The Guardians of Remnant

"I am patient...I just have been on edge as of late." She sighed and shook her head. "...and I wouldn't stop you. I would in fact appreciate the help, Ieria would probably like to see you as well."

"Anyone ever tell you.. you look better when you're angry?" Kayin replied, his voice shaky yet slightly mocking.

"Just tell.."

"..your crew to get off or whatever.. and give me persimmon.. ugh.. permission to touch it already. This is.. so uncomfortable.."

He wasn't particularly worried about the pirate captain's bullets. The ones that would probably fall to them were replaceable, and the ones that were less replaceable had more durable armor. What could simple lead do?

The robots had stopped in place, literally. Some were mid-action, others still dangled off the ship.

edited 4th Nov '15 10:06:07 PM by GyroZ

Prospa gave her friend a small smile. "And I enjoy seeing her as well. It's nice to go somewhere where people are happy to see me. And I can't visit the one family member who enjoys my company, lest the rest of our relatives come around and bother her."

edited 5th Nov '15 2:14:16 AM by guyshane

Mila grunted, suddenly remembering something. The soldier's face twitched. Ugh. She would have to...socialize.

She walked up to Fran and Prospa and gave them both a crisp salute.

"Captain Jade, Captain Azulong. I have a message from Her Majesty." her voice was flat, although there was a hint of discomfort.

"She would like to invite you to her daughter, Princess Alexia's, birthday four days from now."

"I mean, it looks like it's under control..." Maria replied, glancing about as she straightened herself up. "As long as nothing bad happens, I think we can keep going to the rendezvous points. Besides..." She looked out the window at the rough-looking man confronting General Odin.

"...it looks like we might have a new recruit to welcome."

"It seems so. We should all head there and get to know who we'll be working with, maybe even see if any other familiar faces are here as well.", Lilac replied.

Oh Dust, no.

Prospa's face froze in a neutral expression in a minute before recovering her equilibrium. She cleared her throat lightly. "Tell her this, Sergeant: While I would be delighted to attend under other more favorable circumstances, I believe that my presence would be unwise at this particular juncture." She ordered, her off hand fiddling with a jeweled bracelet on her other hand.

And hopefully that is enough to hide my true reasoning.

Gritting his teeth, Henry sighed before saying "Fine, give me a minute." and climbing back aboard The Cloudy With a Chance of Piracy

As he climbed aboard, Henry flagged down his first mate and said "Mister Chance, go fetch me Barrett, goin' ta go speak with Johnny real quick."

Heading back to the captain's cabin, Henry pulled a chair up next to where Johnny was sitting on his bed. "Johnny, I'm goin' ta be runnin' off for a bit. There are some machines that are goin' ta be repairin' the ship while I'm gone, I think they're harmless, but try ta be careful alright? Mister Chance'll be keepin' an eye on you, so go ta him if you need anythin'."

Johnny nodded "Alright da"

Pulling his son in for a quick hug, Henry added "I'm not goin' ta be gone for long, just a few days I think. I'll be comin' back ta see you as much as possible, promise."

With that, Henry got to his feet and exited the cabin.

Meeting up with Mister Chance, Henry grabbed his gun from his first mate's hands.

"Goin' ta be away for a bit. Those machines are goin' ta be doin' repairs while I'm gone, don't leave the ship while they work and make sure they don't do anything out of line."

Chance nodded in response

"I'm trustin' you ta keep an eye on Johnny while I'm off, don't let any of those machines near him, if any get within ten meters of him, you have my permission to destroy them."

Chance nodded again, solemnly "Aye cap'n. Johnny's in good hands, I promise."

Clapping Chance on the shoulder, Henry said "I know." before disembarking from the ship.

Approaching the robot he'd spoken to earlier, Henry said "Me crew's stayin' aboard. Don't get in their way an' they won't get in yours. Touch me son, an' it's your funeral."

With that, Henry walked off with Barrett slung across his back, humming a tune about a drunken shipwright as he walked.

edited 4th Nov '15 11:01:08 PM by Eachiunn

The sheep Faunus didn't intend to be late. She had gotten distracted by a dog who's collar restricting their movement. Dahlia rushed out of her care into the base, before she burst through the doors of the lounge.

