02-21-2017, 04:04 PM
“Hey! That truck’s gettin’ away!” Janna grinned, “Wonder if it’s got any goodies...”
“I should focus on helping the person currently under pressure from what seems to be an alien in power armor and with another one of those exploding rods!” Ratione unsheathed his blade, tossing it in the air and re-gripping it inversely by the blade, right hand where the base met the guard.
“Uugggh! You’ve got a hero complex guy! Slow down a bit!” Ratione did as he was instructed, taking heavier and heavier steps until he was at a moderate pace. The yordle clambered onto his free arm, pointing at the truck that was speeding away. “You stop that truck, I’ll help the guy in white!” The Furtumin nodded in agreement, and his partner in crime slid off to the ground. The old man turned back to see her tiny body roll across the ground, exploding rod tucked close, before righting herself. The girl lay in a prone position, taking aim and tapping her finger against the trigger guard as the guy in white armor came into her magnified view.
Ratione turned back to his target, commanding his suit to commit to a long, hard burn. The jump pack heated up, roaring as raw-energy was let out full-throttle. His strides became longer, steps quicker, until eventually he only needed to push himself back up every few moments with a swift kick against the ground.
The strange machine moved along the ground on two pairs of wheels, made of some black, squishy substance that allowed it to push itself along as they spun. Of the two front seats, one was occupied, and it did not take an engineer to figure out that this individual, clad in dark colored plate, was operating the strange machine. That would be Ratione’s target.
The power armor closed the distance and intercepted. The Novan veteran took one final, long leap into the lack of sky, killing his jump pack and descending, hands gripping at the tip and middle of his blade, guard held high above him backwards.
The operator of the strange machine looked up, jumping in their seat, and proceeded to fiddle with some controls with a dashboard. They pushed as hard as their robotic legs could against the acceleration pedal, but the it was already at the floor.
Ratione closed in further.
The operator of the strange machine whipped out their forearm mounted cannon, firing light and rapid bursts of yellow energy at the aerial target.
Ratione closed in further.
The operator of the strange machine cried out in a mix of frustration and fear. He inserted a small, square chip into his armor, which began to transform-
The guard of the sword was the first thing to connect with the front of the machine, a millisecond before Ratione’s boots crushed the roof of the front seats underneath him. His armor sank straight through the entire cabin, ripping the operator’s right arm off their body and busting everything in the under carriage out of place. The guard and pommel followed suit, stopped only by the main engine block, but ripping everything else in its path apart.
There was a very loud, very sharp screeching sound as the metal was torn open like a tin can. Multiple pops and bangs as every single part of the machine was suddenly shifted out of place. Then the almighty slap and grind of Ratione’s boots scraping against the ground, momentum carrying him and his target forward still. All of this drowned out the high-pitched wail of pain from the operator.
The back end of the machine suddenly came up and over, contents either spilling out the sides or being catapulted further downward. The entire rig was then skidding along the white ground, upside down, sparks flying, a suit of power armor sliding to a stop with top and bottom of the cabin wrapped around their torso. A hunk of solid steel, pistons and crankshaft frayed out, weighed down his guard as it dragged behind him.
“I should focus on helping the person currently under pressure from what seems to be an alien in power armor and with another one of those exploding rods!” Ratione unsheathed his blade, tossing it in the air and re-gripping it inversely by the blade, right hand where the base met the guard.
“Uugggh! You’ve got a hero complex guy! Slow down a bit!” Ratione did as he was instructed, taking heavier and heavier steps until he was at a moderate pace. The yordle clambered onto his free arm, pointing at the truck that was speeding away. “You stop that truck, I’ll help the guy in white!” The Furtumin nodded in agreement, and his partner in crime slid off to the ground. The old man turned back to see her tiny body roll across the ground, exploding rod tucked close, before righting herself. The girl lay in a prone position, taking aim and tapping her finger against the trigger guard as the guy in white armor came into her magnified view.
Ratione turned back to his target, commanding his suit to commit to a long, hard burn. The jump pack heated up, roaring as raw-energy was let out full-throttle. His strides became longer, steps quicker, until eventually he only needed to push himself back up every few moments with a swift kick against the ground.
The strange machine moved along the ground on two pairs of wheels, made of some black, squishy substance that allowed it to push itself along as they spun. Of the two front seats, one was occupied, and it did not take an engineer to figure out that this individual, clad in dark colored plate, was operating the strange machine. That would be Ratione’s target.
The power armor closed the distance and intercepted. The Novan veteran took one final, long leap into the lack of sky, killing his jump pack and descending, hands gripping at the tip and middle of his blade, guard held high above him backwards.
The operator of the strange machine looked up, jumping in their seat, and proceeded to fiddle with some controls with a dashboard. They pushed as hard as their robotic legs could against the acceleration pedal, but the it was already at the floor.
Ratione closed in further.
The operator of the strange machine whipped out their forearm mounted cannon, firing light and rapid bursts of yellow energy at the aerial target.
Ratione closed in further.
The operator of the strange machine cried out in a mix of frustration and fear. He inserted a small, square chip into his armor, which began to transform-
The guard of the sword was the first thing to connect with the front of the machine, a millisecond before Ratione’s boots crushed the roof of the front seats underneath him. His armor sank straight through the entire cabin, ripping the operator’s right arm off their body and busting everything in the under carriage out of place. The guard and pommel followed suit, stopped only by the main engine block, but ripping everything else in its path apart.
There was a very loud, very sharp screeching sound as the metal was torn open like a tin can. Multiple pops and bangs as every single part of the machine was suddenly shifted out of place. Then the almighty slap and grind of Ratione’s boots scraping against the ground, momentum carrying him and his target forward still. All of this drowned out the high-pitched wail of pain from the operator.
The back end of the machine suddenly came up and over, contents either spilling out the sides or being catapulted further downward. The entire rig was then skidding along the white ground, upside down, sparks flying, a suit of power armor sliding to a stop with top and bottom of the cabin wrapped around their torso. A hunk of solid steel, pistons and crankshaft frayed out, weighed down his guard as it dragged behind him.
"Our fear is our weapon."