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The Adventure of the Blue Chrysoara; And Pink Scarlett
Topic Started: Apr 9 2018, 12:30 PM (1,392 Views)
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Jeremiah could see the priest cower at his speech, clearly expressing fear at the sight of him. Did they not anticipate this? A group of strong individuals could only be held for so long. It wasn't long before someone smart enough to take action actually took action, trying to lead the priests to safety. Interesting. He'd associate the odd ones out to marines due to one wearing a uniform, the other was likely in charge with the privilege of dressing more casually. Their protection over these bible-bashers lead Jeremiah to the conclusion that they weren't aware of the lawless experimenting going on. That meant that these robe wearing bastards had one more purpose to serve other than death... as a bargaining chip.

"You pawns! Retain and capture! Rooks! secure the area!"

He spoke in some weird chess lingo, but his hand gestures spoke for themselves and the feral followers began to act. First, they "Retained and Captured" the priest trying to escape. Using their body modifications, they extended their arms similar to a snake striking it's prey, grasping onto each priest and dragging them back into the church. A large, rather gluttonous man came forth and slammed the doors shut, knocking away anyone still in the framework of the entrance before sitting behind it and expanding his size via his biological mod.

"Tie them up... And you lot! secure the fucking area? That includes windows!"

A band of strong armed men form the posse began to lift the pews and lean them against the cathedral's stained glass. Then one guy went around cementing the pews to the walls with what seemed like... stone-like mucus that he upchucked out of his face. Gross. The 'Pawns' began to tie the priest's arms to their ankles with the cloth that used to line the floor, lining them up before Jeremiah. He hoped down from the overhead banister into a crouching stance. I stood up to address the masses.

"Search the building. No-one hurts the bastards 'till i say, got it? If we're going to leave this fucking Island... We're going to have to trade for it. That means i'm in charge. Any objections?"
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Chrys heard Scarlett asking what did they do? What did they do? Nothing, this wasn’t on them. This was something unrelated to the dead body – though Chrysoara had no idea whatsoever what it was. All he knew was that the people in front of them were trying to kill innocents and had come from…wherever shooting guns with no regard to the safety of those around them.

“Commander! They’re firing on innocents! I don’t care who they are right now. We need to stop them before people start dying!” Chrysoara yelled back, for once not being respectful to the point of annoyance. There was no time for that right now. Suddenly, cyborg armed people began grabbing and pulling priests back into the building. Chrysoara roared in frustration and rage as he lashed out, smashing one of the men in the face and causing him to drop the priest he was trying to drag back away. Out of the corner of his eye, Chrysoara saw the priest who had threatened them before making his way out of the area – leaving one of the metal armed people bleeding out through a hole in his neck.

Chrysoara hesitated for the briefest of moments. Chase after him or try to rescue the priests and priestesses from inside the building. He knew the right answer was to rescue those inside the building – but the small amount of hesitation cost him the opportunity as a large man slammed the doors shut. Chrys had just enough time to glance some grass-haired individual yelling about chess and the like before the world grew quiet again. Clearly they were listening to Grass-head. Did that mean this was some organized group? Their armored arms… were they New Age Priests? That didn’t seem to make much sense.

Chrysoara glanced down at the man at his feet. The man’s eyes were closed and his face had a massive purple mark across it from where Chrysoara’s fist had met it. His chest rose and fell – though shallowly. Chrys didn’t think the shallow breathing wasdue to that single punch eh had thrown – but he couldn’t be sure. The man was emaciated. Bones were visible beneath flesh and one of his arms had a large gigantic metal arm with the numbers “007” written on it.

Glancing around, Chrysoara realized that there were only five people left outside the Cactihedral. Commander Scarlett, Chrysoara himself, the priest that Chrysoara had saved, and the two cyborgs who were unconscious and – in one case – perhaps dying.

