A very short little ficlet inspired by some events this Halloween. Also features an absymal attempt at Japanese done using only an online dictionary.
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"So why is Clank just standing there, again?" Jen Etroica panted as she fell back beside Hexane.
The other woman shrugged uncertainly. "I'm not sure, she said something about maintenance cycles. Techhead's the engineer though, not me. Only thing I know is that her 'bots will do what ever they have to to defend her."
Jan peered over the trunk of the car they were sheltering behind. "And if they realize that if they stop you from teleporting her into danger in the first place their job won't be so hard?"
"Ix-nay on the ogic-lay. Besides I don't think they're that intelligent." Hexane took her own look around the car. "Damn, looks like they've regrouped. Time to go back to work. Take the left flank and see if you can pick some of them off."
Ahead of them in the street the Streng massed for another charge and Clank Patrol's drones moved to meet them. Their skirmish line was ragged, with out the direction of their master, but their weapons staggered the Fir-Bolg minions, and then the support drone's heavy weapons opened up. The massed fire of the drones blew the front ranks of the charge apart, pelting the street with torn greenery and the gooey interior of magically animated pumpkins.
The Streng pressed forward, accepting their losses, determined to close with their enemy. Two near the right edge of the crowd went down as Hexane's own minions appeared from the shadows and swarmed them under. Swearing under her breath Hexane buried an arrow in a pumpkin's burning eye and reached for the darkness inside her.
"kage kijutsu: gen'ya gametsui!"*
Hexane braced herself against the car as her strength flowed out of her and into the tar patch she cast under the Fir-Bolg's feet. "Once a year. Just once a year. Only Europeans could be this stupid." Then with greater force as she drew her bow once more. "I hate Halloween!"
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* Roughly (hopefully) "Shadow Magic: Grasping (greedy) Wasteland".
Thanks for the help that night Sweno, even if Clank didn't take that much of an active role at the end
Firvulag
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The more Sturgeon's Law becomes an understatement of the dire state of
the Internet, the smaller a value of epsilon separates a set of
wireclippers from a perfectly-tuned content filter.
-- Anthony de Boer
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"So why is Clank just standing there, again?" Jen Etroica panted as she fell back beside Hexane.
The other woman shrugged uncertainly. "I'm not sure, she said something about maintenance cycles. Techhead's the engineer though, not me. Only thing I know is that her 'bots will do what ever they have to to defend her."
Jan peered over the trunk of the car they were sheltering behind. "And if they realize that if they stop you from teleporting her into danger in the first place their job won't be so hard?"
"Ix-nay on the ogic-lay. Besides I don't think they're that intelligent." Hexane took her own look around the car. "Damn, looks like they've regrouped. Time to go back to work. Take the left flank and see if you can pick some of them off."
Ahead of them in the street the Streng massed for another charge and Clank Patrol's drones moved to meet them. Their skirmish line was ragged, with out the direction of their master, but their weapons staggered the Fir-Bolg minions, and then the support drone's heavy weapons opened up. The massed fire of the drones blew the front ranks of the charge apart, pelting the street with torn greenery and the gooey interior of magically animated pumpkins.
The Streng pressed forward, accepting their losses, determined to close with their enemy. Two near the right edge of the crowd went down as Hexane's own minions appeared from the shadows and swarmed them under. Swearing under her breath Hexane buried an arrow in a pumpkin's burning eye and reached for the darkness inside her.
"kage kijutsu: gen'ya gametsui!"*
Hexane braced herself against the car as her strength flowed out of her and into the tar patch she cast under the Fir-Bolg's feet. "Once a year. Just once a year. Only Europeans could be this stupid." Then with greater force as she drew her bow once more. "I hate Halloween!"
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* Roughly (hopefully) "Shadow Magic: Grasping (greedy) Wasteland".
Thanks for the help that night Sweno, even if Clank didn't take that much of an active role at the end
Firvulag
--
The more Sturgeon's Law becomes an understatement of the dire state of
the Internet, the smaller a value of epsilon separates a set of
wireclippers from a perfectly-tuned content filter.
-- Anthony de Boer