21st January
19:42 GMT
Hector and Kara have been backed up against a wall, part of one of the giant support pillars holding up the city. Over their heads, scaffolding is built into the side of it, extending all the way up. I suppose that explains why they were noticed: that's probably the local's source of electrical power. This isn't one of the 'nicer' parts of downside. Confronting the misadventuring duo are six lizarkons armed with a variety of weapons, including Nth metal melee weapons. Not.. a.. bad place to loot, if this turns into a fight. There isn't enough of the stuff to build anything much, but the Nth metal trades for stupid amounts of money on the interstellar markets.
The leader of the group looks around as our escorts enter the small… Plaza? I doubt that this place was planned so much as left like this, but the word fits. Gun-lizarkon scurries forward while knife-lizarkon remains just behind us, close enough that if I was thanagarian he could stab me before I could fly away. Probably wise: there is locally produced body armour that can stop these weapons, but Nth metal would make a mockery of it.
"That's Bladebat."
The hat-wearing reptilian strolls in our direction, the fingers on his cybernetic hands retracting and being replaced by curved-edged knives.
"Meat want pay Bladebat? Maybe Bladebat take from hides."
"I don't want any trouble, Mister Bladebat sir. I'd.. just like to.. pay the toll for myself and my friends..?"
Kara looks relieved by my arrival, while Hector's faceplate obscures his expression. Okay, so what am I seeing here that disrupted my filament? Bladebat's cybernetics aside I'm not seeing anything especially sophisticated. The guns are a couple of generations old, and probably 'fell' off a military quartermaster's truck at some point. They're not wearing force fields. I try again-.
Filament lost.
What's doing that?
"Meat's friends make trouble. Meat pay big toll."
Ring, any obvious filament generating objects around here?
Nth metal powder is able to disrupt constructs. Area does not appear to contain Nth metal powder in the required quantities.
Downsiders use more physical currency than upsiders. Precious metal, of which I have plenty, and since its use isn't 'official' forging or.. striking, since the metal content is the same? Anyway, it isn't a crime. Problem is, while I have an approximate idea of what pre-digitisation prices were, I've got no idea what a hostage-taking warrants. Too little and he might stab me, which would be inconvenient as the whole point of this mummery is to resolve this quietly and peacefully, not with me beating his crew senseless with orange constructs. Too much, and he might decide to see if he can get more, because I'm seeing a lot of orange from him. Though… To be fair, it appears to have grown from desperation rather than naked greed, which is why I don't feel like being harder on him. Compared to the average Citadel officer he's not even really all that bad. It just happens that he's the bad in front of me.
"Ah… I'm not sure I can afford-." Weekly wage for someone in the hard currency era, adjust for inflation… I pull my right hand into my robe and take the combination of metals out of subspace before turning them into the required coins. "Is this.. okay..?"
I hold the newly minted coins out towards him, and he changes his left hand back into a hand to grab -ow- them. No, that's fine, just a little blood. I pantomime twitching in pain, but I can't tell from his expression if he noticed or cares. No, no real sense that he enjoys people in general suffering around him, and I'm already being meek enough to satisfy his desire to dominate. Bladebat checks the coins, running a blade across a few to check the hardness of the metal. They.. probably look a bit new, but since the value is tied to the price of the metal that's not necessarily a problem.
"What?" His attention's back on me. Cowed, not curious. "This is not enough!" Naturally. "Upsiders come to break our property, pay off with this?"
"I-I doubt very much that they were breaking anything, Mister Bladebat. We don't-. We don't know the area. I'm-. They're very sorry for intruding-."
"Cost more, yes!"
Ah, alright then. Back into the sleeve, pull out half again-. I spot a Man-Hawk move into position above us. Hm. Not.. sure how intelligent they are. They're clearly altered from the thanagarian physical norms, and the lighting here is just about good enough to see the humanoid faces they've plastered over their own avian visages. Weird. Thanagarian materialism means that they don't see taking trophies from bodies as anything other than 'unhygienic', or perhaps 'irritating' when it makes identifying a body harder.
"Is this.. better?"
These coins are snatched, a few more scratches… A closer look inside him suggests that he is indeed satisfied. He might make-.
The movement is sudden as he punches me in the solar plexus, but not so fast that I can't double over to prevent him feeling that he mostly hit armour. He steps back, blade-hand switching back to fingers.
"Get out. Come back, Bladebat not so friendly."
The guards surrounding Kara and Hector lower their weapons slightly, and the two of them walk-. One snaps his jaws at Kara, who -taking her lead from me- makes a show of being alarmed. But the group lets them go. Alright.
Another Man-Hawk takes up position above us. And… Weren't there guards up there when I scanned it the first time? Yes, yes there were.
"Mister Bladebat sir? Are your-" I point at the closest Man-Hawk. "-friends.. letting us go too?"
"Friends?" He sounds genuinely mystified. "Just-" He looks up. "-go."
There's a brown blur as a Man-Hawk dives onto him, blood-
Secrecy over then. I bring my full power armour out of subspace and add construct armour for myself and Bleez.
-spraying out as it tears into him. One of his faster-acting subordinates takes a shot with a particle pistol. It hits and.. does no damage I can see. Then another Man-Hawk lands on the shooter with a screech.
And-. I can't look inside them. I suppose-
Hector raises his forearms and fires a blast from his forearm-mounted electrolasers at the second Man-Hawk. It staggers sideways a pace before reorientating on him and screeching again, which… Actually, yes, the flayed face does make it more intimidating.
-that might explain what happened to my filament.
"Kara." Another Man-Hawk dives at Bleez as the one which killed Bladebat leaps back up into the sky. Faster than it should be able to by muscle power. Nth metal, then? Sustained solid slugs from a railgun construct knock it aside and it slam into the ground. "Heat vision."
The Man-Hawk which killed the shooter leaps at me, talons outstretched! I take an x-ionised sword out of subspace, sidestep and slash, carving through its left leg and the left side of its chest. Solid slugs not achieving the desired results. Switching to crumblers would be good, but I'm not sure that I want the thanagarians to know I have that capacity. I form another railgun and have it track a Man-Hawk that has yet to make its-.
The Man-Hawk leaps and I shoot it repeatedly in the head. The leap turns rapidly into a tumble, and-.
And Kara flies up and punches it. She's not back to full power and it appears to have more than thanagarian toughness, but the difference between her force and its resilience results in a loud crack as it bends around her right fist and then collapses limply to the ground. Hector takes two shots at his opponent and then closes to punching range, his left fist smashing off the creature's stolen face and driving it back. A somewhat clumsy slam down with his right fist appears to stun it, and he flies back as it swings its wings at him.
The lizarkons have made themselves scarce, beams burning into the air as they fire at the Man-Hawks who are pursuing them. I wrap construct chains around the one Hector has beaten down, feeling it as something about it resists the orange light. Not strongly enough to break the chains if I exert myself, but I add metal chains anyway.
"Everyone alright?"
Kara nods stiffly, looking down at the Man-Hawk she struck as it tries to move the part of its body still responding to its brain. Hector nods as well, watching the sky for new threats. And Bleez-.
Thanagarian patrolmen drop out of the sky, their weapons trained on each of us!