“We need to get in there, Ma’am. Any suggestions?” Chrysoara asked his Commander while he waved for the priest he saved to run away. The priest responded quickly. Chrysoara only wished he could do something for the dying cyborg - but the Fishman was a merchant and a fighter. He knew people, items, and how to punch things. Medicine was outside his purview.

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Innocents... They couldn't let innocent people be hurt. It seemed like a simple misunderstanding, yet communicating this to them would prove a huge issue. Still, Chrys seemed to have an idea in his mind, speak to them through their own language: Violence. Most people in there must have been confused and angry, believing all priests to be part of this horrible mess and not just the New Age Priests. As the doors slammed shut besides her, she winced away. How could she help these people? There were so many of them and... Could she bring herself to harming them? And if they did what would they do to her?! She looked up at the Fishman who currently was inspecting an unconscious body, the same one he'd knocked out. Yes, if he could do it, so could she surely.

"I'll... I'll fix this"

She stammered, still pale and visibly shaking. She managed to push herself up the stone wall however, though her legs were like jelly at this point. Weird, surely Chrys should have been like this, being a Jellyfish and all. Hah... No, it wasn't even funny. Awkwardly Scarlett stumbled away from the doors, spinning and dropping to her knees. From there, she hefted her rifle and aimed down the scopes at the door. Well... She supposed this was it. Quickly loading in a special bullet into a compartment at the top, she heard a familiar click as she readied it. Was she really doing this? She... She had no choice, it was this or innocent people would die. Managing to just about slow her breathing, her trigger finger squeezed down.

With a sound like the crack of thunder, the bullet left her gun, striking both doors and causing them to sunder before bursting inwards, spraying shrapnel over the large man which stood in their way. For a moment she paused, before pulling the trigger again. It struck the man in the shoulder, a powerful shot despite her looking past him. He fell backwards, providing her enough vision now... She didn't have time to think anymore, the enemy was in front of her. She still had distance on her side and... Bullets began to fly from her rifle, flying towards the opponents. Their leader would find several of his men suddenly falling from the barrage of bullets, though most wounds they received were fairly mediocre. They were weak though, and she was using that to her advantage. As several men fell, one final bullet was sent towards the group, towards the green haired man himself. The same click and boom as before, as Scarlett unleashed a powerful bullet, aimed for one of his cybernetic arms.

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Jeremiah stood firm in front of the priests that were so willing to confine people and torture them for their own benefit, not that Jeremiah had stable morals, let alone cared, but it was the aspect that he was treated like a lab rat. His pride took a beating over the last moments in history, completely unsure of how about time had pasted between arrival and escape. He had plenty of questions for them, mainly their reasons why they felt the need to do something like this, but also who was in charge; big scale operations usually had kingpins handling the wheel and he could not think of many important individuals that would make dealings with priests... Except the select few. Perhaps this was much bigger of a rabbit hole than he anticipated. To what bizarre lengths will they go to to fulfill their objective?

Before the Genius had a chance to question, a resounding gunshot echoed through the building's hollow interior, followed by a metallic twang of a lock breaking. Were those two really trying to break into a church filled with criminals? perhaps they already had backup? He grabbed into the collar of one of the robed hostages, aligning his bound body with Jeremiah's center mass, hopefully using him as a deterrent against combat or as a bullet pin cushion. A gunshot hit the supposed "gatekeeper" in the shoulder, causing him to cower away to tend to his wound. The wild instincts of the convicts began to take charge as melee equipped pawns took to rushing at their opponent whilst ranged allies took aim on a crouching stance, ready to fire volleys of rounds at the two individuals. The marines and Jeremiah were still a well away from each other, yet one still managed to fire a shot towards the Genius, grazing the arm of the priest he used for cover. Slowly, he backed off towards the other end of the Cathedral, keeping himself facing the targets with his Revolver points to the bible-basher's head. His hostage let out weeps and grunts of pain due to his flesh wound.

"Hold your fire! Everyone!"

