#everyone following me from the before times knows equius is my number one little fucked up motherfucker

[kayforpay]

indigos are my second favorite caste, and I really love all of them, even the ones who suck lmao

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Betty Crocker Headquarters:  Dragonfly Flight

[ Speaking of, the ships are getting closer and some ground troups are moving in to set up some kind of artillery support. There's a bizarre mix of weapons-- longbows and grenade launchers, mortar cannons and trebuchets. Along with the mottley assortment of sea creatures alongside the boats... ]

[The rebel crew is still parked on the dragonfly, though they're going to have to take off REAL soon once everyone gets aboard.]

URSAIS: -quickly mounts again- alrRigh' EVErRybody on!!!

NEPETA: =Is back on.... WITH FRIENDS=

MITUNA: -His eyes crackle with energy and he starts floating.- oh 5hi7brickle5

ERIDAN: -mounts himself onto the dragonfly at the beck of this gross lowblood.- RUFIOH: -Keeping some distance away on wings. DETERMINED. He's glad he brought his armor with him.-

NEPETA: =she will eat him=

[PLAY NICE YALL]

HEITOR: BUZZ THE ARTILLERY.

-obnoxiously nudges at the bug pilot-

JOEY: hella. =She has something help tight in her fist. It looks like a flashlight.=

MITUNA: -He's flying close to the dragonfly, keeping an eye on things, waiting for these ships to fire-

[ Some of the trebuchets fire as they take off into the air... and a group of ROWDY PUNCHBOYS sail through the air, directly towards the dragonfly's crew. A gruop of about six sailing majestically like doves...]

[The RUFFIANNIHILATORS have NO GOOD INTENTIONS TOWARDS YOU WHATSOEVER]

[The lances are poised and ready!!]

JOEY: =Receiving a text from her brother dear, she shouted the thing he mentioned in passing as she watched these punchboys sail like leaves on the wind.= JOEY: barrel roll???!(edited)

MITUNA: D0 4 84RR3L R0LL

[A group of Archeradicators down on the surface are taking careful aim... directly at this one DISGUSTING mustardblood flying around COMPLETELY UNTETHERED with his psionics in NAKED OPEN SIGHT. HORRIBLE.]

ERIDAN: -actually just. Equips his assault rifle and lets loose the gunfire on these ruffiannihilators. TAT TAT TAT TAT.-

MITUNA: -Oh shit, he's doing his own meme maneuvers, swooping down and giving them an OPTIC BLAST-

[ The column of flashing red-and-blue light overtakes the group-- some of them manage to scatter, but there is a swathe of scorched earth in their place.]

[The rowdy punchboys are tough-- veritable bullet sponges-- the sustained assault more of a burn on ammunition than anything else, but they, too, begin to drop to the earth.]

[Way to shoot right into the crowd of them some of them bite it but there's so many, they focus on the mighty seadweller who is a nasty traitor. WHAT A WASTE OF GOOD BLOOD]

ERIDAN: -eat his GRENADES.-

URSAIS: - Equips one of her two abstratus. SLING KIND. And holy shit does she spin it fast. The projectile is not a normal rock. It looks very EXPLOSIVE. With a mighty heave she sends it down towards the FUCKIN HIGHBLOODS-

JOEY: =She stands on the back of this mount, popping up behind Eridan and turning on her flashlight. An extraordinary, unnaturally bright light surges forth. Stare into the sun, mofos!=

[There are several loud BOOMS in the direction of the lake-- cannon fire, on the port side!!!! dragonflies have port sides.]

