Ardul has been spending time in Saren’s Rest, picking up work here and there. OK, a lot of work. It’s been keeping her busy and comfortably flush with credits. It also means she’s fallen into a routine. Return from Vanished Point, turn in her salvage, get paid, buy a meal and return to her apartment in Holi Inn. Sometimes she’s meets up with Hunter, one of less than a handful she’s grown to trust in this new dimension.
Todays no exception and the winged D-Bee wends her way through the beings in the street, silver armour a little dulled from the days efforts but still glinting as the lights catch it, heading towards ‘home’.
She’s being followed though – not that she’ll pick it – by two Cyborgs. Highly technical beings, even for Rifts Earth.Hunter isn’t always at the same place. His work takes him into Vanished Point but just as often takes him into Vesper and he’s often there multiple days particularly when he’s asked to do something longer ranging along the western or southern borders.
This week it’s been coastal protection. The powers that be think that some robot patrols down the coast might deter pirates. Hunter thinks they should pay for a navy but hey, it’s their money.
He’s only just gotten back half an hour ago and he’s making his way through the streets of Saren’s Rest on foot not far from Ardul.
Ardul turns down a street, the crowd thinning a little. She’s heading for home, her food in containers in her hand. She’s easy enough to see, those wings stand out as does her armour. This street is less populated.
The Cyborgs close in on the woman, splitting up to flank her. “Baron Knight Trasinger, you are sentenced to death for Treason.” The voice sounds slightly metallic and echoes a little in the helmet the being wears. Without further words, both Cyborgs draw cylinders from their belts and energy swords ignite.
They look //a lot// like the one Arduls uses.
Arduls food goes flying as she spins, trying to see both of the creatures and she draws her own energy sword, igniting it with a hum. That delay costs her though – the second Cyborg brings round at her neck, trying to decapitate her.Hunter heard the threat. The challenge. He can hear the energy swords ignite. As he turns his long coat spins behind him, revealing that laser revolver he has. Faster than most can follow it spins into his hand and…
It sounds like one shot at the back of the one closer to Ardul. It’s actually the entire cylinder. All six shots, fired so quickly it sounded like a one.
The Cyborg twitches as the six shots hit it, causing it’s blow to go wide, bouncing off the winged womans armour. Fluid trickles from some of the bullet holes and the thing twitches again, turning to face the Wolfen. “Step aside.” it says in its hollow voice. “This is a Royal Sanction. Termination of an enemy of the crown. Further assistance will draw the same sentence.”
The second Cyborg is already bringing it’s sword around on Ardul. Trying to incapacitate her before the execution.
“You are the traitors.” Ardul cries as her sword rises to parry the second blade. She recovered very quickly and moves just as fast. “And you will not prevail.” The blade descends again, nearly severing the Cyborgs arm.Hunter reloads and flips the cylinder of his revolver shut. This time rather than shooting from the hip he brings his arm up to full extension and aims right down the barrel at the Cyborg in question.
“You’re talking, but all I hear is ‘blah, blah, blah.'”
That was a ‘sod off’ in case it wasn’t clear. But it’s going to be because Hunter shoots again. Only one shot, this time aimed right between the eyes of the winged woman.
The Gunwolf gunslinger can be a bit… peremptory sometimes.
“Subject: Star Wolf, male. Identified as an enemy of the cro—-” The Cyborgs words die as Hunters aim is true and the thing drops to the ground in a heap. It doesn’t even get the chance to swing at the Wolf.
The second Cyborgs arm is hanging loose at it’s side, ‘blood’ pouring down it. With another swing, Ardul removes it completely before spinning it to face Hunter. “Shoot it, before it transmits.” Raising her sword again, she drives the blade into the back of the Cyborg. Trying to disembowel the thing.Hunter swings his weapon around and fires. He’s not even looking though it seems like he’s aware of where his target is. Tracking by hearing perhaps? Or is his arm not the full extent of his bionics? Either way it’s a pair of shots and both seem rather accurate. And come to think of it, he’s a pretty fair shot when he’s in his bot too. Not that the skills are identical but they are certainly related.
Hunters shot hits the Cyborg right between the eyes just as Arduls sword runs it through. It remains standing until she takes the sword out, planting a foot in its back to topple it.
“My thanks, Hunter.” She says, grey eyes hard as she bends and starts searching the bodies. “I hadn’t expected they would be here so quickly.” She starts to dismantle the chest cavity of the Cyborg in front of her, ripping a small flashing module from it. Eyeing the module, she drops it to the ground and crushes it beneath her heel. She turns to the other downed carcass and repeats the search.
