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Buzzwulf rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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 Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2017 7:49 pm
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Prompt: 5: You witness a lowblood being dragged out of their hive, kicking and screaming, by a squad of drones. Your crew then moves in to rig explosives inside their unfortunately placed home.
301 words for 11/13
Quella looked on impassively as the brownblood was dragged over a series of rocks. That looked kinda painful. Guess he shouldn't have built his hive on an active space landing platform. His kicks didn't seem to be having much effect on the armored plating of the drones, but if he was so weak, she guessed it wasn't really surprising.
She glanced back at the massive pile of blinking little boxes. A military officer had told her that she should start arming them and move them into the offending hive as soon as possible, then given her a little button device the nestled snugly in the palm of her pinchnub. She'd pressed it a few times, and it had beeped pleasingly, but other than that it didn't seem to really do much.
Basically, Quella had absolutely no idea what she was doing.
She noticed a troll across the contruction site who just might, though.
The other blueblood from that stupid office earlier looked like she was milling around as well. Quella waved at her from across the dusty construction site. Another troll or two perked up as well, but she waved them off. She wasn't interested in getting help from sad, pathetic weaklings. She wanted apex predators.
"Hey, Malice! You know anything about setting explosives?" Quella said with a grin. "Bossy Mcbossface said we're supposed to blow that dumb little hive down there, but I don't know a ton about stuff that goes boom. I'm more of a stabbin' troll myself."
Quella pressed the button on her little remote a couple more times, to a few very satisfying beeps, then shrugged. She tossed the device underhand to the other blueblood, uninterested in the silly little thing, and began to root through a few of the bags that had been left lying around.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2017 9:52 pm
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The site Malice went to had been getting ready to blow up a hive and the blueblood couldn't have been more uncaring. Even as the brownblood put up a fight, no one really bothered to defend them- and for good reason. Well, it was their fault for picking a prime ship platform area. It was for the greater good of Alternia, frankly. Kid should have been honored to give it up.
She took a moment to stand in brooding silence, however, thinking about it again. Malice still felt a twinge of bitterness. She wasn't a child anymore. She might have technically been one if sweeps were accounted for, but she certainly felt like there was much more she could do with her time- like being in actual ******** space, kicking daywalker a**. It was a huge disappointment and the blueblood, despite her tantrums and pouting, wouldn't ever admit the fact that her actions were terribly childish to begin with.
When she was waved down, Malice made a face and looked away. That blueblood from that stupid office again? Of all the places... She supposed it wasn't all that terrible, and when she approached and tossed some kind of remote into her hands, she caught it with one hand and greeted Quella with a raised brow.
As Quella spoke, the corner of Malice's lip twitched, threatening to grin in genuine amusement. "Of course you would be more into stabbing." Was all Malice could say, then directed her attention to the remote. She flipped it back and forth, looking momentarily nonchalant. "I mean, its obvious..." Malice started to say, squinting at the back to see if there were any hidden instructions. Okaaay... it wasn't as obvious as she thought it would be.
"Hey! What are you- an imbecile rebel?" She barked, grabbing at the back of Quella's jacket to pull her away from the bags. "You have to make sure that stuff isn't owed by an officer or someone.important. Be a little smart about it." She squinted down at the fellow blueblood, radiating annoyance and disappointment. After a short lived moment, a large, shark-toothed grin stretched from spongeclot to spongeclot. "What about the hive we're about to blow up? Might as well since it'll become dust."
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 3:18 pm
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Quella picked through the bag for a moment before she was yanked backwards by the scruff of her neck. Junk, junk, wires, little buttons, more junk... Nothing interesting. Malice pulled her from her scavenging with a yank. "Hey!" the blueblood exclaimed. "It's not like anyone's using it!"
Quella pulled a length of wire from the bag as she was pulled away. The red cord snaked back to the bag in tight coils, which ended in a little box with flashing red numbers.
"That's... gotta have something to do with it, right? I think we need to take that with us probably." Quella strained forward against the hand holding her from the flashing box, just barely managing to put her mitts on it. She held the thing up like a trophy. "YES! Ok, now let's go loot the snot out of that hive." She started grabbing packets of explosives, stuffing them in her pockets, her pants, her backpack with the dangerous demolitions.
