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A New Directive

AB#22

A New Directive

The pirate son of Koster City’s most powerful “Lamia,” Beathen started, “this is your father’s business.  There’s nothing for you here-”

“You’re a glorified servant, Beathen.” Lamia retorted, “Stay out of this and you won’t be hurt.  How about that, wimp?”

I’ve served you father for longer than you’ve been alive,” Beathen spoke as Lamia closed the distance between them, “This shop is his property and under his sigil.  I’ve never so much as repaired one of your augments without his direct order. If you have ‘business’, it’s with him.”  

Ignoring Beathen, Lamia loomed over his little sister, “I remember warning you about lying to me, Leah.  It was… What? Not even an hour ago? You must have quite a short memory…” Before anyone could react, he swung a massive arm upward and knocked Leah clear over the consoles.  She hit the ground with a loud thud, the crack of the metal in her shoulders hitting the granite echoing through the workstation. David winced from behind the criss-crossed bars that held him.  

Mitch cried out, “What are you doing, brute!  What do you want with the stone?!”

“You just wait over there,” Lamia smiled back, “stay calm in your little cage.”  He turned to Gizmo, “Am I gonna have to break you open, is or Beathen gonna give me what I came for?”  He said this last part while turning his head to glower at Beathen.

“Gizmo,” Leah cried, “scene 2!”  Gizmo darted forward and snapped a hind leg backward, sending Lamia flying toward the back of the shop.  Beathen dashed to his consoles and motioned for Gizmo to climb onto the disc. Leah had collected herself just as she noticed Lamia’s massive quattour squeezing through one of Beathen’s massive windows.  She snatched the remote from Beathen’s desk and hit the button to raise the doors of the cage. Once Gizmo was in place, Beathen started the sequence to fully integrate her systems with a new core. By the time Lamia had climbed to his feet, he saw Leah running toward his quattour with a stunning rod, Beathen frantically punching away at his consoles, and Mitch charging toward him with a wrathful glare.

On the disc, all purple had faded away from Gizmo’s glow, and her eyes were now shining with an almost blinding golden light.  Gizmo hopped from the disc and ran towards Leah. The bat-like quattuor had just made it inside as Leah reached its position. A stunning rod is a tool used on a malfunctioning quattour.  It momentarily stops all motion so that a mechanic can get close enough to do repairs. She thrust the prongs at the end of the rod at the mechanical beast, and was met with the offensive flap of a wing.  Leah went sprawling sideways, but rolled onto her feet. Just as Leah righted herself, Gizmo came dashing past and sprang into a predatory leap at the machine, pinning it to the wall.  

The things wings seemed to retract into themselves, now replaced by 5 curved blades on either side.  Gizmo barely bounced back in time to evade a swing of them. In her head, Leah heard a voice suggest, “Scene 6?”

“Yep.” Leah darted close to their opponent and retrieved the rod.  Getting out of the thing’s reach proved harder, as she performed a quick series of jumps, ducks, and dashes to avoid the metal blades.  Beside Gizmo once again, the two charged in opposite directions to keep their target between them. Lamia’s quattour handled opposing attacks impressively, swinging its “wings” in alternating patterns to counter the advances of its opponents.  

“This thing can’t think,” Gizmo sent, “not like me.”  

After a moment of consideration Leah said, “Let’s disable its wings so Lamia can’t escape.  Scene 3.” At the sound of the order, Gizmo made two backward bounces and brought her tail over her head.  A golden-brown laser shot from the tails endpoint.  

“Lamia,” Beathen started, “this is your father’s business.  There’s nothing for you here-”

“You’re a glorified servant, Beathen.” Lamia retorted, “Stay out of this and you won’t be hurt.  How about that, wimp?”

I’ve served you father for longer than you’ve been alive,” Beathen spoke as Lamia closed the distance between them, “This shop is his property and under his sigil.  I’ve never so much as repaired one of your augments without his direct order. If you have ‘business’, it’s with him.”  

Ignoring Beathen, Lamia loomed over his little sister, “I remember warning you about lying to me, Leah.  It was… What? Not even an hour ago? You must have quite a short memory…” Before anyone could react, he swung a massive arm upward and knocked Leah clear over the consoles.  She hit the ground with a loud thud, the crack of the metal in her shoulders hitting the granite echoing through the workstation. David winced from behind the criss-crossed bars that held him.  

Mitch cried out, “What are you doing, brute!  What do you want with the stone?!”

“You just wait over there,” Lamia smiled back, “stay calm in your little cage.”  He turned to Gizmo, “Am I gonna have to break you open, is or Beathen gonna give me what I came for?”  He said this last part while turning his head to glower at Beathen.

“Gizmo,” Leah cried, “scene 2!”  Gizmo darted forward and snapped a hind leg backward, sending Lamia flying toward the back of the shop.  Beathen dashed to his consoles and motioned for Gizmo to climb onto the disc. Leah had collected herself just as she noticed Lamia’s massive quattour squeezing through one of Beathen’s massive windows.  She snatched the remote from Beathen’s desk and hit the button to raise the doors of the cage. Once Gizmo was in place, Beathen started the sequence to fully integrate her systems with a new core. By the time Lamia had climbed to his feet, he saw Leah running toward his quattour with a stunning rod, Beathen frantically punching away at his consoles, and Mitch charging toward him with a wrathful glare.

On the disc, all purple had faded away from Gizmo’s glow, and her eyes were now shining with an almost blinding golden light.  Gizmo hopped from the disc and ran towards Leah. The bat-like quattuor had just made it inside as Leah reached its position. A stunning rod is a tool used on a malfunctioning quattour.  It momentarily stops all motion so that a mechanic can get close enough to do repairs. She thrust the prongs at the end of the rod at the mechanical beast, and was met with the offensive flap of a wing.  Leah went sprawling sideways, but rolled onto her feet. Just as Leah righted herself, Gizmo came dashing past and sprang into a predatory leap at the machine, pinning it to the wall.  

The things wings seemed to retract into themselves, now replaced by 5 curved blades on either side.  Gizmo barely bounced back in time to evade a swing of them. In her head, Leah heard a voice suggest, “Scene 6?”

“Yep.” Leah darted close to their opponent and retrieved the rod.  Getting out of the thing’s reach proved harder, as she performed a quick series of jumps, ducks, and dashes to avoid the metal blades.  Beside Gizmo once again, the two charged in opposite directions to keep their target between them. Lamia’s quattour handled opposing attacks impressively, swinging its “wings” in alternating patterns to counter the advances of its opponents.  

“This thing can’t think,” Gizmo sent, “not like me.”  

After a moment of consideration Leah said, “Let’s disable its wings so Lamia can’t escape.  Scene 3.” At the sound of the order, Gizmo made two backward bounces and brought her tail over her head.  A golden-brown laser shot from the tails endpoint.