Rocket Town - Center of Rocket Town
The large clearing that makes up the center of Rocket Town is a mixture of
gravel, concrete, and dirt. In patches where enough dirt has accumulated,
some beautiful trees have grown. For the most part though, the trees are
limited ot the outskirts of the town. A large rocket that is leaning at a
peculiar angle lies to the north behind the town. Homes surround the clearing
but the only ones that are open to visitors at the moment are to the northwest
and northeast. There seems to be a faint outline on the ground.

Gforte snorts and rolls over in his sleep.

Gforte mutters about potatoes and vampires.

Nitro stares at the sky.

Gforte sits upright and screams "ROBOTUSSIN!".

Gforte says 'Oh hey, Nitro is here.'

Nitro says '...Where're the rest of the unit?'

Gforte says 'At the target area.'

Gforte gets up and brushes off his ass.

Gforte says 'Right then gogo to the target area, eh?'

Nitro nods.

Gforte says 'Follow me then.'

The Gigan Canyon
The canyons continue further on endlessly to the west, where the
ground is starting to become stiff, and the wind kicks up the dust which
shrouds all of the bottom. The wind also begins to reverberate throughout
the crevices of the canyon, making a whistling type noise.

Gforte says 'Right there.'

Gforte walks over to the guys and begins pointing them out.

Gforte says 'First for the humans we have Jake, Frank, Bob, Al, And Sioflack.'

Gforte says 'We call 'im Sio fer short.'

Gforte says 'Then fer the reploids is Razor Owl, Black Mongoose, and Ricardo.'

Nitro says '...I assume this is all we'll need.'

Gforte grins evilly.

Gforte says 'Yeah, a team, a target, and robotussin.'

Gforte uncorks a bottle of robotussin and chugs it.

Nitro says 'I don't think obscuring your judgement and reflexes is a nice way to
start a potential battle...'

Gforte says 'Bah. Makes it more fair.'

Gforte burps noisily, expelling gases from his stomach. How rude.

Gforte says 'Gives me gas also.'

Nitro says '...What restrictions do we have?'

Gforte says 'Hrm, no killing buildings.'

Nitro says '....Of...course....'

Gforte says 'And keep the plate- err, artifact safe.'

Gforte says 'At all costs.'

A bell rings out from the town and many robed figures start marching in a line,
the middle one holding a chest.

Nitro says ' ...Is...that what we're after?'

Nitro points at the chest that the figures carry.

Gforte says 'Hrm, dunno. They look like preists though.'

Gforte says 'Might worship it.'

Gforte says 'I say kill 'em all and steal it. What about you?'

Nitro says 'Kill them?!'

Gforte says 'Calm down.'

Nitro says 'We didn't come here for a needless massacre.'

Gforte says 'Bull. Well, You didn't.'

Gforte says 'Look at it like this.'

Gforte says 'They stole it from us.'

Gforte says 'It's our sacred duty and right to take it back. With force.'

Nitro says 'But we don't need to kill them to get it back.'

Gforte says 'Look, the more we kill, the less of an incident report the Militia
get.'

Nitro says 'How does -that- logic work?'

Gforte says 'Less details dontchya know.'

Gforte says 'Bah. If you don't want to act just sit back and watch.'

Nitro says 'I came here to get that artifact, not slaughter townsfolk.'

Gforte says 'What do you propose, Mr. Sensitive?'

Nitro says 'All we have to do is disarm and disable them. Nothing else.'

Gforte sighs.

Gforte says 'Have you ever fought?'

Nitro says 'Of course I have.'

Gforte says 'A training fight?'

Nitro shakes his head.

Gforte says 'A real, to the death, army fight?'

Nitro says 'I've fought people who've wanted to kill me...'

Gforte says 'Did you kill them back?'

Nitro says '........No.'

Gforte says 'Right then. Sit down, shut up, and fight.'

Gforte says 'Umm, stand up and fight.'

Nitro growls quietly.

Gforte says 'On the other hand, you can report back to Bahamut.'

Gforte says 'Tell him the mission's success and the impending victory.'

Gforte says 'Whatever you choose, do it quick.'

Gforte points to the priests now coming close.

Nitro says '......Fine.'