All Jeremiah's temporary disciples raised their munitions up and blades, yet kept a ready stance whilst frozen in place. He wanted to assume control of the situation. Despite how much he'd love to paint the walls red with blood, he reminded logical of the situation and opted for the diplomatic approach. What those two Marines would do now would determine the lives of the priest and maybe the state of the Island.
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She’ll fix this. Chrysoara wasn’t sure if she was talking about the door or the situation as a whole. What he didn’t expect was the deafening boom as Commander Scarlett shot the door with enough force to split the wood and force the doors open.

That was impressive. It seemed that she was a Commander for a reason. The boom resounded again, knocking the man back. Chrysoara wanted to charge into the fray to help – but would he be more of a hindrance that way? He wasn’t exactly sure how to fight when a gun user like this had his back. He had assumed she could aim around him, but there would be lots of chaos entering like this. The commander didn’t let up as she began to fire into the fray.

The final bullet was aimed for Grass-Hair’s metal arms – one of them, at least. It didn’t hit as Grass-Hair pulled a hostage into the area.Fuck. This was going to get bad if they began trying to off hostages.

Then, Grass-Hair yelled for the fighting to stop.

Good.

Chrysoara strolled into the mass of people. Heart racing, sweat pouring down on his face. Why was he doing this? Well, he hoped Commander Scarlett would shoot any of them before they managed to kill him. Besides, the small crowd had their arms raised and didn’t try to attack. Chrysoara really wanted to punch Grass-Hair in the face for what he was doing. Taking a hostage like that was reprehensible.

The small crowd parted as he passed. Chrysoara watched their faces. Furrowed brows and squinted eyes. They looked puzzled. Did they not know why Grass-Hair had called for the fighting to stop? Well, neither did Chrysoara. In fact, he thought he was absolutely insane for walking in here like this.

If anyone moves on me, I hope Commander Scarlett is ready to fire Chrysoara thought as he stopped in front of Grass-Hair. “Grass-Hair, let the hostages go and submit to the will and authority of the Marines – who act on behest of the World Government.”
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Scarlett gritted her teeth as their supposed leader grabbed hold of one of the innocent priests, just in time to use him as a shield for her bullet. He was faster than she'd anticipated, but she was glad it was only minor damage the priest had taken. She'd need to make sure to apologise to him later for that... But this leader of theirs, he was peculiar. This was further proven as he opted to tell his men to hold their fire... Notably he didn't say anything along the lines of surrender or give up, which was a shame. That was probably because she was still scared.

And then Chrys walked in there. He had surprising confidence for someone surrounded by numerous opponents. She took the moment to reload, popping out the magazine and slipping a new one in, pulling back the bolt to clip it properly into place. Her eyes did not leave the Cactithedral for a second, scanning the audience for any signs of attack, and most importantly keeping an eye on the green haired one and his actions. He had a hostage... He wasn't willing to give up yet, but her eyes were trained on his trigger finger. Even a twitch and she wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger. Or at least she hoped she wouldn't hesitate. As her fellow marine spoke of submitting she couldn't help but be proud of his bravery, but at the same time... That wouldn't be enough surely. With a shaky voice she called out from outside:

"These are not the New Age Priests. These are innocent people"

She was gambling a little bit by ushering the name of the group, but the way she saw it, if it would convince these people to stop harming anymore people then she was willing to risk it. These were scared people, who had endured who knew what, hadn't eaten properly in a long time and probably hadn't seen daylight for weeks if not months. Their minds might have been warped from that, but she believed that didn't make them bad people. Some of these people were normal priests after all, with the rest presumably being unfortunate visitors to the island.

