Splicers - I Am Legion - IC Thread

As Chaska and Woodstock dive after Lance and Pretty Bird, Chaska feels relief with each passing moment. Being up in the sky with no cover, nowhere to hide, as plain and easy to see, Chaska feels like a living fireworks display for the Machine to come and find and rend and terminate. But closer to the ground meant his chances - their chances - for survival increased literally by the second.

Yet Chaska feels Lance's reaction to these new scorpion-Machines is... troublesome. There were no signs of humans here, just the scorpion-Machines searching for Gaia-knows-what. If just the mere sight of Machines alone set Lance off like this... well... Lance might very well lose his berserker mind to passion and violence. This might lead him and Pretty Bird to an early grave. Other Splicers might call this approach heroic or reckless or any number of things. Chaska feels Lance's approach, while admirable for his apparent selflessness, is simply the opposite of his own - stealth-first, gather facts, kill fast when the enemy is weakest, and disappear before he is found.

The Deliveryman realizes it then - Lance is a giant screaming hawk, Chaska the quiet leopard. Toni? Perhaps a great lioness? Time would tell.

Seeing the tracks, Chaska grimaces. How it must kill Lance inside for him to restrain himself so!

Mirgris said:

He dives gravity assisting his speed so he is ground level again almost instantly.
Over comms he finally responds once they are low to the ground and heading towards their destination.

"I'm finding them on the way back even if I have to do it alone."

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Chaska nods in acknowledgement. "Alone? Take Pretty Bird with you," the survivor advises coolly, "or you die."

Memorizing the tracks as best he can, he adds, "Lance listen. Afta mission, if Kraken and opportunity allow, Chaska help you find and keel de Scorpion-Machines." He pauses, not wishing to invite himself into what appears to an Outrider's personal hunt.

"That is... if you... want Chaska help?"

Chaska leaves Toni's name out of this. Each Splicer must decide their own fate and walk their own road. Whatever Toni decided on the matter, Chaska would try to respect. In the meantime, the enemy Facility and the Kraken's wrath awaited.

The two Machines go on their way, with their attention focused on ground before them and not into the air behind them. Using your own advanced optics and other sensors, you are able to accelerate away without being spotted. Without any signs of the Machine around, you are able to set a good pace as you travel. Ahead of you are the ruins of a pair of farming distribution nodes. While the Machine doesn't need food, there have been cases where an ambush is set for any man or woman that makes the mistake of trying to raid the area for food more dangerous. But at this time, there is no need to worry about your supplies; you have plenty of food for over three months, and your Host Armor suits are usually able to feed themselves.

"Dumb trap," Chaska sniffs as he marks the position of the place as they travel. "Only most desperate of human will attempt. Machine must know this."

There was a time when Chaska was among those desperate. More than once had he displayed incredible patience and cunning to take food or supplies for himself back before he joined the Splicers. Never had he robbed from such a heavily-defended locale, but he remembered the first time he bit into a chocolate bar.

Pure heaven! It was one great delicacy he could not get on his own.

How a person could change when the desire and talent were great enough!

Keeping low to stay under any line of sight of the two robots, the group speeds along, heading on your course through the ruined city. Soon enough, it is time to drop down to the ground to place the next of the Trailblazer bio-signal booster for the upcoming Kamikaze missile strike. It is a quick process that you are getting more and more confident doing, and it is only a moment before you are back up in the air and speeding along towards your target.

You are making excellent progress towards the Industrial Complex, and if you continue your pace, you'll get there with several days to spare to lie low and observe your target for the best possible places to hide the Squealers.

As time and distance become more and more, Chaska finds himself relaxing. Recording what he can, the Deliveryman tries to adapt to flying towards missions instead of his own methods of stalking steadily on the ground like a ghost at strike of midnight. Unused to viewing the world from above where there is no cover and no place to hide, Chaska is never far from his perceived escape routes. All the while, the feeling of moving through the air and the unusual sensations of liberation give him a new point of view - life through the eyes of the flight-capable Outrider.

While Chaska and his bio-birb, Woodstock, have long been a team, Chaska only took flight as means of escape from enemy forces - as means of survival. Here? It's almost a means of recreation! Something to be enjoyed. There is an addictive quality to it. The longer they fly, the more Chaska finds himself glancing at Woodstock, Pretty Bird, and his fellow Splicer, Lance. This is Lance's world after all.

Zooming along inside his beloved Host Armor, WyldKat, Chaska the Deliveryman feels his world expand. He is more glad than ever that Lance and Pretty Bird are among them. Perhaps this is a little of what Chief Rybeck already understood when he dubbed them his Cerberus Gorehounds.

It was one more reason to fight - the act of living... and this was certainly living!

Everyone please give me a Perception roll. Purr , what is your bonus on Perception for you and your tweetie bird?

Rolling with a +7.

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