Living Life at the Rusty Wrench

[Tussa]

[still not at Tussa]

A towering atrox greeted her from one of the sideline. He...it...was probably meaning to be polite. She didn't really know where she had them. Frankly, they scared her a little.

Brushing sand and dust off of the dusty coat, she tried to cover up some of the dark stains on it as she settled down in one of the corners, eyes dimly glowing as she glanced out a nearby window to follow the howling sandstorm.

[Bukkithedd]

"This must be the place", she mused as she took in the bar in front of her. Pulling the deep hood of her black cloak up, she reached out with a gloved hand to open the door. True to Damon's attention to detail, the door swung inwards without a sound, and a blast of sand and wind followed her into the building.

Quickly closing the door as not to let too much of the sand blown up by the sandstorm in, she let her eyes grow accustomed to the gloom. There were already a few people here. Some known, some unknown. She cracked a smile when she saw Meta and Damon. "It has been far, far too long since I last saw you", she thought. Daedalus was also present, currently chasing a red rubberball around. As energetic as ever, she wondered if he'd ever grow out of what she called his puppy-stage. "Good to see some things do not change".

As she was walking towards the bar, she brushed some of the sand and dust from her cloak. "A bottle of water, if I may", she said gruffly. "Need to get this dust out of my throat."

[jokzer]

The woman eyed him very briefly, then turned towards the window.
Her reaction was definately not new to him, most non-'Troxes were a bit awed by his size - and it was a general thing, as far as he'd heard. He was an average size fellow, after all, there were much bigger specimens out there.

His eyes followed the direction of the young woman's. The storm was building rapidly and it was next to impossible to see anything but the whirling dust.
Using his comm device he queried his Yalm but it reported all systems nominal and no threats apart from the storm itself.

[Virta]

The storm outside is getting stronger, blocking most of the remaining sunlight of the late evening. Inside, people are getting settled to their drinks and chatter quietly. Small sniffing and scraping sound moving around the Wrench' four corners is not heard.

There is a creak from the wooden planks in the wall of the pub as something heavy is pushed against them from the outside, creating a jingle from the glasses on the shelf. There is another creak. Then nothing.

A disfigured, half-mechanised face of a cyborg crashes through the window and sniffs the air inside the pub, filled with human scent.

"Your ability to speak does not make you intelligent", it declares in rage and lunges forward at inhuman speed towards the nearest person, clawed hands pulled back like the hammers of a gun.

[Devenah]

* Looks up im alarm , hitting the floor with a single roll, and mutters about never having a single minute of peace. Peering over the over turned chair she slowly moves into medic mood looking for ingured people.*

[Gumiho]

Amelie was just beginning to enjoy the coffee and the company. She was about to take another sip when the cyborg's entrance made her drop her cup. Instinctively dodging aside and pulling two well-worn pistols out she sends a volley of bullets towards the creature. *dang it - can't I ever just get my coffee!*

[Tussa]

Incyro buckled backwards in her chair. She really, really didn't like cyborgs. 'Oh great,' she thought as she rolled further back in the corner after hitting the floor. 'Ain't no top o' tha line days this 'ere...'

Apprehensive to what the cyborg would do, where it would go, she cursed quietly and drew a deep breath to calm down her racing heart. She fiddled with her NCU and quickly looked up what nano programs from her uploaded programs she could best use for this kind of foe.

Glancing at the other people, she decided to hold on a little, wait and see where the cyborg would turn. Maybe she could fry it in the back.

[Virta]

*thudthudthudthud* The cyborg lets out a scream and turns around facing Dookumi, throwing masses of blood around from its bleeding neck.

In one swift movement Dookumi is lifted up by its claws and thrown against the mirror behind the bar exploding the mirror into thousands of needlesharp projectiles.

The cyborg flexes its arms looking around the room in satisfaction. "Target-rich environment."

[Korejar]

Damon growls low in his throat as he dodges the flying adventuress. He looks down. Still breathing, if battered. He felt the shards of the mirror under foot, and the few embedded in his skin from the mirrors explosion. He hoped woman was in better shape than she looked.

"DIYA!" Damon shouts, as he grabs the dual pistols below the bar. A click of his thumb against the power knobs and they hum to life in his hands, reaching their fully charge in mere moments. He was aware that the Cyborgs weren't far off, but they had never made it this far before.

As he raises both pistols, leveling them at the Cyborg's head, a low growl is heard to the side of the cyborg. Daedelus crouches, his nose inches from the floorboards, all of his teeth metalically glinting in the dim light. The threat was very real, and so was the intentions of the canine.

Suddenly, a large dark shadow fills the hole created by the cyborg. "Target Aquired, Attacking." D.I.Y.A.'s voice rings out as she steps into the bar. Her step is deep and rings through the structure.

"I'm sorry, but you are not welcome in my bar," Damon says as he pulls both triggers.

[Spuuky]

<as Shane>

*ducks as the mirror shatters* Great, so much for a drink... *calmly activates his comm* CK, get out here, I have work for you. *shuts down the comm and checks his pistols* Well... here we go.

