Lords of Rock

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A Rock Hard Land for Rock Hard Men.

The Rockaverse

The Land of Plenty

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The Rockaverse is a part of Lords of Rock.

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Syra Onnet [88] A thrall who seeks more from life.
Captain Ash [20] A man gone wild, either by lust, by wars, or by the desert sun. Or maybe he's just clinically insane.
M'Kama [14] Life and death, two sides of the same coin. With that in mind, he crafts his own luck.
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The lanky man in silver armour laughed loudly as his horse came to a stop before the group. "Howdy!" The man said in a thickly Tryptian accent. "Howdy Pard-Ner!" He exclaimed, a massive smile from beneath his helm- though his eyes were hidden from beneath his circular spectacles.

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Arubak pinched his nose. "Can I ask what the fuck y'all want?" He asked. "We got a lotta folk here that can peer put and see that weapon of yers. It's gonna make 'em mighty nervous. So why don't we cut the formalities an' skip straight to business. Why are y'all here and what do y'all want?"

M'Kama hung in the back on his ant, contemplating something.

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"Hallo, Aroombak," The Tryptian called out, his voice muffled as he reered his stallion. "I have heard a lot about you- and your holy land!" He called. "I am called Sir Jamapipponen, Knight Prefect and apprentice to Grand Master Swipian."

The Tryptian paused. "We hæve heard you have somethings that belong to the system of the Matran," They began. "And we are trying to figure out how to get them back."

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"That's...that's funny," Arubak chuckled. ""Now where'd you go and here a thing like that?" He laughed, taking in the assorted visitors that had just arrived at his doorstep. Outworlders....and Zambob? Not a typical alliance. Things were not progressing in the manner in which he'd thought. Why would outworlders join forces with that kook?

"Let's say we did have some of them bullets of yours, though..." Arubak shrugged. "How much would y'all be willin' to put down for 'em?"

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The Tryptian sat emotionless on his steed, his face covered. Behind him the other Knights sat on their horses in formation, the desert winds picking up any loose cloth poking out of their armour and sweeping it up in gusts. Syra could see Azure there, fourth from the Trptian on the left. There were more Knights now then originally- an edition ten or so having arrived since Syra first encountered the offworld group.

The Tryptian made a sound.

"Complicated question, the price of those bullets," The Tryptian chuckled.

The lords of Rock stood behind Arubak on antback as their host suddenly had begun to negotiate their bullets away beneath the desert moon.

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Ash listened silently, even as the strange woman Falcon had interjected. He contemplated Syra's passion about destroying the canon. Partly found himself agreeing with parts of what Seru had pleaded (surprisingly). Was mostly on the same side as Otis, though with considerably different end goals. And yes, he even gave M'Kama's suggestion some thought.

But he felt he had listened quite enough. "Alright, first thing's first. What bloody qualifications do a single one of you have to honestly think you can weigh any odds of anyone's plans of success? I've Captained ships. Commanded ground troops. I may have been stuck on this rock for 16 years, but I can still remember my formal education in tactics, strategy, and statesmanship. The only other person here who I would assume comes close to that is Otis due to his working with the Guardians. So when I have a plan, it's not some bloody half-cocked rambling based on superstition or wishful thinking." Ash hadn't moved at all during his rant, but the bite was very clear in his words.

"Secondly, have we all completely disregarded the bloody intruder in our meeting?" He said shooting a glance at Falcon. "Perhaps I'm insane, but I don't feel comfortable detailing any plans in front of a complete stranger. So as far as my plans go, I think I'm quite done verbalizing them. I'm still learning to trust all of you, so I'm absolutely not going to open up about this subject to someone we should all be incredibly suspicious of. No offense intended."

Ash stood taking another sip of his water, and clearing his throat once more. "I understand the fears each of you have. None of us want people on this planet to suffer, but there are millions in this galaxy who have been slaughtered for centuries by the colossal empires that rule it. I want to protect The Rock as much as any of you do, but I also want to protect the millions of other innocents who don't live on it. I've heard what you all have to say, your plans and solutions, and I for one am willing to consider them all and talk more about them. For now though, I sugges-"


There was a knocking at the door as one of Arubak's men entered the room. An army was here at the Holy Land. And so was the gun.