"Let them go, and help us understand what is going on here, and you'll be left to go free, assuming there's no fis-... Funny business. Help us help you. We want to find out more about this group, and you want them to be brought to justice, am I right?"
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A man approached, clearly donning the attire of an idiot marine, with a mane of tentacles? Truly disgusting in the eyes of the Great Cyborg. He had seen Fishmen before hand, but ever this close and it honestly seemed to Jeremiah that a sushi restaurant's larder just went for a stroll. His cheery joking mood was quickly shifted to anger after The marine's conclusive jump to the nickname "Grass-Hair", obviously intended for the Genius. Veins began to pop from his forehead due to facial strain, clearly showing his irritation from the comment. The goons that filled the church laughed at the Marine's attempt at getting them all to surrender with the pathetic use of fear-mongering via big world government law, but their chatter was silenced when they caught a glance of the Cyborg teeming in anger. After gripping even harder onto his gun and the injured priest's collar, he let out a sigh; he realized he was in control and snide comments an easily be solved with bullets.

The second came following behind who spoke more reason than the buffoon before her, yet was still idiotic. Jeremiah was certain that most of the captives were pirates; sailing across to stupid Islands screams pirate plus all the locals here were covered by the "my ass is for jesus" policy. Jeremiah chuckled and as did his assailants, they were clearly not ready to give up.

"...Justice?! My Justice is verry different from yours. Mine fills my gun's cylinder. So don't you and your pet goldfish lecture me on the greater good. As for... "Innocent people"? We had plenty of those downstairs. They're either dead, or their humanity was stripped away alongside their bodies. The way i see it, all these cactus fucking cave dwellers are going to turn. Buuut, I'm a really nice person, so i'll trade this bumbling fuck for a free ticket out of here for me and the lads. Or me and the hundreds of lab rats downstairs will paint this cactus red... Oh? Did i say hundreds? They're probably escaping now... All different powers, killing "Innocents" all across the Island. This isn't a hostage situation, this was a time bomb defusal... and your time is running out."
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Chrysoara listened to his commander try to negotiate with the terrorists. Chrysoara wasn’t familiar with the policy on negotiating with terrorists so he was inclined to let his superior continue. Well, that and she was his superior. Chrysoara wasn’t exactly the type to contradict his superior even when he thought she was making a mistake.

In this case, he didn’t know that she was. As Chrysoara stood there – surrounded by the metal armed, legged, and in one case metal jugulared individuals. His eyes lingered for more than a moment on the very large man with a metal jugular and the rest of his body flesh. That was just plain weird. They were dirt and most looked malnourished. Chrysoara hadn’t realized it before but as Commander Scarlett talked, things began to fall into place in his head. These were people who had been kidnapped. There were….so many. Was the problem they were dealing with really that terrible? This mission was far bigger than they had anticipated. Hell, it was bigger than any of the marines had anticipated if they had only sent two marines in to deal with this problem. This was bigger than just the two marines. Talking these people down was by far the best option – if they could.

Then, the angry Grass-Hair spoke. Angry was accurate. He also seemed to have a hearing problem. The Commander had just offered them a free trip off…well, maybe Chrysoara could use this situation. “You say hundreds are escaping? You must be underestimating the group that held you captive. This is a group of technologically superior priests and priestesses who have kidnapped hundreds of people. Not only that, but these priests have been ahead of the Commander and I at every turn. Sure, your escape may have thrown them off – but I’d be willing to bet that they have a contingency plan for all of this. It’s only a matter of time before they break in here and make sure none of us get out alive. Think of it this way, you attacked innocents which has only angered the marines and drawn attention to your escape. You are locked in the largest building in the city – maybe on the island – and one of the largest secret organizations I have ever heard of will be attempting to hunt you down soon. You are not in an advantageous position. However, my Commander has just graciously offered you a way out. Meet with us and give us whatever information you can, and we will secure a ship off this island for you. If we cannot secure a marine vessel in time, I will give you my ship to get you off this island. However, you must let the priests and priestesses in this room go and have a conversation with us about those who did this to you before you leave the island. Those are the terms upon which you will leave this island freely.”

