07-24-2016, 10:31 AM
It was all right. Toybox Girl shrugged, her twin ponytails stirring a little. That Thor was an odd one at best. Violent and demanding, typical overzealous hero like any other from the Ark. He would fit well in the DOS Union but Toybox Girl preferred her own, WIZ. Wisdom fought with intelligence and cunning as ideal weapons. DOS wanted overwhelming strength, while BRD valued bravery. The worked well in mixed units but there was something of a rivalry in the Union Wars. She hoped that the Beezle would be alright searching on their own for Thor's friends. Given his lack of descriptive power it was going to be difficult for them to find some random person named Red Hood. Named after his fashion choice or for some other reason? Whatever, it was time for TBG to get back to matters at hand.
She needed to find some work. TBG may be able to forgo food and water but that didn't mean she wouldn't need money for eventual maintenance. Omnilium may work for that long term without the need of a mechanic but this stuff was not falling out of the trees. Unless you converted the trees into OM but you didn't get a whole lot of it for converting random objects. The Dataverse forums, which her mind was already touching upon while thinking of the subject, had wild speculations and theories as to which objects were valuable to convert to OM. The main one that seemed to make sense was that it took some kind of subjective value. Akin to magic where objects could have a sort of 'intrinsic' value where science said two objects were the same. Two Bazookas might be the same but for magical concerns a Bazooka wielded by the legendary hero in a great war counted for more than the exact same model from a lowly soldier. She had to know some magical theory, it was essential for self-defense from magical enemies.
At least as she walked idly through the deep whiteness of the Nexus she could entertain her thoughts with the Dataverse. There were many bounties up for the Empire and in Camelot via some third party reports. Camelot didn't officially post them on the dataverse most likely, as they idolize magic over science. Some were interesting, like this 'Ballad' wanted for killing soldiers from the Empire. In fact, there were a lot of those up on the list for the Empire. With her doubts about the sincerity of these two factions, at least this kind of bounty shouldn't lead her astray. Casual murder was frowned upon in most places and it was certainly up there on the Cosmic Ark. Others though, were more mysterious. What were these artifacts and things the Empire lost and needed to re-acquire? Things of power could be dangerous in anyone's hands.
What was next though, nobody could have foreseen happening so casually. Out from the gate, silent as always, strode three robots. Two smaller ones about 1.5 meters high and nearly identical in appearance walked in front of a much larger 5 meter high robot. Each had this sort of spherical body, or maybe there is a better word for a sphere with flat edges all over the place one of which glowed lightly and was likely a robotic eye. The small ones were orange and had stubby legs and arms. Both were equipped the same as well, with a plain boxy looking dark gray gun half of their size in one hand and a slightly larger gun with a round silver barrel in the other. Toybox Girl knew these weapons as Hand Gun and Handy Machinegun, low grade weapons but not without their merit. The big guy though was a darker red in the place of the orange with a spike at the top of his body. His more bulky hands held weapons as big as his two buddies. One was a spiked mace while the other was a gun with a much, much wider opening. The mace was self explanatory but the other was a Bazooka. Compared to TBG's Handy Bazooka, it was slower but larger and more powerful. Worse than all of this, Toybox Girl had yet to actually see the three instead focused on her dataverse link.
"So the boss wants us to check out this Pale Moors place?" said one of the smaller ones. It had no mouth, or really anything that showed he was talking except for slight gestures. The three all didn't have much in the way of expression.
"It sounds lame." Said the other small one.
The big guy had a much deeper voice. "Third, we don't question the boss."
Third replied, "Hey guy, I ain't arguing its just lame."
Second stopped, with the big one stopping immediately while second took a couple more steps. "Right there, who is that? Identifying... ARK model. Fits the Toybox Girl series, variant unknown."
Third said with rising excitement, "A Cosmic Hero here? Man, and I thought this was going to be boring. What's the plan Demouros?"
The big guy, who must be Demouros, said, "We strike fast and hard. Look at her, she is defenseless with her guard down. She hasn't even noticed us."
Moments later warnings blared as a detonation covered Toybox Girl's vision.
LOCK-ON Detection Failure. Damage sustained, major damage to left arm, ADAPT functionality reduced. minor burns to surrounding areas.
Error reports were already being filed and diagnostics trying to figure out why the lock on detector failed to notice enemies taking aim at her. She swore a choice word as her booster flared into life as she quickly launcher herself up and forward into the air through the smoke. She spun in the air toward the direction that the explosion had come from. Her eyes displaying an array of small movements as she analyzed her enemies. Two standard Delgons and an unknown Delgon-type model. Typical Demon Force targets. But more enemy fire blasted the silence away with the small ones firing their machine guns at Toybox Girl while the big one aimed and fired another shell. She opted to bring a Handy Bazooka out into her right, unharmed ADAPT arm. Blue cubes quickly appeared forming into the weapon she wanted, a shorter version of what the big guy had which made it almost ball-ish in comparison.
