Saren’s Rest, and indeed most of Vanished Point, is kept from flooding by an ingenious series of flood control measures designed by the ancients during the height of the Golden Age to keep mega-city viable in all manner of ecological disaster scenarios. The fact that any of it, let alone most of it, still works after slightly over a year of neglect, sporadic amateur maintenance and off and on fighting is something of a minor miracle.
Even miracles need help sometimes, though. The seas of Rifts Earth are dangerous and more importantly full of all manner of beast and creature that didn’t used to be there three hundred years ago. Two of them took an immense dislike to one another – the key word being immense – and their fighting just off the ‘shore’ of the city has been sending large waves rolling in every direction and flooding parts of the streets. The locals have responded with their usual ramshake ingenuity and called everyone to help build a wall along the exposed portions of the southern end of the town where the water is coming through. There’s no shortage of scrap laying around, after all.
Hunter Greymane is using his bot to set a couple of I-Beams in place, propping up one of the saggier portions of the newly built wall. Other denizens are welding, hammering, stacking or just moving scrap metal and ferrocrete from a big pile behind him to several smaller piles that people can use. The work has been going on for an hour ish. It’s mostly finished. Hopefully. At the moment.
Sindri is one of those people with a bot to help..and help he will. <Also potentionally a reason to use his bot’s systems to spy on the sea gods fighting for later watching>. If there isn’t an appropriate sized piece of scrap to hold up, or he’s directed..those vibro blades flash out to cut things roughly to siz so he can brace it for welding. All whilst recording away quite happily! Giant sea kings<queens?> fighting is rare for him to witness!
Hovering beside Hunter’s bots head, on great grey wings, is Ardul. The winged woman has been ferrying materials from the ground to the wall since this all began. Her silver armour, which is normally gleaming, is sodden and the salt from the water is leaving a residue. Every so often she casts glances out to sea “Giant sea creatures? I’d love to see them…” she’s speaking to the Wolfen as they work.
Nudging the end of the beam the bot is holding so it slips into the slot they’ve created. She looks at the pile of materials below them and heads down “Hey there…” she says to Sindri as he cuts another length of beam to size. “… thanks for that.” She takes it, lifting it with surprising ease … returning to Hunters side.“Well take a look.” Hunter mutters. “They’re right out there…”
Sindri isn’t the only one drawn to the spectacle. The upper floors and roofs of many of the nearby buildings are lined with people not working on the wall. And who can blame anyone for wanting to stare. The beasts are massive. One of them is fang mawed… well calling it a fish seems almost inadequate but it’s similar except with crocadile like jaws. It’s absolutely massive, half a mile from one end to the other if it’s an inch. The thing it’s fighting? No one has quite seen it’s body yet, but the tentacles – many of them – thirty feet around easily.
Rifts nature at it’s rawest and most brutal.
Of course there are people taking bets. Which is Rifts economics at it’s most brutal.
A massive thrash sends a huge wave against the wall and about a hundred feet away from Sindry part of the wall bursts. People scramble to plug the hole but it’s pretty big and threatening to collapse a whole section of the make shift breakwater. Pretty soon the folk working on that part are waving for any augmented assistance they can get.
Sindri has local comms on; that is direct voice to those nearby. Though he’s patched into any radio networks too. “I’m recording it!” He insists to Ardul before shifting to slam his Ulti into the collapsing wall, bracing it, actuators struggling against seawater, but he has faith in the bot to not get swept away before people can begin repairs. Though lord is the Bot gonna need a new paint job. “We could a bloody mage to summon like..walls.” He quips.
“I meant when we weren’t busy working …” Ardul murmurs in response to Hunters mutter. “Seems to have drawn a bit of a crowd though. Hope they don’t any closer, though.” She nudges the beam she’s carrying into place just as the section not far from them bursts.
There’s enough bots there to shore that up for the moment and she moves, grabbing some ferrocrete to place over the breach. She’ll need someone to ‘weld’ it into place.A mage who knew how to do that would be helpful. A trio of psychics prove just as good, though. Sindri’s sturdy bot buys time for a group of telekines push the water back and actually form a small force wall that enables people like Ardul to weld new wall in place. Hunter comes along in his Gunwolf with some more girders to prop it up. Before too long the wall is good as ramshakle but new.
Another splash sends a large wave over the top, slapping everyone with more salty spray. This time the wall holds. When it doesn’t immediately spring any more large leaks people start backing off.
Looks like they did it.
And besides there’s still a show on. The big fish-croc thing now has tentacles wrapped around it’s lower jaw and much of it’s body but it has managed to lift some kind of enormous spiked hellsquid out of partly out of the water. An eye the size of a small car glares balefully at everything as the two titans of the deep struggle, sending more waves washing up against the wall, but not breaking it.
There’s a fair amount of blood in the water now and the next wave that tops the wall has something in it.
Teeth? They look like teeth but they’re the size of a man’s arm and wickedly serrated. They’re also really, really hard. People stare for a moment before starting to gather them. Those have gotta be worth something, right?