After he said it, Chrysoara immediately regretted it. What would happen if this man just killed the hostages or didn’t listen to him? He had tried to lead with a minor threat to make him more amenable to the discussion – but that was a tactic he had brought over from being a merchant. In that world, it was always that you would sell it to someone else. Here, the stakes they were playing with were much larger than he had ever dealt with before. Of course, Chrysoara did still have his trusty handcuffs on him. He could always try to cuff the man if he didn’t listen. In the worst case, maybe his Commander could play the man off his group of allies by offering freedom to only them. That could turn them on him and give their duo the upper-hand if Grass-Hair didn't listen this time.
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Interesting. Concerning, and interesting. This green haired man seemed to want the upper hand, one he arguably had. The fact that her gun was aimed at his head was perhaps the only reason she wasn't currently freaking out about this. He continued to threaten the lives of innocents, requesting freedom like she'd offered but apparently not wanting their little chat. How mean, and here she was thinking that he was the talkative type. She pondered for a moment, perhaps she could manipulate that? She wasn't sure... But thankfully Chrys seemed to have an idea in mind, beginning to speak and explain things. The more he spoke the more concern that grew within her though, not because he said the things, but because they could be true. What if the New Age Priests were prepared for this? What if these poor individuals were rigged to blow or... That would make sense. They were too weak to fight for too long, but they'd been equipped with the tools to acquire freedom. Was it possible that it wasn't a contingency plan these priests had, but instead a master plan even involving this?!

Chrys continued to speak, using his silvered tongue to try and convince the man to speak to them, if only for a while, just to provide them enough information for now. And yet, as he spoke Scarlett realised this was a familiar situation. Agnew had spilled the information to them slowly but surely, without even meaning to. This green haired man had already informed them of the number of people down there if this was the truth and not a bluff. Not only that, but it was clear the treatment of these people was awful. There wasn't much more information they needed from this. She thought for a moment, before finally, shakily, shouting out again.

"As far as I'm concerned, you're scared, innocent people. Unless you give us a reason not to trust you, we can guarantee you an escape. There's no need for hostages in this situation. You release them, you walk free. Fill us in whilst we get a ship ready for you, nice and simple."

A wave of nausea hit the sniper, but she fought it off. Was this risky? She couldn't tell, but she was building on from what Chrys had said. Way she saw it, those really were the two options. Leave this island as innocents, caught up with the wrong group, or leave the island as terrorists, unlikely to make it in the world. Breathing heavily she attempted to clear her mind, looking back down her sights and correcting her sights just the tiniest bit, her gun still aimed directly at the leaders head. She could pull the trigger... But that wouldn't end well she was sure.

"I doubt your men want to have numbers above their heads for the rest of their lives just because you're not willing to comply, especially when it's their freedom on the line. Release the hostages, and everything will be fine. If you don't... Well, I doubt you'd even make it to the next island. I don't know about you, but if these people are as innocent as you say, then there's no need to turn them to piracy by bringing hostages into this, especially when freedom is just this close. I'm sure someone like you understands that, right?"

Her face remained mostly obscured by her weapon, which helped hide her fear and her nausea, but if she were more confident in this situation she probably would have smiled with her sugar coated words. But, not today. Chrys had started something there... They would turn his followers on him, or hopefully they would. Surely he'd understand that and understand that all he needed to do, was release the hostages. Freedom was that close for him.
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Jeremiah listened to the two whine on about reason and promises so long that the cyborg almost yawned... either that or the drugs in his system emulating fatigue. He could see the logic in their line of reasoning but he personally could not handle doing something so submissive as surrendering; it was beneath him. The genius knew that he was never going to leave the Island freely, just for this incident alone, he could be cuffed and thrown in a cell... "Justice" they call it. The woman seemed to address Jeremiah's disciples, catering to the fear factor of having a bounty and the life of piracy to which was so alien to them; this became evident as some began to look disheartened. Her intention was clearly to waver the forces opinion and motive onto their leader.

