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Champions of Battle: The Very Best – Opportunity #19

Brisa spent most of the hour in the shuttle’s various shops looking at other items.  She had no idea there was so many amazing things there; bags, parachutes, weapons, and armor.  There were tons of shops filled with whatever a traveler would want.

The fear of discovery had faded completely.  She had just spent a few hours with Catlin without any hint of being discovered by Jaquan or his entourage.  The chances that she would have to worry about the BigBad Crew were small as long as she stayed in crowds.

She saw her past mistake clearly now.  On the platform, she was quite suspicious.  She was standing behind a pillar peeking at Jaquan’s crew and taking notes.  If she were a passerby she wouldn’t trust someone behaving that way.  Someone in BigBad must have seen her at some point.  In the shops minding her own business, she should be safe from discovery.

Thanks to Catlin, she had the confidence to truly enjoy the flight.  She really was on a grand adventure.  She had met an incredibly clever and helpful traveler.  She was going to experience a completely different culture.  Who knows where this road will take her?  If she gets too uptight during the journey, she may miss something truly important.

Brisa headed to the food court were Catlin was waiting with a cart full of weapons and armor.  She seemed slightly, different.  Her eyes were slightly wilder than before.  She had a huge grin on her face and was bouncing slightly in her seat.  She smiled even more seeing Brisa and waved her over to the seat.  “Sit, sit, sit you’re gonna love this,” Catlin started.

Brisa didn’t know exactly what to think.  Catlin seemed a little strange suddenly but she was a fan.  Perhaps fans act like that?  Maybe?  Catlin had genuinely helped her a lot in the last few hours and for free.  Maybe she was just excited to show Brisa how helpful she could be.

“I put a strength enchant on your maul,” Catlin continued, “It should be a lot easier to lift now.  Also,” she added without taking a breath, “it won’t look suspicious because everyone with big heavy weapons adds strength to them.”

Brisa lifted her maul.  It was indeed much lighter but, everything else was too.  She lifted a plate from the table.  It seemed weightless!

“That’s right,” Catlin noted, “It works on anything.  As long as you have the maul with you, you benefit from the enchantment.”  Catlin pointed at a spot on the maul.  Brisa turned the maul around and looked at that point.  There was a Hanja there that she had not seen before.  It was possibly responsible for the strength enchant.

“I changed the color of your armor,” Catlin said as Brisa admired the Hanja, “It’s more of the same color but it still doesn’t match completely so you still won’t stand out too much.  I added a few special things too,” Catlin was talking a little faster than before.  Brisa began wondering how she kept breathing out for so long.  That didn’t stop Catlin from talking though, “Put it on later and I can help you practice with it.”

“This is what I wanted to show you.”  Catlin was singing now and talking much slower.  She was obviously very excited as she shoved Brisa’s sheathed daggers into Brisa’s face.

Brisa sat down her maul and took them.  The first thing she noticed was that they were much, much heavier than before.  Catlin was grinning again, obviously excited that Brisa noticed the difference.  Brisa sat one of them on the table.  Catlin’s eyes widened as Brisa began to draw out the dagger.

Even after the dagger was clearly out of the sheath, it felt as though it was stuck inside somehow.  Brisa kept drawing until the hilt was a full two centimeters away from the sheath.  The weight of the dagger disagreed with her eyes.  She had to test the illusion by poking beyond the blade with her finger.  Sure enough, her finger hit an invisible blade.

Catlin just kept grinning.

The blade didn’t stay invisible for long.  Black “smoke” seemed to radiate from the visible dagger blade filling the invisible blade.  Before long, Brisa noticed she was holding a two centimeter pitch black machete.  No, it was darker than pitch black.  No light that went into the area of the blade escaped, no reflections, no designs, nothing, just a blade of no light.  Then she realized that her other “dagger” was still on the table.  She had two of them!

“They’re better than enchanted blades,” Catlin sang, “They’re blades of enchantment.  Do you like them?”

Brisa’s look of amazement was all the answer she could give for a few seconds.  She finally muttered a positive response.

“Great, go put on your gear.  I’ll order some food.  My friends should be here soon.”

Brisa stuck the tip of the machete into the sheath and pushed.  The enchantment blade obeyed and disappeared as she sheathed her “dagger.”  Still amazed, she took the gear and went to her cabin.