ULFURA: -SHE IS TOTALLY FLYING THIS DRAGONFLY-

MITUNA: -Nyooming back towards the dragonfly and trying to redirect enemy fire back to the enemy themself.-

[No? One ship does so happen to get sploded but we have more ships. MEga ships. So many ships we don't know what to fuckin do with em. The catapult sends another wave of Sword-Waving-Rebel-Fighters right for the dragonfly]

LATULA: -shit dude, fuckin shit, this is making her anxious as hell and she's not a steady shot when her hands are shaking. Gotta... gotta be cool. Gotta be calm. Deep breath. Squeeze the trigger...-

LATULA: -baby's first confirmed kill. She feels sick watching the cloud of blood come from the troll's head, body ragdolling from the sky, but fuck.-

[Some of the others still latch onto the side, though. Landing on the dragonfly and attempting to crawl upwards, onto the surface, and MENACE the team with their various swords.]

NEPETA: =POPS her head over the side= NEPETA: :33 NEPETA: =STABS WITH HER BARE CLAWS AT THE CLOSEST DUDE..... rip. Then eyeballs the others=

[ THEY'RE STILL GOING FOR IT. The ones who agree to load themselves into catapults don't have the BEST survival instincts.]

URSAIS: -In her free hand she equps her MELEE abstatus, which is a clauntet with three prong blades, kind of a bigger, wider version of what Nepeta uses. She coils up on the dragonfly and stabs upwards, aiming for the neck of the nearest guy.- I'M GONNA RrIP YA T' PIECES.

ERIDAN: -is there water below? How deep is it?-

URSAIS: Y' WON'T BE GOOD FErR MORE THAN GRUBSAUCE Y' FUCKIN BULLSHIT HIGHBLOODS. EAT MY SHIT!!!

MITUNA: holy 5hi7 7ha75 a lo7 of 5hip -Swooces in to draw the fire of the mega ships-

URSAIS: -Whether or not they're actually highbloods doesn't matter. She seems very BARBARIAN-Y-

URSAIS: -Like if she had to be a class, she might be someone prone to go into RAGES.-

[Oh, it does WORK. There's a lot of fire, in fact. If cannonballs won't work, there are rockets. If rockets don't work, there are ballistae and arrows.]

[The cloud of projectile weaopns make for a difficult slalom to not lose anymore limbs or die.]

NEPETA: =Oh you know what...... she scrunches up her face then eyeballs the ships.... she's going to start aiming deadly darts for the firerers=

MITUNA: -Nyooms past the pilot, grinning. You FOOL. YOU BUFFOON.

YOU ABSOLUTE DULLARD

! Can't you see the rockets are following him? Flying right back at you.-

[There are a couple EXPLOSIONS as the heat seeking missiles seek heat.]

[ Some of the boats are already sinking... but they're the smaller ones using old fashioned seafaring cannons.]

MITUNA: -Mostly, he tries to get them to redirect fire at each other by nyooming and zooming, occasionally forcing their projectiles back at themselves with psionics-

[But what is Mituna going to do when some larger ships roll up with sonic canons. BWOOOOMMMMMM, shoots right for him](edited)

MITUNA: -IT'S A REAPER!-

RUFIOH: -swoops in at high speeds to BREEZE BLAST Mituna out of the trajectory of the sonic canons. He's got your back bro!-

[As the last of the bloodied trebuchet-victims falls from the dragonfly, they begin launching more rockets-- since their psionic is diverting fire from the WATER then he can't be in two places at ONCE. Right for the side of the dragonfly.]

MITUNA: -Goes swooshing in another direction???? He looks around, confused....-

MITUNA: !!!!

MITUNA: RU F1 00000000000H

[Alright mutant wing freak there's a boom here for you. bWOOOoOOOOOOOM]

MITUNA: -Time to return the favor. He psionics Rufioh right out of the way.-

[Guys.... come on.... just. Let us kill you. GOD.]

MITUNA: -Go fuck your mother????-

[The rockets aimed for the side of the dragonfly seem like they're only an instant away of firing before some strange, crackling blue streak collides into them on the ground. A small, roundish figure crashes straight through in a line, as... someone? Something? Cuts through the survivors with long, tendril-like limbs.]

