[RP]Skies of Elleard

Raistlin had already healed by the time the man in the red coat started firing his guns at a very rapid rate. Before he could manage a counter attack, he was already hit two more times by the bullets, once in the chest, and another round in the arm. “Can't the barkeep go buy a new slave?”, Raistlin said to himself while creating a shield around himself as well. He then used his magic to blow the machine gun up on the mech that Darque drove into the ruins.


This caused bullets to fly all over the place from the now destroyed gun from the heat of the explosion. The shield will protect myself and Darque, thought Raistlin as he looked towards her. Darque was now awake from the noise, and shocked at what was going on. She paniced as she saw the tracers from the bullets fly towards her, unaware that she was protected by the shield placed upon her in her sleep.


She saw a man firing machine guns, and Raistlin standing there with his arm extended. He must have fired the fireball that blew up the machine gun. Scared, and unsure of what to do, she shouted, “STOP, PLEASE,” in an attempt to calm them both.


Raistlin, about to fire more lightning at the man in the red coat, put his arm to his side. However, he wouldn't lower the shields. He simply kept his eyes on the man in the red coat.
 
As the Machine gun on the Mech blew up, Stephen dove to the floor, his only problem, as he did so his Pistols flew from his hands and landed around a meter or two away from him, as he looked up, from his face down position, he saw the guns, he lifted his left arm and placed his left hand on the ground, but when he tried to do it with his right, he felt a searing pain, as he pushed himself over onto his back using only his left arm, he saw a small pool of blood on the floor where he was, looking at his right arm, there were four or five bullets in his right arm.

Slowly sitting up he clenched his right arm, gritting his teeth in pain, all of his moves were slow, and pain filled, Even his breathing was labored through the pain. “STOP, PLEASE,” was shouted, a female voice let Stephen know it was the Slave girl getting involved, as he slowly reached his feet he looked at the pair, pain filling his face. Striding over to his guns, he reached down and lifted his black gun with his left hand and slotted it into the right holster behind his back, inside his jacket, and then did the same with the white gun, but in the left holster.

"I can do that" Stephen announced as he Glared at the guy with white hair "as long as your not Neristrian Scum like him" Stephen then added, a distinct sound of hatred in his voice.
 
Raistlin and Darquewillow watched as the man in the coat was hit in the arm and fell to the ground. Even after this, they watched as he grit his teeth in pain, and picked up his guns, following Darquewillow's desperate plea to stop. The man put his guns back in his holster, and said, “I can do that,” as he glared at Raistlin with a hate filled look, “as long as you're not Neristrian scum like him.”


Darquewillow tried to stand up, but the shield kept her down. “I am not, I promise. Raistlin, please take the shield off.”


“Why, so he can take you?”
“No, he needs treatment.”
“So he can take you after he gets it?”
“Raistlin, please, he's hurt. I'm sure he will listen if we explain.”
“Then he can take you?” Raistlin said, not amused.
“RAISTLIN! Please, just let me take care of his wounds.”


“Fine, but I'm keeping my shield up. Bullets sting,” said Raistlin, as he lifted the shield off of Darquewillow. “T-thank you,” she said to Raistlin, then directing towards the man in the coat, “I am sorry about that. Please, sit down down so I can treat your wounds. M-my name is Darquewillow, the 'slave' you are looking for. I am not really a slave, I was captured years ago and sold. Please understand.”


Raistlin was less than amused. Keeping his eye on the man in the coat, and keeping his guard up, he watched as Darquewillow strode slowly towards the man in the red coat.
 
Stephen listened to the Exchange between the Slave girl and this Raistlin character, the searing pain still screeching in his right arm, blood running down his arm and Dripping to the floor from his right hand, the pool gettin slowly larger, “I am sorry about that. Please, sit down down so I can treat your wounds. M-my name is Darquewillow, the 'slave' you are looking for. I am not really a slave, I was captured years ago and sold. Please understand.” the girl who introduced herself as Darquewillow told him, Stephen didn't really have a choice in the matter as he went slightly dizzy and Stumbled Before Falling to the ground backwards and landing up against the pillar opposite the one he hid behind.

Stephen raised his left arm and grabbed his right arm, just above the top of his Bicep, Squeezing as much as he could through the pain, he looked at the girl "Do what you have to" Stephen muttered.
 