[Gumiho]

*Amelie tries to draw in a ragged breath and gasps at the pain spreading through her chest and right shoulder. She absently notes the trickles of warm blood running down her face before loosing consciousness.*

[Tussa]

She gives a quiet growl under her breath. Some of the shards had hit the cords running from her face module to the back of her neck and spinal module. 'Oh gr*frzzt*eat..' she mumbled. As if the mask wasn't already full of sand. Looking at the barkeeper, his guns, dog and robot, Incyro sees an opening to blind the cyborg. Quickly writing the code and sending it hurling towards the advesary, hoards of nanobots find their target and settle in a dark cloud around the cyborgs head.

Stepping back again, she nervously awaits those with muscle and weapon to do theirs.

[Bukkithedd]

Momentarily stunned by the cyborg's entry, she doesn't react for a few seconds. Damon's voice snaps her out of her reverie just as the adventurer comes flying across the bar.

"Oh no, not again. Not N.....", she manages to think just before her mind goes blank and her body goes into pure reaction-mode. Leaning over the bar, she uses the Healing Touch-ability to alleviate some of the pain the adventurer might be having, before pulling out her Excalibur.

Humming a melody, she swings the sword diagonally into the cyborg's back and severs some of the exposed wiring along its spinalcord. The blow knocks the cyborg a few steps forward and towards D.I.Y.A...

[jokzer]

Putting down his coffee, he gets up and moves towards the 'borg, initially placing himself between it and the young woman in the corner. As the slayer joins in, he shifts his position to turn it into an encirclement, giving the target no safe way out.
From under his cloak he pulls his secondary gun and lets loose a burst, cursing under his breath that he's left his main gun in his Yalm. No sooner does he get the creature's attention than he remembers that his armor is safely stored in the same place. "Sometimes politeness is a major pain in the rear - in more ways than one," he thinks wryly to himself.

The wounded adventuress is no longer the prime target. He turns his attention to more offensive measures, selecting a nano program designed to taunt enemies and uses it on the 'borg, closely followed by turning on his Da' Taunter, which promptly starts screaming various obscenities at the room in general and the 'borg in particular, then repeats the taunt program.
Fortunately, he's kept his passive programs running and this is the time to spread some around as well, beginning with all the defensive measures he has.

Still firing and taunting every way he knows how, he starts to step ever so slightly backwards, almost imperceptibly making the 'borg's back a target to the majority of the others. He thinks to himself, "Many things can be said about armor boots being ungainly, but they sure are effective.." and fires off a kick to the groin, firmly establishing himself at the top of the 'borg's hatelist..

[AdriaanBlackwind]

Black dodges the flying woman over the bar and looks up again, it's fighting the atrox. He kicks the bar with his foot to launch himself through the air and lands on the cyborg's back, claws first, wrapping his saber teeth around the cyborgs neck.

[Anuket]

Tired, thirsty, and covered in dust, Cantara pushes the door ajar while adjusting the rifle hanging on his shoulder. Seeing the scene unfolding in the bar, he sighs and turns to an unseen aquaintance.

"Poly, we'd better try the next one. Looks like these guys are redecorating.."

[Korejar]

As Blackgun lands on the back of the cyborg, Daedelus lunches forward, jaws agape. He hits just below the cyborg's knee. A loud whine pierces the din as his jaws close, crushing the steel of the cyborg's leg, sending the cyborg off balance.

WHathump... D.I.Y.A. takes the final step forward and swings both claws downward, just to the sides of Black on the cyborg's back. The reinforced claws cut through the armor and sink deep into the mechanical innards of the cyborg. Fluids, some mechanically based, some not, spill down the cyborgs sides as DIYA raises her arms again, slidding the points of her claws out.

Damon smiles slightly from behind the bar, rolling his thumbs against the dials of his pistols again, putting them back into standby. As the Cyborg staggers back, he lays them back down under the bar.

[Tussa]

She fiddles with the semi-severed cord, and looks around the now calm room again. Several people, among them a morpher, had taken care of the cyborg, but that didn't mean more couldn't be outside. She looks outside the window again, the vocal module crackling and fizzing. At least she had to get that fixed before she headed out again.

Turning around, she looks back into the bar, chairs everywhere and people hovering over the cyborg, and some over the bar as well. Seems someone had been injured. Judging by the look of the robotic assistant and dog, there would be at least one engineer in here. For now, she sits back down, waiting for the commotion to settle, and to try to stop the fluid leak from the cords.

[jokzer]

As the 'borg is pushed off balance it reaches out with an arm in an attempt to steady itself and with another burst he almost severs it just below the elbow, sending a rain of fluids across the side of the slayer.

[Gumiho]

*The healing program she activated before loosing consciousness was doing it's job. She came awake to the sensation of nanobots repairing her injuries. She tested her lungs slowly - the cyborg's hit and impact into the mirror had stunned her body - but there didn't seem to be any major internal injuries. Luckily the armor she now wore all the time kept her from suffering worse injuries, thought she'd hate to see what she might look like with the glass she still felt in the side of her face.

It was just like her luck to get beat up by a cyborg in a bar fight. She wondered if the owner would still be willing to serve her another coffee.*