Mission 6b - Let's get ready to rumble!!!

Simply nodding, Sun sips his tea while watching Kazunori and Pretti talk.

Pretti checks out the map, and after talking it over with Sun, she wonders if Setsu might agree with A2 as the location. ”Somewhere in the northwest quadrant, so we can see ’em coming if they check A1 first.”

After putting on his gear, Sun gives his gun a suspicious look, then puts it away, hoping he won't have to actually pull it back out.

When the team tests the masks connection, a small statured person starts hopping on the locker room bench, his legs swinging back and forth excitedly.

"Guys! Guys! You can watch trids with these things? Does it get the latest episodes of Blades off the Handle?"

Giggling, he says more to himself than anyone else:
"Heeheehee... 'Believe me, I got this'... Heeheehee"

Sun collects himself after a few moments, and goes on to check if his trunk is locked securely.

Megumi prepared herself for this moment, both at practice and in her private time. The excitement for this event soured as she realize the carnage she will see matches the stereotypes of brutality the Cowboy Sheriff is known for.

"Fight to defend. Show restraint." she tells herself out loud. She knows the crowds will expect savagery from an oni, but she won't comply

Pretti is willing to take the ball if her teammates agree. As for pairings, she is happy to have Sun at her back, or Sun and Megumi can work together. If the latter, Pretti is comfortable working with the guy who shared a beer with her.

In any case, she will follow the outrider to B2, and suggests a banger hitch a ride (Sun?). One other banger should stay close to her, and heading West and East are trios of scout, banger and heavy.

“How’s that sound?” she asks, not sure she knows what the hell she’s doing!

Pretti clutches the ball and runs as if her life depended on it. Oddly, the adrenaline surging through her isn’t brought on by the fear of sprinting straight to Bullet Hell.

It’s the excitement.

Have I gone completely insane? I could die. I could end up with another metal limb! MK must be worried sick!

She shakes off the guilt of not telling MK the exact nature of her job. It’s what MK wanted, but that doesn’t make secrecy so easily rationalized.

Keep your head in the game!

Remembering Denbe’s glassy stare, Pretti understands what she must do if she wants to make it back to MK with two soft, fleshy arms to hold her.

I am a machine.

She hated that feeling earlier in the week, when her humanity slipped away. She might hate herself later, depending how the game goes. But to survive, Pretti thinks giving herself to the machine is her best shot at survival.

Winning, yes. That too. But victory is meaningless to the dead.

There's not much going through Sun's head. He's just enjoying the thrill right before battle, the breeze flowing through his beard, and simply the exercise of running. The possible ambushes, gunfire coming from anywhere, and constant, imminent danger the opposing team creates for the sheer sake of entertainment hasn't fully sunk in yet, as he jogs along with the scout through the empty, abandoned streets.

Megumi paces through the streets as she scouts out the map. Pistol at the ready, more for intimidation hopefully at the most. She curves corners in a more stealthy way, hoping if she does encounter any opponents, they can be subdued at close quarters at least

The dragon forces all make their way southwards, but spot no enemy players with the exception of the outrider, who doesn't seem to notice them either. Moving any further south at the moment will most certainly get some of you noticed by the outrider though.

Pretti whispers into the comm. Her message is meant for Setsu, but really, any experienced player is welcome to answer.

“Either we missed them, or they’re all South. So now I’m wondering: is there an army at their goal? Is there any reason for the eleven of us not to band together, and come in full force?”

Pretti nods. “All south then, and I’ll try to be sneaky. Scouts east and west of us can call me if there’s a goal. If it’s in D2, they can come back ya up.

“You got my back, right? I owe you a beer at Finish Line for every goal I score.”

[2] Perc
((All units south.

Medic to C2, every other group to D. Blaster chills in A2.)?

Hearing the familiar sound of heavy weapon fire, Megumi finds covers and hugs it, trying to determine the angle of the outriders shot patterns

Perception ( 1 success)

Pretti does all in her power not to get riddled with bullets! She hugs the ball as she takes cover!

Over the radio:
“Group 2, veering west. Joining, you group 1—keep your heads down, not blown off!”
(C2 to C1)
(D1 hold)

“Group 3, stay along the south end heading west. You might have company…”
(D3 to D2)

“Wheels, need ya to joust their biker dude!”
(O vs. O)


Pretti waits for Wheels’ welcome distraction, then MOVES HER METAL ASS! She tries to be ready for a surprise when she moves.
[1] Perception

As much as Pretti doesn’t want to get shot, she certainly isn’t about to surrender unscathed.

“My path’s predictable. Keep every shooter ducking under bullet hell!”

Pretti notes that the Tigers’ medic is close to the goal. She’ll sprint straight at the goal, knowing she needs to pass their medic. Maybe that means a short window of not being shot at.

Trusting Sun’s got her back and Megumi can shoot straight, Pretti makes her move! Speed’s all I got—it’s go time!

Sun gives a quarter of an inch nod, barely visible, and runs along with PreTTi, doing his best to keep up with her while keeping himself positioned as well as possible between her and any opposition.

Megumi works her way to the next decent line of cover, finding an opportunity to position herself for the current play. Its now or never, she tells herself before replying, I'm in position, where is my priority?

Pretti suggests, “Shoot Tigers in this sector—hope they duck!”

She means ‘shoot at,’ but one can only say so much while sprinting, and Pretti’s just happy she added the last bit. She means gunfire should, in theory, keep the other shooters occupied and at the same time, she hopes nobody gets killed.

But why would self-preservation stop the Tigers? It isn’t stopping Pretti from racing to that goal—!