A Big Bad Boi
Isra and Merrygold just stared for a time, the neon-blue glow coloring their skin.
Before them, a vault of UPBs and workshops filled a room the size of a small hangar. They were covered in centuries of dust, but Isra saw no flaw in them -- even the batteries were still charged, likely refilled off of geothermal power. Half-constructed weapons, armor, and gadgets littered the tables and floors, as if everyone had left in a hurry.
Merrygold: "Do you know what any of this does?"
Isra: "Uh. Kinda."
Cornelius: "Cheep." (Boom.) Isra only nodded. Still, worry clouded her mind. If Lockette or Mist were here, this room could be used to its full potential. Instead, they would have to make due with what knowledge and skill they had. Not that she was incapable of crafting herself -- far from it -- but her efforts were focused on the hunts. These Androids were still incapable of killing the Kaiju on their own. Isra: "Go get every crafter we have." Merrygold gulped, and then turned and ran back out of the cave. His footsteps echoed for a time, and then disappeared -- they were rather deep underground. They'd found the ruins after one of their hunts had ended in a ravine, and the door that led here went even deeper still, ending in a stairwell before the tunnel just behind her. Cornelius flitted off of her shoulder, and landed on one of the tables before she could stop him. Isra: "Careful!"
Cornelius: "Cheep." (You be careful. I'm a tiny god.) At his touch, the table lit up, neon-blue light shining through the square designs carved into the metal. Then everything lit up. ???: "Hello, Wynrey. Welcome home."
Isra: "Uh."
Cornelius: "Cheep." (Uh.)
Merrygold: "ISRA!" Merrygold's cry bounced down the tunnel, full of fear and desperation. Isra: "Hold that thought!" She ran, her systems screaming to life, the kinetic booster in her body pumping into overdrive. Isra hit the stairwell at a full sprint, taking three steps at a time, passing Merrygold on his way down, and out into the ravine. The Astral Flintlock clicked into her hand as she erupted into sunlight, and the low roar of a dragon shook the stones between her feet. Rastelviri. The dragon folded his wings, plummeting down. Time slowed. A voice whispered in her mind. ???: "Hostile on home ground detected. LEAF Protocol: Warp, Target Wynrey." For a moment, she thought the world had gone dark. Then the visor of her armor's helmet adjusted to the light. It flexed around her fingers -- her armor, the suit she'd left on the Aga Jain -- and the sub-systems jumped to life. Other familiar guns and gear slammed into existence along her belt and hands, sending quakes up and down her spine. And then time slipped back into its normal speed, and the dragon descended.
Isra: "Uh. Kinda."
Cornelius: "Cheep." (Boom.) Isra only nodded. Still, worry clouded her mind. If Lockette or Mist were here, this room could be used to its full potential. Instead, they would have to make due with what knowledge and skill they had. Not that she was incapable of crafting herself -- far from it -- but her efforts were focused on the hunts. These Androids were still incapable of killing the Kaiju on their own. Isra: "Go get every crafter we have." Merrygold gulped, and then turned and ran back out of the cave. His footsteps echoed for a time, and then disappeared -- they were rather deep underground. They'd found the ruins after one of their hunts had ended in a ravine, and the door that led here went even deeper still, ending in a stairwell before the tunnel just behind her. Cornelius flitted off of her shoulder, and landed on one of the tables before she could stop him. Isra: "Careful!"
Cornelius: "Cheep." (You be careful. I'm a tiny god.) At his touch, the table lit up, neon-blue light shining through the square designs carved into the metal. Then everything lit up. ???: "Hello, Wynrey. Welcome home."
Isra: "Uh."
Cornelius: "Cheep." (Uh.)
Merrygold: "ISRA!" Merrygold's cry bounced down the tunnel, full of fear and desperation. Isra: "Hold that thought!" She ran, her systems screaming to life, the kinetic booster in her body pumping into overdrive. Isra hit the stairwell at a full sprint, taking three steps at a time, passing Merrygold on his way down, and out into the ravine. The Astral Flintlock clicked into her hand as she erupted into sunlight, and the low roar of a dragon shook the stones between her feet. Rastelviri. The dragon folded his wings, plummeting down. Time slowed. A voice whispered in her mind. ???: "Hostile on home ground detected. LEAF Protocol: Warp, Target Wynrey." For a moment, she thought the world had gone dark. Then the visor of her armor's helmet adjusted to the light. It flexed around her fingers -- her armor, the suit she'd left on the Aga Jain -- and the sub-systems jumped to life. Other familiar guns and gear slammed into existence along her belt and hands, sending quakes up and down her spine. And then time slipped back into its normal speed, and the dragon descended.
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