Quella didn't really know what she thought about Malice. She seemed pretty competent and awesome, but she also kinda seemed like she enjoyed being kinda rude. And maybe throwing tantrums a little bit? Quella shrugged as she shoved more explosives into her boots. "Bet I can wire up more rooms than you can. Oh man, this explosion is gonna be SO SWEET."
The hyped blueblood practically vibrated in place with energy, just imagining the massive blast tearing the teeny-weenie hive apart. She didn't even try to keep the massive grin off her face. This was gonna be so fun!
Quella took off towards the hive in a dead sprint, not waiting for the other blueblood to finish packing her own gear. "YouknowwhatI'llraceyouthere, seeya!" The sentence exploded from her faster then she could actually talk as she bolted from the hilltop. Quella's quick feet ate up ground as she devoured the space between them and the recently-vacated hive.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2017 11:06 pm
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312 words for 11/15
Malice and Quella move to site Beta 2C
A bulldozer has broken down and it's fallen to you to help get it up and running again. Either through an understanding of mechanics, a good hard smack, or handing tools off to an engineer, you manage to get the thing running again.
Scarcely a moment had passed after Quella and Malice had managed to finish setting the charges before a voice crackled to life on their radios, asking the two of them to move as quickly as they could to site 2C. A short run later, and they found the site already under heavy construction. Trolls were running around with wheelbarrows and shovels, pouring concrete and digging trenches. Quella looked at Malice and shrugged. Not much looting to do around here, that was for sure.
She found the two of them wandering the site, looking for something that seemed even the littlest bit distracting. "Look at that!" she yelled, pointing at a large machine. She had NO idea what it was for, but it had a large arm that looked like it was supposed to suspend stuff above the air? "WAIT NO LOOK AT THAT!" she yelled, pointing to another machine, which looked like it had a large metallic scoop. The blueblood ran over to the thing, which had another troll standing outside it, kicking it like they meant it. Quella tried really hard to catch the string of expletives coming from the rustblood operator's ignoranceshaft, but they were a little too varied and a little too colorful for her to catch them all. Still, the blueblood was a little bit impressed.
"Wow. Hey, what is this thing called?" Quella asked the older troll, running her hand over the cool hard carapace of the metal beast. "And how do you feed it? it looks like it's hungry." She banged on the shell with a closed fist, and was surprised to hear it made almost a hollow sound. "Yeah, definitely hungry. What does something like this even eat? Drones? Trolls?" She turned to Malice, a wicked smile on her face. "I bet we can find some trolls around to feed it, if we need to."
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 10:00 pm
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352 words for 11/16
"Oh, uh..." Quella paused, slowly setting down the wailing, kicking rustblood she'd hoisted over her head as a sacrifice to the machine god. "You don't say!" She gave the rustblood a happy little pat on the butt as he scrambled away from the pair of highbloods. "Take care of yourself!" the blueblood shouted after him. She was pretty sure that he wasn't listening. Oh well.
"Ok, so... if it doesn't eat trolls, what does it need?" Quella looked at the machine, jumping up on the hood and examining it from all angles. She gave it some quick kicks and was excited when she heard a little whine from the engine she was standing on. It was working! "It needs kicks! Quick, Malice! Kick the stuffing out of it!" The older operator jumped out of the vehicle, waving his arms and making funny, spluttering noises at the bluebloods clearly superior method of repair. "Quella is the BEST bulldozer rodeo troll there is!" She yelled at the operator, pointing at herself with her thumb and a big grin. They'd get this hunk of rusty automotive parts active again in no time flat.
From up on her perch, she could see around the dig site pretty well, and she paused between jumps as she noticed a single-horned troll she'd met before. She was pretty sure she knew him from a camping trip or something that one time. "HEY!" she yelled, jumping up and down as she tried to get the damn piece of machinery to start. "KERRAS! Come over here and help me and Malice get this stupid lump of junk to start!" Not waiting for an answer, she starting jumping up and down again with renewed vigor. The bulldozer was making small sputtering sounds now. Hopefully that meant it was about to wake up! Or maybe she was just making it angry. Quella had no idea whether bulldozers were hunters or prey beasts, but she was pretty sure she could take it either way. It looked slow. She just hoped Malice had enough sense to stand back once the thing woke up from it's hibernation and attacked.
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