Darquewillow ran up to the man in the red coat as he fell down, his back leaned up against the pillar. As Darquewillow neared him, he said to her, “Do what you have to.” Not quite sure what to do, she looked at Raistlin, “Look he is not going to hurt me, he is in no condition. Please, help me get these bullets out.” Walking back to the mech, Raistlin looked for a first aid kit. They usually all had them, Raistlin was typically required to loot fallen mechs and often saw them when he would take one down.


Finding it, he handed it to Darquewillow. “Inside, there should be bandages, tongs to remove the bullets, alcohol, needles, and thread to stitch the wounds up.” Darquewillow opened the box, and removed everything inside. “It is at times like these, I am very glad to have taken those classes back home.”


The first thing she did was pour the alcohol into the wounds. The man grunted as it burned, yet disinfected the wounds. Pouring more onto the tongs, she then put it into the man's arm, and began to pull out the bullets, one by one. She knew this had to be hurting the man, but it was the only way to stop further bleeding, and infection.


Once all the bullets were out, she started stitching up the wounds. It was a tedious process, and without anything to knock him out with, the man must have been in serious pain. It seemed like an hour, but she was done. After the stitches, she wrapped them in bandages. She was done. “That should be all. You are going to be okay.”
 
“That should be all. You are going to be okay.” Darquewillow informed Stephen causing him to look down at the arm, the past hour of his life being filled with excrutiating pain, Stephen looked at Darquewillow with a look of thanks and shook his head a couple of times before grabbing what was left of the alcohol and taking a large mouthful before swallowing and shaking his head as the taste was disgusting.

Stephen looked at Darquewillow "My name is Stephen Hownam, I used to be a member of the Skylar Army which is where i learned to wield many guns, my favorite being the two pistols i carry with me at all times, I Pilot an Airship called the Strahl, i built it myself and also Maintain it myself, I was sent to get you alive, i have no idea why the guy wants you back instead of buying a new slave, but the reason i agreed to the job was so i could have the water tank of the Strahl filled for Free." Stephen had given Darquewillow all the information he had "and if your wondering why I'm telling you all this, it's because i want you to stop Torturing me" Stephen joked with a smirk.
 
It was getting worse. Cuclainn could feel her power source inside her body groaning and her left arm was jittery and ragged with its movements. It was only thankful that her other machinery parts were unaffected. It must have been the constant action she had seen in the last half a year. Blood and dust was a very bad combination if not cleaned. Trying to act as normal as possible, Cuclainn slowly made her way towards the direction of the shop the boy had pointed out. From what she had gathered, the doctor was highly skilled and praised for his works, which was good. Not many could match Doctor Schlifen's skill back at the Guild compound and if he had recommended this man, then he had to be good.

Cuclainn made it to the door and saw that there were several people inside already. That didnt matter. All she wanted to avoid was collapsing or failing in public view. The door swung open and she stumbled into the shop. Despite her ailments, Cuclainn retained her robot like exterior, standing straight, her movements smooth and her face deadpanned.

Is there a Doctor Aspel present? i came under Doctor Schlifen's recommendation. I require mechanical assistance of a rather urgent nature.

Scanning the room, she did not see a man that would have been Aspel. After all, he was meant to be the same age as Schlifen and none of those present was over 40.
 
Wilheim started whistling to a tune that he couldn't remember listening too. He spent most of the day tuning up his mech as well as cleaning it. Feniks was as shiny as the Northern Lights.

With everything done, and nothing better to do. Wilheim decided to head off into the city. Leaving the hanger to his own personal quarters, he noticed a part, an ancient relic he found in a ruin in the Southern Islands. Ever since he found it, he had been trying his best to decipher the code that dotted the surface of it. He wasn't sure whether to keep it in hopes of finding similar things, or selling it off to make a quick Bani. Nonetheless, no one in Edelberg actually knew how to decipher it.

"Oh yeah, I was wanting to go to the capital to see if I can find someone to decipher that." Loewe thought as he picked up the piece. It was not too light, but no too heavy. The relic looked like an oversized prescription tablet, no bigger than the cellphones of modern day. It was colored in a standstone brown color. The only exception was white ring on the center. There were markings on this center piece, but it was in a language that Wilheim, and apparently, the people of Edelberg was unfamiliar with. Perhaps by taking the Relic to the Capital City, he would be able to find someone who could decipher the message.