Gforte says 'Fine what?'

Gforte says 'You joining?'

Nitro nods slowly.

Gforte grins evilly.

Gforte says 'Then get yer gun boyo.'

Nitro sighs.

Gforte waltzes up to the preists and the team spreads to surround them.

Gforte says ''Ello my good lads, whatchu say ya do this the easy way and give us
the box?'

The head priest looks at Gforte like he's a fool. "Give it to you? This is our
sacred artifact! We have spent the better part of 50 years protecting it!"

Gforte pulls a sheild off his back and wears it around his right arm before
changing his left one into a buster.

Gforte says 'We can do this the easy way, or you can all meet your god in his
house.'

The head priest holds his hands up, and then turns around to the box. "You have
no idea of what you're doing." The priest then turns around with a sword in his
hand and points it at Gforte.

Nitro generates a swirling circle of blue energy around his left arm while
drawing a blade of green energy from the slit on his right.

Gforte begins charging his buster. "Bad idea."

The other priests form a circle around the box holder and produce swords of
their own and the head priest shouts and attacks Gforte.

(At this point, Gforte realized playing both sides of the fight would not be
very interesting. Although I was initially just watching OOCly and logging, I
offered to take over the warrior-priests after he told me what they were capable
of. -- Milo)

Gforte dodges to the side and slams his buster arm into the head priest's gut.
"Come on, the noob ain't so used to blood. Let's just be peaceful and hand over
the box."

The head priest slams his arm into Gforte's, hoping to divert the buster before
he is fast enough to fire. The others exchange a few quick gestures, nod, and
start chanting.

After a few seconds, all are surrounded by a faint shimmering aura, except for
one who used his cast on the head priest. He continues his chant until he has
an aura as well.

Nitro begins running around the group guarding the chest in a circular motion,
firing chilling blasts at their feet, trying to freeze them to the ground.

Gforte spins around and slams his shield into the priest's back before yelling
at the guys to attack something.

Gforte jumps onto the priest's back and headbutts him several times before he
remembers he has a buster.

Several of the guys follow Gforte's order and pick up the reploids (much to
their dismay) and use them as battering rams against the priests.

The head priest reaches behind him and grabs Gforte with a strong hold,
attempting to wrestle him off and put him in a compromising position.
Meanwhile, the other gigantos fail to dodge with their defensive position, and
those closer to Nitro are succesfully frozen, though they could probably tear
free with a little effort (and concentration). They swing their swords in
two-handed diagonal slashes at the unfortunate reploids, the similarity of their
technique showing clear martial training.

The battering rams, err reploids, kick out of the humans' hands (Razor Owl
suffers a head wound of minor damage).

Gforte meeps as he is hurtled to the ground and squeezes off his shot at the
priest's kneecap.

Changing tactics, Nitro activates his jets, dashing at the priests' weapons,
trying to dissect the blades with the one produced by his arm.

Though strong, gigantos are not known for great speed, and the head priest takes
the shot, stumbling to the ground. Unfortunately, kneeling on his good knee as
he is now is an excellent position from which to attempt a finish blow on the
prone enemy with his sword.

Gforte brings his shield up to protect him and spits in the headman's eye.

The gob of spit fails to defy gravity enough to reach the eye of a member of a
particularly tall race from lying on the ground, and falls back down ironically
landing in Gforte's own eye. Smart move.

The priests are knowledgeable enough to recognize Nitro's beam sword for what it
is, and avoid it while one takes a swing at Nitro's ankles.

Nitro tries rolling away from the swing, which grazes his left ankle.

Nitro turns around after his first sweep and flies at the priests, again, firing
freezing blasts at their hands, this time.

The guys look inbetween Gforte, Nitro, and the priests before nodding to
themselves and mobbing the priests while occupied with Nitro.

The circle fends off the mob for now, each side parrying the other's attacks.
However, Nitro is clearly more of a threat. Several priests have their hands
frozen (which seems to only tighten their weapon grips) and several others react
quickly enough to avoid it and instead receive a patch of frost on their torso.
A little shivering ensues.

The head priest puts his good knee on Gforte's shield and attempts again to
finish him quickly, realizing his tactical options are needed elsewhere.

