“Striga,” Heaven called back, “Seems we’ve got ourselves an enchesne. Apparently Harphin ordered an RD against me, specifically. How shall I proceed?” Heaven had moved away from the cubs, to make her way towards the fissure she had set her turrets upon. She half kicked herself for putting herself in a position to take on four unknowns at once, but it wasn’t like this was the first time she found herself outnumbered in an unfavorable position.
Her confidence, however, had gone up significantly since Godseye had given her a better understanding of what she was now up against.
The audio window in her Vision was replaced by Striga looking intently at his charge. Without wasting a second, he said, “Enchesne has been invoked, and the Fraternity answers in kind.” Heaven tensed her grip on Ever’Nasche, waiting for the command. “Now the harvest is ready. May the light of the Goddess provide a bountiful reaping.”
While not necessarily code, it’d become something of a mantra they’d come to use when confronted with those who entered into PvP. Heaven didn’t fully understand the particulars regarding the turn of phrase, but PvP itself was often relegated to special arenas. It was considered taboo to kill a player anywhere outside of these areas, but there were always those who didn’t care. The offending party almost always ended up with a bounty on their heads. And those bounties were often taken up by her Fraternity.
Heaven spared a moment to lament what she was about to do, but quickly turned that hesitation into steel. Looking at the cubs she just left, she said, “Well Maya, it looks like we’ve got some babies to save. Let’s say we murder some bad guys.”
“Understood, boss,” Yemaya replied. In that same instant, two of the retracted tires shifted into the plantar of its feet, solidifying its grip on the cracked earth and Heaven went to go deal with the offending party.
Heaven started circling, pulling her mobile turrets in closer to close the gap. The two teams were approaching cautiously after her provocation, waiting for her to strike. She had no doubt that they would try to swarm her the first chance they got.
They could try, at least.
As she continued to study the quartet, she came to the conclusion that they were probably well trained, but not quite well-adapted as a team. Their individual postures looked ready to act at a moment’s notice, but that was it. They weren’t looking to watch any of the other’s backs, and that was something she Heaven had every intention of exploiting to the fullest.
Even though Heaven pulled the drones back, she made sure that they were clearly visible and not doing anything other than presenting themselves as an observant eye.
On second thought, there was a lot of money in those drones, and she wasn’t about to let them get shot down because her pursuers got annoyed. With a thought she activated the active camo built into them, and within a second, they were gone.
“Yemaya, care to get me the names of these dead people?” Heaven asked.
A series of lights flickered momentarily on her dashboard before the Frame reported back, “Affirmative boss. Displaying each individual’s names, now.”
In an instant, a name appeared in the peripheral of Heaven’s Vision, as well as beside each individual Rider.
The one who had assumed the role of spokesperson was named Sotomayer. Taking the name to heart, most Riders who chose the Titan style of Erzalis patterned their Assault forms after the classic medieval knights. Sotomayer had not strayed from this path. With a blue-gray color-scheme and orange accents, Sotomayer’s Warden class titan bore a stylized version of greaves, pauldrons and cuirass made of interwoven plates. The interlocking pattern flowed cleanly around his cradle into the faulds of the machine. Heaven could appreciate artistry, but personal aesthetics made her chafe at the atrocious bucket helmet it bore for its head.
A whole suite of sensory and processing devices were usually stored in the head, things deemed important, but not enough to render the Rider defenseless should it be removed. Most riders regarded it like a hood ornament, there to dazzle, but not to incapacitate. Seeing Sotomayer’s plain bucket pretty much told Heaven all she needed to know about the man’s personality.
The other Warden, Set, seemed to have a slightly more elevated sense of pragmatism. His Frame was nearly identical to Sotomayer’s except having slightly more streamlined pauldrons that fit snugly around the shoulders, and a helm that was essentially a head-shaped cannon with eyes.
