TURN - A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.9
[X] Close by a ship has died. You can use that!
You weren't meant to be alone.
The thought bothered as you caught the attacking mass of blades, the weight of metal which was wearing the shape of a wolf, and distracted you as you tried to fend off the ever changing mass. The needle sharp tips scratched against your skin and razor edges blunted themselves your flesh, but the damage was cosmetic for now.
The problem was that you were alone.
Your hands which could rend armour plating, tear through metal sheets, and break keels like mere scaffolding had no trouble with individual pieces of this 'bladedog'. You could feel parts of it tearing and crumbling as you seized then, but the mass shifted and somehow replaced itself as each broken part was released from the greater whole.
Hax, you called it. An enemy fixing up like that was just cheating!
(At least when until you figured out the trick to use for yourself...)
You strained to retain your balance on the horribly solid footing as the bladedog pushed at you, its legs somehow finding purchase on the concrete, and there was a horrible screeching as it rubbed its body against you and wrapped its 'arms' around you.
You failed, toppling over backwards and your shoulders hitting the ground with a thump as its weight bore down on top of you. Beneath it your cheeks suddenly felt warm as its hull against your own registered. The horrible effect it was having on your paintwork was uncomfortable and one thing, but something about this position which made y-
Something caught, something tore, and you screamed as it hurt. It hurt!
You pushed and thrashed and kicked, ignoring how blurred your radar returns were as oil seeped from your right eye socket. You were alone and with the way that the metal just broke, separated, and was replaced under your grip there was no leverage. No way to really what was wrapping itself tightly around your body.
Straining your engines, sucking in deep breaths to fuel them, you brought one hand up in time to block a blade aiming for your other eye, and you could feel how some of the metal had managed to get beneath you. It was pressing at you, crushing down upon you, as though you were in a vice.
As you thrashed part of your mind screamed that this shouldn't be happening. That this was wrong That someone should be helped. Questions that you had instinctively flinched from, ignored during the long time in the grey until they refused to surface, now came back to you.
Where were they?
Where was the fleet?
Where was the flotilla?
Where were the others?
You could feel the other ships nearby, hot and bright in ways that made you want the cool darkness again, but some forgotten memory told you that they were almost the solution. That somehow they were linked to the absence of the others.
You remembered the darkness. The loneliness. The hate.
"Help me." You called to them as you managed to rip one leg off the increasingly less coherent mass which you were fighting.
The bright forms of the ship's souls, still bound to their physical hulls, ignored you.
"Do something!" You yelled at them as you tried to sit up, just before a shining blast smashed into your shoulder hard enough to make something break and to drive you onto your back once more.
There was no answer.
There, beyond the ones which were so bright and whole, you 'glimpsed' something else. A dimmed soul, an impression of a frantic face, and a sense of betrayed disbelief of how she had been so sunk so recently.
"C̀͟ǫ̢̕͝m̴̴e̛҉ ̀̕͜͡T҉̀̕͘ǫ́ ͘͜͏͘M̡͏̛͠ę͢͞͡͞,̴̨͜ ̴̛́͢͞D̢̀҉̸ę̀s̀͠t̨͢ŕ̵͜ǫ̴y͠e̡̛r̵̀͘͢ ̷͘҉Ŕ͞ò̶̢͜-̸̴͘C̸̀͡l̀́͘͝͞a͠s̛͏ś̷́͠!̀͘͠͠ "
You had no idea what you had said, the words slipping from your mind, but you could feel the effect immediately as something stirred in the space which was somehow 'beneath' her sunken hull. You could sense rather than see a pale hand, pale like your own rather than the shining purity of the living ships, reach up and take a firm grasp of the ship's slender ankle.
You saw the panic, saw her struggle, and watched someone who was kin to you claw her away upwards even as the ship spirit was pushed down into the abyssal in her place.
You felt the vague urge to let out a d'aww at how adorable it was, this miracle of spiritual rebirth. However you were a little too preoccupied with keeping sharp and pointy things resembling pry-bars away from all your most sensitive parts.
You managed to free one arm briefly from the mass only to find another searing shot barely missing it, cratering the ground instead of striking the limb, and before the shifting weight atop of you managed to envelop it again you managed to make an almost reflexive gesture with a single finger up towards where you were sure the glowing woman was.