Gforte kicks the Gigantos man in his Wily and fires off a shot at the sword arm.

Nitro lands, stumbling briefly on his injured ankle, and stands his ground,
trying to think of a new tactic.

He groans and falls back, taking only a glancing hit from the buster which
somehow does not seem to even graze him.

Gforte rolls back and pops off a few uncharged shots randomly at the man.

Several of the unfrozen priests leave and start towards their leader, thinning
out part of the circle but still leaving the ranks close enough to make getting
through difficult. Getting through with your head on your shoulders even more
difficult.

Gforte gets up and tries to thin out the advancing mini army with kneecap shots.

Seeing the circle lessen, Nitro hops back into the air, activating all of his
dashing systems, rocketing towards the chest, ready to snatch it.

The head priest takes some more hits, but forces himself back up and starts to
limp toward those coming to his aid. When he sees Nitro launch, he quickly
utters words of power, and three silvery missiles about the size and shape of a
piece of chalk launch at Nitro's back... specifically jetpack. They're homing
and pack more of a punch than they look.

Gforte grins evilly.

Gforte shoots the head preist some more in the back of his knee caps and puts
out a few head shots into the oncoming crowd.

Meanwhile, several of the advancing priests are hit but enough make it past to
cover for their leader. As one, three gigantos face Gforte.

Catching sight of the incoming missiles, Nitro begins his evasive manuevers,
which consist of dash bursts in various directions.

Gforte says 'Oh buttsex. This is gonna hurt.'

Gforte changes his buster back into a hand and puts some claws on it.

The missiles are not very intelligent in their tracking, but are fast and keep
up diligently.

Nitro decides on a different approach, and rockets himself past and around the
Gigantos facing Gforte, hoping the missiles will strike them instead of him.

Gforte glances at Nitro and ducks.

The gigantos had advanced to Gforte and two were making simultaneous slashes at
Gforte's arms while one remained in a defensive stance... but failed to look
behind him as a reploid zoomed overhead and a missile subsequently struck him,
hitting with enough force to knock him unconcious. The other two narrowly
missed and were still in pursuit.

"Shoot!" Noticing that two still followed, Nitro stopped, aboutfaced, and began
firing at them, keeping his arm barrier ready for impact.

Gforte rolls to the side of the gigantos and delivers a powerful blow to the
left one, slicing into it with his claws

Both shots slammed into the shield before they could veer to avoid it,
neutralizing the attack.

The force of the shots knocked Nitro off balance and he fell to the ground.

Nitro says 'Ugh!'

The giganto being clawed at takes some painful cuts but swings his sword at
Gforte again to drive him off. The other one moves in after Nitro.

The mob members focus themselves on one gigantos to try and break the circle
trying at the same time to disarm them.

Nitro stands himself back up and tries to see if he can tell which giganto
specifically manifested the previous spell against him.

Gforte charges the head man and tries to backstab him with his claws.

The targetted one resists but, under overwhelming numbers, finding his weapon
soon sent flying. However, the respite granted to the others in the circle was
used to free their legs, breaking the ice with force.

With the circle broken the mob starts attacking at the ends of the circle trying
to work their way around.

The now-free priests start to adjust their formation, moving to repair the
circle and cluster around the mob, hoping to box it in.

Nitro fires at the head priest's mouth, attempting to freeze it shut.

The giganto engaged with Gforte moves swiftly to intercept Gforte, keeping him
separated from the other combatants, and yells for backup.

Gforte spins and drops to a knee thrusting his claws forward and into the gut of
the persuing giganto.

The head, meanwhile, is not quite slow or crippled enough to let an obvious
headshot hit him, as he sends his arms up to intercept the frost to little
effect.

Gforte will find his opponent aiming a counterslash at his arm.

Gforte drops his arm and kicks at the giganto's knees.

Nitro decides to try his luck, again. Leaping into the air, he makes another
mad dash at the chestbearer.

The priest takes the knee-hit and some skin is scraped off by Gforte's metal
foot. He cries in pain, but tough skin and protective magic prevents the overly
much damage from a simple unarmed attack.

Gforte dances to the side of the giganto and pummels him with claws and fist.

