Min/Max Boards

Gerald notices the next wave coming. "Stay here." he says, plates on his armor moving as four dragonfly like wings made of light protrude from his back. He moves towards the ship, the wings seeming to be more like propulsion thrusters than actual wings.

"Green, yea whatever." Blake says, picking up the remaining shell pieces from Queenie's first body.

In a flash of black light Gerald produces two bulky high tech handguns and he teleports ahead. But the some of the others seem to be dealing with the new combatants dropped off by the ship further ahead and another one is approaching. He teleports again. Weapons dematerializing into stardust, his armor flips out a rather bulky looking rifle from his back and he grabs it. Bracing it on his arm he takes aim, ready to shoot the dropship when it comes in range. Some sort of stabilizers extend from his legs but do not attach to the ground.

"Yea, wish he would have waited for us to be done here. Guess I'll follow the others, though they probably got left behind too. Come on  Professor."

The snakey lady scoffs, bothered by something he said but not elaborating. She follows him.

Gerald eyes Bombom, curious the reason for the sarcasm.

"The name's Gerald, I'm a relatively locale mercenary who's specialty is having the right firepower for any situation."

"I'm Dr. Blake Florine, I'm an expert in both technology and in what ills you." she yawns, "If you find your equipment lacking, I can help you out with that."

"Nice, Gerald says as he sees what Bomredo does. "Alright then, let's go see the council."

"The roast pork had a good flavor to it." he says, taking a bite of one of his sides. "No need to be so formal, even if we aren't going to be buddies we'll be working together. That means we are equal. And it's better for your health."

He hears Tiana speak up. "Nice to meet you. We are from this continent so we can help. My culture? Or local culture? And you'll see my skills soon enough." his eyebrow would raise at his first question. Blake would stack silent, continuing to eat and watching them out the corner of her eye.

Gerald and his carry on were on the dinning room, both stuffing their faces. "Something tells me we're in for a lot, so best be prepared." Blake takes a bite then looks at him matter of factly. "Am the last one you have to tell that. I will make my way back to the lab sometime today and see what general equipment I come up with." she take a big bite of some sort of beef dish that has barely any fire even touch it.

"Yea, sounds like everything is in order. We're ready when you are." Gerald says.

Given there seemed to be nothing with the information Blake would make a note of the prices on her computer. "Divinity? That's awfully generous. I'll help, but who else am I working with? Given the importance and possible danger I'm assuming you aren't only sending use in." Gerald answers.

Gerald wasn't so sure what to think about that the King had just informed him of. He definitely had questions, but would not get to ask them as the king redirects his attention. "Um, alright ." he says following Stellar.

Blake sees Clever Circuit torturing his own man. "Maybe he's not so bad after all.."

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