(It would likely have been far smarter to try using the opportunity for something else, but something deep inside of you found that way more satisfying than doing the "smart" thing.)
Now that your attention was entirely on your own situation it wasn't hard to figure out the tactics which were being used. The animate mass of blades was shifting on top of you, refusing to give you anything to grip while making it hard for you to push its weight off of you, while the glowing woman was waiting for any sort of clear shot since she (as your poor aching shoulder attested) could actually deal damage to you.
It was a no good downright cheaty thing to do, but it really did seem to be working. All things considered you might have beenscared concerned about how well it could work, and how getting away would be pretty hard. Both of them seemed pretty angry after all and they weren't letting up...
You bit down and yanked your head to the side, tearing off a blade which had tried to slip between your lips, then gave a suitably Savage Grin (practising that had been hard without a mirror..) to the mass of blade which wanted to be a dog.
The tactic they were using against you was pretty smart, but so too was how the glowy woman fought. Flying up out of your reach, shining so hard that details of her couldn't be made out, had kept her fairly safe. But...
There was a double thump, two low sounds in rapid succession that were almost felt rather than heard, and suddenly the area around you was significantly dimmer. Over your radio, on the special channels, you heard a voice squeal in delight even as a sprinkling of something wet splattered down on the area around you.
"Got it! Was that a skeet?" The voice asked excitedly, "Did I do good? I did, didn't I?"
You weren't alone any more.
UPDATE: The trait "Birth of Darkest EvilTM" has been revealed.
UPDATE: A companion has been summoned with the nickname of "Eager Puppy".
You might get free by yourself now, but what will you tell your friend to do?
(Vote indicates how to finish off this situation.)
[ ] Ask her to sink some ships for the Dockworkers. (Won't allow another summoning.)
[ ] Have her try to hit the man in the rigging.
[ ] Send her off to deal with another group.
[ ] Trust that she won't hit you: have her shoot the blade dog thing.
[ ] <Write-In: Short request on par with above options.>
You weren't meant to be alone.
The thought bothered as you caught the attacking mass of blades, the weight of metal which was wearing the shape of a wolf, and distracted you as you tried to fend off the ever changing mass. The needle sharp tips scratched against your skin and razor edges blunted themselves your flesh, but the damage was cosmetic for now.
The problem was that you were alone.
Your hands which could rend armour plating, tear through metal sheets, and break keels like mere scaffolding had no trouble with individual pieces of this 'bladedog'. You could feel parts of it tearing and crumbling as you seized then, but the mass shifted and somehow replaced itself as each broken part was released from the greater whole.
Hax, you called it. An enemy fixing up like that was just cheating!
(At least when until you figured out the trick to use for yourself...)
You strained to retain your balance on the horribly solid footing as the bladedog pushed at you, its legs somehow finding purchase on the concrete, and there was a horrible screeching as it rubbed its body against you and wrapped its 'arms' around you.
You failed, toppling over backwards and your shoulders hitting the ground with a thump as its weight bore down on top of you. Beneath it your cheeks suddenly felt warm as its hull against your own registered. The horrible effect it was having on your paintwork was uncomfortable and one thing, but something about this position which made y-
Something caught, something tore, and you screamed as it hurt. It hurt!
You pushed and thrashed and kicked, ignoring how blurred your radar returns were as oil seeped from your right eye socket. You were alone and with the way that the metal just broke, separated, and was replaced under your grip there was no leverage. No way to really what was wrapping itself tightly around your body.
Straining your engines, sucking in deep breaths to fuel them, you brought one hand up in time to block a blade aiming for your other eye, and you could feel how some of the metal had managed to get beneath you. It was pressing at you, crushing down upon you, as though you were in a vice.
As you thrashed part of your mind screamed that this shouldn't be happening. That this was wrong That someone should be helped. Questions that you had instinctively flinched from, ignored during the long time in the grey until they refused to surface, now came back to you.
Where were they?
Where was the fleet?
Where was the flotilla?
Where were the others?
You could feel the other ships nearby, hot and bright in ways that made you want the cool darkness again, but some forgotten memory told you that they were almost the solution. That somehow they were linked to the absence of the others.