Interestingly, the scouts were a twin pair named Gav and Larsa respectively. They were identically painted in gunmetal grey with red accents across the chest, forearms, and lower legs. Further contrasting their Warden counterparts, they were all sharp edges and rounded angles, built with speed in mind. Each one was paired with a Warden, looking ready to blitz whoever came into view as opposed to assisting their partners when the battle started.
She didn’t know any of these guys, but it was clear they didn’t really know who the reapers were. That or they did and didn’t care.
Now that she was able to analyze them, Heaven made a slight revision to her plans. Deciding to take the initiative, she took aim at Sotomayer and said, “Yemaya, mana piercer.”
There was a high-pitched ringing sound followed by a click as the bullet was loaded into Ever’Nasche. “Mana Piercer loaded,” Yemaya reported back.
Ever’Nasche lacked a magazine to load rounds into the barrel, instead making use of Yemaya’s void space to load each bullet directly and using the same principle to eject the casing right back in, ensuring there would be no trace of ever having been there. This setup simultaneously gave her access to as many bullets as she could stuff into the space but had the drawback that she had to tell Yemaya which bullet she wished to fire.
An equally high-pitched ringing emanated from the upper portion of Sotomayer’s shoulder where the shield didn’t cover. The bullet ripped clean through his ætheric shield, just above the shoulder joint followed by an explosion of electricity from railgun’s impact detonation.
Heaven didn’t wait to catch his reaction, circling her way towards Set and Larsa, who’s attention immediately turned to Heaven as her cloak fell away the moment she fired. She didn’t give them the satisfaction of a target, however, reapplying cloak of the sky and continuing her circuit around the confused duo.
Continuing to seize on the initiative, Heaven cast her second go-to spell.
Dance of the First Light. Duration: 5 minutes. Range: Self. Create a duplicate of yourself that moves and acts according to your will. The simulacrum can touch and manipulate objects or serve as the origin point when manifesting certain spells or abilities.
A mirror image appeared next to her. Heaven was still circling around the duo, putting herself between them and the fissure, making sure their backs were facing the cub nest. Using the simulacrum as the origin point – its hand pointing in the direction of Larsa – a series of blades appeared around its arm.
Blade Mirage. Duration: Variable. Range: Self.
You create a series of blades within your immediate surroundings. Being composed of pure æther, each blade is capable of bypassing conventional armor, and magical armor so long it is of equal strength.
Whenever a blade mirage strikes living material, damage received is proportional to the summoner’s Will and Elemental affinity.
Six blades flew past Set, towards Larsa. The scout barely registered that he was the target, jumping out of the way, only to be clipped by two of the passing blades.
More electricity exploded from the impact.
Heaven dropped her cloak, revealing herself alongside her doppelganger.
Before anyone could say a word, Larsa dropped into Drive form and began speeding towards Heaven, his twin not far behind him.
“You chose the wrong ones to mess with yautshi! I’m going to enjoy tearing you apart,” Larsa yelled.
“What are you- Get back here,” Set called out. “It’s a trap you idiot. She’s baiting you!”
“Trap or not, she’s still the target. Keep your eyes forward, and I’ll watch our six,” Sotomayer said, reassuring his partner.
Set shook his head, but followed after the twins, shield up, with cannon held snugly within the gun rest built into the shield.
They followed her towards the fissure, recognition covering their faces from the old wound.
“This really that place?” Set said to Sotomayer.
“Looks like it,” Sotomayer said. He glanced around the fissure, expecting an ambush.
Gunfire, and explosions snapped his attention back towards the fissure.
“Gav? Larsa? Report! What’s going on in there?”
Static greeted them in return. Group channels were connected by a combination of ætheric and electrical signals. It was nearly impossible to jam a signal without severely damaging the Frame or Rider first.
“She’s probably tearing them apart,” Set said.
“Told them not to follow. Idiots.” Sotomayer seconded.
“Think we still got a chance?”
“She’s a civvy. There’s no way she can match us in firepower.”
“She’s also a Reaper. You heard the boss. Under no circumstances are we to underestimate her.”
