Battered, beaten, but triumphant, the small squad of heroes made their way out of Lord Recluse's sanctum, not paying much heed to the Longbow swarming in
to secure and cuff the monarch of the Rogue Isles with power inhibitors and other restraints. The heroes had few illusions about how long he would remain in
prison, but for now, the fact was that he'd been stopped.
Space Mage yawned and dropped out of the sky to slump onto Emet's wide shoulders as the group passed the wreckage of several Arachnos fliers, the
unconcious bodies of hundreds of elite Arachnos guards, and finally reaching the central hallway, where the Patrons of Arachnos were similarly being
restrained. Ghost Widow, for her part, looked at them as they passed, her expression unreadable. Perhaps it was irritation, or was it weariness as she was
herded into an anti-phasing chamber to hold her? Scirocco gave no resistance as he was taken into a mobile cell, and Black Scorpion and Mako had been beaten so
senseless that both were still unconcious, even as Longbow techs fitted the latter with a muzzle and the former with a restraining bolt that shut down his
armor.
However, as they passed by the last two, Silicon Sabre stepped away from the group, walking over towards Mako and the Longbow Wardens that saluted as she
approached. "Is there a problem, ma'am?"
"Not really...do you mind if I take...something of a souvenier?" she asked.
"Well, I don't suppose it'd be a big deal, as long as you don't hurt him...more..." the Warden said, looking down at Mako. Sylia smiled,
bringing up a gauntlet as an energy blade snapped into place. The Warden blinked as Silicon made a quick, practiced swipe which scraped a thin layer of skin
off of the entirety of Mako's back from shoulders to tail bone. Taking the flap of tough skin with her, she nodded to the wardens who were looking at her
in amazement and joined her comrades for the walk back to the boat.
***
"Huh. Where'd you get that from, Sylia?" Priss asked as she saw Sylia using an oversized rag to buff some slime from the Devouring Earth off one
of her wristblades. The caked slime fell off as if the grey substance was sandpaper.
"Same place I got that new rug in the bathroom," she said.
"The one that's made out of shark skin under the clear plastic? I didn't take you for a fishing person."
"Well, I didn't catch it on my own, but I did contribute towards that end..."
"Uh...huh."
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
to secure and cuff the monarch of the Rogue Isles with power inhibitors and other restraints. The heroes had few illusions about how long he would remain in
prison, but for now, the fact was that he'd been stopped.
Space Mage yawned and dropped out of the sky to slump onto Emet's wide shoulders as the group passed the wreckage of several Arachnos fliers, the
unconcious bodies of hundreds of elite Arachnos guards, and finally reaching the central hallway, where the Patrons of Arachnos were similarly being
restrained. Ghost Widow, for her part, looked at them as they passed, her expression unreadable. Perhaps it was irritation, or was it weariness as she was
herded into an anti-phasing chamber to hold her? Scirocco gave no resistance as he was taken into a mobile cell, and Black Scorpion and Mako had been beaten so
senseless that both were still unconcious, even as Longbow techs fitted the latter with a muzzle and the former with a restraining bolt that shut down his
armor.
However, as they passed by the last two, Silicon Sabre stepped away from the group, walking over towards Mako and the Longbow Wardens that saluted as she
approached. "Is there a problem, ma'am?"
"Not really...do you mind if I take...something of a souvenier?" she asked.
"Well, I don't suppose it'd be a big deal, as long as you don't hurt him...more..." the Warden said, looking down at Mako. Sylia smiled,
bringing up a gauntlet as an energy blade snapped into place. The Warden blinked as Silicon made a quick, practiced swipe which scraped a thin layer of skin
off of the entirety of Mako's back from shoulders to tail bone. Taking the flap of tough skin with her, she nodded to the wardens who were looking at her
in amazement and joined her comrades for the walk back to the boat.
***
"Huh. Where'd you get that from, Sylia?" Priss asked as she saw Sylia using an oversized rag to buff some slime from the Devouring Earth off one
of her wristblades. The caked slime fell off as if the grey substance was sandpaper.
"Same place I got that new rug in the bathroom," she said.
"The one that's made out of shark skin under the clear plastic? I didn't take you for a fishing person."
"Well, I didn't catch it on my own, but I did contribute towards that end..."
"Uh...huh."
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."