06-18-2015, 05:05 PM
Triest slipped in cloaked, the last of the trio to enter the battlefield. Okor and Galel, not that he knew their names, were already being contended with by Erik and Axorn, which left only one other combatant. The landspeeder and whoever the pilot was up above. Getting to it would be easy. With all the chaos in the fight, not many would be paying attention for an invisible combatant. Triest scaled the walls, and then made a jump for the vehicle just as it was taking off.
The land speeder lurched as if something had hit it, but as far as anyone could tell, nothing had. Well, that would be the conclusion if one didn't think about it too hard. Tartaros on the other hand was not so easily fooled. As soon as Triest had scrambled up the side of the vehicle, Tartaros already had his Bolter aimed and fired blindly to where the noise was coming from. Triest, who was also attempting to aim his own shotgun, was forced to take an evasive maneuvers, but the round not only managed to graze his shoulder and break stealth, but also knock Triest's own shotgun blast off, which too in turn, only grazed Tartaros' armor.
"That was one hell of a shot!" Triest had to admit, now throwing himself over before clinging onto the edge. His shotgun was expended, and Tartaros had begun to fire off even more rounds which Triest had to dodge out of the way from. Damn there wasn't a lot of space here.
Triest scrambled over to the front part of the landspeeder, where the controls were.
"Here goes nothing!"
Triest sprang up, grabbed the wheel, and pulled down on it. The landspeeder began a tight spin, forcing both combatants to hold on or be thrown off. Tartaros slowly made his way towards Triest, keeping a grip on the vehicle, and swung with his... is... is that a chainsword? Triest was not having it. He spun the wheel in the other direction before letting go and ducking, forcing the vehicle to abruptly stop and start turning in the other direction. Needless to say, keeping a grip on anything was proving to be a challenge, much less actually hitting anyone.
And then Mr. T spoke up, "I pity the foo' who-"
"That's not a weapon is it?" Triest remarked, cutting the sock puppet off. This was getting ridiculous, and dizzy. Tartaros leaned in with another swing, first from the right before an upward swing. Triest ducked under it, and then leaned to the side to doge the followup swing before backing up into the controls. Turns out pushing a lever causes the whole vehicle to aim straight down. Triest yelped, before climbing to the underside of the vehicle as Tartaros clung onto the controls, putting the lever back into its place, and bringing the entire thing right back up again just before it slammed into the floor of the museum. Triest then poked out from underneath, now with a loaded shotgun, and this time just flat out missed. But he did score a direct hit right into the front of the lander. Right through the controls and the engine. It wasn't his fault, his vision was all hazy from being spun before suddenly being dropped.
"What's so important about this artifact anyway!?"
The land speeder lurched as if something had hit it, but as far as anyone could tell, nothing had. Well, that would be the conclusion if one didn't think about it too hard. Tartaros on the other hand was not so easily fooled. As soon as Triest had scrambled up the side of the vehicle, Tartaros already had his Bolter aimed and fired blindly to where the noise was coming from. Triest, who was also attempting to aim his own shotgun, was forced to take an evasive maneuvers, but the round not only managed to graze his shoulder and break stealth, but also knock Triest's own shotgun blast off, which too in turn, only grazed Tartaros' armor.
"That was one hell of a shot!" Triest had to admit, now throwing himself over before clinging onto the edge. His shotgun was expended, and Tartaros had begun to fire off even more rounds which Triest had to dodge out of the way from. Damn there wasn't a lot of space here.
Triest scrambled over to the front part of the landspeeder, where the controls were.
"Here goes nothing!"
Triest sprang up, grabbed the wheel, and pulled down on it. The landspeeder began a tight spin, forcing both combatants to hold on or be thrown off. Tartaros slowly made his way towards Triest, keeping a grip on the vehicle, and swung with his... is... is that a chainsword? Triest was not having it. He spun the wheel in the other direction before letting go and ducking, forcing the vehicle to abruptly stop and start turning in the other direction. Needless to say, keeping a grip on anything was proving to be a challenge, much less actually hitting anyone.
And then Mr. T spoke up, "I pity the foo' who-"
"That's not a weapon is it?" Triest remarked, cutting the sock puppet off. This was getting ridiculous, and dizzy. Tartaros leaned in with another swing, first from the right before an upward swing. Triest ducked under it, and then leaned to the side to doge the followup swing before backing up into the controls. Turns out pushing a lever causes the whole vehicle to aim straight down. Triest yelped, before climbing to the underside of the vehicle as Tartaros clung onto the controls, putting the lever back into its place, and bringing the entire thing right back up again just before it slammed into the floor of the museum. Triest then poked out from underneath, now with a loaded shotgun, and this time just flat out missed. But he did score a direct hit right into the front of the lander. Right through the controls and the engine. It wasn't his fault, his vision was all hazy from being spun before suddenly being dropped.
"What's so important about this artifact anyway!?"
Quote:[spoiler]Combat Log
Triest and Tartaros go for a ride, before landing right inside the museum.
Minor injuries sustained on both sides. 'Tis but a scratch!
Landspeeder is damaged, and is possibly broken.[/spoiler]