“Bah! You don’t believe that do you? He was just saying that to gas us up.”
“And look what that got Gav and Larsa.”
“They were the support, not the main guns. That’s their own fault for thinking they could do what we were specifically tasked to do. They should’ve stuck to taking out the cubs.”
“And what’s the take for this again?”
“A quarter mill on a four. Maybe two now, if those two don’t make it.”
“That sound like gas money to you?”
A scream cut through their audio before ending as abruptly as it began.
“Hmm. Point taken.” Sotomayer acknowledged.
Raising his shield, he pulled up to one side of the entrance into the fissure while Set took up position on the other. The entrance was wide enough for each of them to ride side by side comfortably. It was a gleaming reminder of how much destructive power the Destroyer brought to bear against the city.
They each dropped a tracker grenade into the opening and waited for the report. The grenade exploded with a sharp em pulse that quickly wound its way down the fissure. It took just a few moments for it to report back a geological map of what lay inside.
Their Visions alighted, displaying two broken Frames, unmistakably the twins, and no Reaper.
Set shook his head, looking to Sotomayer who did the same.
Checking his grip on his weapon, Set called out, “On your mark.”
Sotomayer nodded, putting up a hand, and silently counted down from five.
Set nodded back, cannon held tight, and as soon as Sotomayer reached zero, he turned in towards the fissure and made his way into the cleanly cut scar in the ground.
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Gav and Larsa entering the fissure alone was a better outcome than Heaven could’ve hoped for. She placed her combat drones ahead of the two, calling on their personal void space where a miniature railgun appeared below them. Using her own sight for guidance, the two drones locked onto each target in seconds. The two had slowed down, returning to Assault form as they proceeded forward, checking their blind spots or any sign of movement. It didn’t take them long to notice the drones, surprise registering on each of their faces when they saw the new addition to their frames. Heaven smiled warmly, triggering the turrets she had placed near the entrance.
Heaven didn’t have time to waste as going toe to toe with another Rider in their Erzalis Frame presented several logistical problems. Problems that she would normally never face when going against monsters or defunct machinery run amok.
The first problem, being the most obvious, was that a sentient being was capable of everything she was capable of. When faced with an enemy that could think outside the box and deploy strategies on the fly, the level of danger went up by orders of magnitude.
And as she was outnumbered, it was imperative to have the element of surprise. Having the initiative afforded her a crucial window of time to do as much damage as possible before they adapted to what was going on and retaliated in kind.
The second was psychology. That initial barrage gave her the mental advantage. She made sure they could see that she was capable of going invisible at-will as well as having a clone of her own that wasn’t a mere illusion, but capable of causing them harm just as easily as she could. This worked nicely thanks to her notoriety as a Reaper, and particularly as the Valkyrie.
The twin scouts had a magical output comparable to her own, and she got the impression that even though they were sent to kill her, they were relying more on their numbers, and thus came with tools more suited to bagging the bimble cubs, and possibly her if proof of kill was required.
Gav and Larsa didn’t know what hit them when the first shell tore through their ætheric shielding like shattered glass before shearing clean through their armor. Then came the second round, and the third, and then the fourth.
Both men started to panic, the walls were wide enough for two, but not enough to effectively dodge without slamming into either wall. Larsa started to turn back when he saw the turrets slightly above and behind them, firing with impunity as they slowly crept their way forward, now hanging from the side of the fissure walls. This caused him to push past Gav in an attempt to break for the other direction before Heaven triggered the drones.
The four machines had their targets, methodically destroying each limb before aiming straight for their cradles. The ætheric shielding was normally far denser and could withstand conventional weapons and most spells so long as the Rider continued to feed it with their own personal pool of æther.
Killing players, however, was Heaven’s trade. For all the defenses that Riders had at their disposal, Heaven had something that essentially made it moot for most. Namely, she had a ridiculous amount of money.
