Battlefield Mobius (STH RP)

"Who the hell do they think they are?!" Messilita swiftly turned to look at the big guys.
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The carrier was inbound,screeching as the engine blew mid air making the droids fall out of the crates. These were battle-ready and auto-deploy.

In this case,they were spread out a bit.. they armed themselves with laser rifles attached to their backs.

Aaron felt uneasy... he wanted to be prepared in case making eye-contact meant they'd be getting into a fight.

"Shhh!" The bartender tried shushing her, but he was too late for it. The largest of them stood up, he being 4'2 and was also very stocky. He turned round, revealing himself - He had milky white eyes with the pupils also whited out, bearing a massive scar over his right eye and a set of 3 big scars on his chest. He was some sort of a porcupine hybrid, dark brown/green in colour. Cracking his knuckles, he stomped over, a faint, fanged grin on his face.

Az saw the incoming plane. He knew that it wouldn't go into the bar, but he needed to steer clear of it, so he ran back.

As the droids began to land, several people from the crowd began running...But most stayed, being to ignorant to notice.

The carrier bounced lightly once it hit the ground,parts flying about. It did not explode on impact but the droids inside were either broken or thrown off to who knows where.

The battle-ready droids fired their laser guns at people,being a small squad they have almost no chance against the entire place.
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Messilita was concerned about her recent attracted company.. but she heard familiar gunfire. "Droids!" She pulled out her assault rifle from her back. "Outta the way,losers!" She started running for the door.

Many innocent lives were gunned down, and the crowd dispersed, most of them running down the street or trying to get into the apartments surrounding the intersection. Several rioters pulled out small, self-defense pistols, attempting to fight off the droids.

The main thing that gave the droids an advantage was that there weren't many outside of the group of rioters willing to fight... except for some in the bar. A group of three pulled out their pistols and rather cheap rifles, running outside to aid in the battle. The tribe were about to stand up, but their chief (the largest) held a hand out, stopping them as he watched the fox run out.

Doraaz was hidden behind a shack. He didn't know whether to reveal himself to the droids and open fire or wait it out.

Aaron watched Messilita run off, leaving both him and Lucia behind.
He would have followed her, but he seemed rather concerned about Lucia's safety, considering present company.

Ciel seemed to be... absent?

The droids regrouped, moving in a straight line as they barrage laser fire. Small arms were useless against their medium assault armour. Rifles were strong enough to shoot them down into the ground or breaking them into pieces with a well aimed shot.
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Messilita stood just outside the bar,a laser round missing her hip just a bit. She rolled toward a stack of boxes and loaded a magazine into her rifle. "The heck do they want from this hellhole?"

Lucia stood close to Aaron. "Do you think my sister will be okay?"

Doraaz turned invisible, coming round the side of the shack and began sneaking toward the nearest droid... he readied his pistol, looking for any vitals.

The chief turned his attention to Aaron and Lucia, grinning.
"You should know that strangers don't just walk in and get the red carpet..." He put a hand both on Aaron and Lucia's shoulders.

Droids have no effect on them while shooting their 'head' but the centrepiece containing vital power units were armoured. A mere pistol won't do much.

There was a loud clink, and a smal ball begin rolling towards the group of droids. Someone had thrown a live grenade!

Aaron was just waiting for a reason to strike, not saying a word... the calm before the storm.

Doraaz still had the bayonet on his pistol... he wondered if he could cut through. He saw the grenade, but was at a safe enough distance for now.

Several of the tribe members got up and slowly began to walk over. The chief looked at the two, grinning still, before taking his hands away and looking down at them both. He thought that one of them was going to try and hit him, but assumed Lucia wouldn't really put up a fight since she didn't look like a brawler.
"What have you to say, little pips?" He growled to them both.

BOOM,the droid group blew up. There were still other groups of weak droids. About 13 more.
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Messilita saw some droids left from the explosion. She took this opportunity to shoot them down.
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Lucia looked up at the brawler dude. She started crying in distress.

"I'm taking a wild guess that you don't give two shits about the rest of the people in this town, so how does 'get the hell out of our way' sound?" Aaron wasn't in the mood for taking bullshit.

Ciel came out of hiding, in her Primary Form and ready for combat, jumping over the droids as she tried to slash them with her wing pieces.

Two figures from a rooftop began to lay down fire at the remaining droids. One of them set up a sniping position, the other simply kept firing with an automatic PDW.

All of the sudden, some heavy gunfire came from one of the doorways of the shacks, but it was a single gun. Az looked to where the deafening gunshots were coming from to see his brother, Borion, holding a very large MG and firing away at the droids.

The chief kicked through the back legs of the stool Aaron was sitting down on, causing it to fall back. He then stood over Aaron, his grin only getting worse.
"This is no town... this is Hell." He leaned in closer. "And I am the Devil."

One of the figures on the roof jumped down and took cover behind a mailbox, firing blindly at the droid's front.

"..." Aaron grabbed his leg, giving a swift push to try and knock him over and give himself time to get back up.

The chief stumbled back a little, but managed to support himself on a chair and keep himself stood up. Once Aaron was stood up properly, he grabbed the chair he used for an extra leg with both hands and swung it round hard. He was looking to knock Aaron out cold more than beat him up.

Aaron leaned back, trying to catch a part of the chair and shove it into the chief.

The chief's strength in his swing prevented the chair from being grappled onto, but it did cause it to jolt out of his grip and go crashing into a couple of stairs to the side. Two other tribe members tried rushing in to help.
"NO!" He roared them away from the fight, returning his attention to Aaron, growling and frowning.

"Wow, you turning this into a personal thing? I'm just doing what's obligated of me." Aaron said, at least giving him points for being honorable.

"Consider this a LESSON!" He went to throw a huge right hook at Aaron.