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Your legs carry you on swift, long strides towards the nearest Cartel Member before leaping into the air! Hurtling towards the Slinger like a glowing-eyed missile, you deliver a dropkick into their center of mass that sends them flying across the pavement!
Luckily Volka gets the message you don’t have time to send–loping over with the comatose Carteller slung over one shoulder and a very befuddled Mechanist over the other, a cheeky grin spreads across the Skog’s face as…
… she too dropkicks a Durher, this one skipping across the alley like a rock across a pond!
“Safe travels!”
Vol, you hiss as the berserk Skogs barrel through another squad of Snipers, the contraption! Taking a moment to weigh your words, an apology creeps into your sister’s expression as The Machinist’s face lights up from her shoulder!
“Oh! Good call, Mor!”
It doesn’t take long for you to understand why Obber’s so excited–as the three of you–err, <span class="mu-i">four</span> if you count your hostage–scramble over to the nearest, non-tipped-over vehicle, the Gnok wastes no time in slipping into what you assume is the driver’s seat!
“GET IN!” He roars, prompting the Spice Cartel to riddle the gizmo with Slinger Darts, “NOW!”
“OI!” Snarls a Sniper as he fires a shot just over your head, “THAT’S OURS!”
Not for long, you reply with a flicker in your eye! Slipping into a shockingly-comfortable leather seat next to the Gnok, you can’t help but wince at the sudden sound of shrieking metal above your head!
“Sorry!” Volka chirps as she hefts what remains of the vehicle’s roof like a shield, “Ain’t built for tight spaces!”
Before you can slam the door shut, one of the Cartel Goons has the bright idea of holding it open!
“<span class="mu-r">SIXFACE</span> says ‘hiya’, cree-”
‘Hiya’, you reply back as you deliver a firm chop to their throat! Falling to the ground in a gagging heap, they do little to stop you as some unknown gadget roars to life on the front of the vehicle, causing the whole thing to tremble!
“H-hey…” Volka stammers as she fends off a few more darts with her new shield, “You know how ta’ use one of these things, yea?”
“Not at all!” Cackles The Machinist as you feel the ‘thing’ move beneath you! “Hang onto something!”
The contraption screeches out of the alleyway just as Rezalith bombards it with fresh Hellfire! Through some divine providence The Machinist doesn’t manage to crash the damn thing either, and by the time you skid back out Canalside you can already feel your claws trembling from how <span class="mu-i">FAST</span> you’re going!
“Hells, Hells, <span class="mu-i">Hells…</span>” Grumbles the Gnok as your ride weaves back and forth like a drunk on their way home, “How’s a man supposed ter’ navigate this derned thing…”
As if on cue, a disembodied voice fills the cabin!
<span class="mu-b">’TekNav online! Where can I direct you today?’</span>
>CONTD.