Riders were broken into two categories: Sentinels and Civilians. Sentinels were combat focused, while Civilians were trade focused. Heaven had gained a substantial amount of knowledge about guns and vehicles from Everett and put that knowledge to use creating armaments of various types, which her Frame now bore across 90% of its body, save for certain niche parts she commissioned from other crafters.
The results of her work culminated in her being able to generate vast amounts of money from selling those wares to players and Tears alike, and that money gave her the ability to create a certain bullet tailor made to absolutely shred magical shields with the remaining kinetic force dealing with the physical portion. Each round cost around fifty cyn, and at sixty rounds a minute, each sustained burst cost around 180,000 cyn. Heaven didn’t even flinch as both turrets and drones ate through Gav and Larsa’s shields before going through the two Riders themselves.
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Heaven herself, stood not even two meters from it all, Ever’Nasche pointing in their direction with another particularly nasty bullet bearing one of her own spells.
High Caliber. Duration: Single Use. Range: Touch.
You imbue an object with non-aspected force. When launched at range, the object’s density increases by 10 and the object expands by 3.
The ambush was finished, and the targets destroyed. There were still two left, and with the narrow passage, she was actually at a disadvantage. At least, she should’ve been. Heaven cancelled her attack, taking a moment to confirm the two were, in fact, dead. Both her Godseye and Yemaya confirmed it to be so.
About a minute later, Heaven heard a high-pitched bell as a blast of electromagnetic energy passed through the fissure. Under her cloak the energy passed harmless through her and kept on its way down the fissure.
The turrets and drones should’ve been above its effective tracking range, but she wasn’t certain. She did know that her First Light wouldn’t have tripped their scans, so her cover should still be intact.
With the last two Riders on their way, Heaven was now faced with her final problem. It was the same problem that made Heaven as dangerous as she was, and that was due to equipment. Riders had access to various armaments, armor, and accessories to change their Frames from really cool looking machinery to absolute tools of death. And titans were the worst of them all when it came to heavy weaponry, heavy armor, and a veritable grab bag of tools to supplement the two.
Heaven was starting to have a bat complex as she thought about how freakishly rich she had become. She never had much on her because it all went into arming herself to the teeth. This was her way of compensating for being a Civilian. Compensation she was going to need as the two slowly made their way towards her position.
Having her new objective, Heaven reactivated the camouflage on her drones and repositioned the turrets further into the fissure. She followed them inward, due to the myriad of rocks and debris that had fallen in from either the weather or the attack six months prior. It wouldn’t do much to stop their attacks from sheering right through the natural outcroppings, but it would provide her with enough visual cover to pull off her stealth campaign.
Waiting for their arrival, she pulled out a handful of æther ampoules and inserted them into a slot in her dash. Next came the bag of rats, or rather a small army of RC cars that she sent down the fissure towards Set and Sotomayer. With her drones watching their approach, the RC’s had no problem navigating a path directly towards them.
“Yemaya can you give me wind direction and speed?” Heaven said.
“I have provided a sightline for each Rider, boss. You can pick your target at-will.” Yemaya replied.
“Vaht so, I don’t know why I suddenly wanted to go old school. Thank you.”
“No problem, boss.”
“I never asked you, but is there a reason you call me boss?”
“Based on the patterned behavior of your team and affiliated associates, it seemed appropriate to refer to you in the specified vernacular.”
“But nobody calls me boss?”
“It’s ok, boss. I do.”
Heaven turned her head upwards towards the Frame’s head with a curious expression on her face. Yemaya only looked forward, stoic as ever.
“Are you messing with me?” Heaven asked.
“You have been very clear that I am not very good with jokes, boss. So, I don’t normally try.”
“But you do try though?”
“Sorry, I misspoke.”
Heaven ran a hand over her face, unsure of what to make of the Erzalis. The Frame had only begun speaking to her shortly after the calamity, and its speech pattern, while feminine, lacked any of the usual inflections or nuance that would normally be attributed to a sentient AI or presence. She liked being able to communicate with Yemaya directly, however, so she cherished whatever insights it could give her, and their communication, both silent and verbal, had grown exponentially since then. It was in those moments of silence that Heaven really wondered if the Erzalis was just a machine.