Putting the relic in his pocket, Wilheim headed back to the hanger, and climbed up into Fenik's cockpit. Fenik's powered up and the center body lifted up, it's weight supported by the mech's 4 legs.

"Alright, let's head to Skylerk City." With that, the 4-legged beast began it's slow crawl using it's legs. The mech had 2 configurations, walking mode, and and sliding mode. Walking mode was able to traverse the harshest terrain, but cannot move faster than a train, sliding mode, which uses a series of wheels, supported by an outer rubber ring, could be used to traverse faster, but was unable to traverse the rougher terrain.

Nonetheless, the way to Skylerk was smoother than most, and once outside the hanger, configured himself to the sliding mode and began "sliding" towards the city.

He liked the view of the plains surrounding the area. Though Wilheim wished his mech would travel faster. He sometimes wished he could strap a rocket engine he heard so much about for a much needed speed boost, but with the unreliability of rockets these days. It could result in catastrophic damage to the mech, and himself, and he'd rather not get his mech damaged while not in battle.

After a few hours of driving his way, the Capital City came into view. Wilheim's sliding mode slowed down as he went back to his walking mode. He parked Feniks under the cover of a nearby rock formation before powering it down. Climbing out of the cockpit, Wilheim stretched. "Man, my mech is running like a dream." He thought. The city was within walking distance, so he took a water canteen and began heading towards the city.
 
"What can I do for you two?"

After helping the man with a life-saving procedure, earning the nickname Thirteen, and learning why he was so respected, Shadow was asked this question. Julius, the strange man he was, had his arms behind his head. His flesh ones, anyways.

His mechanical ones were crossed in front of his chest.

Shadow decided to answer now. A girl came in before, however, and seemed to be having a lot of injuries.

Well, it was obvious. There was a hole in her chest. Shadow changed the answer he had framed in his mind to something else, though similar. He drew back his sleeve with his left hand, clearly revealing his mechanical arm.

"I simply want to know if there's anything you can do to make my arm better than it is. Though it seems you would be better off helping her then me at the moment: I can wait."
 
Julius could not help but chuckle. "So many people come to call on me. And within just a few hours too. So then lets start with introductions. I'm Julius Aspel. No doctor or any other sort of title." He offered a hand to each of his guests including the new one.

"First off, Thirteen," he said pointing at Shadow. "Yes, I probably can improve your arm. I expect it runs on an actual power supply. I can fix that, as well as streamline it."

"You," he said, pointing at Skylar. "I'm afraid I don't know you; I don't really get out very often. I'm mostly on call. If you want to offer your technology, I'm perfectly fine. I'd be especially interested in weapons integration. And as a bonus I'll make the same offer: if you want, I'll upgrade yours and streamline it as well."

"And then there's you," he finished, pointing at Cuclainn. "I don't know who this Dr.Schlifen is but I can certainly fix you up. Just tell me what you need."
 
"And then there's you, I don't know who this Dr.Schlifen is but I can certainly fix you up. Just tell me what you need."

Cuclainn was a bit confused. Here was a rather young man, claiming to be Dr Aspel. It did not make sense. Her eyes squinted ever so slightly in suspicion before she gave in. Repairs are needed right now. There was no choice.

Forgive me if i may come out rude, you seem rather young. I had expected an older gentleman, but that matters not. In any case, i am in your care then.

Cuclainn moved up to the table where Julius sat and rest both of her arms on the table. From there, she removed her gauntlet and the sleeved on her arms, showing the interior and structural design of the prosthetic.

I am ashamed to say, but the lack of care and maintenance has deteriorated the condition of my arm. It seems that several components need replacement such as hears, wires, pistons and valves. A general overhaul. The more problematic issue is this.

Cuclainn pointed to the heart shaped clear cover on her lower chest.

Due to prior events, most of my internal organs have been replaced by a power source for most of my machinery. Its seen better days and i believe it needs to be replaced as soon as possible. The more efficient and new, the better. It is not a pleasant experience having it replaced and i wished to do it as little as possible.

That was basically it. Everything else about her was fine Cost was not an issue. The Guild would pay for it. She just hoped this "Julius" was good at what it does. Memories of the last experience sent a shiver down Cuclainn's back.
 