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Returning from her cabin, Brisa looks much more the warrior: she walked easier; her armor was properly enchanted and colored; and her many dangerous weapons are properly equipped.  The youthful inexperienced face was gone, hidden under the frightening veil.

As she reaches the table, Catlin says teasing, “I wouldn’t want to meet you in a dark alley.”

“Yep,” Brisa responds while taking her seat, “I know I can’t fight worth anything but I do feel pretty tough in this.”

“Oh, my friends are here too,” Catlin says while looking behind Brisa.

Brisa turns around to see Jaquan and his crew standing right behind her.  The fear hit her immediately but there was nowhere she could go.  She was caught.  Whatever punishment they had for her, she would have to accept.

Before she can say anything Jaquan speaks up, “So Catlin, is this my new body guard?

#1Opportunity #18 – Opportunity #20

Champions of Battle: The Very Best – Opportunity #18

Brisa tied on the equipment as best she could.  The maul was the hardest piece to place.  She had never even thought of carrying a maul around before today.  This maul, her maul was almost twice the size of a normal one.  Swordsmen she saw in videos usually held swords on their waist so she tried strapping it there.  It was wrong, the weight of the maul hung off of her belt threatening to fall off or pull down her pants if she ever needed to run.

That is, if she could run.  The plated boots and gauntlets were made of compressed metal.  They were even heavier than they looked.  She turned to see herself in the mirror.  Her legs got a workout from that simple action.  Her arms also got a workout from putting on her equipment.  Perhaps it was a mistake to put the gauntlets on first.

Brisa checked herself in the mirror.  Even she knew she looked pretty bad, little worse than average.  Catlin said that most adventurers dressed like this.  How could they?

The chest piece was loose.  The pants didn’t fit well with her chest piece.  The tying straps didn’t reach each other but that could be normal, possibly.  How is any of this supposed to protect me from anything?  The mask was especially ghastly and hard to see through.  Ragged but finished, she checked herself one last time in the mirror.

She stepped out of the dressing room to the sound of Catlin’s giggles.  Catlin tried to hold back but once she started laughing she just couldn’t stop.  “So,” Brisa said seriously.  She had convinced herself that her reflection could be acceptable.  Catlin’s response told her the honest truth.  “Wrong then,” she asked after a pause.

At this, Catlin lost control of herself doubling over in laughter.  For a brief moment, the sight of Catlin laughing truly scared her.  Brisa couldn’t place why she was so scared; it had nothing to do with her armor.  It was very confusing.  She giggled slightly.  Part of her wanted to laugh along with Catlin.  Another part was frozen in place and knew that running was pointless.  How could such a kind, generous, and helpful person be so frightening, especially when she’s laughing with a friend?

Catlin saw Brisa’s horrified look.  Looking a little startled as well, she quickly calmed down and spoke again, “If you don’t mind.”  Catlin paused before approaching Brisa.

Brisa’s doubt’s quickly vanished.  She stood before the mirror allowing the experienced warrior to assist her.  Within a few minutes, Catlin had retied Brisa’s armor.  Most of her mistakes were simple ones.  Catlin taught as she fixed Brisa’s gear.

“When am I going to meet your friends,” Brisa asked changing the subject.  The paralyzing fear was gone.  Still, she couldn’t ignore the fact that it was there.  Why was it there?  She gave up trying to remember.  Catlin could not possibly be dangerous.

Catlin had no problem lifting the maul from Brisa’s left holster and onto the mount Brisa never saw on her back.  “We’ll be in West Drop in a few hours.  I think we have enough time for one more meal before we land.”

“So, I’ll meet you in the food court later.”

“Sure,” Catlin said signaling she was done by stepping away.

Brisa looked herself over in the mirror.  She still looked ridiculous.  However, she also looked ready to fight.  She could walk easier though it still took a great deal of effort.

“Okay, out of the gear,” Catlin ordered, “I see some changes I need to make.”

“Like what?”

“I’ll surprise you.”  Catlin was smiling deviously again, “You’ll love it.”

“Okay?” Brisa said walking back into the changing room.

Getting out of the armor was a lot easier.  Her hands moved much faster without the gauntlets.  In a few minutes, she was in her reporter’s uniform again, minus the bowtie.  It was burned too much to tie again.  She left it in the fitting room to be thrown away by the shuttle staff.

“See you in about an hour,” Catlin said as she walked off with Brisa’s equipment in a shopping cart.

Brisa smiled as Catlin walked away.  Things were looking up.

