Channelknight Fadran

Lina sat on a boulder near a stream in the courtyard, holding herself in a light meditation while she waited.

"Alright." Elya clasped her hands together. "Where, then, can I find this 'personal rebellion'?"

"I would..." She considered for a moment. "I could be of use. I am a Mystic as well."

"I suppose I'm wondering if you'd like to fight back."

"That's what I assumed." Elya tapped the hilt of her sword. "Do you ever try to fight back?"

Elya let herself relax a bit, putting her breathing back under control. "You're a Mystic?"

She kept her hand away from the sword at her side. "You were being pursued."

We can. She thought for a moment. The courtyard in an hour, perhaps? I'm in the middle of something, actually.

Elya landed in front of him. "Hello."

@Ookla The Raveness The first of the enemy attack drones exploded in a shower of sparks as his concentrated energy beam slammed into it. Schevin wasted no time from there, instead twisting his turret to the left to target another fighter. It zipped around in pursuit of one of their interceptors, cutting left and right with its anti-mo booster. This one was piloted by... whoever it was that had attacked them. It took him a moment to triangulate a target lock and hold an assisted aim pattern on it, reading its movements with the fastest accurate algorithm Elmer had adapted thus far. Considering the level of skill this pilot had, however, this could only go so far: most of it was up to him. He weaved his crosshairs about, following its movements for another few seconds. It started opening fire on the interceptor--and, committing a line of attack, it set itself up for a predicted target lock. Schevin squeezed the trigger, and another blast of energy zipped out into the cold heart of space. It crashed right through the fighter's wing, spiraling it out of control into the heat of battle. The ship's correction system would get itself back to the cruiser, but in terms of combat it was out of the battle.

Standing atop a clock tower's pinnacle, Elya watched her city move in place. Lights twinkled on and off, and buzzing crowds made their way through the streets as night began to darken to twilight. A wind blew from the right; only a few degrees off of true East. Elya breathed with it, wondering if there was any pattern to its blow. She only shifted herself fractions of an inch to account for the breeze, holding herself in a perfectly balanced stance. There was a disturbance. She glanced to her right, watching a Pacis officer run into an alleyway in pursuit of someone. A Mystic? Should be interesting. Elya leapt from the tower, brushing her foot against the pinnacle to keep her feet against the tower. The breeze blew harsher against her now, but she curled into a ball, somersaulting down for just a second. When she came out of it, Elya kicked off the tower's tapered-out end and shot away from the building beneath it. The wind brushed above and beneath her, providing just a slight amount of lift; nothing that would be noticeable to a normal person, but enough to provide another layer of precision. She breathed in, scanning all her options beneath her in a fraction of a second. The street, the people, the vehicles... everything within a radius around where she aimed to land. Everything still moved towards her--or rather she towards them--but her concentration sped up tenfold in just a moment. Then she came between a lantern post and the ground, then kicked off of it and spiraled sideways. Her momentum broke out in a fraction of a second, and she hit the street at the shoulder, rolled to her feet, and continued running. Elya dashed at top speed, weaving between strangers and across every obstacle without issue. The world blurred around her as she removed all unnecessary information from her peripheral. Past a building, through a crowd, down from one street to the next without so much of a bead of sweat... now she had overtaken the Pacis, and was tailing the Mystic. Hopefully she wouldn't seem too unfriendly. @Ookla the Mystic

"Yep. That too."

All combatives: to your stations. All noncombatives: to Airlock Saferoom Twelve. This is not a drill. We are under attack. Schevin knew his way around this ship better than most--he managed to weave through some old back-end scaffholding and innards to reach his station as fast as possible. His turret was waiting, prime and ready from its last real repairs. Smashing his thumb into the fingerprint lock, he opened the door and ran inside. Along the dash was his fantasy diorama, and to the right was his coffee machine. He ignored both of those, plopping down into his seat and grabbing the controls. "Elmer, put it on!" Schevin shouted, gripping the handles. Yessir! The room faded away as a first-person laser-hologram display replaced it, placing him--virtually--like he was in the actual cockpit of the turret downstairs. Out the window he could see plenty of drones, interceptors, and piloted ships flying around in a loose dogfight. Most were pretty far off. He cranked the right control stick twice, allowing the ship a few moments to rearray his weapons from Standard to Rapid-Fire to Precision, then tapped the Enhance button on the control monitor to zoom in his view, displaying his turret's current aim trajectory in a pair of crosshairs before him. From there Schevin only had one thing left to do; he took aim and fired.

He leaned forwards and kissed her.

"Because... I..." He wrapped his arms around her. "Love you."

Fadran stepped up close to her. "That's right. Wanna know why that is?"

"You're the one who hid the mistletoe."

Wow. You're really clear now. Lina sounded impressed. I keep a level of awareness of everyone nearby, usually for basic purposes. It makes things a lot easier if you can read a room without any margin of error. As for you, I simply noticed that you're more... balanced.

"It doesn't happen often," Schevin added. He tapped a couple buttons on his wristbank and pulled up a quick, loose schematic of ship. "I need to get to my turret. I'll vouch for you if you can't get there in time, but right now just try to get up."

Schevin swore as the alarms started blaring. "Okay. Stop arguing. Get to your stations!" He started running out of the engine room.

Schevin looked at E-IS. "I propose we leave them to it." @Ookla the Frustrated

"Yes, I'm sure." Schevin sighed. "Listen, Azgard... did you or did you not have anything to do with the missing robots?"

"Please no ripping or eating." Schevin replied.

Still a little muddled. Legible, though. Lina nodded. You're not bad. Better than most.