RE: [Rage at the Eclipse] - The First Phase
01-05-2019, 08:38 PM
Lucy kept a vigilant eye on the surrounding neighbourhood. The house was located in the middle of a long avenue, giving it a wide view of any approaching battlebots, the houses around it seemed to have been vacated but none of them were on fire so that was good. In either Case Chroma had her gun up defensively, ready to provide supporting fire.
Zigrund meanwhile moaned bearily as it rubbed the part of its chest that the lasers had hit. His surprisingly sturdy barkeep outfit took the brunt of the assault, which would make sense for a bartender to wear armour in this part of town.
Wilnarr grabbed his gear, grabbing plenty of survival gear and essentials to keep him alive in whatever situation he found himself in. Chroma, after being called, went in to help him.
Meanwhile Jones fiddled with the radio, most of them were either static or playing the blaring tune of the emergency broadcast channel, giving the canned instructions to find shelter andto await further instructions. There was no particular broadcas-
The radio gave out a loud, warbling high pitched squeel that threatened to burst his eardrums and which seemed to shorten out the radio. Immediately after it the black sun, or rather, whatever was blocking out the sun in the sky seemed to shit, and more black spots could be seen descending from it towards the planet. Whatever happened the emergency broadcast changed and they picked up what seemed to be a military frequency.
"-Starport under assault, ships grounded until the -BZZT- Main Assault int he countryside, the city is -BZZT- Repeat, distraction!"
Zigrund meanwhile moaned bearily as it rubbed the part of its chest that the lasers had hit. His surprisingly sturdy barkeep outfit took the brunt of the assault, which would make sense for a bartender to wear armour in this part of town.
Wilnarr grabbed his gear, grabbing plenty of survival gear and essentials to keep him alive in whatever situation he found himself in. Chroma, after being called, went in to help him.
Meanwhile Jones fiddled with the radio, most of them were either static or playing the blaring tune of the emergency broadcast channel, giving the canned instructions to find shelter andto await further instructions. There was no particular broadcas-
The radio gave out a loud, warbling high pitched squeel that threatened to burst his eardrums and which seemed to shorten out the radio. Immediately after it the black sun, or rather, whatever was blocking out the sun in the sky seemed to shit, and more black spots could be seen descending from it towards the planet. Whatever happened the emergency broadcast changed and they picked up what seemed to be a military frequency.
"-Starport under assault, ships grounded until the -BZZT- Main Assault int he countryside, the city is -BZZT- Repeat, distraction!"