Yemaya had projected the sightlines into her Vision with a separate window of each Rider provided by her two drones. They had reached what was left of Gav and Larsa, confirming their deaths and reacting somewhat coldly to what they were seeing. Sotomayer had kicked the remnant of Larsa’s Frame and seemed to be arguing with Set over what to do next.
Set was gesticulating back towards the entrance, while Sotomayer flatly refused, pointing in the opposite direction. Daring to hear what was going on, heaven moved the drones closer so that she could hear the conversation.
“… remind you that she’s one falshing person. I don’t care if they call her the Valkyrie or Princess Toadskat. There’s two of us, and we’re armed to the teeth in a narrow hole in the ground. She can neither evade us, nor fight back. Like, what the falsh are you so afraid of?” Sotomayer shouted.
Set simply pointed at his shoulder and said, “You really going to act like you forgot that she shot clean through your arm with a single bullet. The thing ignored your shield and shorn through your armor like it was nothing. You can’t be this dense.”
“She also had all day to line up that shot. You really think she can shoot with that kind of accuracy once we get moving? No shot.”
“No shot? Dude, she has active camo and a magic copy of herself. It’s very likely she’s listening to us right now! How are you that delusional, man?”
“Nah, don’t go turning coward on me. Just because she’s a calker doesn’t make her invincible, and with that paperweight Frame of hers, I’m telling you, we don’t even have to be accurate. We just need to figure out the vicinity of where she is and destroy everything in a thirty ewl radius of her.”
“She completely deleted Larsa and poor Gav, man. Solus is going to lose it.”
“Absolute grulls. Wasn’t that their second lives?”
“Third. Same as us.”
“Is that why you’re being such a chicken skat? You’re afraid of dying?”
“Yeah, how dare I not want to end up like this for a quarter mil take split between us.”
“I did ask you to walk away,” Heaven interrupted.
Shields went up immediately, followed by a magical shield, and a physical wall of thick stone summoned up from the ground.
The only sounds that could be heard was the sound of rocks settling back on the ground from being displaced. The two men’s attention was torn to either side when Heaven’s drones slowly drifted around the wall gyrating up and down as if to say hello.
“Whatever trick you pulled on the twins isn’t going to fly with us princess. Bet you didn’t notice the barrier we put up above the fissure, did you?” Sotomayer grinned triumphantly. “We’re going to bury you.”
Heaven looked above her. At first she couldn’t see anything, but after a moment she saw it. The shimmer of nanomachines across the fissure canopy was the same stuff that made up the dome of the Caomhnóir. By design, it prevented everything short of a Destroyer from breaching the roaming fortress, and now one was deployed right above her.
“Clever boys,” Heaven said to herself. Staring back down towards the fissure she said, “Ok, Yemaya, I think I’m going to go with plan B. If you would be so kind as to hand me The Big Red Button.”
“Affirmative, boss. RC swarm will reach their destination in thirty seconds.”
“Then it’s definitely time to bust out the popcorn. Deploy, please.”
A series of stands and tripods fell from Yemaya’s void space, forming an enormous gun rest. After each piece was settled, a tether dropped into Heaven’s waiting hand, where she plugged it into the back of Yemaya’s neck, before bracing herself against the massive cannon that eased out of the dimensional space.
“Before we get started, I have a question,” Heaven asked.
Set looked into the camera, ready to drop the wall, and said, “Does it matter? Orders are orders. You should know what that means.”
“I do. Believe me, I do,” Heaven lamented. “But I still have to ask. It wasn’t Harphin who sent you, was it?”
“You always were too smart for your own good. That’s part of why I never liked you,” Sotomayer interjected.
“I had really hoped you turned out better than this, Qa’a. This isn’t how I wanted our reunion to be,” Heaven said.
