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Asellus     Region Space has lots of worlds-in-miniature scattered throughout it. Multiversal Explorers could spend a life time on any one of them, given their different histories, cultures, and geography. There are also many places where so-called Elites are needed and desired, or where said Elites might desire or need to go, even when they are unwanted. Whatever the reason for coming to Scrap, this is a Region with a lot of problems, where a small number of people are doing their best to make a living, the handful of businesses catering to travelers, and everything else run and managed by some guy named Caballero.

    A saloon sort of place with some unusual individuals playing music on a stage with multi-colored lights, while customers sit in the dimmer part of the bar at their tables, is one such business. Another is a local inn, with not much there beyond what one would expect from an inn. There's also a junk picker shop. Pay a flat fee, go beyond a barricade to pick three items from all the piles of junk, and then come back out. They are willing to identify what you bring out and buy it back from you if it turns out to be something you don't want (like garbage or something useless).

    Other than that, there's a path north between walls of trash to some large junkyard beyond, with a little office off to the side, and the Region Ship taxi pick-up, and that's it.

    Not the most engaging of Regions for adventurers, but some people make it a stop over on their way to somewhere else. The dying rays of the setting sun paint the whole area in hues of saturated gold, giving it very much an Old West feel... Just... Surrounded by hundreds of miles of junk in all directions.
Razel     The seedier the place, the more the people within usually resent being there. Or, in the Multiverse, it's just as likely people resent Elites for coming and mucking up the place. Despite the danger of the latter, there's a handful of strange, cloaked individuals hanging around the town. They don't travel together, and just seem to be skulking mostly around darker areas.

    They're all in dark red and purple cloaks, some tattered, and a few of them look like they might have cat ears, given the shapes of their hoods. All that's visible is their eyes and the claws on their hands. And most of them have eyes that are some variant of red.
Theurgus     Theurgus has spent a lot of time travelling in Region Space. She's seen many worlds, many cultures, but nothing like the junkyard.

    The Mad Magician looks very out of place in this dour world, the white of her coat and blue of her hair standing out against the towers of junk. She makes her way to the saloon, pushing the door open and making a way over to the bar to order a local drink, setting some credits on the counter to pay for it.
Nicky What better place to hide than an intergalactic Junkyard? Nicky - or rather Fortuna, as is her callsign from Talon, uses the place get away from the heat. She dropped in a couple hours ago, hitching a taxi, and now, the dirty duster and old hat make her appear as a local on the first look. The illusion breaks if one spots the pump action shotgun hhanging at the strap under the dirty garb, but it is enough to deter the locals.

As the others enter the bar, she is settled in a corner of it already, looking up to them. Did the heat follow her?
Asellus     The cloaked figures around town may be the first to notice as a small parade of garbage gestapo-looking thugs, garbstapo if you will, issue forth from north of town on their way to the various businesses. A human with a big bald head and a Michael Jackson-looking dude with submachineguns, as well as a big Mec with double heavy vulcans for arms tromp through the dusty streets. First stop is the inn on the west side of 'town'. For as much as, like, three buildings can constitute a town.

    But it seems likely they'll be visiting every location, after they exit and head for the junk picker shop next, now with a partially-filled bag with a big money symbol on it to indicate the 'protection money' they just collected.

    Inside the saloon, oblivious to this, there's a purple-haired woman in a kung fu dress, a green haired dogboy, some mohawk guy in engineer coveralls, a drunk in a bandanna sitting with some sort of junk robot, and some blue-haired guy with a guitar at various places around the bar. The latter is closer to the band playing than the others. All of them to be minding their own business for the most part.

    Though there's also a green-haired young woman in red attire, accompanied by another woman in a flower-bonnet and dress, tucked away in a far corner who may be familiar to Theurgus by this point.
Razel     This is very definitely a thing that is interesting. People coming to collect protection money? Well, that's a less-than-ideal situation, isn't it? An ideal one for a certain demonic individual, however...