You know what adds to the awkwardness of being dropped off by your parents in their 'humble' sedan despite you being all grown-up at the age of 23? Having a huge minigun sticking out the side of said sedan, which was Allison's brightest idea of how she goes about fitting the damn thing inside of the car without the hassling dismantle and remantle. She even made a car game out of it: counting how many passers-by who would look at the barrel and either duck for cover or just straight up ran like hell away from the car.

Regardless, Allison was thankful for the ride as she meekly thanked her parents with an equally weak wave while she got out the car. Then she stretched her lower back, anticipating the work that she's about to put in and hauled her minigun from the back seat to her lap. For this design reiteration, Allison have super glued on some adjustable backpack straps so that she'll have the convenience of carrying it like a briefcase or a backpack, which in this case it was the latter. Sure, it looks both amusing and intimidating for a small girl like her carry a huge gun towering over her on her back but it gets the job done.

It was supposed to be a monumental day for her, getting into special branch of military was no easy feat for most people. She certainly does not expect to see a crashed pirate ship meeting her on the skydock and a pirate looking dude being rather peeved. Confused at such a sight, she asked in the general vicinity with no direct audience in mind, "Am I...missing something here?"

edited 5th Nov '15 7:40:06 AM by sgtpendulum

"...beats me." The slow, lazy voice right next to Allison and Kayin's bot seemed rather unfit to be in this place full of military agents and special forces.

Then again, perhaps the woman in question was just savoring her energy. She sure seemed to be aware just enough to know what's going on, but not really much else. Wearing military camo pants and a dark blue hoodie her eyes were just open enough.

"Was supposed to report to General Cress-Velour or the next commanding officer." She muttered, her lazy glare moving over the people gathered before stopping by the robots repairing the crashed pirate ship. "I see the crew is very colorful." She added as an afterthought, adjusting the heavy backpack.

edited 5th Nov '15 6:00:47 AM by FergardStratoavis

"Flying?" Fiona raised her eyebrows at the idea. She brought her hand to her chin in thought. Images of clouds and silver linings, vibrant sunrises and heavy storms all flooded into her mind. Flying. Some memories were near to her, some were distant. Yet, above all, she was in awe at all the technology that mankind had come to create.

A smile grew on her face and she opened her lips to express her admiration of his craft, but all that came out was a subconscious phrase.

"I hope the crafts you fly never fall." She stared distantly at the shimmering floor in front of them. Her hand clutched the pendant on her chest and she closed her eyes. For a moment, she forgot about the Hunters and Huntresses chatting in the room around her, the reason she was there in the first place, Max's patient presence.

"But your dreams. They matter. Strive to make them happen above anything else." She turned to face Max, but failed to meet his green-eyed gaze. Instead, she slowly got up and offered a hand to him.

"You can't help others fly if you don't meet them either. C'mon. Let's go meet our teammates."

edited 5th Nov '15 2:39:22 PM by Wremn

"Thank you very much, Fiona. I will make sure that this dream of mine can come true." Max smiled back as he took her hand and gave a warm handshake.

(Well, that went rather well, Max)

Max then picked up his bag, and walked over to a more crowded spot of the room to meet the others. She was right after all- mixing around would help him know the others and be able to help them further.

"Let's go." He winked and smiled at Fiona.

edited 5th Nov '15 8:01:51 AM by ironcommando

"Yes please." Freddie pushed open the door to the conference room, holding it open for the rest of his party as the most subordinate member, and surveyed the room.

Lots of people in the room. He froze, searching for what to do, then snapped his heels together and threw up a quick salute. "Private Freddie Angels reporting for duty! Uh, along with—with, uh..." He shoved the door open a little bit more to let them through. "My—my superiors, I believe."

Allison gave a glance to the scene once more before shaking her head lazily and asked "So I suppose that we should get going now? Can't keep the superiors waiting. What's your name, by the way? And who build this bots?"

"True." Lazily stretching a little, Carnage nodded a bit, briefly passing another glance at the bot group. "Carnage. And beats me."

"Let's go." Nodding again, the phlegmatic blonde shuffled towards where they were supposed to go, glancing at Allison to see if she follows here.

The bots were silent, but they continued doing their previous tasks of slowly dragging the ship away and doing minor repairs.

They ended up dragging it to an empty airship doc where a few other robots were waiting. These started crawling over the ship, making sure not to actually invade the main deck but instead to just do general repairs to the hull. Orders were orders, and those told them not to touch any living creatures on the ship. But the repairs continued; A few nearby Atlesian cedars were toppled over for this task.