“It’s fine. I already have the flowers picked o- ahh, you falshing dol’Gurr. You’ll pay for-”
The fissure shook and rang in a reverberating echo as dozens of explosions took the two Riders by surprise. Heaven repositioned her drones and resumed firing. One of the drones continued shooting mana piercing rounds, while the other switched to firing high penetration. The two zigzagged around each other, trading targets in tandom, causing the two to unwillingly give ground to the sudden barrage of explosions and bullets.
As expected, Sotomayer lost his cool, dropping the wall, preparing to rush forward, while Set shouted for him to get back into formation and stick to the plan.
Sotomayer didn’t listen, though, and continued his charge forward before he noticed a light approaching them at high speed. Heaven was dashing at them full tilt, with her arms raised as æthereal swords swam around her.
Just as soon as he saw her though, her body vanished, leaving nothing but streaks of light as the swords whizzed forward. Several of the magical blades embedded themselves into them harmlessly, though Set was quick to notice that each sword was protruding from their joints.
“Sotomayer, stop! It’s a trap,” he yelled.
Sotomayer did as he was told, but only because of the high-pitched whine that could be heard, now that the explosions had stopped.
Set started to scramble backwards, before his Frame dropped to one knee. A moment later he noticed Sotomayer did the same while he struggled to lift his minigun.
Realization dawned on Set as he realized she had done the same thing to him too. Try as he might, he couldn’t lift the heavy cannon due to the blades jamming the connection between the ball and socket in his shoulder. In a last-ditch effort, he faced forward, cramming his strongest shot into his face cannon, and let the little rocket fly forward in a last-ditch effort to buy them some time to recoup their losses.
In a split second, an explosion detonated barely twenty meters from his position as both drones rushed to intercept the rocket.
With a sigh, Set looked at his partner and said, “Do you finally understand?”
Silence.
The high-pitched whine had hit a crescendo making it hard to hear their own words anymore, and by putting up the barrier, they had all but assured that they weren’t getting out of there alive.
“Complete textbook setup,” Sotomayer finally said. “She knew she could get under my skin and knew my arrogance would get the best of me. A hard lesson that just never stuck.”
“So, what are you thinking now?”
“The same thing I always thought… I hate her.”
“I somehow get the impression the feeling isn’t mutual.”
“She’s still going to kill us.”
“Can you blame her?” Set laughed.
“No. I suppose we can’t.”
“Anyway, signal sent. Mission failed.”
“Confirmed. For the glory of the Eye.”
Set sighed, “For the glory of the Eye.”
Heaven listened to their banter in silence, her suspicions confirmed. A pang of guilt washed over her. A guilt that washed away as quickly as it came. They were traitors, and no amount of fond memories were going to change the past.
“Charge complete,” Yemaya reported.
Heaven closed her eyes, searching for any part of her that was able to forgive them. To her surprise, she found that there was plenty of her left that could. Sighing loudly, she said, “I doubt it means much, coming from me, but I don’t hate you. I still remember all the fun we had, and I wish things had turned out differently. But unfortunately neither of us can change the past. Judging by your conversation, it sounds like you’ve made your peace with what comes next.”
“Beam me up Scotty,” Set replied.
“Pull. The Falshing. Trigger,” Sotomayer said through gritted teeth.
Heaven dropped her Cloak of the Sky revealing herself to the two Riders. They both grew wide-eyed as they saw the enormous gun staring back at them.
Set started to laugh uncontrollably at the absolute ridiculousness of their situation and said, “Just a civilian, huh?”
Sotomayer just hung his head in defeat. “Just kill me,” he said.
A blinding ray of light washed over them. At first it did very little damage, but quickly began to ramp up with each passing second. It took a while to strip away their ætheric shielding, and even longer to get through the physical shielding.