    A cloaked figure visits each location behind the 'garb-stapo', for another reason -- finding out who those people were, what they were doing, and whether the people who left were bothering them. After all, is it fair that they would work and work and work, and have someone else take it all? Maybe there's someone who can help. This figure would leave behind a piece of cloth with an odd sigil on it, and offer one more word...

    'Razel.'

    And then the figure is gone, disappearing in a burst of flame.

    In the meantime, a larger cloaked figure makes its way into the saloon, clothed in some odd kind of robes. It's probably male, given the broadness of the shoulders. A few odd things can be noticed immediately. Claws, and they look like they're on his gloves... and a smooth, leathery, whiplike tail.
Theurgus     Theurgus takes her drink, looking around the saloon. She's oblivious to the impending doom approaching outside. She recognizes two of the others from the Cygnus, giving them a nod if they look her way, but instead of joining them she heads over to the far corner, and leans over to smile to the familiar faces. "Hello ladies. We keep running into each other." she says conversationally. "Mind if I join you?"
Nicky Fortuna just sits in her corner, sipping away a little drink, one hand on the table, the left under it. Just an idle scrapper having a couple drinks, right? or... so wrong, as the young mutant watched the door and the newcomers carefully.
Asellus     The story received is exactly what it seems. Caballero is the guy who owns this Region, so he collects money from people as a fee for protecting them. They don't want to say any more, and won't. After all, heavily armed goons just came in here. What if they see these businessfolk talking to strangers about stuff they shouldn't be?

    In the saloon, Asellus looks up as Theurgus approaching, wary green eyes softening slightly in recognition. "Go right ahead. Theurgus, wasn't it? Nice to see you again."

    White Rose says, "We are attempting to reach Lady Asellus's home Region, but the Cygnus had to remain docked at Koorong for repairs. We thought perhaps we could make it there by other means, but we are now somewhat stranded here, and the only Region Ship goes back to Koorong... For a fee."

    Asellus frowns. "I wonder if I should go back to that pawn shop place... Maybe I can find something to sell them among all the stuff we've picked up so far. Do you think they buy healing items?"

    Attention from some people turns towards the doors as the robed figure enters, but most just mind their own business and their own drinks. At least until, moments later, the swinging wooden doors, like fence gates, burst open and the same crew of armed ne'ere-do-wells swagger in like they own the place.

    The band stops playing, leaving everyone to focus their attention on the commotion.

    "Call the manager. Payment's due." says the Michael Jackson-looking guy in the red leather suit. When no one moves immediately, he pulls out a bullpup machinegun and sprays shots at the floor near a waitress's feet, forcing her to jump back. "What are you waiting for! I said move--!"

    "STOP IT!" Asellus yells, charging forward to attack the man and engaging him in battle withotu any hesitation. White Rose is left to run after her to provide support, as the garbage gestapo prepare to fight back!
Theurgus     Theurgus is just about to sit down, when the door bursts open. Blue eyes track over to the ne'er-do-wells, and then she lets out a dramatic sigh, covering her face behind one hand as Asellus and White Rose rush in. "My Drive for a single moment's respite." she bemoans softly, then summons her staff and slams it into the floor. "LADIES. GENTLEMEN." she booms, using Wind magic to enhance her voice. "Let us not fight indoors. Take it outside." she commands, lifting her staff and using Wind element once again to unceremoniously shove at the thugs, trying to make them back up out of the doors, before following after.
Nicky Fortuna grunts at the improper intrusion. Protection racket? That's cool with her, she would have paid her bill in some way and done. Peope wanting to play heroes? fine, but why in her bar? And now she couldn't even pay them with a few rings in the hands and an evil grin on the face as they search for where the grenades that belong to them are in their pockets. Good Job Breaking It Hero.

Inhaling deeply, the young mutant gets up to get into the way of the door for the goons, the shotgun coming into view under the duster again. "So nice of you to deliver the money to the bar so freely and easily. Just drop it and go." With a little chuckle, her hand slowly lifts from the pocket, revealing a black and silver sphere, an LCD on it turning on and showing a smilyface, a circle of 4 bars around the eyes. "You want to know why? Because you want to keep your face of course!" The thing in the hand beeps, then greeting everybody around with a widely audible, electronic "HALLOOO! VIER!" one of the lines vanishes.

