Convince these apocalyptic loons that I am their god. Or a prophet or something.
[2] "FOOLS! I AM YOUR GOD! HOW CAN YOU KILL A GOD?!"
They proceed to stuff you into some kind of device, presumably culinary in nature, and argue loudly about 'nutrition points'.
[Quietly] “Why did this happen to me.”
[Loudly] “Listen, my name is Dariel Aegis, I’m one of the managers, and I assure you, we want Idols just as much as you all want to pilot the things! But before any of that can happen, I need to know if we even have an Audition Center where we can assess you, let alone knowing where it is! So if you are even hoping to get a position with us, I suggest you stop rioting and start being productive and looking for this thing!”
Dariel also gets ready to deploy a force shield in the case the nearby crowd responds poorly to his declaration and tried to attack him.
[6] The crowd immediately turns of each other, screaming that they are the One True Idol here.
This involves grenades.
[5] You are knocked from your perch by concussive force, landing on a veritable sea of even-more-rioting candidates. They begin to grasp and
tear, but fortunately Gunboat swings down on a severed cable, grabs you from the mob, and tosses you into a rent in the ceiling before leaping in herself. Someone promptly follows this up with a grenade, and the two of your are hurled via explosion through a cable shaft.
You skid to a smoking halt at some point, thoroughly convinced you have had better days than this.
[6] On the bright side, there's another hub just ahead. [6] On the less bright side, a Cloy appears to have hardwired herself into it and is literally glowing with power.
She notices you, obviously, and begins charging up for something. Gunboat finally notices and dislodges the shiv in her shoulder, staggering a bit.
”Who is that you are talking to? Do you lead a group? I’ve never seen people smile that wide before, if it starts to hurt your mouth you can lower the smile intensity”
"What? No! Just... friends, is all! Hahahaahaha... hah... ha ha ha ha ha... ha..."
She glances nervously at her communication device, which probably also has a clock in it.
The noise becomes the loud and distinctive hum of atmospheric propulsion craft, and several heavy black shapes streak overhead.
"GOODNESS LOOK AT THE TIME LET'S GO GO GO!" she yells, running full-tilt back towards the base. The ships drop low and brake hard, disgorging several black-clad soldiers armed with heavy rifles. They immediately take up positions in cover at the front of the building and start shouting orders.
dizzy think right right left left up down... ah,
Right, cutthroat business. Star Flash!
FLASH. Blind everyone else and grab the white one next to me. Time to make a retreat to the medical center. In one direction
dizzy think right right left left up down... ah,
Right, cutthroat business. Star Flash!
FLASH. Blind everyone else and grab the white one next to me. Time to make a retreat to the medical center. In one direction
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C0MMY spirals down towards the girl in white, fits spinning while informing her of her impending doom. The Glamour Gals lock arms into a living wedge and launch themselves forward like an ill-advised go-cart. Jormungara blasts a beam of purple at the target.
Tim creates a bright flash, dazzling everyone nearby and slightly throwing them off.
And the girl in white... well, first she clutches her head as the purple attack connects. Then she rocks back as a spinning robot rams into her. Finally, she's hurled out the window by a phalanx of robots, who go out right along with her.
She glares at the situation in mid-air, but doesn't seem out for the count yet.
Get the tank moving outside this time, and press the excess idols into crewing it. Lets get to the target and break away.
Also, too many. Should be a squad and 3 others, not like 11.
((That was the plan, but a bunch more made it in while you were trying to get the ones you wanted. You can't swear each claim is unique; everyone's talking at once and you just met these jackasses and you're trying to pilot a tank here.))
[5] "ALRIGHT CREW TO YOUR STATIONS, WE ARE MOVING OUT!" you bellow with the last of your air. Everyone scrambles for a position immediately, allowing you to get off the ground and stagger to the pilot's seat, which now has some kind of weird hoverpod in it.
Eh, close enough.
[3] You barrel out without
too much incident, but some kind of military force you don't recognize has apparently taken up position at the entrance and a dull explosion rings out from underneath you as you break free. Hopefully no damage, but it's hard to tell sometimes.
[1] A very loud whirring-lasers sound also starts up from above, and the hatch starts to glow faintly red. You don't like the look of that at all.
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