Nitro finds less opposition this time as everybody is quite busy with the mob.
The chest-bearer makes a desparate headbutt straight up.

Nitro thrusts himself backwards, bumping heads slightly with the giganto, and
pulling himself out of arms reach, where he begins hovering.

Sio grabs the sword and lets out a huge scream before charging the giganto that
the mob is currenlty mobbing.

Nitro lands and leaps, head first, at the giganto holding the chest, activating
all dash systems and building energy around his body, in hopes of unbalancing
it.

Gforte's opponent attempts a full bodyslam on him, willingly falling on his claw
and taking some cuts, and two reinforcements start to approach.

Meanwhile, priests are reforming around the mob, limitting their mobility and
preventing all from concentrating on one target.

Gforte lets go of his claws and reforms his buster before stepping to the side
and pumping a few shots into the giganto.

"Hey! Cover for me here!" the chestholder yells as it seems few priests can
spare a distraction from their current enemies, but a few do approach Nitro.
Taking a risk, he grasps the chest very firmly, and suddenly thrusts his chest
forward as a bludgeoning tool on Nitro's head.

The sheer force of the impact causes the chestbearer to stumble over backwards,
rolling over twice, while Nitro stammers and collapses to one knee on the ground
momentarily.

Cursing as Gforte manages to sidestep his slam despite his close range, the
priest stumbles from the momentum and is hit by all shots, crumpling to the
ground with heavy breathing just as the other two reach Gforte and flank him.

Gforte pumps even more shots into the head of the Gigantos and then looks up at
the incoming people.

The giganto is quite effectively blasted dead as the others call Gforte a
dishonorable pig for attacking a downed opponent.

The chestbearer stays down for now covering the chest with his body as the
remaining free gigantos do everything in their power to drive Nitro away.

Gforte dashes back and tackles one of the mob surrounders trying to shoot him in
the back of the head several times.

Nitro jets upward, trying to avoid the nearby gigantos.

One of the two now at Gforte's position trips him as he attempts to dash past
ignoring them, while the other slashes at him.

Gforte gacks while falling and winces at the slash and then shoots the slasher
in the crotch, kneecap, and stomach.

Using a brief, powerful dash thrust, Nitro jets himself at the chestbearer,
flipping himself, around so that his feet point towards him, and attempts to
smite the bearer on the head with a powerful kick.

The slasher dodges quick enough to avoid the worst of the barrage but is still
hit badly, while the tripper now readies a slash of his own. The head priest,
realizing the power of the buster, once again cast his spell as three more
missiles fire off at Gforte... two aimed at his buster-shoulder while the third
hopes for his face.

Gforte grabs the former slasher and jerks him into the path of the slash and
then casts Runic to absorb the missiles.

The giganto is drug halfway but not far or fast enough to intercept the blow.

Gforte cussses very violently as the sword bites into his chest, then brings up
his buster and gives the new slasher some pretty big face holes.

The chestbearer squirms and gets hit, unable to move.

Gforte says 'NITRO! RETREAT!'

Gforte says 'TELL BAHAMUT WE NEED MORE WEAPONS!'

Nitro says 'Right.'

Nitro jets over the battle back towards Truce.

The head priest would try to shoot Nitro down before he calls for reinforcement,
but is unable to have two magic missile spells in effect at a time.

The giganto shot in the face manages to duck with only a few singed hairs, but
is forced back a little from this. The one Gforte attempted to wrestle shifts
his weight, trying to flatten Gforte down. The mob is still surrounded.

Gforte SLAMS his sheild into the face of the giganto trying to crush him and
lets lose a VERY wild flurry of shots in the direction of the head man and the
slasher giganto.

The wresling giganto, hurt but not thrown off by the bash, attempts to grab and
restrain Gforte's buster. The magic missiles are a split second from impact.

Gforte screams in rage and headbutts the giganto, bites his hand and then ducks
behind him, making the giganto a living shield from the missiles.

The missiles, by this point, had already gone past the giganto and rounded the
corner at Gforte. Otherwise, the move successfully inflicts pain but he manages
to retain his precious armlock.

Gforte turns around and boots the giganto in his Wily, and simultaneously tries
to fend off the missiles with his Runicked shield.

