The Western Frontier: An Episodic, Schizotech Sci-Fi RP (Started)

[Evrant-Knight]

Kristina silently cheered for joy as the worker drones began to die off, each accompanied by a painful sounding groan; which almost made her feel sorry for them, but then she remembered that they tried to kill her and Xion, she signified this by kicking the head of one that was still moving off its chassis with single strike; a smile appeared afterwards. Their victory was short-lived though, as a towering construction mech had spotted the bonfire, and was steadily making its way over to them.

"Oh, crap. Out of the frying pan and into the fire it seems." Kristina said sounding rather worried, but then saw something hurtling down the road, it appeared to be a road buggy of some kind, and it had a familiar driver behind the wheel; the gunslinger from back at the Red Giant, Ray.

 

[JokerboyJordan]

Xion stood amongst the remains of hundreds of mechanical worker droids, their components strewn across the landscape in the immediate vicinity of the two swordsmen, tracks, saw blades, retinal implants, all had met a swift end as blades had pierced and slashed straight through them. Xion himself was having no such fun destroying the robots, their threat level was minimal, with their weapons and tactics rudimentary at best, not having the capacity to remotely endanger him. As he stood in a shallow puddle of motor fuel and oil, he wondered if the other members of the group were being challenged by opponents of similar strength, or whether they had been mistaken for being their superiors and had been targeted by more advanced assassins.

Just as he pondered these thoughts, he heard the screeching and clanking that unmistakably came from large hydraulic joints. Could it be? Something of a challenge?
His ears sought out the direction of the noise, and it was then that his eyes met the sight of something slow and thunderous coming round the corner of the market. A massive mechanical behemoth had since arisen, attracted by their recent collaboration and proceeding bonfire, and had decided to turn it's attention towards him and Kristina. A most valiant thought.

"Oh, crap. Out of the frying pan and into the fire it seems."

He looked over at her, visibly exhausted from her efforts, although she certainly was a resilient one, clearly capable of fending for herself for quite a while longer. Once he looked past her bedraggled state and body quivering with adrenaline, he could see a hardness to those eyes, something foolish, but almost an effervescent quality.

"You need not worry yourself. This beast is not of any different breed than those before, it's enormity only allows for more weakness to exploit. Or as the saying goes - The bigger they are, the harder they fall."

Xion flicked the tails of his coat, causing the accumulated fluids to seamlessly slide off the strange alien hide that comprised it's outer layer. He then stepped over to a small market stall and looked down at it's wares, before retrieving a length of cloth, which he then used to wipe his blade clean of any residue, before turning on it's vibrating function to remove any last fibres for good measure.
He swung his sword against the air, twirling it in his hand before taking on a readied stance, his feet planted firmly and his sword pointed directly at the impending scrapheap.

It was then that he heard the sound of an engine coming from behind the beast; it was a buggy of some sort, hurtling at it's admittedly paltry full speed, heading straight for them. It's driver seemed familiar to him, his augmented vision providing ample zoom on the target's face, it was the cowboy gunslinger from the Red Giant, reinforcements perhaps?

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

The gunslinger in the utility transport was becoming frusterated with the speed of the buggy, fearing he wouldn't reach the large metal beast in time. As he drew nearer the behemoth, he could make out what he assumed to be its new targets. Their faces were familiar, he recognized them as bounty hunters from the café. Before he could ponder further on just what the hell they were doing just standing there, he was forced to start weaving through debris that the mechanical monstrocity made from carelessly charging through anything that it couldn't step over. The sound of hydraulic pistons at work became more audible, though just barely coming through over the thunderous sounds of the beast's crashing footsteps, as Ray trailed behind it. The gunslinger swerved to and fro, looking for opportunity to pass beneath it and hopefully reach the two blade-brandishing bounty hunters in time.

A small window of opportunity presented itself as both Ray and the beast approached a clearing in the cluttered streets. The buggy zipped between the aft pair of large moving pillars and nearly surpassed the fore when the gap closed briefly on the gunslinger. What seemed to be a live Chekadia vendor was spared by the behemoth before Ray - having no option other than risk being wrecked by the beast's legs - burst through the corrugated iron structure, splintering its wooden frame and scattering the metal sheets. Cages of Chekadia were thrown all around and the gabble of the airborne hens were just another addition to the sounds of the absolute chaos. Not more than a few seconds' time and a quick glance after the impact confirmed what Ray thought he'd heard, a cage occupied the passenger seat and within was a rather flustered hen frantically flapping about. The gunslinger was prepared to grab the caged bird and throw it out when realized his attention was needed elsewhere.

With the behemoth was none too pleased about having been usurped by the gunslinger in the buggy, it jabbed with its spindly arms in an attempt to break the vehicle and, in turn, the man driving it. Ray, meanwhile, was swerving and dodging as best he could, his foot firmly on the accelerator as the engine struggled to meet its operator's demands. He was just out of reach of the behemoth when a pointed limb swung fiercely, nearly slicing the main thruster in the rear. The metal beast was now behind Ray and the space between was gradually widening as he sped down the road. Skirting to a halt just mere feet in front of the duo with swords and, without a moment's rest, he clambered into the small bed of the buggy with the materials he brought with him.

