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Lake

Vivian notes "I've been through much worse than a car crash." She adds "Just hope you have your driver's license" in a joking manner, considering no cop worth their salt in this world would waste their time asking for such a thing.

Lake

"I just hope it isn't the gunship kind," Mitch cracked. "Which... it might well be, given this place. Thanks for being our wheelman, Igno."

The Road

Antares' own confusion was immediately interrupted by Steel smacking into the pavement.

"Whoa, buddy! You alright?" In an instant the Titan was at his side, Juno hovering concernedly over his shoulder.

The Road

At the voice, the blonde pancake's left arm first twitched then moved. The appendage wavered over his head then like a clamp grabbed a fistful of locks, raising the head which seemed to be surprisingly unfazed by the predicament.

"Your concern is unnecessary." Was Steel's reply, standing back and dusting himself off. He glanced up at the Guardian before he continued. "But I appreciate it nevertheless." Looking back, he has seen that his stunt has garnered little attention from the followers, who found the miracle of clean spring-water much more intriguing.

The Lake

"You're missing out!" Igno called out to Kaiji as he took refuge inside the tank, before turning back towards Vivian and Mitch. "Sooo, we're good to go?" He asked with barely contained enthusiasm.

The Road

"You're mortal. You've only got one death in you," Antares tutted. "I've died a hundred times and I'll die a hundred more before my final death. Your safety and health is more important than mine."

The Lake

"Why haven't you already floored it? Let him drive the tank if he wants!" Mitch laughed.

Upon entering the tank, kaiji notices that it hasn't just shrunk, but also that Ren was no longer anywhere near "Well this is bad" kaiji says to himself before leaving the tank to look around for the foxgirl.

The Lake

"Alright, alright, I'm going!" Igno laughed as he put on his seatbelt before stepping on the gas, setting the Chadmobile in motion.

"So we're going south, yeah?"

The Lake

"Straight South, yeah!" Mitch flashed a thumbs-up to Igno. "I'll let you know if we need to course correct!"

The Lake

Igno gave Mitch a thumbs up as he kept on driving forwards, at a surprisingly reasonable pace; He was clearly holding himself back from flooring it, and his passengers could easily catch him eyeing bumps on the road or anything the monster truck could drive over.

The Road

"As I said, your worry is a waste." This time Steel voice was more firm and so his eyes. His aquamarine eyes fully locked on the helmet's optical sensor.

Then the heat left him with a sigh. "If I die, then I die. C'est la vie." He said in a more subdued tone, then turning around he walked to the trough. First, he dunked his hat in the clear water, then as water-filled it was Steel put it back on. "The worst thing that can happen anyways, that I get scolded by someone up there." He grumbled under his breath.

Trials

And so you drive off. You drive for quite a while. You pass by packs of mutant cows grazing on the few patches of grassland. You pass by travelers and pilgrims wandering the blasted landscape. You pass by bandits who were minding their own business until you tore through their camp. You drive, and you drive, and you drive.

Eventually, you spot something in the distance, near the remains of some forgotten airfield. Those with modern sensibilities can tell what it is right off, because the word "helicopter" fits the shape of this thing almost to a T.

Trials

"Oh son of a bitch I had to say it, didn't I."

In the distance Mitch could see the very familiar shape of a helicopter. A surprising one, given the state of this waste, but with multiversal connections it was only a matter of time until non-native equipment began showing up.

"Looks like it is a helicopter gunship. I hope you all packed your surface-to-air missiles."

Trials

Given you've not seen anything to inhibit your progress, you presumably drive closer and closer. Soon, you find yourself onto what looks like...what was once an airfield. There's only a single helicopter sitting there, with a strange black and white checkerboard patterned line along with lines that might have once been for a runway but are faded from the ravages of age and time.

Trials

"Slow down," Mitch directed. "And be ready. This can't be this easy. It's just lying there, waiting for us to take it. It has to be booby-trapped."

The soldier began looking through the windows of the Chadmobile to try and discern any telltale signs of an impending Legion ambush.

Trials

The Chadmobile slows to a crawl per Mitch's instructions. He scans the local area. Thankfully, it is desolate enough for him that he can make a thorough search so that the narrator can give him a full understanding;

As far as he can discern, there are no booby traps in the ground or the air. There is no sign of hostile lifeforms or wildlife beyond the odd normal scorpion. Even the helicopter doesn't seem to be doing anything. It actually seems to be pretty dead out here. Thankfully. After all the not-dying you've done so far, you don't want to chance it again/

Actually...if you listen carefully...you can hear the dull roar of an engine in the distance. Multiple engines, in fact.

