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Colin, very thankful that he didn't become a living disco ball, Nodded as he zipped up his back, making sure that the radio and his ******** up head set were safe and sound. Running towards the nearest -working- truck, Colin would fling open the door...only to spot Spooky, slumbering in the driver's seat.

Options, options, options...

At the risk of being shot or worse when he woke up, Colin shoved Spooky over to the passenger seat, his body slumping over into an odd fetal position with his a** in the air. Crank the key, shift the gears, and the engine sputtered, coughed, and eventually roar to life, belching black smoke out of the exhaust pipe. Leaving the engine running, Colin would smash out the window with his elbow, glass spilling out onto the ground below.

Hurry up! Time is money!

Moving the truck forward, the truck's wheel would creak with the effort, since they hadn't moved in waaaaaay too long.

And, over the radio, the following spatted through:



What the ******** was happening out there!?

Unfortunately, all that last action hero stuff wasn't gonna happen.

Even though he was one of the toughest sumbitches this side of several Systems, Ebris would have still gotten some hurtin' done to him by the Jimbo's desperate kicks. This is where the Unity Field came into effect. At most, Ebris' head got pushed back by the kicks, which elicited some choice words from the bounty scum, muffled of course by the foot in his old, scarred face.

"Rathin' rath!"

His right shot up, grabbing a hold of the offending leg by the ankle and began to squeeze tight.

"Gotcha now, ya little grod!"

Then, all 312lbs of Ebris Dhifi yanked back in tandem with his arm pulling back, swinging out by pivoting his left foot on the support grates next to the door. The guy probably didn't even have a chance to do anything, even if he was holding onto the steering wheel - he'd either be yanked off of it or the damn thing would be ripped right from the dash board.

"Heh, lookit what we got here, boys and girls," the bounty hunter chuckled in his rough, gravelly voice and hopped down from the truck, still holding onto the guy's ankle and not letting go. It was a sight to behold, as he was holding the guy upside down right in front of him, with a single arm, by his leg.

Yeah, Ebris Dhifi was a pretty damn strong sumbitch.

The bounty scum turned to the rig Ryke had pulled up in an unneeded attempt to stop the guy. "Ryke! Get yer a** over here and bring some zip ties and tape - gotta make this guy comfy."

Ebris then turned back to the hapless intruder, looking down at him with evil thoughts present in his fierce blues. He gave the guy a swift, sharp kick to the head - wouldn't do any damage, of course, but would shake him up some. Gotta start getting into the guy's head and make him know just how utterly rathed he was - the words would just all fall loose and start spilling from his lips then.

"Think we should start with somethin' simple - who the rath are ya, son?"

Shouyin shrugged and tried to clean up his hand and the sleeve of his jacket a bit while hopping off the truck. The delays just kept on coming. The half-golem went off at a jog, passing Ryke as she went back to Ebris with the ties and hopping into her truck, grabbing his gear out of it. He'd come back afterwards, eyeing their captive suspiciously.

"This is taking too long, we gotta get moving," he jerked a thumb in the general direction of the south tunnel and the Palace Dome. "Whoever turned off the heat might already be gone by now, and there's still that explosion off in the fields to deal with," he frowned as he spoke.

"We should split up, try and make up a bit of this time. You guys have -him- to take care of," he pointed at Shin, "but I doubt it'd take all four of us to interrogate him while the general over there takes his nap," he cocked his head in Spooky's direction.

"Colin and I'll take the second truck and Spooky and go check out the Palace - you guys good with scoping the fields after you're done?" Assuming his teammates answered in the positive, Shouyin would gather his stuff and hop in the truck, shoving Spooky into the back of the cab and taking the passenger's seat. If Colin followed suit then they'd both soon be driving off down the tunnel towards the Palace Dome.

Shin was simply put, caught like a fish on a hook. The big man with many not so pretty scars also had a lot of strength, easily able to yank Shin from the truck like a ragdoll, he was only 170 lbs after all. While the woman in the truck went to go get some tape, Shin was kicked in the head which surprising didn’t hurt at all. Why wasn’t he reeling and going unconscious? It was just like how that guy was able to shrug off his kicks and avoid his blast from before. Something was definitely strange here….

As he was hanging there confused, one of the rigs rolled off and he was alone with big man and other woman. He made no response because he didn’t hear the question, he was lost in thought over a question of his own, "why the hell no was getting injured in this area?" He also had another more important question, "If they can’t hurt me, then what are they going to do with me now?"

LP: 3 Charges

...................................................................................5 Charges :RP

Huh-Wah?

He wanted her to what? To strip the guy? Oh for the ********. He had a good point though and while she wouldn't be happy about it regardless and grumble about it as he assumed but Ryke wouldn't ******** around and piss off her partner by going against what he said because of some personal space issues.