Bullets struck her in various spots but the shell thankfully went too high. She winced in pain, they were not strong weapons but the marks were more than enough to show that you didn't want to take a full machine gun burst. She pushed herself higher and shot her own shells down at the trio in the middle of them. They paused their own fire to separate, the big guy stepping back while the two small ones moving forward. Toybox Girl shouted, "I thought I might run into the Demon Force eventually, bastards!"
Demouros responded, slowly, "Little 'Hero', you won't survive to tell your allies."
She needed to find some work. TBG may be able to forgo food and water but that didn't mean she wouldn't need money for eventual maintenance. Omnilium may work for that long term without the need of a mechanic but this stuff was not falling out of the trees. Unless you converted the trees into OM but you didn't get a whole lot of it for converting random objects. The Dataverse forums, which her mind was already touching upon while thinking of the subject, had wild speculations and theories as to which objects were valuable to convert to OM. The main one that seemed to make sense was that it took some kind of subjective value. Akin to magic where objects could have a sort of 'intrinsic' value where science said two objects were the same. Two Bazookas might be the same but for magical concerns a Bazooka wielded by the legendary hero in a great war counted for more than the exact same model from a lowly soldier. She had to know some magical theory, it was essential for self-defense from magical enemies.
At least as she walked idly through the deep whiteness of the Nexus she could entertain her thoughts with the Dataverse. There were many bounties up for the Empire and in Camelot via some third party reports. Camelot didn't officially post them on the dataverse most likely, as they idolize magic over science. Some were interesting, like this 'Ballad' wanted for killing soldiers from the Empire. In fact, there were a lot of those up on the list for the Empire. With her doubts about the sincerity of these two factions, at least this kind of bounty shouldn't lead her astray. Casual murder was frowned upon in most places and it was certainly up there on the Cosmic Ark. Others though, were more mysterious. What were these artifacts and things the Empire lost and needed to re-acquire? Things of power could be dangerous in anyone's hands.
What was next though, nobody could have foreseen happening so casually. Out from the gate, silent as always, strode three robots. Two smaller ones about 1.5 meters high and nearly identical in appearance walked in front of a much larger 5 meter high robot. Each had this sort of spherical body, or maybe there is a better word for a sphere with flat edges all over the place one of which glowed lightly and was likely a robotic eye. The small ones were orange and had stubby legs and arms. Both were equipped the same as well, with a plain boxy looking dark gray gun half of their size in one hand and a slightly larger gun with a round silver barrel in the other. Toybox Girl knew these weapons as Hand Gun and Handy Machinegun, low grade weapons but not without their merit. The big guy though was a darker red in the place of the orange with a spike at the top of his body. His more bulky hands held weapons as big as his two buddies. One was a spiked mace while the other was a gun with a much, much wider opening. The mace was self explanatory but the other was a Bazooka. Compared to TBG's Handy Bazooka, it was slower but larger and more powerful. Worse than all of this, Toybox Girl had yet to actually see the three instead focused on her dataverse link.
"So the boss wants us to check out this Pale Moors place?" said one of the smaller ones. It had no mouth, or really anything that showed he was talking except for slight gestures. The three all didn't have much in the way of expression.
"It sounds lame." Said the other small one.
The big guy had a much deeper voice. "Third, we don't question the boss."
Third replied, "Hey guy, I ain't arguing its just lame."
Second stopped, with the big one stopping immediately while second took a couple more steps. "Right there, who is that? Identifying... ARK model. Fits the Toybox Girl series, variant unknown."
Third said with rising excitement, "A Cosmic Hero here? Man, and I thought this was going to be boring. What's the plan Demouros?"
The big guy, who must be Demouros, said, "We strike fast and hard. Look at her, she is defenseless with her guard down. She hasn't even noticed us."
Moments later warnings blared as a detonation covered Toybox Girl's vision.
LOCK-ON Detection Failure. Damage sustained, major damage to left arm, ADAPT functionality reduced. minor burns to surrounding areas.
Error reports were already being filed and diagnostics trying to figure out why the lock on detector failed to notice enemies taking aim at her. She swore a choice word as her booster flared into life as she quickly launcher herself up and forward into the air through the smoke. She spun in the air toward the direction that the explosion had come from. Her eyes displaying an array of small movements as she analyzed her enemies. Two standard Delgons and an unknown Delgon-type model. Typical Demon Force targets. But more enemy fire blasted the silence away with the small ones firing their machine guns at Toybox Girl while the big one aimed and fired another shell. She opted to bring a Handy Bazooka out into her right, unharmed ADAPT arm. Blue cubes quickly appeared forming into the weapon she wanted, a shorter version of what the big guy had which made it almost ball-ish in comparison.
Bullets struck her in various spots but the shell thankfully went too high. She winced in pain, they were not strong weapons but the marks were more than enough to show that you didn't want to take a full machine gun burst. She pushed herself higher and shot her own shells down at the trio in the middle of them. They paused their own fire to separate, the big guy stepping back while the two small ones moving forward. Toybox Girl shouted, "I thought I might run into the Demon Force eventually, bastards!"
Demouros responded, slowly, "Little 'Hero', you won't survive to tell your allies."