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Ash rode out with Arubak and the Lords of Rock, uneasy about the whole situation. If the canon didn't have any ammunition, it wasn't a threat. Nonetheless, the gun's presence here meant something was very wrong. Perhaps they were here by accident, but...

A small part of the army approached them, and it wasn't long before Ash recognized the horses and armor of the knights. His eyes narrowed slightly as his hand went to rest with his revolver. All thoughts of his hatred for Sor started to return at the sight, but they did not overshadow the thought in his mind that something deeper may be going on. Why were they here handling the situation with the gun? Escorting it even? And it sounded like they were preparing to hand it over to Zambob? For what purpose?

"And what do the people of Sanctuary believe the answer to this question is? Or is it perhaps you and your fellow knights who have the answer?" Ash feinted in a friendly tone.

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"Sanctuary has demanded, and been given, the right to guard the weapon of the stars," Zambob said, his words strangely powerful across the sands, as if it were coming from all directions at once. "The Holy Land should honor its treaty with me, the weapon's prophet."

"This doesn't make sense," Otis muttered to himself, frowning. His eyes reached across the sand to meet Galneryus' gaze, but the bard did not make any motion of recognition. "Do the Knights intend... for the weapon to be used?"

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"The Knights intend for the situation with King Horocrat's Sceptre to be resolved peacefully... and without bloodshed," The Tryptian said, their voice muffled from beneath their helm. "I can promise we are willing to pay a high price to resolve this matter quickly... and discreetly."

Something wasn't adding up. Why were the Knights here, why were they allowing a warlord like Zambob to even hold onto the cannon as long as they had? "So I ask again, what price would you need for those bullets to be ours?"

From his ant in the line of soldiers Girthfield leaned forward, concern on his face. His eyes locked to Otis across the plaine and he shook his head sternly as if to say: no.

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"Well, I can tell how much it means to y'all..." Arubak nodded. "And I hope you can tell how much it means to keep my place of business afloat. So, let's say...ten billion guarns fer the whole set? Course, 'round here we prefer gold, so if you can pay the equivalent, that'd work mighty fine," the warlord explained, scratching his chin.

"RB..." Mild leaned in and whispered. "Are you serious, man? They're right behind us, the ones who found the bullet.s Some of them had ideas that-"

"Easy, lil' brother..." Arubak muttered back. "Keep in mind, I found those bullet, same as them. This is the most beneficial solution for everybody."

In the midst of the discussion, things had gotten tense. In the middle of it all, it was entirely noticeable at first, aside form those who had sat on their ants, next to him, but M'Kama was gone.

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"That number is something not even the bank of Sor can conjure up. Lord Aroombak, do you speak for all your companions?" The Tryptians horse shook its head as he held the reigns. "For it was my understanding the bullets belonged-" The tryptian raised an armoured finger to the squadron of riders behind Arubak. "-to them."

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"The bullets are under our protection but... What exactly are you offering us?" Otis asked, frowning. "The bullets are worth to me a way to free the rock from the warlords. Can you deliver that to me?" Otis snorted softly. "I think not."

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The Tryptian's eyes were concealed by their glasses, but they seemed to look at Otis. "Kalla. The situation on the Rock is complicated- the local powers that be come and go as they will, at the moment. Neither the Knights nor the Matran nor the Guardians can choose the path this world will take."

The Tryptian paused.

"Of course... if one warlord were to gain the support of the Matran, perhaps they could stop the others you fear."

Behind the Tryptian Zambob shifted on his ant. The Tryptian leaned forward on his horse. "But first we need back those bullets, Otis Lariat. For the sake of the safety of all on this world."

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"And exactly how will you be keeping this world safe with the bullets?" Ash asked candidly. "Are we to believe that a warlord, any warlord really, is competent enough to use this weapon for the greater good?" He smirked a little before pointing his hand out towards Zambob's army on the horizon. "And I apologize for my pessimism, but even if a warlord can be trusted with this weapon, we are to assume that this army, and your knights, will be enough to sufficiently keep the weapon from being captured by an enemy force? I think you'll need to explain in much better detail how you intend to actually achieve your goals."