The wrestler groans and almost lets the arm slip. However, the other one now
comes to his aid, attemping to slash at Gforte while he is held in place. The
missiles fizzle.

The head priest now tries to shoot at the rapidly distancing Nitro, but the pain
from his wounds makes him lose concentration on the spell. Nitro escapes.

Gforte says 'GOD DAMNIT!'

Gforte slams his sheild arm into the neck of the giganto (wind pipe shot!) and
tries to shoot the oncoming giganto.

With the current armlock, Gforte fails to hit the onrusher as the sword decends.

The mob now beings fighting dirty. Wily shots, wind pipe chops, dirt and spit
in the eyes.

The wrestler is almost dead, but holding in place an arm which already is given
little room to maneauver doesn't take much energy.

Gforte kicks the legs from the wresler and uses his shield to slap the sword
away.

The wrestler stumbles, but maintains a deathgrip with all his might. The other
one pauses to look for an opening.

Gforte drops his sheild and produces, OMG IT'S A SHORT SPEAR! Turning this
around and poking it into the giganto's eye seems to have an adverse affect on
its health, no?

Sio jumps up with his sword and tries to decapitate one of the circle gigantos
with sand in it's eyes.

Hmm. Yes, it does. The wrestler slumps over, arms still clinging to Gforte's
futilely. Better get out from under that corpse before it crushes you. The
remaining one slashes at Gforte before he can fully recover.

The mob is starting to thin out their surrounders. One or two could slip out of
their predicament, if done with care.

Gforte pushes off the arm holding his buster then using his spear as a lever
shoves the body offa him.

Gforte shoots the arm holding the sword and the sword itself with the buster,
hoping to stop them in motion.

The priest suffers bad burns on his fingers and fumbles the sword, dropping it.
He starts to look very afraid.

Gforte gets up grinning like a madman.

Gforte brings up his buster and begins charging it.

He trembles and throws his arms into the air. "I surrender! Spare me!"

Gforte grins evilly.

Gforte says 'Not a chance.'

Gforte fires at the body of the priest and follows up with several shots
afterwards.

He starts running. Fast. And looking for any kind of cover, including his
allies.

Unfortunately, there is none, and he receives a rather large crater in his body.

Gforte begins waltzing towards the circle, covered in blood, laughing, and
charging his buster again.

The head priest is briefly torn between cursing the surrenderer for treason or
cursing Gforte for killing someone who surrendered, when he realizes with a
shock everybody between him and Gforte was now dead.

Gforte stops walking for a second and looks at the head priest.

The mob (now taking courage from Gforte) doubles their efforts to beating the
shit outta the circle gigantos.

The priests at the mob were slowly dropping, but seem to have gotten used to the
dirty tricks used and formulated countermeasures.

Gforte waltzes towards the head giganto priest and mentally counts off the
seconds until he has a full charge. (5... 4... 3...)

The head priest draws himself to his full height, glaring at Gforte with
defiance. "By the sacred duty of the Holy Guardians of Textdebaha, you shall
not defile this holy relic!" Behind his back, he gestures some sort of signal
and then thrusts his hand forward, five final missiles flying out just as
Gforte's shot fires.

Gforte grins evilly.

Gforte pumps 5 more uncharged shots after the fully carged one and the pulls out
his spear again, rushing after the blasts.

Gforte stops charging for a second and drops to a knee, muttering "Runic" he
tries to shoot down the missiles with his buster, closest one first.

He doesn't manage to hit a small moving target that accurately, but the shots
annoy some of the gigantos further down.

Gforte's eyes widen at the inevitible impact and he tries to dive forward and
rush towards the head giganto to get away.

One missile slams into Gforte, leaving a nice hole. The other four, however,
seem to zoom right past him... and turn full circle. Meanwhile, the circle
surrounding the mob unexpectedly opens up into a half-circle open on Gforte's
side (still blocking access to the chestbearer), leaving space wide open for
four magic missiles targetted at one of the four humans each. Oops.

Frank, Bob, Joe, and Al all go down as they get hit and Sio takes the oprotunity
to run the fuck away, and towards Gforte.

Gforte looks at the smoldering corpse of the head priest and looks at Sio
incoming.

