TribeSoiree was a one-day ad-hoc campaign fought between the Spyrer teams of Stoof (The Bet'Stoth-Tyran-Atro-Ryos-DeStrella Safari) and @CaptainDangerous (The Power Strangers), and the Pitslaves of @Ardavion once they decided to make a break from the monotiny of cleaning and polishing their lives in the upper class domes consisted of.
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Gentle imperial psalms waft through the clean air, piped from well-maintained white enamelled speakers perched atop recently repainted posts.
Golden sheenbirds flutter and chirp amongst the drifing aftifical clouds beneath the roof, onto which is projected a beautiful summer's sky from some far-off pleasure world.
Even the sound of expertly crafted bolt rounds punching into the off-world sourced marble statue of Saint Celestine is somehow an exquisite, higher class form of violence.
"Mamah will be most displased with that, Kestor" came the clear broadcast message into his Orrus suit's helmet from nearby.
"Shut up Gloriana, it's not standing still like an honorable foe" he mumbled back.
He saw her flit round a corner, the bone-and-red of her Jakara suit standing out, a single finger extended in his direction.
"It's not one of the Power Strangers" came Maxwellius' voice, ignoring his siblings' bickering, "It's not even wearing a suit." From his high vantage amongst the clouds, the Yeld could see the strange creature running around without any apparent idea of where it was going. It had a large orange hair-do and was mostly naked.
Note - Images captured by servo skull may not show the true opulence of the surroudings. Please allow for a tolerace of up to -75% ruin and +75% intact beautiful buildings with ornate fresco work with little gemstones in the eyes and gold-leaf rays of light from depictions of the Emperor. Stuff like that. Those might look like craters too but they are clearly cleverly laid out pond installations filled with pure water and little mechanical fish.
There was a flash of blue movement, a stifled yelp, and the creature was gone.
"They're here" said Maxwellius Bet'Stoth-Tyran-Atro-Ryos-DeStrella the 21st.
All five of the B'STARD family safari exchanged the traditional greeting over an open channel to the Power Strangers - clucking like a chicken.
**TribeSoiree Game 1 - Gang Fight - Power Strangers vs B'STARD Safari.**
Maxwellius could see the Yellow Power Stranger - a Malcadon - seemingly unconcerned by his surroundings, milling near a lam-post. What an opportunity! A Yeld taking out an unsuspecting Malcadon was the stuff of legend. He swooped down bringing his wings edge-forward to strike, screeching... then suddenly realising that a screech was probably not doing his suprise attack any favours. The Malcadon raised his beaked mask to Maxwellius, and extended a brutally bladed fist...
The others heard the muffled crump and cut-short scream throgh the comm. Xektii the Malcadon and Gloriana the Jakara dashed towards Maxwellius' locator beacon, coming face to face with the Yellow Power Stranger half way there. Xektii struck first, a whirlwind of blades, but his opposite number countered expertly.
Gloriana, favoring a different style, struck once and decisively with her Monomolecular sword.
Meanwhile, the Black Power Stranger had gotten the jump on careless Ubahand the Malcadon, and shot him in the face as he appeared at the top of a ladder to web the Pink Stranger. Kestor punched the Red Stranger in the face as per the Marquis DeQueensbutty rules, then stomped off that way, pumping bolts towards the Pink and Black Power Strangers who were up on a walkway.
Nearby, Xektii got the jump on the second Power Stranger Yeld - the blue one - popping up from a floor hatch to hamsting him before laying him out.
With the B'STARD Safari closing in from three directions, the Power Strangers decided that, in a crisis, absence of body is preferable to presence of mind, and the Pink Stranger leapt onto the back of the Black Stranger to be swiflty whisked from the area.
The traditional goodbye to the Power Strangers blurted onto the airwaves once again - more clucking. Kestor, Gloriana and Xektii turned their attention to their siblings' locator beacons, both still in the immediate area.
"Hah, losers!" Kestor blurted, as he registered both brothers' vital signs were gone.
Xektii giggled as Gloriana made a quick call to Mamah to tell her yet more of her spawn had ended up dead - there was no emotion in the call on either end, even Mamah chuckled at the death of Maxwellius whilst trying to suprise a Malcadon. As long as the suits were recovered, the children were replaceable - and they would be replaced within a few hours.
