OOC: Figured I might as well show what Ben's up to and just what sort of mindset he's in.
Benjamin took aim, and squeezed the trigger. Two .500 Nitro Express rounds exploded in sequence, the spent clinking loudly on the floor. One more reaver's chest decorated the walls like a Jackson Pollock painting.
Gina's rifled blasted out a round, bisecting another Reaver further on down.
He didn't flinch. He was too pissed off. He'd seen what they'd done to the mining settlements. The Blackbird up there was one of three that he had personally sold to such a settlement - he'd given them a good deal since they had been just starting up. From what little they'd found suggested that the 'Birds had died... messily. They had presumed that the inability to account for the other one had been because the Bosko's had scavenged the metal - good 'waved titanium was tough to come by, and the most expensive of the materials used in their construction.
There was also the fact that Blackbird AIs are unwaveringly loyal - death before dishonor and all.
To Benjamin, the 'Birds were practically his kids since he personally awoke each one. And someone had either killed the AI... or locked it out of the control systems, turning it into a prisoner within its own mainframe.
Make no mistakes - at this moment, Benjamin was a study in tranquil fury... and not the more commonly seen "Don't Make Me Destroy You" variety. This was the stone-cold executioner with no remorse or pity. Cold, efficient, methodical.
Gina was concerned... mildly. She'd seen him get like this before. He'd be moody for a while, but still functional, and he'd get better in a day or two. He'd just have new reasons to despise the Boskonians, and Gina had to say that she couldn't blame him one bit.
He glanced down the side corridor and saw no contacts. "Clear," said Ben tersely as he took up a position. Gina took up the rearguard and the Jesses began to proceed onwards. Their plan was simple - patrol the most likely routes that the Bosko's would use to get at The Package. Ben wasn't concerned too much with the potential hostage situation as the Supers had that angle covered. He was feeling very bloodthirsty at the moment as the old Native American and Aztec blood in him stirred, and the area they patrolled provided the most target-rich environment.
The last Jess tagged Gina on her shoulder, and she in turn tagged Ben. Ben went on from behind, keeping pace while watching from behind.
Benjamin took aim, and squeezed the trigger. Two .500 Nitro Express rounds exploded in sequence, the spent clinking loudly on the floor. One more reaver's chest decorated the walls like a Jackson Pollock painting.
Gina's rifled blasted out a round, bisecting another Reaver further on down.
He didn't flinch. He was too pissed off. He'd seen what they'd done to the mining settlements. The Blackbird up there was one of three that he had personally sold to such a settlement - he'd given them a good deal since they had been just starting up. From what little they'd found suggested that the 'Birds had died... messily. They had presumed that the inability to account for the other one had been because the Bosko's had scavenged the metal - good 'waved titanium was tough to come by, and the most expensive of the materials used in their construction.
There was also the fact that Blackbird AIs are unwaveringly loyal - death before dishonor and all.
To Benjamin, the 'Birds were practically his kids since he personally awoke each one. And someone had either killed the AI... or locked it out of the control systems, turning it into a prisoner within its own mainframe.
Make no mistakes - at this moment, Benjamin was a study in tranquil fury... and not the more commonly seen "Don't Make Me Destroy You" variety. This was the stone-cold executioner with no remorse or pity. Cold, efficient, methodical.
Gina was concerned... mildly. She'd seen him get like this before. He'd be moody for a while, but still functional, and he'd get better in a day or two. He'd just have new reasons to despise the Boskonians, and Gina had to say that she couldn't blame him one bit.
He glanced down the side corridor and saw no contacts. "Clear," said Ben tersely as he took up a position. Gina took up the rearguard and the Jesses began to proceed onwards. Their plan was simple - patrol the most likely routes that the Bosko's would use to get at The Package. Ben wasn't concerned too much with the potential hostage situation as the Supers had that angle covered. He was feeling very bloodthirsty at the moment as the old Native American and Aztec blood in him stirred, and the area they patrolled provided the most target-rich environment.
The last Jess tagged Gina on her shoulder, and she in turn tagged Ben. Ben went on from behind, keeping pace while watching from behind.