Gforte charges to the circle firing at gigantos while going for head/kneecap
shots.

Sio and the rest of the mob detach them selves from the battle and run behind
Gforte so as not to get caught in the crossfire.

The priests run in pursuit of the reploid grunts in a line formation, attempting
to mop them up with their newfound advantage. Well... some of them do, at
least.

As half of the priests advance at the enemy in a line, the other half form a
parallel line, and after ensuring the fallen humans would not get back up...
start to run, chestbearer in lead, with the first line covering their escape.

Gforte sends sio and the reploids to take the first line and starts shooting the
second line in the knees to stop their movements.

It's hard to aim through the covering line, but after a few shots one goes down.
Grasping his knee in pain, he tells the chestbearer and his remaining couple of
guards to go ahead without him. They seem about to round a corner...

Gforte grins and slams through an alleyway to cut them off, stopping for a
second at a brick wall and then blasting though it.

Blasting a brick wall is not a trivial or subtle task, and when the dust
settles, Gforte will see the chestbearer and one guard a few meters down the
street and running. The other giganto had hidden next to the blast hole ready
to jump Gforte.

Gforte sets up the sights on his buster and starts gunning for the chest
bearer's knees.

After popping of a few shots he runs like a bat outta hell to the gigantos
shooting some more on the way.

The mob charge the gigantos and jump on the left hand one, everyone ganging up
on him.

The chestbearer takes a grazing hit and stumbles, but recovers himself quickly
and continues running, looking for more twisting passages.

As soon as Gforte steps through his self-made hole, the one priest jumps on him
with his sword.

Gforte meeps and holds his spear out to catch the leaping gigantos, Aiming his
buster and shooting some more at the Chestbearer

The mob is trading blows, not winning but also not in immediate danger of taking
more casualities. However, they had obviously been delayed enough to not be
able to assist the chase.

The ambusher swats Gforte's spear aside with a sword blow, powerful enough to
sunder it with some luck. The chestbearer is hit and falls down, but throws the
chest to his last ally as he does. Said priest rounds a corner, out of sight.

Gforte gets PISSED at this chest trading and shoots the new gigantos in the
FACE, knees and chest before stabbing him with the spear and running on to find
the chest bearer.

The giganto is defeated, but not before landing a cut or two on Gforte. And he
feels like he wasted a little too much time fighting this one...

Gforte catches a few glimpses of the new chestbearer as he twists through the
alleyways, but can't get a clear shot.

Gforte says 'GOD DAMN YOU LITTLE SHIT!'

Gforte runs his ass off trying to find the chestbearer and shoot him.

Gforte cusses VERY loudly and starts to climb the ladder of a nearby building,
using the high point to try and locate the chestbearer.

Indeed, along the chase, he passed a building with a ladder, and seized the
opportunity... probably being quite rude to the guy that was painting his roof.

The priest continues running. He's too far and fast to aim a shot at well, but
he doesn't seem to have realized Gforte is on a roof. After a minute, he looks
around himself and verifies he shook off the followers, then unlocks the door of
a small and unremarkable-looking house, ducks in, and locks it again, leaving
little evidence of his presence.

The painter yells some curses at Gforte.

Gforte notes the house in his memory banks and dashes back to the mob, hoping to
catch some of the action.

Due to a few lucky blows, the mob is starting to lose ground. Two of the
reploids have light wounds and the priests are bearing down on their enemies
with blow after blow.

Gforte grins and shoots the right hand giganto before jumping off the roof and
calling the other 2 shit heads.

The gigantos, although having forced their opponents on the defensive, were not
prepared for an attack from behind. The one taking the shot cries in pain but
isn't quite down yet... but being attacked from both sides, he realizes he soon
will be.

Gforte charges for the one he shot and hauls his spear out in front of him,
waiting until the speed puts the spear into the enemy.

He's stabbed, not quite through the spine, but in enough pain to be out of the
fight. Also, your spear is stuck.

Gforte lets go of the spear and makes a mental note to get all his weapons from
the dead bodies before going, and then shoots one of the other gigantos in the
shoulder.

The mob (rallying with Gforte's dispatch of a giganto) start slashing and
punching the other gigantos very violently, and Razor Owl grabs the sword from
the fallen giganto.