"Hmph. Need i remind you all of the justice that these Marines stand for? How long have we been taken behind the curtain by the showmen? The audience blissfully unaware of the horrors behind it. But only NOW it's become a problem!"

He would hear a few choice individuals from the crowd collectively chant "yeah" or nod slightly, agreeing with his point.

"Priests: whether they be Old or New Age, are equally guilty! Allowing this kind of twisted experiments to happen!"

He definitely wasn't going to lose to a much of amateur level leaders like these marines, as a fellow "victim" of this crisis, he had the upper hand in speaking to them on the same level yet mentally, he was in charge. Quickly, he gestured a glance towards a fire breather to his left. Instantly, the man nodded, understanding now was the time for a counter offensive. Without a moment's notice, the subject spewed a gout of fire in between the two marines and Jeremiah and his hostages, likely causing them to step back to avoid getting burned. Only then would the injured giant from before would take the chance to grab both of them and lock them into each arm, squashing them between his biceps and forearms, restricting their arms to their sides. With this, Jeremiah kicked down this handheld priest to the ground, realigning the trio of hostages for his next move, as he unloaded his loaded gun's ammunition into the three, turning them into blood soaked sponge corpses. A large cheer echoed among the mass of followers as the priests fell lifeless.

"Nothing stops the gears of progress. Not their deaths and not yours. Only removing the head will stop the snake. Which is why i'm not leaving this Island until it's been purged of everything 'New Age'... Isn't that right?!"

Another heavy cheer came from his audience as he wore a wide, twisted grin in pleasure.
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After Chrysoara finished, his Commander began. She took a nicer approach – which wasn’t bad in combination with Chrysoara’s comments. They were innocent, scared, et cetera. All true things it seemed, except for Grass Hair. The Commander seemed to be almost pleading as she tried to end the situation.

She did a better job than Chrysoara. Sadly, Grass-Hair didn’t seem to care. Or he didn’t think. Or he couldn’t think. He clearly didn’t register that this situation was bad for him and was bound to only get worse. Grass-Hair made it worse. He began to spew about justice and more bullshit. The man was deluded. That’s all there was to it. Sadly, his words and quick actions of condemning the priests reinvigorated the crowd. Chrysoara and Commander Scarlett had lost them.

Fire flew in front of them – from where, Chrysoara was unsure. It seemed to be coming from beside them somewhere. Chrysoara instinctively stepped backwards slightly due to the heat – only to find himself embraced by a giant of a man.

Chrysoara reacted far too slow as he heard bullets fly into the hostages that Grass Hair was keeping. He could see the blood pouring from them. This was his fault. He had done this by not acting quicker or more decisively. He had failed. Chrysoara could barely feel the large man trying to squeeze him as he momentarily dealt with his grief. Grief turned to anger. Anger turned to rage.

Chrysoara lost himself in a way he had never done. He had never lost lives in this way before. These deaths were on his shoulders and no one else’s. On Salt Island, the deaths had been as part of an escape. He had felt he should have done more but in retrospect there was nothing he could do. He had managed to prevent any and all death on Rust Pit. This slaughter, though? This was preventable. Chrysoara should have reacted faster and prevented the man from even taking them as hostages.

Screams echoed in the candle-lit cactihedral as a few other priests yelled out. Some cried. One caught Chrysoara’s eyes. Decca Pelson was held by a man about equal to her in size, but his right arm was metal, and his grip was evidently tight as she couldn’t move no matter how hard she struggled. A tear glistened in her eye. Even louder than the screams was the cheering. The terrible, terrible cheering.

Chrysoara pried the larger man’s hands off of him and dropped to the ground. The man may have been larger than Chrysoara, but the fishman was no slouch at the height of 6’5 and weighing 250 or so pounds. Chrysoara felt his fist smash into the man’s gut, knocking him clear to the ground.

It would be a miracle if he got back up after the abuse he took from both Commander Scarlett in opening the door and now that punch.

Now, for Grass Hair.