Some of the smaller robots deactivated on their own and were moved out of the way by the larger ones.

A loud bang, though definitely one quieter than that of the falling airship.

In the lounge, a man who had been sitting by himself in the corner in a large multi-legged automated chair had fallen over face first onto the ground. His face was mostly blank, though his mouth hung open on its own.

This was, of course, Kayin Bankole, then man controlling all of these robots wirelessly through his scroll. Said scroll was currently underneath him, held in his hands with something like a rigormortis induced grip. A mug of coffee was next to him, shattered, its contents spilling out onto the ground.

A great first impression.`

edited 5th Nov '15 11:22:03 AM by GyroZ

If she had a cig in her mouth, Carnage would shuffle it from one end to another.

Well, whoever that man was, his current situation was kind of unfortunate. The blonde crouched by him, regarding the unfortunate hapless man with the same amount of indifference. He seemed rather oddly out of place here.

"You okay, buddy?" She questioned, glancing briefly at the spillt coffee - shame - and going back to Kayin.

OH LOOK WHO'S FINALLY POSTING

Feros was frustrated. Of course he had to deal with Grimm blocking the road today of all days. He was really wanting to be there early and meet up with the old crew before whatever was about to happen got started, and here he was, back on the road after spending half an hour dealing with a pesky Beowulf pack.

Stupid Beowulves. At least Ursae have the guts to attack in groups of two or three. Beowulves just rush in and overwhelm the area like they own the goddamn place.

Still, it was nice being on the road — just him, Rodblomst, and Kasumi, speeding towards their destination like there was no tomorrow. And speaking of which, he could see the entrance coming up.

No stupid stunts now, like you did with that other group. You'll have plenty of time for that when you're on the job. Keeping that in mind, he applied the brakes with enough time to stop before he could accidentally run down something — or someone — important.

"Sorry for being so late," Feros said as he kicked down the kickstand and got off the bike. "Kasumi and I ran into some traffic on the way here."

edited 5th Nov '15 4:50:13 PM by Aquatica1000

"By traffic.... he means grim", the fox replied, not really having the same amount of energy she did 4 years ago, but still at least looking like she was as fit for C3 duty as she was before.

Now that there were fewer robots being controlled and less accuracy being used, Kayin slowly started regaining consciousness.

"What? Huh?"

He blinked a few times, then pushed himself upright. He stood up completely, sat himself down in his chair, and took a quick look at his scroll before replying.

"No, yeah, I'm fine." he said, reaching over to grab a coffee cup that was no longer there, and whose contents were now on the floor and on his labcoat.

"Hm. That's good." Straightening herself out, Carnage took a brief glance at the mechanical chair. It seemed like it could kind of walk on its own.

"You a part of the team? Or just here for the tech support?"

"Yes and yes, actually." Kayin replied, continuing to grab at the coffee cup that wasn't there.

After a few more seconds of this, he looked down at his hand, shrugged, then looked back at his scroll again.

"You just came from outside, right? How are my robots doing? They're the purple ones, or the only ones, unless that Kasumi woman showed up at some point. I don't know whether I look forward to or resent another robotics expert coming in. I guess I'll just have to find out."

"Fine. Reparing that ship." She replied simply, shrugging. So apparently this man was a part of the team. Huh.

And if his words were true, another batch of soulless machines would be arriving soon.

"...Carnage. Pleased to meet you." She extended a hand in a greeting.

"Allison," she introduced herself so softly that even she herself weren't so sure if Carnage ever heard her. Not that it matters anyway, as Carnage have beckoned her to follow. She's not sure what's up with what Carnage is exactly doing with her mouth. Allison followed suit, though she took extra care that her gun does not hit the top of the door.

And what great first impression that the scientist looking faunus was giving when he was lying down face flat on the ground, looking like he was dead from a brain clog or something. Of course, he was fine as Allison soon finds out shortly afterwards when Carnage talked to him but still rather strange but not as much as a pirate ship.

When he said that he is a part of the engineering team though, Allison's previous thoughts about him vanished as her face brightened up and asked "Oh! You're an engineer too? Sweet! And I saw your robots fixing that...err...ship, nice piece of work they are. I'm private Allison Deng aka Black Pawn, I'm assigned as a combat engineer and you are...?"