#1Opportunity #17 – Opportunity #19

Champions of Battle: The Very Best – Opportunity #17

Now, Brisa was absolutely certain that she had met this young lady before.  As much as she tried, she failed to place where she had seen Catlin’s face.  It was maddening.  Wherever it was, it must have been at a party or another social event.  Catlin was so fun to be around.

They went through the shuttle’s equipment shop looking for things Brisa could wear.  To Brisa, all of the items looked dangerous or scary but Catlin looked completely comfortable around them.  Catlin even looked a little disappointed at the selection.  She was an interesting lady, funny, possibly dangerous, and familiar with places like West Drop.

“Why are you going to West Drop,” Brisa asked.  She realized she had never thought to ask this before.  Being a reporter, it was odd that she was so off balance.  She could have the first mission jitters, even though it was a short mission.

“A friend of mine has some business in the area,” Catlin said as she picked out a frightening looking maul.  She put it in the cart before continuing, “We are all going with him just to be safe.”  Just then, Catlin had an inspiration.  “Hey!  You know what?  Even after we get your gear, you shouldn’t be alone in West Drop.  You can hang out with us until your mission is done.”

Brisa had to admit, that was exactly the kind of help she needed.  “That would be amazing.  I hope it won’t be a problem.”

“Don’t worry about it.  My friends would be happy to meet a reporter from Champion’s Chronicle.  We watch your station all the time.”

They kept searching through the shuttle shop for more equipment to complete Brisa’s gear set.  Catlin did most of the picking: a cloth mask with a ghastly mantis head painted over the face; blasters and daggers, neither of which Brisa knew how to use; spike accented leather chest armor that was just a little too heavy; ordinary cloth pants; boots and gloves made out of plated metal that were defiantly too heavy.  Each looked dreadful.  They didn’t seem to look good together either.

Both Catlin and Brisa kept joking at just how unprepared Brisa was for real combat.  Of course, combat wasn’t the goal.  No one would know her lack of abilities unless they tried to fight her.  The goal was to make her look like she was ready for combat.  With the right look she could avoid trouble.  Catlin kept promising her friends would be able to help her if things became dangerous.

Catlin walked to the fitting rooms pushing the cart while Brisa lagged behind carrying the maul Catlin had picked out earlier.  Even with the guns and daggers in the cart, the maul looked the most dangerous.

They reached the fitting rooms when Catlin noted her admiration, “I knew you’d like that.  That will be your primary weapon.”

Brisa blushed slightly.  Catlin was right.  The maul was pretty nice.  Brisa posed with it but could only hold the pose for half a second.  The maul was too heavy.

She looked at the rest of the gear.  Not only were they made from different kinds of materials, they were all different colors.  She trusted Catlin’s judgment but she couldn’t help but comment on the gear, “Th… they all look hideous.”

“You’ll fit right in,” was Catlin’s no nonsense answer, “Most adventurer equipment looks like this.”  Having seen a great deal of the world, Catlin knew what she was talking about.  In adventurer cities like West Drop, clothes were meant for function not fashion.

If Brisa showed up in matching armor she would become a target immediately.  A matching outfit meant that either she had bought everything at a shop and was weak or she was an ace warrior that had high ranking enemies and a large bounty.  “I just so happen to be a tailor and enchanter,” Catlin spoke into the fitting room, “If you need any alterations, it would be no problem.”

Brisa was trying to figure out where to put the more dangerous equipment Catlin chose for her.  Brisa was proud when she first put on the reporter uniform but it had to go.  She surely didn’t want to be attacked again.  The event at the shuttle pad was horrifying enough.  She would do anything to avoid landing in a rejuvenation center.

Still, she couldn’t help but think; this lady is really nice and is helping me too much.  Is there a cost?  “Why are you helping me,” Brisa asked.

“Are you kidding,” Catlin said.  The gleeful response made Brisa feel like a bigger celebrity that Jaquan Zu himself.  “My friends just wouldn’t believe that I met a reporter.  They’ll want to meet you.”

“Are you sure our situation won’t be a problem for your friends.  Remember that one lady I told you about in BigBad.  I had no idea she saw me,” Brisa said looking at her scorched bowtie now discarded with the rest of her uniform, “She’s a real piece of work.  I’m sure the other ones are dangerous too.”

Catlin giggled to herself before replying.  “We’ve seen quite a bit of action too,” she said, “I don’t think we’ll have too much to worry about.”

#1Opportunity #16