"Meh. Fine. I'm keep his fukn' shorts on though, I don't care to see his s**t and don't you dare crack any damn lesbian jokes you hear me?"

He would probably do it anyway. Since when did he ever listen to her when she told him to cut the s**t?

Anyway, back to the nosy little twit her bounty hunter counterpart was planning to tie to the grill of the truck. The first thing that came off was the jacket. Pretty nice if she must say, but eh, hers was nicer. Heh. The little b***h was wearing a kevlar vest, but unfortunately for him it was comin'off and thrown haphazardly to the ground in a heap along with his jacket. Didn't matter what was in the pockets yet, she could check 'em when he was secured and stripped entirely.

Ryke fixed her eyes on the scarf he wore, giving it a quick examination before pulling it off with a foreful Yank not giving more than two rats about tossing it over with the rest of his s**t. The loss of the vest and jacket revealed the man's pistol, and Ryke grinned.

"Aw, lookit that, not a bad looking gun. Though I prefer my own."

Whatever, back to the strip search. His boots and pants came next, and judging by the quick pat down, she came to the conclusion he wasn't hiding anything in his skivvies so thankfully they could remain.

"That's the last bit of his s**t. A gun and a lock-pick set. Nothing fancy. He's all yours now."

Amused, her grin widened and she yanked the passenger side door to the truck open and slid inside.

Shin was released from the leg hold onto the grill of the only remaining truck that works, a truck that already had its engine running thanks to one of his captors. He was still wasn’t really sure what they wanted with him, but being striped wasn’t such a good idea. Not with the big guy here anyway.

So now it was time to get the ******** out of here. Shin would crossed his arms in front of him as she would try to take off his jacket and while doing so activate his right Propeware. The device would make a small sound before a large concussive wave, that Shin liked to call repel, radiated out from him pushing back his captors from his for a few seconds. It seemed that the hurting was back because he would feel the blast a bit too but to a lesser extent. The other too would most likely be blown back, hopefully with a concussion.

Hoping upwards from where he had been forced to stand with his back to the grill, Shin thrust his left arm towards the ground letting loose another Propeware technique, a shift this time. The burst of air would jet towards the ground and cause him to rise in the same direction aka towards the windshield of the big rig with enough force to break the glass.

Landing in the driver seat, Shin wasted no time at all worrying about the pain he was under from the glass on the seat or the action of breaking. He was scared for his life, too pumped full of adrenaline to stop moving. He held on tight with his head low as he pushed his pedal to metal, driving the rig towards the tunnel up ahead. Hopefully now that his captors were preoccupied with coming back to their senses, they might wind up right in front of the truck and be run over. If not then he wouldn’t wait for them but rather he’d drive off towards the North Field instead.

LP: 3 - 2(Shift lvl3) = 1 Charges

...................................................................................5 – 3(Repel lvl4) = 2 Charges :RP

Well, that was rathin' dumb.

Even for someone as big as he, Ebris was still knocked back by the wave, so it was obvious Ryke was as well. The bounty hunter felt the wind getting knocked out of his lungs and barely caught himself from falling down, taking several staggered steps backwards. That rathin' hurt!

Wait...

They were in a zone that the Unity Field was protecting. Before, all his actions had not done any harm to himself or the Jimbo, nor any actions of his to him. Ebris wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, that's for sure, but he wasn't completely rathin' dense. As the guy launched himself into the air, a vicious grin formed over Ebris' harsh features.



Quicker than most eyes could follow, Ebris' hands shot down to his waist. Gnarled hands met custom-made grips, created specially to fit the massive paws that the bounty hunter possessed. The Fast Draw Holster held the weapons they contained snugly - enough to prevent them from falling out, but not enough for Ebris to be able to yank them out in a flash. There was no need for a traditional fast draw, as the angle between the boot of the holster and where the Jimbo was gonna land was not good. So, the weapons came up - Ebris' massive DE-15 "Carnosaur" Hellpistols.

The weapons were drawn less than half a second. After that, a hell of suppressed blasts began to tear into the truck's cab, which the Jimbo had just landed in.



Of course, upon him opening fire, Ryke would probably follow suit with multiple, accurate bursts from the Specter Assault Device. The Jimbo should have cooperated - he would become hamburger in less than 5 seconds. With him in the cab, there was no chance to dodge. With all the firepower involved, no chance to survive. Really should have rathin' cooperative.

Over this, another noise was heard over the gunfire - the BRUMBRUMBRUMBRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM of a chain weapon.

"What the rath - DZAN! What the rath are you doing here!?!"

Ebris attention was only to the Hiver who had suddenly showed up out of nowhere, as there was the slimmest chance that the sumbitch Jimbo had survived. If that were the case, then there'd be more Lasblasts coming at him.