Sindri is wary of cascading hell teeth..until it becomes apparent they aren’t immediately dangerous..he’ll collect one before leap/bounding to an elevated position. “What happens if the victor decides to attack the levy?” He asks..you know, doom and gloom, some one has to do it. “Do we have any thing to..stop such things?” It seems the Ulti Pilot isn’t sure his bot could hurt those things!
“I’m going to spend the evening cleaning my armour…” Ardul grunts as puts the finishing touches on the repair. She’s sodden and her blonde hair lays lankly down her back, from under her helmet.
It’s not the teeth raining down that bothers her, it’s the crowd that starts to gather them. “I hope this doesn’t turn into a riot, Hunter.” she says, standing back, ready to intervene if people get a bit a … grabby.
“If the victor decides to attack the levy, I imagine we’ll see Sarenthon … ” the blonde has been doing her research it seems “… don’t you think, Hunter?” She can’t imagine the Dragon letting something attack //his// city.Sindri’s concern is well founded. Both the beasts are large enough that it’d take half the town to repell them and they might do serious harm before that happened.
But then Ardul’s words prove true. A roar sounds out high above and a shadow covers the sun. It’s Sarenthon. The immense horned dragon circles and calls out again, warning the fighting beasts below. Large as he is, and he is quite large, Sarenthon doesn’t even come close to these thing’s for sheer size.
But he doesn’t need to. Whether by design or chance the beasts begin to sink beneath the waves and the fighting, while it does not stop, seems to turn to more warry circling as the two creatures move further out to sea.
There’s a great deal of oily blood still floating atop the rather disturbed waves and already, entprising as the locals are, some boats are headed out to collect it.
“Well…” That was interesting.” The hatch at the back of Hunter’s bot hisses and the tall grey wolfen emerges. “Nice work there pilot.” That’s to Sindri.
Sindri’s own cockpit will unseal as the sea calms, so he can see things with his own eyes. “Quite..glad they didn’t get closer. I do not think even our Bots would last long…” He admits, and he’s the one with Naruni fields to try and compensate for such things! “Smells like …” It isn’t the smell of death he’s used to, he isn’t sure, but now he leans out from his cockpit to watch a -dragon-. “You too. They ought to buy some stripped bots just for repairs..”
“Ah, there we go…” Ardul watches as the dragon appears and uses her wings to lift her up to get a better view. The way she watches shows her soldiering background. Assessing the way the Dragon approaches and how he chases them off.
“Well, I imagine we’ll have a lot of seafood in the restaurants for the next few days …” she says as the ships start to head out. “Interesting he didn’t open … fire on them….” that’s said distractedly as she turns to Sindri. “That was good work, my thanks for the assist. How are you called?”Elder dragons are rather majestic and now Saren has most of the attention. He doesn’t land. He circles a few times and then descends back toward the eastern end of the city where his lair is.
Hunter whistles low. “I see why people bother to pay his taxes.”
Saren doesn’t do much on a day to day basis and doesn’t really care about the people who use his territory. But he is very, very good at protecting it. This place wouldn’t exist without him.
“Sindri isn’t it?” That’s for Ardul’s benefit as much as Sindri’s. “I believe we’ve worked together once or twice. Aren’t that many Ultimaxes running around.”
Sindri grins broadly when his bot, more then him is remembered. “No, I suppose there is not, with the entire ocean to cross.” Not to mention damnably hard to acquire black market bit! “But yes..I am Sindri. Last time I was here..I believe were watching the trail end of a riot trashing bars..”
Watching Saren circle and bank, Ardul draws in a breath. “Majestic isn’t he? And with a well deserved reputation. I feel much better paying his taxes …” As the Dragon disappears from view, she perches near Hunter and looks at Sindri “Ah, yes. I’m Ardul and this Hunter…” the blonde offers Sindri an apologetic smile. The riot had actually been Vesper but she doesn’t mention that. “So what bought you to Sarens Rest? Seeking fame and fortune?”“That happens yes.” Riots and the smashing up of bars. The second more than the first, of course.
Hunter imagines that Sindri is here for what more or less everyone else is here for. A shot at fame, glory and riches coming out of the demon infested Vanished Point. He’s got one of the best kinds of tools for it after all. Still, he waits to hear what Sindri has to say. People come here for all kinds of reasons.
Sindri rolls his shoulders at the question of what he is doing here. “Wanderlust I suppose. I don’t maintain any long term contracts, so I just drift along when ever some one pays me to make sure they get to one place or another.”
“Well, if you’re after casual employment, this is this place for it. Lot’s on offer and lots of people are seeking escorts into the city.” Ardul gestures to Vanished Point. “It certainly keeps me fed and my armour working.”
As she talks, she glances over Hunters bot looking for damage “Your Bot doesn’t seem to have taken any damage, Hunter?” It’s a question. If it has, they’ll have to hit the workshop to repair it.
Hawker, being jacked into local comm systems, is still monitoring for other places needing help. Which it seems are needed as he suddenly seals his cockpit. “Got another leak!” He explains as he begins to run/jump along the dam!