You remembered the darkness. The loneliness. The hate.
"Help me." You called to them as you managed to rip one leg off the increasingly less coherent mass which you were fighting.
The bright forms of the ship's souls, still bound to their physical hulls, ignored you.
"Do something!" You yelled at them as you tried to sit up, just before a shining blast smashed into your shoulder hard enough to make something break and to drive you onto your back once more.
There was no answer.
There, beyond the ones which were so bright and whole, you 'glimpsed' something else. A dimmed soul, an impression of a frantic face, and a sense of betrayed disbelief of how she had been so sunk so recently.
"C̀͟ǫ̢̕͝m̴̴e̛҉ ̀̕͜͡T҉̀̕͘ǫ́ ͘͜͏͘M̡͏̛͠ę͢͞͡͞,̴̨͜ ̴̛́͢͞D̢̀҉̸ę̀s̀͠t̨͢ŕ̵͜ǫ̴y͠e̡̛r̵̀͘͢ ̷͘҉Ŕ͞ò̶̢͜-̸̴͘C̸̀͡l̀́͘͝͞a͠s̛͏ś̷́͠!̀͘͠͠ "
You had no idea what you had said, the words slipping from your mind, but you could feel the effect immediately as something stirred in the space which was somehow 'beneath' her sunken hull. You could sense rather than see a pale hand, pale like your own rather than the shining purity of the living ships, reach up and take a firm grasp of the ship's slender ankle.
You saw the panic, saw her struggle, and watched someone who was kin to you claw her away upwards even as the ship spirit was pushed down into the abyssal in her place.
You felt the vague urge to let out a d'aww at how adorable it was, this miracle of spiritual rebirth. However you were a little too preoccupied with keeping sharp and pointy things resembling pry-bars away from all your most sensitive parts.
You managed to free one arm briefly from the mass only to find another searing shot barely missing it, cratering the ground instead of striking the limb, and before the shifting weight atop of you managed to envelop it again you managed to make an almost reflexive gesture with a single finger up towards where you were sure the glowing woman was.
(It would likely have been far smarter to try using the opportunity for something else, but something deep inside of you found that way more satisfying than doing the "smart" thing.)
Now that your attention was entirely on your own situation it wasn't hard to figure out the tactics which were being used. The animate mass of blades was shifting on top of you, refusing to give you anything to grip while making it hard for you to push its weight off of you, while the glowing woman was waiting for any sort of clear shot since she (as your poor aching shoulder attested) could actually deal damage to you.
It was a no good downright cheaty thing to do, but it really did seem to be working. All things considered you might have been
You bit down and yanked your head to the side, tearing off a blade which had tried to slip between your lips, then gave a suitably Savage Grin (practising that had been hard without a mirror..) to the mass of blade which wanted to be a dog.
The tactic they were using against you was pretty smart, but so too was how the glowy woman fought. Flying up out of your reach, shining so hard that details of her couldn't be made out, had kept her fairly safe. But...
There was a double thump, two low sounds in rapid succession that were almost felt rather than heard, and suddenly the area around you was significantly dimmer. Over your radio, on the special channels, you heard a voice squeal in delight even as a sprinkling of something wet splattered down on the area around you.
"Got it! Was that a skeet?" The voice asked excitedly, "Did I do good? I did, didn't I?"
You weren't alone any more.
oOo
Out of the Fog
A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.9
oOo
You have several minor injuries and 'scuffed paintwork'.
Minor damage to your "rudder" and radar.
oOo
Out of the Fog
A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.9
oOo
You have several minor injuries and 'scuffed paintwork'.
Minor damage to your "rudder" and radar.
oOo
UPDATE: The trait "Birth of Darkest EvilTM" has been revealed.
UPDATE: A companion has been summoned with the nickname of "Eager Puppy".
You might get free by yourself now, but what will you tell your friend to do?
(Vote indicates how to finish off this situation.)
[ ] Ask her to sink some ships for the Dockworkers. (Won't allow another summoning.)
[ ] Have her try to hit the man in the rigging.
[ ] Send her off to deal with another group.
[ ] Trust that she won't hit you: have her shoot the blade dog thing.
[ ] <Write-In: Short request on par with above options.>