With a toothy grin, Ash turned to look straight at Arubak. "Till then, I don't feel particularly partial to selling the means to my own death, to anyone, for any price."

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The Tryptian turned his head back to the other Knights before facing Ash again. "Are you? Competent enough? To use this weapon for the greater good?"

The Tryptian raised a leather-gloved hand to his face. Carefully, he took his spectacles off, revealing cold, blue eyes beneath- tired, but still dangerous. Even in the dark of the night they seemed to glow. "You did not sign up for the hard choices- none of you did. That's our job. You were not born lords of the rock, you fell... into great power under terrible circumstances."

The Tryptian sighed. "To end the fighting there must be one greater than the others. And if the Rock is to have a King he is sitting on that ant back there. With the aid of the Guardians and the Knights he could control this planet in a number of weeks, and then, once the dust settles, we'll take our big gun back to the Empress. And then it's gone. Then the problem we came to solve is solved." The Tryptian straightened his back and placed his spectacles back onto his face, hiding the one flash of humanity he had dared show the group. "King Horocrat's Sceptre stands here with two-hundred men guarding it, the bullets inside the walls of that town. We are here to stop the war that could come. And we'll never be as close as we are now."

The Tryptian looked over the group. "So will you trade... or will you not trade?"

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"One little caveat, if I may be so bold..." Arubak held up a finger. "I found the bullets, same as them. In the same place. Maybe wasn't lookin' for 'em at the time, but seein' as I'm the one housin' 'em, I think I oughtta have a say. And my say is...I value peace an' safety on this here Rock as much as anyone. Hell, I thrive on it. And so to ensure both the Rock and my business thrives, how's about I cut y'all a better deal. I can forget the money....so long as you set me up a little meetin' with certain...Matranical nobility," Arubak smiled.

At this, Kuchillo his Arubak's shoulder. "You can't trust them, hermanó, you know what they do..."

"This...is it, Kuchillo....no lookin' back now," Arubak whispered back. Mild looked to say something but Arubak simply waved him off to which the black haired bespectacled man, resigned himself to staring quietly in the sands, shaking his head. Arubak turned to the Tryptian. "How's about it? Rest of these folk may protest, but we both know it's high time you get your bullets back and be on your way!"

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"How long do you think they'll be gone...?" Climbs-the-Stars asked, holding up his cards as he sat at the table with Caenna and Janisse. "You think there's gonna be a shoot out?"

"If'n he thought there was, I reckon you'd be the first one he'd bring with him?" Caenna snorted, grabbing a mug of rum and guzzling it down. "Janisse, you got ten guards next to that chest just like we asked?" The cowgirl inquired, referring to the chest containing the bullets.

The we'll dressed woman beside her fanned herself with her cards and nodded. "Of course. Just as required...something was off, however," she spoke in a fsr more proper tone than her compatriots. She pulled out a golden watch on a chain. "One of them was supposed to report in approximately three minutes ago. I have no confidence in anyone on the Rock completing any task on time, but I wonder..."

he thoughts were interrupted by a loud din in the room behind them. The three sat up, each drawing a firearm, as they swung open the lounge doors, to the meeting room where the chest was housed. The contingent of guards that had been placed in the room to guard the chest were lying on the floor in a heap unconscious.

And as for the chest...well it was no longer where it once was and now was exiting through the hole that had freshly melted through the walls courtesy of M'Kama, who appeared to be floating outside.

"The hell you think yer doin'?!" Caenna scowled, pistol aimed at the Yyb man. "How'd you get up here?!"

"Turns out there's no shortage of things you can by when you provide the proper coin," M'Kama shrugged, seemingly dropping the chest onto the ground below...only there was no loud thud, only commotion.

A lout waft of wing was blown back at the three casino VIP's as it soon became apparent how M'Kama was floating through the air. He was standing atop one of the racing bees. The insect in question, clutching the chest containing the bullets in its talons, it's lock slightly broken, so as to show the Shan a peak of what lay inside. "Inform Arubak that I am grateful for the hospitality....and tell my fellow Lords of Rock...good luck," he suddenly say down, bullets firing in all directions as spun around on his bee mount, rushing off in a hurry to exit the Holy Land.