OOC: Tipsy ninja'd me but I saw it just before posting :lew:

This miracle working technician was correct. Of course, he wasn't exactly surprised to see this many people come within the hour, not even Skylar was capable of replacing an entire spine. No matter, he decided to speak up to the several people in the room. First he looked at Shadow. He sat back as the other person who came in said her words.

"Well...uh...thirteen." He was obviously not too comfortable calling this man by a number, but it was how he knew him anyway. "It seems the higher priority here is the newcomer..." He looked over at the person who's entire abdominal area seemed mechanical. Since so much of the body was machine, Skylar didn't see any way it would be possible to use metabolic activity to efficiently power it...

Then he turned to Julius and said aloud, "And I can hang tight while you do your work, but if you like, I can also work with you, or we can split each job up...I don't have my materials though...but it would only take me about 5 minutes to go back and get them, which I will, but only if you trust that I will come back." In this kind of situation, he knew that it might be hard to trust someone that initially said he would not be paying cash. So he decided on a tad bit of collateral. Revealing the blade under what would be his index finger, he removed it with his right hand. He used the blade to put into a small slot on his mechanical forearm. This made a spring pop loose, revealing a key of the sorts. He then put his finger back on and locked it in place. Then taking this key hi inserted that into another slot ad twisted. All his crystaline and metal plating over his one arm had popped loose.

"So you can trust I'll come back..." He needed these liners, or else the weather would get to his interior parts and ware them down too much. He walked over to the nearest table and took all the plates off. "This way, even if I don't come back...well, crystal ain't cheap these days..." He figured, since he was revealing his technology to this man anyway, he had nothing to lose in doing this. Now there was a simple light weight frame visible along with areas to carry ammunition and the various guns. All his blades were also exposed. There was a small generator connecting to his hidden flesh near the top of his shoulder. There were wires and one set of hydrolics. The wires lead to motors for all the joints. His technology was simple but space efficient. Not so much for energy though...

He then added, "I'll leave you to this bigger project, and if you there," He motioned to thirteen, "Would tell me if you want me to work on your arm, I'll head out for supplies..." It had been a while since he did any work on someone else...but this person was in need, so he would offer his technology for a simple fee...that he lived and never sold the technology...
 
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“Oh, I am very sorry. I did not mean for it to hurt that much.” Darquewillow apologized. She knew that she probably hurt him. However, even though it was in his best interest, she didn't enjoy the she caused someone physical pain. Besides, it was all Raistlin's fault for doing so much damage. “Raistlin, you did not have to do that.”


Raistlin, however, was less than amused. “Oh sure, a bullet to the head would have hurt far less than a bullet in the shoulder. I was only looking out for your best interest. You asked me to help you, and that's what I'm doing.” The logic was sound as far as Raistlin was concerned. “You spoke of a ship,” Raistlin said as he walked closer to Stephen. “and they are holding it until you return Darquewillow? No offense, but I think I can speak for both of us when I say that we don't like that idea very much.”


As if to further emphasize what he was saying, Darquewillow shuttered and made a noise that sounded rather like a whimper as she looked away. “I-I would really like not going back there. I never want to see that place again,” she said in a barely audible whisper. Raistlin quickly replied, “As you can see, the lady really doesn't like that idea.”
 
Stephen smirked at the back and forth between the two who were acting like a couple "yea, i have a ship, but there aint no way i'm letting you on it" Stephen announce glaring at Raislin. Standing up he looked at Darquewillow "So, what was a pritty thing like you doing as a slave? your clothes, their of Nobility, not common slave ware" Stephen questioned.

Stephen strode across the Ruin with a smirk on his face, "and what about you Furion, I'm positive the Neristrian's don't let you out of their precious labs" Stephen announced "How did you get here?" Stephen added, Questioning Raistlin
 
“So, what was a pretty little thing like you doing as a slave? Your clothes, their of nobility, not common slave ware,” Stephen questioned towards Darquewillow. “I was traded by my family for their lives when I was young. If they didn't trade me, they would have probably killed us. It was a Neristrian noble. Once he realized I would bow to him, he sold me to that bar owner.” Darquewillow felt as if she could trust the man. However, she could see Raistlin didn't trust him at all.


