"A normal day, That was what it was supposed to be! Some simple contracts, Maybe save some ambushed Sentinels BUT NO. The Dominion just had to mess with something! and Now I find myself in the middle of FUCKING nowhere?" Were the thoughts of the Freelancer after his vision went white, from the relic going volatile. Finding himself thankful that he seemed to have been teleported instead of deatomized.
"Where in the name of a Titan's Ass, am I?" Pondered the Freelancer, before sighing. "Guess I'll have to fly to the Storm 'ceiling' and look around.. Yeah that's a good plan" They soon glanced upwards towards the sky, noticing something quite off.. and announcing it quite loudly "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE MOON?!" The Lancer screamed, staring up towards the sky in shock. " moon.. what the utter Ursix shit..? No.. No, probably just imagining it being shattered, Get a look around and figure out what to do. FOCUS"
The Freelancer let out a drawn out sigh in an attempt to relax. before boosting into the air, and flying upwards to find the supposed 'Storm ceiling', Only pausing after what felt like 30 minutes of straight flying to glance around. Quickly noticing that instead of the normal distance from tbe ground, They were instead miles above the ground!
"Alright... obviously. Something is up. and quite wrong." Taking a moment to glance around, small lights could be seen not to far away. "Ah! Good that's probably a Camp or something. Go there. check it out. Get bearings and Figure out what next. Sounds better then the last plan." The Lancer let out a brief chuckle. "Haluk was right, I always do get myself into some form of trouble. Better get back quick so I don't get a lecture or something!" And with the thought of avoiding such a thing. The Javelin soon began to fly towards the source of hum of the thrusters becoming a source of comfort as time lulled on,
What felt like hours, passed quickly as the Freelancer came ever closer to the lights. feeling a sense of relief and slight confusion at the sight of a Small town. Though the relief was soon crushed by the sound of a roar and gunfire. "SHIT! What was that an Ursix?" The Lancer quickly boosted towards the source. quickly coming upon a Guard in oddly rustic armor. being attacked by a group of... Black Wolven? "What...? Don't question it. He's being attacked. so fight weird Wolven first. question later!' They quickly thought before doing the most 'practical thing',
Landing right on top of it's head with a loud THUD followed by the crunches and snaps of bone. Though the Lancer did not stay still for long, as the Defender, Assault Rifle they carried was quickly brought to bare on the other odd Wolven. The muzzle flashes of the rifle lighting up the night as the rounds tore into the creatures. The sudden burst of gunfire. drawing the other 'Wolven's attention to the Lancer as two of the group of Eight fell. "Three down, Hey Pal!" The Lancer yelled to the man nearvy "Get your ass inside! I got these things handled"
The command was followed by another burst from the rifle, felling another of the beasts. the Guard nodding and running to the gate, though stopping to watch as his Savior fought. witnessing the Lancer boost away from one of the dark creatures. Just to raising his fist and... fire something at it? The beast's head exploding in a flash of sparks before the figure turned their attention to the last three. "Alright. I don't know what sort of fucked up hybrid of a Brute and Wolven spat you fuckers out. But That just gives me more reason to fuck you up.. so make my life easy and die quietly!" Two pods deployed from the Javelin's back. popping up over his shoulders. "BYE BYE, URSIX SHITS!"
Loud whistles soon echoed through the surrounding woods, as Micro missles flew from the pods... the poor monsters having no chance of escape as the missles tracked. quckly impacting and exploding into firey glory! Lighting up the night and the cackling Lancer in it's orange glow. "Ha! Take that!" The Lancer continued to cakle before stopping. letting out a claming breath and turning towards the Guard "Didn't I tell... You know what? I don't care. Anyway, Problem's dealt with. bunch of dead monsters. You're welcome" The man stared at the imposing figure of the Javelin in a mix of shock and awe. then being knocked out of his daze by the Lancer's next comment. "So, uh. What can a Freelancer do to get some food around here? Maybe some metal?"
After the question was uttered. The man shook his head a few times before giving a small smile. "Ah. You must be a Freelance Huntsmen.. I'm glad. I.. I can take you to the Inn if you'd like?" The Lancer quickly nodded. walking forward to look down at the over him in height due to the Javelin "That would be very appreciated" The Lancer sighed softly while following the man inside. "This is gonna be a loooong day" Being the only thought coming to mind.