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Champions of Battle: AD7 – Awakening #10

Adrianne tried to call for help but the gankers were too smart for that.  Her communications, even her radio failed to function properly.  She would have to get out from the range of their jamming signal before she could call anyone.  This looked very bad.  She was so far from civilization that by the time help could arrive, they would have pillaged Silent Blur and left.

Who knew what they wanted?  No doubt they saw her test the incendiary missile.  If they stole the plans before Rubin’s Trail got hold of it, they could make a fortune.  It burned hot enough and stuck long enough to melt metal.  They could disable or forcibly enter a ship without completely destroying it, leaving more plunder for them.

They could have seen her defensive devices.  With her modifications, they were better than the best on the market.  Three were capable of warding off even the larger predators.  She had twenty four.  Now that they were in storage mode they could be reprogrammed by any tinkerer.  They’d be worth quite a bit on the auctions as would Silent Blur.

Maybe they just felt like killing something.

What they wanted was trivial.  If they caught her, they would kill her without a second thought and take whatever they could.  It would be forever and five days before she recovers in a rejuvenation center.  And that’s only if she remains undigested by some wild beast.

She has to escape.

Adrianne had a slight advantage.  They were counting on her to remain ignorant of their attack until it was too late.  She possibly had a few extra seconds to prepare for the long sprint to Rubin’s Trail.

She also had a fairly extensive knowledge of these woods.  She had run all around this place to test the Silent Blur’s leg modifications and Captain Bubbles’ functions.  She has a good chance of outfoxing them leaving them with little more than wasted fuel.

She unlocked the vehicle legs.  Outside the ship, they rattled in place waiting to be activated.  Inside the cockpit, her seating changed as well.  She was strapped tightly into the chair but as she activated the legs, her seat flipped forward so that she was in a crawling position.  The ship was designed to run like a squirrel.  In this position she could control things so much better.

As soon as Silent Blur’s legs were activated, they hung loose.  They caught wind, slowing the ship considerably.  As she expected, the gankers knew that something was wrong.  They picked up speed to catch her before she did anything too smart.

There were in fact four of them.  They were catching up to her quickly.  She pinged their vectors again.  Each of them was easily faster than Silent Blur.  There was little room for error if she was to get out of this alive.  Timing was everything, even now.

The trees looked beautiful flying above them.  Diving into them was always a different story.  The beautiful leaves had many healthy branches holding them up.  There was no way to be fully prepared for entry at high speeds, but they were approaching weapons range.  She was running out of time.

She rolled the ship and deactivated the wings.  The hydraulic legs were extended and ready.  With her sensors set to gain as much information as possible, she dove in.

#1 – Awakening #9 – Awakening #11

 

Champions of Battle: The Very Best – Opportunity #9

Close to early evening, they were all packed and ready to go.  The sky began its cycle of twilight shades as the sun prepared to set.  Before long the blue sky would fade to indigo.

Bome City’s defensive turrets scanned grass and the skies just as they always have looking for the slightest hint of danger.  A grid of massive turrets throughout the city perched on the tallest buildings and also set on towering pillars.  Not all of the pillars held the powerful cannons.  As large as the wildlife was, many times a simple bright light or loud noise could scare them off back into the wild.

The Bome’s Prime Minister insisted they be placed all around his kingdom evenly to protect all the people from any wild life that would approach as well as any raiders that would try their luck.  The turrets were everywhere, threatening to tarnish the city’s beautiful skyline.  A tower was even present at the shuttle station where Justice met with Jaquan’s team.

They all looked different now, dressed in traveling gear.  Liana was in her metal mech suit complete with a mask that covered her face.  Jaquan and Neely repeatedly told her it was a horrible idea for her to wear the helmet, but Liana insisted on being able to protect them and herself from whatever may come.

Neely had a heavy looking bag slung over his shoulder.  He stood apart from them with Catlin who wore normal clothing and brass knuckles.  They all had various Hanja on their clothing to enhance certain aspects of their strengths.

Justice was telling Jaquan and Liana about the city they were going to stay and the further steps they would have to take to get to the town that held the tournament.  It seemed like it could become a dangerous trek, only one suitable for someone used to fighting wild beasts.  Liana was quite unhappy about the trek.  Jaquan seemed only a little more welcoming to the thought.

“Getting there is half the fun,” Justice reassured them.

This did not gain any reassurance points with Liana, but a decision was a decision.  They were going.  Neely’s drunken rage set them all strait.  He reminded them why they started in the fight game in the first place.

Neely was the only one still foggy on the details of how they got to this point.  He had asked Liana but she insisted that Catlin knew best about what happened.  As he spoke to Catlin, she enjoyed giving tiny bits of information.

