04-03-2017, 10:39 AM
The group of liberators slowly advanced down the trash-strewn alley. Their Liberator Aides crackled with static, and a low, mechanical whirring noise. The sleek, advanced architecture of the city seemed to be throwing them into momentary chaos, trying to pinpoint the exact location of the thread it was picking up.
Finally, they managed it, resolving from blank static to a basic radar. A single, bright red symbol blipped on the screen. Slowly, steadily, it advanced forward, from down the alley, around a corner. Listening intently, the entire group could eventually hear it. Steady, mechanical, plodding, and heavy. Footsteps. Just one set of them, but with a measured rhythm, and unnaturally heavy clang to each stride.
An acrid smell of smoke and burning metal filtered down the alley, as an eerie purple glow started to suffuse everything. And then, slowly, more signatures started to crop up on the radar. First just one more, then two more, then three more...until there were six more, scrambling over hell and bywater to catch up to the one slowly advancing on the liberators.
And with an echoing, stomping stride, it came around the corner. Towering in at nearly seven feet, composed entirely of shining, silver metal, dripping with viscous black ooze from every joint, surrounded by a flickering glow of purple flame. Red light burned in empty eye sockets, and a stark, harsh red glare shone from, presumably, a power core in the chest. Wordlessly, one arm raised, a blue glow shining from a small cannon barrel atop the wrist, and it continued its slow, steady advance. "DE-LETE." A bolt of energy erupted from the cannon, streaking down the alleyway and missing the group, tearing into the wall behind them and producing a shower of dust and pebble-like shards of rubble. "DE-LETE." Another shot, this one scoring much closer to impact. Several more creatures poured around the corner, a motley crew of various aliens and citizens of Coruscant, all of them openly and clearly corrupted, eyes blazing red, black clouds of mist surging out with every ragged breath.
"DE-LETE!" the lead darkling intoned again, continuing his advance.
Finally, they managed it, resolving from blank static to a basic radar. A single, bright red symbol blipped on the screen. Slowly, steadily, it advanced forward, from down the alley, around a corner. Listening intently, the entire group could eventually hear it. Steady, mechanical, plodding, and heavy. Footsteps. Just one set of them, but with a measured rhythm, and unnaturally heavy clang to each stride.
An acrid smell of smoke and burning metal filtered down the alley, as an eerie purple glow started to suffuse everything. And then, slowly, more signatures started to crop up on the radar. First just one more, then two more, then three more...until there were six more, scrambling over hell and bywater to catch up to the one slowly advancing on the liberators.
And with an echoing, stomping stride, it came around the corner. Towering in at nearly seven feet, composed entirely of shining, silver metal, dripping with viscous black ooze from every joint, surrounded by a flickering glow of purple flame. Red light burned in empty eye sockets, and a stark, harsh red glare shone from, presumably, a power core in the chest. Wordlessly, one arm raised, a blue glow shining from a small cannon barrel atop the wrist, and it continued its slow, steady advance. "DE-LETE." A bolt of energy erupted from the cannon, streaking down the alleyway and missing the group, tearing into the wall behind them and producing a shower of dust and pebble-like shards of rubble. "DE-LETE." Another shot, this one scoring much closer to impact. Several more creatures poured around the corner, a motley crew of various aliens and citizens of Coruscant, all of them openly and clearly corrupted, eyes blazing red, black clouds of mist surging out with every ragged breath.
"DE-LETE!" the lead darkling intoned again, continuing his advance.
Quote:Encounter!
Darkling Assault Squad
-- Group of seven darklings in total. Six underlings, and one Cyberman serving as a sergeant.
-- Underlings have stats of 2/1/1/1, the Cyberman has stats of 4/4/0/1.
-- Every one of them has the Survival power, along with the Physical Strength proficiency. The Cyberman also has the Ranged proficiency.
-- Underlings are armed with knives, swords, and various improvised melee tools. Some of them may have claws or fangs, as well.
Everyone will have one post to contend with the threat, of no more than 1,000 words. You have three days to make this post.