With a twist of the torso, she hurls the ball at the thugs, yelling "CATCH!" at them. The face on the thing looses another bar around the eyes. "DREI!"
Razel     Not to worry. They needn't speak of it here. They need only draw the sigil and call that name, the instructions on the back of the cloth offer. It's something to consider for later~.

    In the now, though, the large, cloaked figure turns to look in the direction of the shooting. "...Do you /mind/?" Razel intones. His tone is calm, though. He doesn't engage yet, but there are suddenly more cloaked figures appearing from corners of the place, most with cat-eared hoods. He waves in the direction of the thugs. "Remove these creatures from my sight."

    That's all it takes for the cat-eared figures to explode into motion, drawing swords and taking swings at the thugs. It won't matter to the cats whether the thugs are outside or inside; their apparent master has given an order, and they intend to carry it out, their eyes literally burning red.
Asellus     It does not appear any of these bad guys are open to discussion. After the initial attack from Asellus, the collection of Humans, Mecs, and Monsters engage full hostilities. Theurgus's winds blow some of the light-to-medium-weight enemies around the room and outdoors, and some green scythe-winged bat-like creature gets sent out with them, but the heavier ones are merely dazed and tangled up in all the tables and chairs thrown around by the violent winds. Or, in the case of the big Terminator mech with its double heavy-vulcans for arms, it is thrown around a bit, but orients on Theurgus without missing a step and opens fire with a deadly barrage!

    Most of the humans are basically out of the fight (and out of the building) leaving only the big robot and a few monsters. And with Razel's minions taking out the downed and dazed thugs, there's little chance of them returning to the fight. That leaves just the bat-like creature that produces some kind of wind attack of its own, hurling air blades at every enemy in range, the big robot, and some kind of... Gecko. The lizard gets blasted by the grenade whenever it explodes, and expires immediately.

    White Rose casts healing magic on anyone who needs it, and Asellus seems to come up with a new technique on the fly while attacking the Terminator Mec.

    !!SPARK!!

    She charges forth, ramming the giant mecha with her blade, then vanishing from sight and appearing in front of it where she stabs it up into the air, only to vanish again before coming back down from up near the ceiling to pin the giant robot that is spinning around in mid-air to the floor forcefully, producing a shockwave of force and heat!

    The Terminator seems severely damaged by the Triple Thrust attack, but may still be a danger if someone doesn't finish it off.
Razel     The feline minions aren't nearly as strong as Razel. The wind blades cut into them deeply, taking a few out of the fight. White Rose's healing, if she's casting it on them, may just save their lives.

    Not only that, though. The wind blades fire at Razel, too, and cut into his arm. He emits a quiet grunt of surprise and his other hand goes to cover the injury. Of course, it also pushes his hood back. That reveals long crimson hair in a ponytail, as well as a pair of black, upward-pointing horns pointing out the top of his head.

    Razel narrows his blue eyes. "...That was a mistake." His voice is still calm, but the sensitive might be able to feel the rage building around him, palpable in the area.

    He raises his uninjured arm, palm flat towards the enemies. The sigil appears before his hand, outlined in flames... and then he begins to fire 'bullets' of flame at any enemy in-range. He doesn't seem to care if these 'bullets' of fire hit anything flammable...
Theurgus     Theurgus grits her teeth as her plan doesn't quite work out. She raises her staff and erects a hasty barrier, trying to defend against the incoming bullets. The hexagonal 'panels' buckle and craft after only a couple of hits, before crumbling away. The heavy caliber slugs rip through her body, leaving large red 'holes' in her frame, little flickers of broken code tentatively reaching out across the holes to reconnect and close them, but the progress is slow.