At the second trial Kaiji's attempts to find Asagi have turned fruitless, luckyly he has found the dog that was left behind so he decides to use the radio on the tank to contact the rest "Hey, it seems like Asagi left... anyone knows how can i drive this?"

Over the radio, Kaiji hears Asagi's voice going "You gotta turn the key to the left~" in a singsongy way. It sounds unnervingly like she's talking right into his ear despite not being there at all.

"Okay... what's next?" Kaiji asks tryng to keep it together

Second Trial

The good news was that it didn't seem like the helicopter itself was trapped. That was all the good news; because Mitch could hear engine on the horizon.

"...oh, shit shit shit! The Legion's ambushing us!" Hopping out of the Chadmobile Mitch began to race towards the helicopter gunship, the Augmented Reaction Suit's helmet assembling over his face as he sped off towards it. "C'mon, we gotta get this thing airborne, now!"

Edited by SpartyMcFly on Apr 2nd 2019 at 6:32:49 AM

Second Trial Third Trial

As Mitch rightfully worries about their chances of survival and dashes across the runway to the helicopter, something still feels rather off to most of the people there in that truck. Even the four armed girl is barely out before she tries to shout something to Mitch.

Unfortunately, the moment he steps upon that long black and white checkerboard line, it becomes evident what's wrong...because time feels like it slows down for everyone to soak in the chaos about to unfold.

The helicopter's blades begin to rotate and whir as the helicopter suddenly comes to life. A traffic signal light falls out of the sky, blinking red. And an invading fanfare, probably done to further mock Mitch by some kind of cruel, uncaring god, blares over an intercom from a long abandoned communications tower.

And far in the distance behind you all, as you briefly turn your head to check, you become hyperaware of; the repurposed trio of battle cars, the go-kart ridden a crazed gladiator cosplay, and the chariot ridden by a huge nearly-naked muscle man and drawn by two rabid wild hell hounds gunning towards your location.

The traffic signal blares out red...red...green.

Time resumes its normal pace as the helicopter does indeed go airborne...but without you in it as it turns and begins to fly away along the lines drawn on the ground. The words "Chase And Bring To Heel the Ceryneian Hind" echo in your mind, and you're not liking that echo one bit.

Edited by Raidouthe21st on Apr 2nd 2019 at 5:38:16 AM

Third Trial

"Aw, hell... Mitch, get back in here!" Igno yelled as he revved the engine of the chadmobile, preparing himself to hit the gas the moment and give chase the moment Mitch jumps back in.

Third Trial

The vehicles got ever closer - a menagerie of scratch-built war machines, and of course, what appeared to be Jupiter himself getting in on the fun to try and end this early. For a moment Mitch wondered why Jupiter didn't just immediately bring the Hind to heel, being a god, but then decided that wasn't pertinent thought.

"On the way! Get rolling!" Mitch booked it back for the Chadmobile, fully aware they were probably going to be in last place by the time they set out. Of course, though, he was already getting thoughts about how to deal with this.

All the pendant was saying was that he had to bring the Hind to heel. It said nothing, after all, about ensuring that the motley crew in the monster truck would be the only ones capable...

Third Trial

The other "vehicles", if you could even call them that, do indeed surpass Mitch and the Chadmobile as it roars angrily in preparation for the sprint ahead. Mitch can hear the amused cackles and screeches of laughter as the "racers" ride past him. Of the ones there, the only one to turn his head knowingly towards Mitch is the crazed gladiator lookalike on the go-kart. He's probably one of the many bandits who had been following his beloved Caesar to pillage and plunder only to lose it all to an off-worlder, so he's likely the one to watch out for the most. Whoever the rest of these jokers are, they seem to be here solely to chase after that helicopter...which is going much faster than you'd expect for a helicopter that just got up and running. Huh.

The moment Mitch gets into his seat and fastens his seatbelt, The Chase is on.

Third Trial

"God damn..." Mitch watched as the Hind receded into the distance. "I know those whirlybirds were fast, but this sure is something else. Now... everyone else got their anti-armor weapons?"

For Mitch's part he scrolled through his Storage Deck, looking for one of the rocket launchers he had stashed away. He noticed the gladiator looking at him, and knew that he was going to be trouble later down the line. Maybe it'd be best to deal with him first.

Edited by SpartyMcFly on Apr 6th 2019 at 4:14:49 PM

Third Trial

"I got something that could help!" Igno replied to Mitch as he stepped on the gas, sending the Chadmobile lurching forwards and speeding after their target.

"You think R'ogan is gonna be mad if we trash his ride in this, or is it cool enough to warrant it?"