"Sound. the damn alarm," Caenna barked at the other two, off to do so immediately as she tipped her hat down in front of her eyes. "The Holy Land's on lockdown."

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The Tryptian stared at Arubak. And then, suddenly, he began to ride forward- the Knights in formation behind him. The lords of rock sat tightly on their steeds as the Tryptian's horse came side to side with Arubak's ant. Without a moment of hesitation the Tryptian extended a hand out to the lord of the Holy Land. "Agreed." The Tryptian's bespectacled gaze shifted to the lords of rock. "And them?"

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Arubak gladly shook the Tryptian's hand. "Pleasure doin' business with ya, partner....now as for them..." Arubak glanced behind him, clicking his teeth. "Y'know...I heard their plans for the bullets...some of 'em are liable to cause a whole lotta trouble."

There was an uncomfortable silence as the Lord's of Rock could almost feel many more eyes trained on them. The snipers had shifted targets.

"They're decent enough folk though, I don't want 'em dead, but...Plenty of room in the hoosegow!" the warlord smiled, raising an eyebrow. "So, if y'all would be so kind as to calmly march back into my city, we can get all that sorted out, without y'all gettin' shot," Arubak offered cordially to the Lord's of Rock.

"If...I may interject," Mild spoke up. "The kid..." he nodded at Otis. "The ideas he held for the bullets weren't all to dissimilar to the Matran' in a way. Not to mention...I see his uniform isn't too dissimilar to some folk up thete," he nodded at Girthfield and Galneryus. "And his friend..." Mild glanced at Horik. "She...she just snorts worm acid, she's harmless."

"I thought she was a pirate," Arubak asked.

"I dunno, RB, have you seen a worse pirate?" Kuchillo, interjected.

"Okay, okay!" Arubak shook his head, beginning to get impatient. "The boy and the wormographer get to ride with the Offworlders, should they speak up for 'em...the rest of y'all get yer asses to the slammer 'fore I start to lose temper..."

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At Arubak's words the Knights began to ride, dirt kicking up as their horses surrounded the lords of Rock. Their armour reflected in the moonlight as the harsh winds whipped them. Girthfield frowned from his ant. "Otis!" He called, speaking up for the first time as the bundled up army of riders watched the scene. "It's time you came home. Back to the guardians, where you belong!"

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"Now wait just a minute," Otis said, bile rising in his throat as he fought to control his anger. "You're not the only one about to lose their temper, Arubak. I'm grateful to Mild here for sticking up for me, but if you think that means I'll stand by and let you incarcerate my friends, you're wrong."

Otis raised his eyes to Girthfield. "I'm sorry Girthfield, but I'm not taking your orders anymore. I'm doing things my way. Seru, Syra, Ash, M'Kama... none of them deserve to go to jail, same as Horik and myself. They've helped me and..." Otis drew his sword. "The least I can do is help them back."

Swallowing hard, Otis began to summon the wind around his blade. "I'll try and clear a path. The rest of you just run, all right?" The wind began to howl as Otis urged his ant forward, charging Arubak and Mild. Arubak looked surprised, Mild pained as he raised a hand to stop Otis...

Otis' blood sprayed out over the ant's saddle as the bullet tore through him. Otis had time to gasp once and then he fell from the ant saddle, lying still on the sand as Galneryus slowly lowered his pistol.

"Had to be done," Galneryus said, his face like stone. "I'm sorry, Otis."

But Otis could no longer hear him.

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Price had well and truly gotten lost along the way to Pair O' Dice. There were just too many people in the streets, too much noise, made it difficult to get his bearings. He had seen a little commotion earlier however, seemed like a few guards making their way in a direction, to Arubak's palace perhaps? But Price had lost them in the crowds. Something seemed off though, there was something tense in the air. Soon something else caught Price's eye; sniper's, making their way towards the walls, and the crowds began to disperse in some areas. Arubak, some of his employees, and a few other people not associated with him, made their way on antback towards the entrance.

