In all his days on the force, Detective Freitag could honestly say he'd never seen something like this before. Well, similar things. And things that
resembled a few parts of what he was looking at. But never this particular combination.
In front of him was a gigantic pile of Skulls, Hellions, Vahzilok, and, inexplicably, a large number of Trolls. All of them were unconscious and showed signs
of rough treatment, and it didn't take a detective to deduce who'd done it to them. Especially as the bright orange and black armored figure was
standing on top of the pile, walking her way through what appeared to be a mock duel with empty air, her moves occasionally punctuated by a sharp shout of
triumph or surprise.
Which was when she noticed him, jumped off the pile in an elaborate flip and twist that would make most acrobats green with envy, and landed in front of him,
longsword held out at her side in preparation even as the impassive grey visor took in his appearance. Freitrag sighed mentally. Another one of those Sabre
kids.
"Mind if I ask what you're doing here, young lady?" he said, flashing his badge, which got enough of a reaction that she slid her sword into its
impromptu scabbard.
"I'm being the bane of the wicked as I search this city for my true rival! For only a fellow master of the sword could challenge me enough to push
beyond my limits to the heights which I'm destined to attain!"
Correction: a Sabre with delusions of grandeur. At least she was pleasant enough, in a Flynnian sort of way....
"And the reason you piled them up into a little mountain?"
"To attract more challengers! Either I will meet my rival with whom I am destined to cross blades until one of us is the strongest, or I will encounter my
true nemesis: a foe so cunning and powerful that I will have to train even harder than I do already to meet such evil on the field of battle!"
"...did you ever think about tagging them for police recovery?" Freitrag asked, then sighed openly at the blank look visible even through the
reflective visor. "Kid, listen....what's your name?"
"I'm Astra Sabre, a graceful whirlwind of singing steel!" she announced with a flourish. Freitrag nodded,then pulled out a card which he handed
to her.
"Take that to Atlas, and they'll get you set up with a hero's liscense, kid. Otherwise, I have to bring you in as an unauthorized vigilante. As
is, I imagine you can pass the test easily. Lemme make a call and I'll set ya up with a cab..." he noted, stepping over to the precinct to get a
phone...only to notice the girl already sprinting away towards the Yellow Line.
"....that girl's gonna be trouble. Or an incredible hero. One of the two."
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
resembled a few parts of what he was looking at. But never this particular combination.
In front of him was a gigantic pile of Skulls, Hellions, Vahzilok, and, inexplicably, a large number of Trolls. All of them were unconscious and showed signs
of rough treatment, and it didn't take a detective to deduce who'd done it to them. Especially as the bright orange and black armored figure was
standing on top of the pile, walking her way through what appeared to be a mock duel with empty air, her moves occasionally punctuated by a sharp shout of
triumph or surprise.
Which was when she noticed him, jumped off the pile in an elaborate flip and twist that would make most acrobats green with envy, and landed in front of him,
longsword held out at her side in preparation even as the impassive grey visor took in his appearance. Freitrag sighed mentally. Another one of those Sabre
kids.
"Mind if I ask what you're doing here, young lady?" he said, flashing his badge, which got enough of a reaction that she slid her sword into its
impromptu scabbard.
"I'm being the bane of the wicked as I search this city for my true rival! For only a fellow master of the sword could challenge me enough to push
beyond my limits to the heights which I'm destined to attain!"
Correction: a Sabre with delusions of grandeur. At least she was pleasant enough, in a Flynnian sort of way....
"And the reason you piled them up into a little mountain?"
"To attract more challengers! Either I will meet my rival with whom I am destined to cross blades until one of us is the strongest, or I will encounter my
true nemesis: a foe so cunning and powerful that I will have to train even harder than I do already to meet such evil on the field of battle!"
"...did you ever think about tagging them for police recovery?" Freitrag asked, then sighed openly at the blank look visible even through the
reflective visor. "Kid, listen....what's your name?"
"I'm Astra Sabre, a graceful whirlwind of singing steel!" she announced with a flourish. Freitrag nodded,then pulled out a card which he handed
to her.
"Take that to Atlas, and they'll get you set up with a hero's liscense, kid. Otherwise, I have to bring you in as an unauthorized vigilante. As
is, I imagine you can pass the test easily. Lemme make a call and I'll set ya up with a cab..." he noted, stepping over to the precinct to get a
phone...only to notice the girl already sprinting away towards the Yellow Line.
"....that girl's gonna be trouble. Or an incredible hero. One of the two."
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."