“Why would I ask for poison?”

“The drink I think is designed to have it.”

“So I asked for the drink,” he said riddling out the situation.  “And I knew the poison was added to the drink?”

“Yes it is quite popular with ladies.  The fruit juice usually…” Catlin’s eyes suddenly changed to an unfriendly gaze.  Her mannerisms changed along with her gaze.  No longer was she a silly child teasing her brother about the secret he may never know.  She was the alert warrior that knew something was misplaced, invisible but certain.  Having seen this gaze many times, Neely picked up on the change and translated it correctly.

“Empowerment aura and light please,” she whispered.  Her eyes quickly faded black her irises turning a brilliant red.  She pointed with them to the pillar about a meter behind her.

Neely activated his empowerment aura signified by a dim silver sphere extending about four and a half centimeters from him in all directions.  Along with it, a bright outline of gold closely surrounded his body.  Standing close to him, Catlin was completely engulfed by the aura.

Neely took a simple looking handle from his pocket and held it inside the pack he was carrying.  Gears and machines whirled and within four seconds he was holding a fully functional and strung compound bow, small but really strong.

He pulled an arrow from the pack.  It caught fire as he shot it at the pillar.  Just as it would have hit the pillar, Catlin motioned with her hand for it to go around the pillar.  The arrow obeyed perfectly and landed on the other side of the pillar with a flash bright enough to be visible in the daylight.  Along with the flash: The shadow of a very surprised person with a handheld.

With anger in her mind and hands encircled with dark red flames, she performed a gripping motion in the spy’s direction and performed a pulling motion in the air towards her chest.  In that split second motion, the spy was delivered from behind the pillar directly in front of them.

By now they had the attention of the whole team as well as a few onlookers.  Her cover blown, hanging in the air at Catlin’s thinning mercy, the spy had only one thing to say.

“Um… Hello,” she started nervously, “I’m Brisa Gan with the Champion’s Chronicle.”

#1 – Opportunity #8 – Opportunity #10

 

Sons of Sword: Tales of Glory – Lost and Found #5

Isabeau and Metcalf continued to discuss and comment on random parts of each other’s history as they walked to the shooting range.  Isabeau admired the thought of Metcalf becoming a stealthy warrior.  She had heard of a few missions that required skills in being unseen and untraceable.  There were classes designed specifically to teach those skills in the Field Quarter, once Metcalf had the time.

Metcalf on the other hand had second thoughts about accepting the challenge so hastily.  She was unfazed by the presumed skill the regular participants groomed themselves with.  However, Isabeau did not need to be there at all.  She in the top eighty percent, almost an Aspirant!  One does not reach that point without authentic skill.  Metcalf was going to have to step up her game to even have a chance at winning.

Walking through the doorway, the commotion of the melee training area was nearly shut out behind the closing door.  Isabeau and Metcalf took numbers onto their handhelds and walked to the back of the enormous seating area to prepare their weapons.  The near silence revealed a completely different culture than that of the melee training area.

The ranged training area held a different type of madness.  There were no grunts, clanging metal, or cheers of encouragement to the challengers.  Instead, there was a deep silence held as all spectators watched; studying everything about the challengers.  Most of the students were there for pure observation.  They would record what they saw to practice the techniques later.

Two combatants stood on opposite sides of the testing platform on colored pillars indicating their team color.  One student had a long wooden staff, taller than he was.  It had to be about six centimeters.  He swung it to launch discs at his targets.  It had some kind of pump action reloading system.  The exact operations of the staff escaped her from so far away.

From his motions, the other student seemed to have a tiny blow gun.  It was invisible to her.  She only saw brief glints of the darts in the light.  His targets were definitely falling though.  No doubt the two combatants used their energy skills to aid their aiming.  They hardly missed and reloaded almost instantly.

This was the reality for Sword Mint Academy Students.  They must strive for perfection.  Guns and blasters were greatly frowned upon by the Grand Master.  He considered them solely for Commoners.  However, the ranged weapons available to them had to be just as effective.  A missed shot or a slow shot would be very costly on the field.  All the students needed to use the most effective techniques for any shot.  Body stance, target choice, and reload strategy influenced each other and were key to hitting a mark.

The combatants towered over a maze of boxes and short walls.  They launched projectiles from their nearly silent weapons at training robots pretending to be melee forces from either team.  The training bots impersonated students as they fought each other to reach the opposing team’s pillar.  The challengers tried to defend their pillar while assisting their bots.

Metcalf and Isabeau’s weapons were nothing like those of the challengers’.  They had little interest in the battle and quickly made their way to the back of the seating to prepare for the contest.

#1 – Lost and Found #4 – Lost and Found #6