“That was excellent shooting and I’m grateful for it, but I suspect your assistnace may draw some unwanted attention to you.”Hunter holsters his weapon and grunts. “They can send whatever they like, so long as they don’t want it back. This is trouble from home, I take it?”
He wonders how they found this place. The multiverse is large and it’s a little bit amazing that whomever they are knows where here is.
With the modules destroyed, the winged warrior glances over her shoulder and nods slowly, before continuing her examination of the bodies. “Yes. Royal Men At Arms. Well, they are now. Princep Fredrick” she sneers the word “had them designed for his purposes. His killers, those who do his dirty work for him. I need to stash these bodies so I can reclaim the larger pieces. I can use some of it … for my armour. My apartment is just round the corner.” She’ll make it into a workshop, sort of.
How they found this place isn’t addressed. Maybe she doesn’t know. One things for sure, she’s done this before – the killing and stripping.
“Your very quick with your shooting. I’m impressed. Did it take much adjustment to achieve that?” She bends and picks up the first body. Hunter should be able to lift the second – it’ll be heavy – much heavier than Ardul makes it look.“My arm is tuned for speed and reflexes. So yes.” Hunter leans down and hoists one of the cyborgs over his shoulder. It takes both arms. This thing’s heavy. But he’s stronger than he looks by a good margin. And he looks pretty strong.
“Lead on.” There’s not much else to say. No one in Saren’s Rest is likely to care about the shootings. No one will come investigating from the Sherrif. It’s just that kind of town.
Ardul watches as the wolfen hoists the Cyborg, an impressed look crossing her face. “May I ask, how long you’ve had that?” She turns to lead them onwards, the Holi Inn, where her apartment is just down the way. If she had her guess at how long he’s had the arm, it would be a while – he’s comfortable with it, not awkward as he might be as he gets used to it.
No one will come looking into this – this was amongst the denizons of Sarens Rest and nothing Sarenthons was damaged.“Years.” It’s not a very specific answer. But it’s the only one he’s giving at the moment. Once they’re in Ardul’s room in the Holi Inn, he sets the body lightly down on the floor. He’d dump it… but it’s heavy enough that he doesn’t want to damage anything by dropping it.
It’s going to get messy in here. He hopes Ardul has a bathtub or something to work in.
“I suspected as much. Takes time to adjust to the implant and time to balance the tuning to the brains response.” Arduls noted that he doesn’t share much and she doesn’t press the issue. These things come in time, if they ever do. It’s why she hasn’t asked what happened to cause it or if that’s the only cybernetics he has.
She sets cyborg down next to Hunters one, eyeing them before turning back to him. Using her apartment will be messy, yes. But it’s what she has for the moment. She’ll need somewhere else to work in the long run, she knows that. And yes, there’s a tub, just not a big one.
“I’ll strip what I can a little later. Right now, I’m damn hungry and they made loose my dinner. I’ll have to see what I can whip up here.” she’s grumbling a little about that. He’s welcome to stay if he likes “I suspect there’s at least two more of these out there. As I said, they’ve marked you. Please, exercise caution. Though I’ve seen you can handle yourself.”“They haven’t seen what happens when I get angry.” Hunter snorts as he looks over the two cybernetic corpses. It’s advanced tech. Maybe as advanced as Earth during their golden age. Maybe more. Hard to say without taking it apart and the wolfen isn’t that kind of gearhead.
“If you have enough I’ll stay for a quick bite. I didn’t have any plans particularly.”
The cybernetics are extremely advanced and Ardul seems to be incredibly comfortable at the thought of stripping them and reusing the parts. Hunter might not be a gear head, but it looks she is.
“I’ll have enough, it will be a mix of things though. I hadn’t planned on cooking tonight.” She answers, removing her armour – breast and back plates first leaving her in a gambeson like vest, which shows the thick ropey scars over her shoulders. Next go the arm pieces and bracers, then leg pieces and greaves.
“I’m not sure I’ve seen you get angry.” The winged warrior murmurs, casting the wolfen a curious look. “I did see what you did down there, though. I take it there might not be much left of the corpses if that happens?”Hunter simply smiles a tight, toothless smile. “No one’s seen me get angry recently.” And yes that might result in destruction. Lots of it.
The wolfen finds a seat and claims it as Ardul gets out of her armor. Unlike her, he’s not in any, so there’s nothing really to get out of.