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It appeared their leader was blinded by... Fear? Arrogance? Scarlett couldn't tell, however the people around him were agreeing. Did... Did that mean they already cared not for their lawlessness? Her heart sunk as she realised what might need to be done, however before she was able to a wave of bright light blocked her sight, a moment later a large hand reaching out from inside the Cactithedral and grabbing a hold of her. Despite her yelp of surprise, she was dragged inside, her rifle falling from her grip. Moments later she was held against the large man's chest alongside Chrys. For a moment, she wasn't sure what was happening, however then she heard the gunshot, as blood hit the floor, a moment later innocent people following. She froze, her eyes wide with confusion, anger, but most of all fear. And then, she proceeded to puke, not that she had much in her system to do so with right now anyway.

After spilling her guts, the Commander tried to clear her mind, to no avail. Shakily she attempted to reach for the gun at her side, but the firm grip around her was making it difficult. She wriggled and shouted as she attempted to get free, to stop this nonsense. Innocent lives... Innocent people were being killed and she couldn't do anything to stop it. It was Chrys that managed to make the first move, managing to free himself and sending the man to the ground with a single powerful punch. If Scarlett had time to be impressed she would have been, but right now she was too busy falling backwards, being released halfway through the fall. Quickly she steadied herself, despite her spinning mind, and reached for her side. These people were cheering, cheering for the deaths of innocents. These people, all of them... They were pirates, and she'd allowed this to happen... No, she couldn't allow any more people to die here.

There were several more hostages in the room, this made things a little bit more challenging. If they weren't careful more would fall, and she couldn't allow that to happen. Yet these people were riled up, they might lash out at the people they held simply because they could... She couldn't let it happen. A loud bang could be heard once again, this time from the young girl's pistol as it struck one of the men holding a hostage in the shoulder. A click and another bang and he fell over backwards, a bullet now in his chest too. Another click as she loaded yet another round, rushing herself over to the doorway of the Cactithedral. For a moment, it might have appeared as if she were fleeing, however she soon dropped down, sliding to a stop next to her rifle. In an instant she had it readied once again, and this time she wasn't hesitating. She looked down the sight of the weapon, directly at their leader... No hesitating, no fleeing... She had to do this. Once again a loud bang could be heard, as the much larger weapon now released a bullet towards the green haired man's head.

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A successful execution to the masses, but what did he succeed in personally? Jeremiah would gaze at the bodies briefly. Their deaths did not excel his goals nor did it improve his chances of escape, but rather he killed them out of spite; the thought of being trapped by priests like a dog chained to a post was humiliating, he had to vent his anger some how. Killing them without proper reason was something only a monster would do... and Jeremiah had already came to terms with being inhuman. he would gesture to the crowds to attack, but as he did, the marines managed to escape, wriggling away like worms from the behemoth's iron-like abs. The fishman striking a blow to the man's belly, clearing him from the court, down for the count.

Not long after, Jeremiah would feel a sting on the side of his face, followed by searing pain within his eye socket. He would hunch over, screaming in pain as his fingers frantically scanned the wounded area. His hands would be painted in red from the oozing wound. The genius had lost his left eye. His hand caressed the hollow socket, horrified of what just happened. His followers keeping track of current events and blocked the marine's path to their leader, all charging them with weapons in hand whilst few fired cheap shots from afar. Jeremiah quickly fell low to the ground, his anger being the driving force to push past the pain, he began to extend his reach via his cybernetic grappling hands. He grabbed hold on to the overhead roof support beams. The idea was simple, use the momentum of a swing to fall and land at the exit, right? He did the following: He began to recoil his arms whilst maintaining his grip. Once he reached the wooden beam, he used his legs to swing towards the back of the crowds while letting go. Now free fall, he could see it would be an easy way out as this minions would fend off the idiot marines.