Miss Syra? She was riding with this group behind Arubak, and the man in the nice clothes as well. Something was definitely off, and it wasn't in the city. Steppenwolf spied a sniper loitering around an alley between some casinos. A dark alley. A sly smirk grew on Price's face as he made his way over. The sniper went into the alley, and Price followed unnoticed. Once alone in the dark, he tapped the unaware sniper on the shoulder, and upon his turning around to see who had followed him, he was greeted by a firm fist straight to the jaw. The sniper collapsed, and Price quickly donned the man's hat, overcoat, boots, and sniper rifle, as well as covering the lower half of his face with a bandana. "Don't worry friend, I'll take good care of your things. Promise I'll bring them back soon." He whispered in his always cheerful tone.

Heading in the direction of the other snipers, Price spotted a portion of the wall that was a little more secluded than the others, with almost no line of sight to it, and a little more out of earshot. Price steadily made his way up and got himself situated, finally able to peer out at the commotion on the other side of the wall. His eyes widened as he almost immediately noticed the gun. Second thing he noticed was the group of knights on horseback making their way towards the gates. "And so the forces of authority make their presence even here, the one place I thought would be sanctuary." He muttered with a smirk, feeling a mixture of displeasure, among other things.

"But that..." He whispered looking back to the gun. "That may just be salvation."

Price looked towards the gates once more, spying Arubak and company finally greeting the knights. Was difficult to hear what was happening, but he got the gist of it. Seemed the gun had ammo, ammo the knights did not have. And the army standing with the gun, seemed they must be with one of the local warlords. Price was interested to see where this might go, but the tone started to shift quite rapidly, Arubak was starting to do more of the dealing, but it was clear the others with him were not buying it.

And then one of them charged, a smaller member, quite young by appearances. Wind rose up as he aimed his blade towards Arubak and another man with him, but a shot rang out in the distance, and before he could reach them, he fell.

The smile was gone from Price's face, replaced now with something more serious, considerate, focused. "Seems Arubak has decided to renege on whatever agreement he had with those people. Perhaps backstab them? Good to know that before making any deals with him." Steppenwolf smirked slightly and gave a little sigh as he raised his rifle and aimed at his new target. "Sorry Arubak, but this is one deal that I can't let go your way."

He pulled the trigger, a shot rang out, and his bullet coursed through the air, gently singing before plunging into it's target: one of Zambob's soldiers. The warlords men were confused for a moment on what just happened, but as four more shots rang out, finding two more targets in Zambob's army, and landing in the sand near a few others, it became clear to them what was happening.


"They're double crossing us! It's a trap!" One of the screeched out before returning fire and shooting at the wall. Very quickly, projectiles of hot lead were being exchanged between Arubak's snipers and Zambob's soldiers.

"I think this is a job well done for now." Price smirked. Quickly dashing away from the wall, Steppenwolf managed to make his way unnoticed back to the alley he left the sniper in, and left the coat, hat, boots, and gun he had borrowed from earlier. Once he finished up, Price busied himself with disappearing into the crowd again.

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Ash watched in utter rage as Otis fell to the ground, he looked to Arubak, to the knights, to Zambob's army, and to the guardians, with nothing but utter hatred in his heart. He was going to kill every last one of them. Before another thought could enter his mind, shots rang out, followed by more shots, which soon turned into a cacophony of gunfire erupting from the wall and the army posted with the canon. The Captain saw his chance.

Shifting to a crouched position on his ant, he propelled himself off the side, and directly at Arubak, knocking him to the ground, and placing his revolver to the warlord's mouth. Something began to come over him, some kind of familiar sensation, something... From his past.

"Seru!" He barked. "Shoot for the legs!" Ash tilted his head indicating to the horses that stood around them as he wrestled with Arubak. "Grab the one in charge! Drag him to the gate, break his legs if you have to!" He was indicating to the Tryptian, hoping she knew who he meant. "Horik! Grab Otis, get him to safety! Everyone else, gun down these shiny twits!"

Ash turned his gaze down now, teeth gritted, his breathing heavy, seething with rage as he stared Arubak in the eyes. "The way I see it, you've just earned yourself a one way ticked to the REAL Holy Land, and I'm the conductor!" Ash pulled the hammer back and placed his finger on the trigger, squeezing tight, ready to make another hole in Arubak's head. "You can try to fight all you like you scumbag, but I guarantee my bullets are probably faster than your powers! So if you'd like to reach your final destination faster, keep causing me trouble!"

