Role Play

"Of course I have an excellent reason for stalking you, and you'd want to know what I found out anyway."
Zenith looked very superior. "I want revenge."

Epic music begins playing, when suddenly, No no! Stop that stop that!

*BUMMMM*
Arthes ignored the dramatic music
*BUMMMM*
"revenge? What I ev-"
*BUMMMM*
"STOP THAT MUSIC!"
"ok" said a little voice
"now than, revenge? What I ever to you?"

Zenith looked amused. "Why would I want vengeance against you? No, I want vengeance against the people who did this to me." it indicates its whole body. "Furthermore, I have a mystery on my hands. A rather large, primitive green tank attacked me earlier. It nearly severed one of my wings." Zenith knelt down and drew a crude picture of the tank on the dirt. "That's what it looked like, but you would have thought Chaos or Tranquillity forces could at least afford a modern nuclear hovertank. So, it's very mysterious."

"Maybe theres been count backs" Arthes answered humorously,
"maybe someone used a time machine and brought it back. Or maybe," Arthes said in a serious voice "or maybe there is a militia planning on fighting against both sides, or even tranquility or chaos are making war machines so titanic and heavy not even nuclear hover tech couldn't lift it. It's all Greek to me."

Zenith looked at Arthes like he was an idiot. "Well, you'd think if it was too titanic and heavy for hover fields then it would at least fire lasers or so on. This tank fired shells. Shells propelled by gunpowder. Which to my mind suggests someone more...primitive. If there is a militia, then this'd be the sort of tech they could afford."

"Hey I don't decide what tranquillity or chaos use, also even if it was a militia, armor like that couldn't even stand up to a tranquility operative, let alone a hover tank" Arthes replied "it's probably just a silly rebellion or something like-"
All of a sounded there was a sound, sounded like a column of metal wheels being pushes along the ground
Arthes turned around to see what it was. There was a flash of green followed by a explosion sending Arthes through the air and knocking him unconscious on a nearby rock

Awesome!!! Qui yelled, my ride is here!!! Quiwundi grabbed the disk and hopped into the tank, it spun around and dissapered.

Zenith looked baffled. It thought for a bit, then turned to the unconscious Arthes. It lifted him, and propped him up, before trying to figure out how to get his helmet off to see the damage. It figured this out, and upon removing the helmet saw Arthes' head was bleeding, and his hair was matted with blood. Seeing this, Zenith unceremoniously picked its maybe-ally up and sped along Numa Prime's surface, heading for the UC base's hospital. As it flew, it considered the armoured figure who had appeared out of nowhere and stolen the even more mysterious tank. It mentally classed him as "POSSIBLE THREAT" and then ascended slightly higher so it could look for tanks.

Arthes slowly began waking up, and than a sudden realization that he was flying above the ground fully awoke him.
"where's the holo-disk?" he asked zenith

Zenith looked worried, and shushed Arthes. It carefully held him in one hand, and pointed at his belt. "I wouldn't steal it. I'm taking you back to my ship, Hope Springs Eternal. It's got a decent medical support centre. We can figure out where we're going while you get better." Zenith paused, hovering in mid-air. "Unless you'd rather not form an alliance."

"Well talk about that later! Now drop me!" Arthes replied
"if a tranquility medic sees me, they'll be wondering what I am and I'll end up like you! Ehh, no offense. Still just drop me , my armor is strong enough to withstand the fall, if we hurry we can find the tank treads, And m-- I mean our holo-disk "buddy"

Zenith glared at Arthes. "In case you were unaware, your head is leaking blood like a punctured dam." It put one hand over his injury, then lifted it. It came away slick with blood. "You need medical help, and fast, and also I don't fancy hanging around on Numa any longer than I need to. You have the holodisk. Are you delirious?" Zenith plucked it out of Arthes' belt and waved it in front of his face. It replaced the disk. "And yeah, I could drop you...but even if your armour withstands the fall, you're leaking blood. You'll make it ten times worse. And a Tranquillity medic wouldn't look up. They're busy on the ground." Zenith sighed. "Just tell me. What do you have against me?"

"I--You--" Arthes studded
"friends are a causality. Last time a became friends with someone they were killed, I was sent into a depression which I eventually broke out of but I don't want re-experience that. I really appreciate what your doing but, ugh fine I'll stick with you but remember this, WE ARE ALLIES NOT FRIENDS, period." Arthes stared determined. "if you can bring me back to your ship I can crack this disk, and you can too get your revenge, Deal?"

"Acceptable terms. I too have experienced what you did." Zenith gestured at it's body with its free hand. "It resulted in this. Now, we have spent too long speaking. My revenge is paramount. I also wish to crack that disk-" it paused, and sighed. "We need to get you healed too. That wound looks bad." Done speaking, Zenith went back to holding Arthes in both arms and leant forward. It spoke into its wrist. "Descend to 1 mile, Ship." It set off flying quite fast.

When the pair reached the ship Arthes injected his leg with a stimpack
"I'll go to the infirmary, you go shrank this disk" Arthes took his helmet back and began limping towards the infirmary. Once there Arthes began parching himself up. "I'm a operative, not a engineer." Arthes thought to himself. He sprayed the wound with a anti bacterial spray and began bandaging the gash when he remembered, his helmet as a built in camera. He could see what attacked him. The recording showed a man taking the holo-disk off of Arthes and putting back a new one, which was followed by the man climbing back into
The tank. Arthes was puzzled than he relied, the disk a trap

OC note: PAHAHAHAHA, I'm a doctor not an engineer!

Zenith swung itself into a chair, and activated the ship's sensors. Targeting its wounded guest, it saw him review the helmet footage. It saw the disk swap, and asked the ship to Displace the disk into a secure storage area. A silver ovoid materialised around the disk, and then *pop* it was gone. As Zenith would have expected, Arthes leapt to his feet and began looking around.