Except the Genius had a change of heart when he caught a glimpse of the pink haired officer. Why was he running? cowering like a shunned dog. No. He would take the fight to heart. His mid-air falling would convert into a drop, directly above the officer. With knife in hand, he would hopefully land and use her as a human pin cushion. Eye for an eye, and all that.
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Boom.


Boom.


Boom.

A slight pause.


BOOM.

Chrysoara didn’t have time to react as gunshot after gunshot went off. His first instinct had been to dodge, hide, and attack back. However, he quickly realized that the bullets were being fired from none other than his trusty Commander. That fourth shot,though. That shot caused Chrysoara to shiver as the chills reverberated through his spine.

It was deadly accurate and blood sprayed as the leader took a bullet to the eye. It was time for them to end this with their leader….down? What in the hell. Grass-Hair was still standing. What in the hell did those New Age Priests do to these people that he was standing after that?

Chrysoara charged - only to be blocked off by charging crowd. In a moment, Chrysoara noticed that the hostages freed by Commander Scarlett’s bullets were fleeing towards the exit of the Cactihedral. Thankful for that, Chrysoara punched the first cyborg in the face that he could.

The man collapsed but another took his place. Another loud noise signaled a gun going off. It wasn’t alone as the room grew louder from the sounds of gunshots. Chrysoara felt bullets graze his arms as he pushed into the mass of cyborgs. Then, he felt a burning sensation in his thigh. This was followed by the strange sensation of warm liquid running down his leg. Finally, Chrysoara felt the pain of the gunshot wound.

He nearly screamed. Chrysoara has never been shot before - so this pain was an entirely new experience for the young fishman. That, and the suit he was wearing was expensive. Chrysoara managed to not scream as he grit his teeth and knocked another cyborg onto the ground with a punch. Suddenly, a path opened up through the masses - but it wasn’t Grass-Hair that he saw. No, their enigmatic leader was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Chrysoara saw a skinny man with a metal eye and hand looking at him. His left hand was wrapped around Decca Pelson.

Chrysoara charged despite the pain in his right leg.
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Scarlett watched as her bullet struck their leader, blood spraying himself and the nearby area, his hands over his damaged eye. Yet he still stood, no... He still moved. Was this adrenaline he was continuing on, or something else? Her intention had been to deal with the other individuals in the Cactithedral, but the fact their leader was still moving was a concern, especially as he propelled himself into the air and then... Towards her?! Cursing under her breath, the Commander rose to her feet, attempting to dart backwards, however he body faltered. She was slower than she'd expected, shaky, frail. The lack of food mixed with the nausea induced by fear and her adrenaline finally beginning to ebb seemed to have drained most of her energy. Her leg buckled as the man fell down in front of her, as she fell backwards.

Pain, she could feel pain... Scarlett screamed in confusion and agony as her left side from around her shoulder all the way down to by her hip was torn open by some sort of blade. Continuing to stumble backwards, for a moment she was unable to think or act, simply falling backwards, all her energy going into staying on her feet. Yet, she had very little energy left... She was beyond exhausted and she hadn't even noticed it. As blood seeped from the wound, the pain continued to cloud her mind. Every fibre of her being told her to run, to escape, to avoid any more of this... She wasn't a close quarters combatant and she wasn't really a combatant at all. Her feet continued to carry her backwards, her hazy vision showing the green haired leader with his weapon in hand, her own sniper laid on the ground behind him. She couldn't fight... But she doubted she could run...

As her vision continued to blur, Scarlett reached for the weapon at her waist with her good hand. With a quick movement she took aim at the man, this time at his torso and pulled the trigger. Her eyes were blurry but even then it wasn't a half bad shot. With her bad arm she attempted to reach for her ammo, only to scream once again in pain as she realised the damage to her shoulder was too much for her. With a small string of curses she holstered her pistol and reached for her sabre, holding it up in front of her in a defensive stance. Her swaying continued but she finally recognised the blurriness to be from her own tears. She quickly attempted to wipe them away, before preparing for the next attack assuming her pistol hadn't done enough to stop this man.
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