    As Asellus goes for a finishing blow, Theurgus begins to recite. "Darkness beyond Twilight. Broken crimson code which flows. Buried in the stream of time, where the power grows. I pledge myself to conquer any foe that stands, before the mighty gift within my worthy hand. Destroy the fools before me, with the power I posses. INFERNUS IMPERIA!"

    Energy forms at the head of her staff. "STAND CLEAR!" she calls, aiming the energy at the Terminator, and out the doorway. It erupts, a focussed beam of energy shooting out to envelope anyone unfortunate enough to get in the way.
Nicky "ZWEI! EINS!" BOOM! The grenade detonates, splatterig gecko all around the bar and painting the roof red. Nicky lost her hat in the detonation and win, the grin on her face widening as she kicks the shotgun up from the hanging sling. A step forward the mutie hurls herself over a fallen table, dodging a few bullets. The smell of singed hair fills her nose as the energy blast from Theurgus burns through her hair after hitting the Terminator. Rolling over the wooden floor, she grabs just the foreend of the pump action weapon before she gets back up, right into a short run, stopping almost behind the twin gatling roboman.

The telltale ratsch-click-ratsch-click of the mechanic getting moved can be heard as she jerks the gun sharply upwards, the inertia of the gun itself loading the gun just before she grabs the grip and lines it up to the thing.. "Asta la vista, Baby." she announces before she unleashes the single slug of solid steel at short range into the mechanized monster, just in time to being forced to retreat a few steps from Razel's fire. Stupid heroes can't murdercurbstomp a group of bandits without burning down the house...
Asellus     It doesn't take much more to finish off the goons. The Mec yells out one last threat as it starts to disintegrate, just like the monsters before it. "When Caballero hears about this, you're all DEAD! No one goes against the Caballero family! No... One..." Then it dissolves into nothing, releasing some energy wave in the process.

    White Rose is left to call down more big glowy golden stars to heal the injured, while Asellus frowns. "I just wanted to stop them from hurting people. But it seems like they won't be really safe until this Caballero is dealt with."

    "Perhaps having his minions defeated so handily will dissuade him further harassment for a time. We can always return later when we are done with our own business." White Rose suggests.

    Asellus frowns. It isn't that she wants to be a hero. But she can't stand people facing such injustice right in front of her. "Maybe. Thanks for the help everyone."

    Some of the others in the bar who stayed out of the fight look to each other. The kung-fu lady says, "As fate would have it, we need to see Caballero ourselves. Don't worry. We'll make sure he leaves the people of Scrap alone from now on."

    The bandanna-wearing drunk comes forwards as well. "And the Region of Junk too. That's where me and this garbagebot came from after all."

    "Sir Gen: Correction. This unit seeks information related to its mission. Protecting Junk and Scrap are incidental." the robot says.

    "You really know how to kill a heroic moment, don't you?" Gen mutters.

    Seems like everyone else here is prepare to go deal with the slimeball in charge... Freeing Asellus, White Rose, and anyone else to get off this trashplanet if they wish to.
Razel     Razel doesn't bother responding to the disintegrating Mec. Mainly because he doesn't figure it can send a message back to its master anyway. Instead he turns his attention to those who've spoken. "Do give this Caballero fellow a sound thrashing," he notes to those going to deal with him. And of course, because he's kind of an ass? "If you find you require more power, call upon Razel."

    ...Oh boy. One of THOSE kinds, huh?

    Anyway. To the others, he nods. "My business is concluded here. You all fought well. My suggestion would be to leave here too, before you become wrapped up in this world's conflicts." He'll stay for commentary... but then he'll gather his minions. And completely discarding anything like sublety, he and his group disappear in a burst of crimson flame.
Nicky "Let me bill this up for you... one Grenade import from that crazy bug infested planet, one shotgun shell, weapon cleaning fee and a hat... that's one fine ounce of silver, have you." Nicky claims, placing the shotgun over her shoulder. "If you expect me to fix that other guy? Get a plan and contract dished out, otherwise have fun with him. Can't waste ammo for free all the time.