Sotomayer’s emotions were running through the gamut, as he considered what he would do if they survived this onslaught, but as he watched his shield slowly melt away, he quickly gave up on any chance of retaliation. It wouldn’t have mattered if they survived or not. They’d still be completely at her mercy, and anyone who was willing to throw something like this at their enemy had no mercy left to give.
Their shields were reduced to slag, and their Frames weren’t faring any better. The shielding over their cradles were the only things keeping them alive at the moment, but that wasn’t going to last long either as cracks were already starting to show.
The assault had been going for nearly a minute straight, and the two had just enough time to consider what kind of monster would create such a weapon that could produce this much sustained fire. But then their final defenses broke. When their ætheric shields broke, they were almost immediately reduced to ash, leaving hardly anything behind of either them or their Frames.
“Targets deceased,” Yemaya reported.
Heaven let go of the trigger, feeling somewhat relieved as the enormous gun broke into useless, burnt up scrap.
Everywhere the beam touched had been turned into glass. Heaven was slightly awed by the amount of destruction she had caused, but knew she was going to have to make another very soon.
Next, she sent the all clear to Striga, and made her way over to what was left of Set and Sotomayer. Making contact with their ashes, she triggered the automatic loot function, which gave her access to their void spaces. There wasn’t too much of note, except for a letter with a very familiar insignia on it.
“I guess this means they’re active again. Why now?”
When prompted to inherit a power, she quickly skipped over taking any powers, and instead decided to raise her stats instead.
All stats have increased by 1.
All stats have increased by 1.
All stats have increased by 1.
All stats have increased by 1.
“Well, at least there’s that.”
Heaven Vi’Oya
Elf –Steel (Water Dominant)
Ērzelis Frame – Yemaya
Scout - Chevalier
Traits:
Accuracy (racial)
Calm
Control
Godseye
Keen Eye
Steady Hand
Abilities:
Clarity
Darkvision
Double Time
Farsight (racial)
Increase Parameter
Quality Up
Quickdraw
Retain Durability
Wheelhouse
Spells:
Light Reduction
Power Shot
Railgun
Cloak of the Sky
Light Tethers
Transfer Ability Score
Blade Mirage
Dance of the First Light
Flash of the Brightlord
Judgement of the Last Light
Tier: Hunter
Æther Slots:
10 of 10
Physical Slots: 40 of 40
Acceleration: +4
Top Speed: 395
Boost Charges: 4
Currency
Cyn-P: 3,457,576
Cyn-E: 74
Cyn-D: 63
Fiziska Gate: :
Might: 19
Reflexes: 29
Durability: 21
Intellect: 24
Will: 21
Ætheric Gate: :
Stratos: B
Flare: B
Luminescence: A
Nocturn: C
Steel: S
Torrent: C
Void: C
Drive: :
Brakes: Reaper
Engine: Reaper
Suspension: Reaper
Tires: Reaper - (All-Terrain)
Core: Dunamis
Booster: Reik Shokk
Weight: 13,277 awls
Combat: :
Head: Wyvern Eyes
Body: Wyvern Do
Arms: Wyvern Kote
Legs: Wyvern Sune-Ate
MainHand: Timber Galatia (SMG)
OffHand: Ever’Nasche (SR)
Special: Wyvern Span (SS)
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-/|/- … and what will you say to her? When you see her for one last time? -\|\-
Everett had barely registered the words spoken to him when a missile slammed just a few feet from him as he careened hard to his left. He was seated in an Erzelis Frame. He recognized that much. His clothing was completely tattered, and his Frame wasn’t looking any better. But all of that was secondary to the scene in front of his eyes. There were Riders all around him, and they were all circling what looked to be a mechanical giant whose torso was mounted onto a tank.
Groups were closing in in waves, all narrowly missing being blown into oblivion, drawing the machine’s attention as it barreled forward to some unknown destination. Another volley of missiles was shot high into the sky when it finally dawned on him.
This was a raid.
This was a raid, and he might as well have been naked for how ill-equipped he was for this.
With the realization finally sinking in, he looked around like his head was caught on a swivel and said, “Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”