RUFIOH: -spins in the air. Anyway bye.-

JOEY: D8 what the fu--

ERIDAN: -Doesn't like the look of that figure. Time to shoot it.-

[A LORGER figure blocks that blast, bowling into some ships with it's massive assive]

[That bullet tickled..... in the WRONG WAY. KERSMASHES]

MITUNA: WHA7

LATULA: ???

LATULA: 1UNO DUD3 -SHOUTING-

NEPETA: =perks up and leans over the basket= NEPETA: :33 < finally!!! =LEAPS=

NEPETA: :33 < they're furrrrrieeennndddsssss =descends=

LATULA: WH3R3 4R3 YOU???

LATULA: 4LR1GHT!!!!!

LATULA: SUR3 OK4Y!

URSAIS: AY, WELL. THAZ GOOD ENUFF FER ME. -she's following Nepeta. CANON BALL!!!-

LATULA: 44444!!!!

LATULA: -FUCKIN-

LATULA: -GOD!-

[There's some breathing room, now that a significant number of the ships and artillery are down. Enough to maybe go further on the offensive.]

MITUNA: um

MITUNA: yeah okay fuck me i gue55

NEPETA: =lands on a big large and is fighting the ships down there. So much blood on this cat.=

LATULA: why 1s 3v3ryon3 so fuck1n much.

LATULA: -trying to use her scope to get a read on the battle again...-

FRAZZA: =aka the big large, catches Ursais. They are big, they are heavily armored. They are smashing gunnery=

URSAIS: -Wow that turned out pretty well. She was going on faith here.-

[Okay. What the actual fuck is all this noise??]

MITUNA: -He's just...gonna optic blast the boom cannons. Okay? Okay.-

[LARGER ships roll up with gatling guns, maybe now that the little ships are being sacrificed for the cause they open fire, literal fire bullets on Mituna]

LATULA: DUD3 NO YOUR S1X BRUH

URSAIS: -With her vantage point, she's going to have a nice long time to wind up her SLINGKIND and launch another large projectile at the incoming ships-

[Some of the gatlings BLOW UP, all twisted barrels and scorched metal.]

MITUNA: -He's running through the six with his woes. You know how that shit go. The searing hot pain in his body reminds him he needs to MOVE, and so he does flying back up and out of reach, but that doesn't stop his clothes from being stained yellow. Minimal hits, but getting shot is getting fucking shot.-

[it sure is dude dang]

LATULA: -SCREAMING A LOT-

LATULA: -she's not really hitting much with these shots now, cause of the screaming-

MITUNA: -Plarps next to Latula on the dragonfly. Ma'am can you not. -

LATULA: how b4d????

LATULA: FUCK.

[They're weakened. Fires more shots! ]

URSAIS: -WINDS UP ANOTHER THROW-

MITUNA: 1 G07 FUCK1NG 5H07 8R0 WH47 D0 Y0U 7H1NK

LATULA: 1 M34N 1 C4NT T3LL????

LATULA: M4YB3 1TZ JUST L1K3 4 FL3SH WOUND OR WH4T3VZ?

[Gunman: DOOF, is murderlated by the sling toss. Rude af]

MITUNA: 1M F1N3 1 GU355 1M N07 HUMP1N UP D415135

LATULA: sh1t. SH1T. 4LR1GHT! [The troll with the weird creepy stilt-limbs is creating a path of ice, skittering along the water and using those fingers to punch holes in boats Meanwhile, the blue streak ZOOMS right up to The BIG and nepeta. Communicating that they'd like to be thrown through some hurried hand gestures.]

EQUIUS: -Remind him to work on your voice boxes later-

FRAZZA: =Cronches the muzzle of a big gun and looks at the blue streak.... scoops up.... STRONG TOSS. Gonna skip the friendo like a pebble on a lake=

[ three... four skips. And then CRASH into the hull of the big ship. That is a significant hole!!! and it is taking on some significant water.]