"No questions, just get in. You, drive us to the fuel station back the way I rode from. And you, in the back with me," Ray said, pointing first at the male bounty hunter then to the sword-wielding woman next to him. Not willing to let his hands keep idle, he began individually dousing the scraps of cloth he brought in lighter fluid. "C'mon, put the silverware away, we gotta decommission that darned thing."

 

[Broken Orange]

As he laid on his back, listening to the sounds of bells playing in his ears, Lukaas felt a pressure on his chest. Lifting his throbbing head to look at the foreign object only to discover it isn't so foreign.

"Oh hey, Mechty. I forgot you were still here. Thanks for finding my lucky hat. You know, if it wasn't for that hat, I would be dead right now. Lucky me, huh?"

Despite what his body is yelling with every painful movement, Lukaas got up on his unstable legs and started towards the SilverSword.

I'm fucking done with this station, Sunsan. Why didn't you just let me die?

 

[Katherine Kerensky]

Watching Lukaas climb unsteadily to his feet, Mechty opened xer mouth to speak, before stopping xerself and placing a hand on his shoulder instead. Deciding that this was a serious moment, xe quickly removed the hand and chucked it back at the corpse it came from, replacing it with xer gauntlet on his shoulder.
Lukaas seemed rather shaky on his feet, and Mechty wasn't too sure it would be a good idea to be walking off towards the sounds of distant fighting. There were a few cheap, overturned hauler-buggies in the area, used for moving supplies in bulk, but not at high speeds. They could probably find a working one to commandeer, and use it to ferry some supplies with them as well. Never know what may come in handy later. Mechty kept xer grip on Lukaas' shoulder, and waved xer free hand in the direction of a couple of the transports.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"No questions, just get in. You, drive us to the fuel station back the way I rode from. And you, in the back with me." Ray ordered, first pointing at Xion, then to Kristina; both of whom seem confused. He then continued. "C'mon, put the silverware away, we gotta decommission that darned thing." Ray shouted, pointing at the giant construction mech that was fast approaching behind them. Quickly wiping the oil and sweat from herself and her sword, Kristina quickly jumped into back seat with Ray, who was busy dousing individual scraps of cloth into lighter fluid.

"I hope you know what your doing Ray. Come on Xion, the faster we get moving, the faster that thing gets turned into scrap metal." Kristina called out over the sound of the buggy's engine.

 

[JokerboyJordan]

Xion watched as the cowboy swerved the buggy to halt mere inches away from where he and Kristina stood, the wheels screeching across the road leaving choking fumes of tar smoke in it's wake.

"No questions, just get in. You, drive us to the fuel station back the way I rode from. And you, in the back with me."

He watched as the gunslinger pointed first to him and then to Kristina. Before Xion could object and cite that he wasn't the greatest driver in the solar system, Kristina had already hopped into the back of the buggy, and along with Ray, had begun to fuss around with dousing rags in fluid, improvising Molotov Cocktails to attack the mechanical monstrosity.

"C'mon, put the silverware away, we gotta decommission that darned thing."

"Hmph"

Giving a huff to the idea of being ordered about by some space rodeo clown, along with being targeted by hundreds of robot workers, Xion resolved to go with the flow and to put an end to the whole situation as quickly as possible, even if it meant playing along with Ranger Ray here and his pitiful militia weapons.
Sheathing his sword, Xion vaulted over the passenger door, landing directly in the drivers seat with a loud *THUD*. He adjusted the rear view mirror slowly, almost procrastinating.

"Hold on tight" he said before shifting the buggy into gear and pushing the pedal down as far as it would go, giving a sharp judder to the backseat passengers and causing some of the liquids to spill. The small automobile's speed climbed steadily, although it would surely fall behind unless there was more to this plan.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

"Once ya get them rags doused, tie 'em on the handle like this one here," Ray said as he tied one of the doused rags to the the handle of one of the gas tanks so Kristina could see. The gunslinger then reached for the blowtorch and held it up. "Then, once them rags is secure, yore gonna light 'em up with this when I tell ya, then throw them off the back. Be careful when ya get to it - thanks to Lynda Leadfoot up there, the flatbed's practically soaked in lighter fluid. Now, yore gonna wanna toss one when we pass under that big fella, that's so we can get 'im after us. Ya got all that?"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

The buggy began to move at speed as Xion put the vehicle into gear, and with a slight judder due to going over some loose bits of road, it caused some of the liquids to spill on the passengers at the back. Ray then began to explain some of the finer points regarding his plan.

"Once ya get them rags doused, tie 'em on the handle like this one here." He said, tying one of the doused rags to the handle of a gas tank so Kristina could see what he meant.

"Then, once them rags is secure, yore gonna light 'em up with this when I tell ya, then throw them off the back. Be careful when ya get to it - thanks to Lynda Leadfoot up there, the flatbed's practically soaked in lighter fluid. Now, yore gonna wanna toss one when we pass under that big fella, that's so we can get 'im after us. Ya got all that?" Ray then asked Kristina, hoping she understood the plan. She responded with a slight chuckle at the remark directed at Xion, then went to a more serious expression.

"Of course, light these doused rags when you say, but be careful due to Xion's oh so tender approach to driving. Then when we pass under the large construction mech; throw it at the mech so you can no doubt shoot at the fuel tank, causing it to follow us." Kristina responded, simplfying the plan, whilst making it more understandable for those who didn't quite catch Ray's 'unique' dialect.

"Just give the word, and I'll do as you say." She then added, giving a sligtly mischeivous grin.