them would seriously inhibit their movement, it might be good for hiding later but for now, he needed to face the enemy before him. Anyone who approached them was an enemy in his eyes. Gar considered using the railgun that was hanging from his back but he would only have time for one shot before the other bike was upon them. Better to hold his cards for later if he didn't have a chance at all, keep a much hidden until necessary. He had killed more than his fair share of human and ender forces this way. It was how he had survived.
Lalia was put gently on the top, or rather the side of the trailer and when she saw Gar's serious face she almost started laughing at that but when she followed his line of sight, color drained instantly from her face. Something was coming for them. Were they going to kill her and Gar because they had killed others, were they going to take Gar away from her, was she going to be taken away from Gar. These thought flashed through Lalia's mind as the things drew closer and closer. They finally stopped a short distance form them, walking distance of about a minute through the snow and Gar held the wasaga over Lalia's head casting a shadow over her features and hiding much of her in it, compared to the bright reflection of sunlight off the snow. The contrast was high enough to make it difficult to tell what her hair color was and some of her facial features.
"Gar... what's going on?" Lalia asked tentatively. His stoic expression was back and he had his other hand on the inside of his yukata, no doubt on his short ranged weapon Gore, the nuclear powered pistol to use at a moments notice if he had to. "Don't kill them please, we already too so much life away in that city. So no more killing, ok?" Gar looked at Lalia askance then removed his hand from the inside of his yukata and rested it on his hip. He said nothing, simply looked at the people who approached them. One of them looked slightly familiar but he couldn't place a name on the face or why it rang a bell in his mind. The bell it rang was a warning, a dangerous ender was before them. Why though, Gar did not know.