After a few seconds, one of the others speaks up: "Any chance you'd be willing
to discuss terms of surrender? We'd rather live." For now, though, they keep
focussed on the struggle and he manages to duck under the shot.

Gforte motions for the mob to stop.

Gforte says 'First, Drop the swords.'

Gforte keeps his buster ready in case of disagreement.

The gigantos stand down as well but remain wary. They hesitate for a moment,
then drop their swords as ordered.

Gforte says 'Right then, secondly, you to follow me to a small hut, where your
freind is. There you will tell him that the jig is up, turn over the chest and
you will all live.'

The mob gather the weapons of the gigantos and start measuring blade sizes.

"A... hut? I thought they'd've taken refuge in one of our temples..." He's
either genuinely confused, or good at acting. "But sure, that doesn't sound
like an unreasonable demand." He looks over to the other, who nods in
agreement. The third one moans in pain and asks if someone could please remove
that spear.

Gforte sighs and goes to the giganto and pulls out the spear.

Gforte says 'Oi! Razor Owl! Go get my claws from under that dead giganto, eh?'

Razor Owl looks at the bloody spear and starts flipping over bodiess looking for
Gforte's claws.

Gforte says 'Come on, lets go.'

Gforte leads the gigantos and the mob to the small hut.

He yelps in pain and pushes a hand on the bleeding wound. They start to follow.

Gforte leads the new and improved mob to the house.

Gforte runs face first into the door and blows the door knob off.

Gforte sends the gigantos in to do the negotiating, following inside and sending
Sio to guard the back.

The rest of the mob guards the front and waits for Razor Owl to get back.

The prisoners go inside, and some rummaging sounds are heard as they look
around.

A while later, four gigantos come out, one with a chest and looking very glum.
He was arguing with one of his allies about you-guess-what. "I'm sorry. I
don't know how they found this place but we didn't tell them."

Gforte dances with glee and holds up the V for Victory sign. "WOOT!"

Gforte says 'Right then, fork over the chest, eh?'

The chestbearer hands over the chest and then tries to get away. The other
three do not budge in respons to either help or stop him.

Gforte snaps his fingers and Black Mongoose grabs him.

Gforte says 'Hrm, let's be seein' wut is in this here chest, eh?'

Gforte opens the chest and takes out a brick.

Gforte says 'Humm.'

Gforte says 'Chya. That's NOT what I'm looking for.'

Gforte walks over to the runner giganto.

Gforte says 'Gimmie.'

"I didn't know about this! I swear!" All three captured priests share a
similar sentiment in a badly-aligned stereo. The chestbearer whines, "So much
for that plan..."

Gforte says 'Yeah, gimmie.'

Razor Owl runs up and gives Gforte his claws.

The chestbearer reaches for an item under his robes... and proceeds to stab
Gforte with a dagger.

"Hey! Stop it before they decide to kill us as well!"

Gforte blinks at the dagger in his chest

Gforte says 'Oi. That hurt.'

Gforte smacks the giganto upside the head and puts his buster to the priest's
head.

Gforte says 'Ima ask 1 more time.'

Gforte says 'Gimmie.'

The one still fighting quickly follows up his blows, trying to hit some vital
stuff. Then he gets shot dead at point blank range.

Gforte glances around.

Gforte pokes around in the dead body's robes and looks up at the other gigantos.

Gforte says 'Where is it?'

Gforte motions for the mob to surround the gigantos all threatening like and
goes into the house.

"I don't KNOW!" He looks over at the corpse. "Idiot..."

They make no move to escape their condition. The one with the spear wound
running through him moans some more. "When can I go get this thing treated?"

Gforte banging noises are heard along with a smashing noise. He returns a few
seconds later holding 3 plates in his hands.

Gforte says 'Ookay, got it down to these 3.'

Razor Owl looks at the wound and shrugs.

The priests' eyes glaze over as they behold the splendor of their great relic,
but still don't move.

Gforte glances at the 3 with thier strange eyes and shrugs.

Gforte says 'Right then, taking all 3.'

Gforte tells the mob to follow him and they begin to walk outta town, 3 plates
in Gforte's backpack.

"God... forgive us..."