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"Whoa, WHOA, just what the fuck-?!" Arubak exclaimed, as shots ran out, shooting one of Zambob's soldiers dead. Raising his hands in front of the Tryptian, he assured the Knight, "Now hold on! I ain't got nothin' to do with-" before being interrupted by Ash's sudden tackled.

The Sorillian had a gunned aimed at his head.

The way I see it, you've just earned yourself a one way ticked to the REAL Holy Land, and I'm the conductor!


Arubak growled at his assailant, unused to being threatened in this manner. Not that he hadn't been before, but it had been quite some time. But everything was going wrong! Just what the hell happened! Who was the sniper?!

You can try to fight all you like you scumbag, but I guarantee my bullets are probably faster than your powers! So if you'd like to reach your final destination faster, keep causing me trouble!


At this, Arubak merely smirked. Ash soon felt an ice cold breeze cascade across the gun wielding hand as it and the gun soon found themselves encased in a block of ice. Mild stood before him, staring an angry glare at Ash, his veins practically visible through his face and his pupil's glowing an angry dangerous shade of red. "And I can assure you, nothing you can do is faster than me!" he stated boldly.

The Holy Land's chief of security then grabbed Ash by the wrist and began to take off into the air, now glaring angrily at Galneryus.

"Wait...dammit, wait!" Arubak struggled to stand up out of the sand. "Mild, don't do this shit! Kuchillo!"

"¿Uh...quieres que empiece a disparar también?" Kuchillo asked, hurriedly showing great confusion over how things took this sudden escalation.

"No, no! Find the sniper! Find out who fucked me over!" Arubak snarled, picking himself up off the ground, sand swirling around him now. "And get some guards out here and help the goddamn Sorillians!" Kuchillo quickly nodded and took off on his ant as Arubak tried to reassess the situation.

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"We got a problem!" Climbs-the-Stars returned in a hurry.

"Bigger'n this?!" Caenna asked, concerned.

"Shots rang out!" he shook his head. "I thought there wouldn't be-!"

"That part ain't important!" Caenna called back. "What I wanna know is why?!"

"I dunno, but Zambob's men are out there shootin' and-!" Climbs-the-Stars shook his head. "Should I head out there?"

"No, child," Janisse spoke up, despite not being too much older than the Nomad, herself. "You should remain here and aid us. Let Arubak and the others handles what lies before them..." she raised a rifle, holding the scope to her eye. "While we try and claim what lies before us..."

She pulled the trigger.

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M'Kama was rushing out of the Holy Land on his bee, the people seemingly in a panic. An alarm had sounded and he thought it was because of him...but it seemed a skirmish had broken out within the front gate...Unfortunate. He didn't foresee that, considering neither force arrived prepared for war despite the presence of a giant gun. He did not wish any of them dead, but he also did not intend these bullets to fall into the hands of Knights allied with Zambob...too many things did not add up.

And that begged the question of what he should have done? Leave it with Arubak? A laughable notion. Leave them for the rest of the Lords of Rock to argue over, fighting for foolish ideals. Unwise. So he was going to take the bullets and enact his plan on his own, if he had to.

BLAM

M'Kama's arm instinctively touched his shoulder. A bullet had rang across it, piercing his skin....not a dangerous wound...yet. The blood loss could become a problem if not taken care of. But now there was no time to stop. HE had to get farther away.

BLAM!

Another shot..,this time, missing him completely...though it concerned him far more. The lock of the treasure chest had been broken. it's contents begging to fall out, loosely towards the ground below.

M'Kama dove and weaved the bee, making it's flight patterns more erratic as he made his way towards the blind spot. His courting of Cherul has a purpose other than leisure...when drunk she was willing to provide more than a little information about the Holy Land. Not every wall was lined with snipers...there existed certain blind spots to which one could escape unnoticed...provided they could fly.