“And what about you Furion, I'm positive Neristrian's don't let you out of their precious labs. How did you get here?”


Raistlin, quite shocked that Stephen even knew what a Furion was, answered his question. “They don't exactly get a choice in the matter when I kill them. I escaped. How do you know what a Furion is anyway?”
 
“They don't exactly get a choice in the matter when I kill them. I escaped. How do you know what a Furion is anyway?" Stephen smiled at this question and looked up at Raistlin, a memory flashed in his head causing him to place his hand on his forehead, once the memory had gone, Stephen shook his head and looked back to Rasitlin.

"I've fought your kind before, shortly after i left the army, before i built the Strahl, i was captured by Neristrian scientists and shoved into fights with you white haired, red eyed Sharp fanged freaks." Stephen explained "you never met a Furion with a number of 5 or below did you, thats because i killed them" Stephen smiled as he spoke.

"I tell you what, you guys are hard to kill, hard but not impossible" Stephen took a seat on the other side of the temple and looked at the two "either of you got a cigarette?" Stephen threw in at the end.
 
“Well, that's no surprise then. One through five were failures. Six through Ten were close to being successes. Eleven and up, including myself, were supposed to be the final batches. Trust me, we're not entirely devoid of emotion. For example, I'm catching on to them rather quickly.” Raistlin explained. “Unfortunately, we have no cigarettes.” Darquewillow then sat back on the floor and grabbed Raistlin's robe top. “Well, Mr. Stephen, it is still night out, I am sure we can help you get your ship back somehow, but I think for the time being, we should all rest. Especially you, with your hurt arm.” Explained Darquewillow, as she laid her head down to sleep.
 
Stephen smiled as Derquwillow called him Mr Stephen and then suggested they sleep "It's just Stephen, no Stephen" he informed her before looking at Raistlin. he un-holstered one of his pistols with his left arm and gripped it tightly, before removing his jacket and folded it up as a makeshift pillow, he was a foot or so away from the fire where he set up his 'bed', it was more like laying his coat down on the ground, but it was where he would sleep.

Resting his head on his pillow he took one last look at Raistlin smirking "Don't try anything" he muttered before going to sleep.
 
"That's quite perfect, Skylar. As for you my little mechanical doll, I'm afraid you don't have the biological capcity for my power source. Not yet anyway. Father mentioned something like this existed. To be quite honest it was my first project. And I failed spectacularly." He laughed at that.

"Of course that was before the system I currently implant. Since then I've figured out how to fix it. You see, I can implant an engine that cycles your blood and forces additional metabolic reations with the correct combination of biochemicals. This effectively acts as the rest of your internal organs. However to keep it going you will need to supply yourself with some basic amenities. Water, salt, things like that."

"What's more, Its a third the size of whats running now. That means I can put in a few battery cells that you can draw on if you need to. And past that, I can even turn them into emergency weapons if you want, but I would be cautious about using them in that manner."

"Your arms will be easy enough to fix though given the dimished facilities of your biological components I will advise against modifying those. This is all, of course, your decision."

"And one more thing. Don't underestimate me because I'm young." This last line he said with an even wider smile.
 
Well, isn't he cocky? His arm was just stitched up and he still thinks he can take me out. Raistlin thought. Besides, it's I that should have to worry about him doing something. After all, he's trying to take Darquewillow back to that Bar. Raistlin then looked at Darquewillow. She was already fast asleep. Figuring that it would probably be in her best interest to protect her, he placed a shield over her with a wave of his hand.


Furions didn't sleep well. Or so Raistlin was led to believe. He had never slept well at all, he wouldn't know about others, seeing as how the only interaction he ever had with another Furion was fighting and missions to ruins.


With the action over with for now, Raistlin walked back towards the wall, and continued reading. It was odd how the Ancients loved writing on the walls. Sometimes it was useless information, sometimes it told of where things were hidden, and at times, history long forgotten. At very rare occasions, he would find that they would hide codes on how to open hidden doors.


It was quite thrilling, and amazing to Raistlin that despite being destructive, they were very secretive, and hid just about everything of value inside deep ruins. He hoped that he could find some clue as to where the Dewprism would be. It was very fortunate that humans and Elves couldn't read Ancient writing, or else they may have found it by now, and used it for some kind of destructive purpose.
 
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