((@CaptainDangerous, I can't remember what befell your Orrus/Red Stranger in this fight. Did my Orrus take him out?))
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Gentle imperial psalms waft through the clean air, piped from well-maintained white enamelled speakers perched atop recently repainted posts.
Golden sheenbirds flutter and chirp amongst the drifing aftifical clouds beneath the roof, onto which is projected a beautiful summer's sky from some far-off pleasure world.
Even the sound of expertly crafted bolt rounds punching into the off-world sourced marble statue of Saint Celestine is somehow an exquisite, higher class form of violence.
"Mamah will be most displased with that, Kestor" came the clear broadcast message into his Orrus suit's helmet from nearby.
"Shut up Gloriana, it's not standing still like an honorable foe" he mumbled back.
He saw her flit round a corner, the bone-and-red of her Jakara suit standing out, a single finger extended in his direction.
"It's not one of the Power Strangers" came Maxwellius' voice, ignoring his siblings' bickering, "It's not even wearing a suit." From his high vantage amongst the clouds, the Yeld could see the strange creature running around without any apparent idea of where it was going. It had a large orange hair-do and was mostly naked.
Note - Images captured by servo skull may not show the true opulence of the surroudings. Please allow for a tolerace of up to -75% ruin and +75% intact beautiful buildings with ornate fresco work with little gemstones in the eyes and gold-leaf rays of light from depictions of the Emperor. Stuff like that. Those might look like craters too but they are clearly cleverly laid out pond installations filled with pure water and little mechanical fish.
There was a flash of blue movement, a stifled yelp, and the creature was gone.
"They're here" said Maxwellius Bet'Stoth-Tyran-Atro-Ryos-DeStrella the 21st.
All five of the B'STARD family safari exchanged the traditional greeting over an open channel to the Power Strangers - clucking like a chicken.
**TribeSoiree Game 1 - Gang Fight - Power Strangers vs B'STARD Safari.**
Maxwellius could see the Yellow Power Stranger - a Malcadon - seemingly unconcerned by his surroundings, milling near a lam-post. What an opportunity! A Yeld taking out an unsuspecting Malcadon was the stuff of legend. He swooped down bringing his wings edge-forward to strike, screeching... then suddenly realising that a screech was probably not doing his suprise attack any favours. The Malcadon raised his beaked mask to Maxwellius, and extended a brutally bladed fist...
The others heard the muffled crump and cut-short scream throgh the comm. Xektii the Malcadon and Gloriana the Jakara dashed towards Maxwellius' locator beacon, coming face to face with the Yellow Power Stranger half way there. Xektii struck first, a whirlwind of blades, but his opposite number countered expertly.
Gloriana, favoring a different style, struck once and decisively with her Monomolecular sword.
Meanwhile, the Black Power Stranger had gotten the jump on careless Ubahand the Malcadon, and shot him in the face as he appeared at the top of a ladder to web the Pink Stranger. Kestor punched the Red Stranger in the face as per the Marquis DeQueensbutty rules, then stomped off that way, pumping bolts towards the Pink and Black Power Strangers who were up on a walkway.
Nearby, Xektii got the jump on the second Power Stranger Yeld - the blue one - popping up from a floor hatch to hamsting him before laying him out.
With the B'STARD Safari closing in from three directions, the Power Strangers decided that, in a crisis, absence of body is preferable to presence of mind, and the Pink Stranger leapt onto the back of the Black Stranger to be swiflty whisked from the area.
The traditional goodbye to the Power Strangers blurted onto the airwaves once again - more clucking. Kestor, Gloriana and Xektii turned their attention to their siblings' locator beacons, both still in the immediate area.
"Hah, losers!" Kestor blurted, as he registered both brothers' vital signs were gone.
Xektii giggled as Gloriana made a quick call to Mamah to tell her yet more of her spawn had ended up dead - there was no emotion in the call on either end, even Mamah chuckled at the death of Maxwellius whilst trying to suprise a Malcadon. As long as the suits were recovered, the children were replaceable - and they would be replaced within a few hours.
((@CaptainDangerous, I can't remember what befell your Orrus/Red Stranger in this fight. Did my Orrus take him out?))
TO BE CONTINUED...
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