This was usually mitigated by the presence of Mild...but it seemed like none of it mattered in the end. The forces stationed along side the wall were scrambling towards the entrance. He could escape from any vantage point. Fortuitous. The walls of the Holy Land lay behind M'Kama before he knew it....as did some of the bullets. Four bullets rolled from the chest, breaking it's wooden hull and spilled onto the sands. M'Kama could not afford to stop for them.

Nor for the three more that dropped into a nearby riverbed as he took off, but with the load lightened, the bee's maneuverability quickened. M'Kama leaned in to his left, causing the insect to hang in that direction and subsequently roll the five remaining bullets securely into what was left of the the chest as took off into the starry skies.

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"Shit," Seru bent down at Otis' side, stark red blood staining the sands around him, "Shit, Otis. Fuck."

She turned his unconscious body and applied pressure on his wound. With bloodied hands she reached up to feel his pulse, a faint heartbeat tingling against the tips of her fingers. With a solemn sigh she ripped a sheet of cloth from his clothes and pressed down even more, a bloody flower blooming quickly on the rag. Seru was not a Phoenix, but she knew they healed quicker and sustained less damage then non-Phoenix. The woman glanced toward Horik and gestured her closer, "Here, girl. Here. Take over."

As Horik crawled over to the boys body, Seru grabbed the pirates hands and slammed them down onto his wound, her hands covering Horik's as they pressed down together. Seru nodded at Horik, "Like that. Yeah, exactly like that. When there's an opening, you two get 'im outta here," the cowboy looked at both Syra and Horik, her eyes intense but kind, "Get 'im out here alive, ya here me? Get yerselves out to safety. I'll follow y'all when I can."

Seru lifted her bloodied hands away from Horik's and cocked her pistol. She began to follow Ash into the fight, stepping among the rearing horses as they whinnied and kicked through the gunfire, sand blasting into their faces and dust masking their sight. Seru coughed and covered her eyes from the grit, leaving her gun loaded as she slipped through the bullets and dying men and toward the Tryptian. When she got close enough she waited a moment in the dust before launching herself at him and tackling the poor man to the ground. Her expression was feral as they fought, her bloodied hands smearing all over his face, "Born2Kill...more like...Born2Die!"

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Otis was hit. Girthfield screamed out from his ant as the boy hit the ground between them. The shot had come out from beside him. Galneryus held out a pistol, smoking into the night air. Girthfield glared at the bard- rage in his eyes. Suddenly a footsoldier was shot down, from the walls of the Holy Land. Galneryus and the rest of Zambob's men were momentarily distracted as a front linesman fell dead, but Girthfield's stare stayed on his subordinate officer. Suddenly they found themselves in a cloud of gun-barrel smoke, as Arubak's men began to fire onto the walls of the Holy Land. But Girthfield didn't care. The man leapt off his ant, a fist colliding with Galneryus face, and the two men collided onto the sand.

As ants ran around them Girthfield pinned Gal to the ground, bringing fist after fist down upon his face...

"To me!" The Tryptian screamed to his Knights as their horses reared to the sudden warfare around them. From his hip the Tryptian pulled out a longsword, nearly as tall as he. "To me!" Suddenly, in the midst of the chaos, Seru leapt forward- smashing into the Tryptian. His horse collapsed to the ground as the two fell, the massive tower of a man hitting the earth hard- his longsword sliding away on the plaine.

Seru's hands ripped at his face- the Tryptian screaming before countering. A metal fist smashed her nose in. With one hit in the Tryptian began to crawl toward his blade...

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"Ack!" Seru fell backwards, holding her bloody and broken nose, "Nnngghh!"

The pain sucked really bad. Her head spun as she attempted to sit up, sand and blood sticking to her, and assessed where the Tryptian had gone. Through the dust she could see the metal man crawling toward something glinting in the sand, and for a moment she couldn't think of what it was. She lifted her pistol, arm shaking, and shot at him, but the bullet ricocheted off his armor and left a measly dent in his side. As he reached toward the glint of metal she finally realized what it was, and shot another bullet at his sword. The sword moved at the impact, slightly further away from the Tryptian.

"Ngghhaah!" Seru made disgusting noises as she lifted herself up from the sand and slowly walked toward the man, pushing him with her foot so that he was facing her. She threw herself on him and tried to wrestle his helmet off.