As Captain announced in a lively letter of his emergence attended to boisterous former descendants or relations of his old Crew. Within that crowd in his speech, as often in his world gave abundance of the untrustworthy.
Enemies endlessly lurked awaiting. For every person connected and he drew with unity, another deathly foe surfaced onto a hydra. His existence was branded with a black spot alongside his original former and eldest people despite being cabin boy or otherwise, it's association and the same sail. Left targeted to a death mark.
Although Captain readdressed inked over it with his south-seas tattoo cunningly, it didn't prevent outright save him in any peace. Android eye's hiding in a facade of a replaced, otherwise ordinary, humanoid observed and studied, exhibiting the behaviors of who once was herald dead.
Through those programmed lenses far away in a compound a signal was being sent to a brain coexisting in chemically compounding aetheric-tank, sustaining life, but miserably, strictly only hatred of loathing and murdering that Goldbrand insignia from history.
Revenge was a confession of pain. Bubble's vapor and fumed as the think-tank irritation translated messages back to its creations, mercilessly cybernetic killing machines. Set to right a wrong, that pirate living.
The dastardly one, didn't know intently or better, with awareness he was targeted out as the tavern's brawl came to many of the patron's, knocked out, or left. He stuck around strictly for an appearance of Shipwright's arrival. Who outside Captain was also a fellow member that dated back, from that era, who was a blemish and taint, possibly, even more-so.
"O' matey, ye look parched need a pint?" He asked clueless only to notice a lost soul not getting their fill-in.
The stare of the cyborg looked artificially correct, but gave unusual expressions, almost a peculiar stare.
internal vocal commands started.
Scanning initialized.
Archives unpacking, acquiring data from base.
Heritage : Seeker of the Sun
Age : Approximately twenty-nine summers.
---- Error : Status - Dead ---Reworking Conflict: Rebooting diagnosis from administrator.
Bypassed: CheckedIdentity confirmed: Kuro Solaire, secured.
Scoundrel felt eeriness, uneasiness and tension. His heightened instinct's were in-question, this particular individual, was augmented.
Intuition, kicked in as Captain leapt back with a knack, barely unscathed as the individual almost delivered a single throat slit from a hidden blade in the confines of his armament. It snapped Captain's collar off still.
The pub's owner didn't play devil advocate. Towards whatever type of fight was about to break out but barely put together himself, from being drunk, "Take it outside! Ye rancid bastards." Wasn't often Captain wouldn't fuss a complaint but he was in furthermore agreement, plus didn't have the option, as he was on the defense.
Back-flipping back then having to grab the elbow of the arm, of his deadliest assailant. Its mouth opens up, revealing a barrel, pointed-blank. He tucked his head far back before rolling barely missing from being met with a flamethrower.
Leading outside gave the Seeker a lot less fighting options, as his methods were often in using surround-style based combat. But he wouldn't jeopardize his kindred people into this mess.
"Here we go again." He exhaled a gassed sigh. Tossing his Tricorne hat from harm, the cyborg barraged past doors with a super charge. Leg boosters gave it a thermal boost, as it caught Captain by the throat and dragged him into the rugged pavement as heel's fought back to resist.
With powerhouse strength and tail's assistant balance fought the turbulence velocity and roared in defiance. That hidden blade came back for a rematch, as the Seeker caught and shoved his connected other freed palm, hooked the two together. The bulky fighter sent them with a belly to belly cratering into a poorly constructed building as this settlement was barely functional in poverty.
Clashing through to the rooftop as he rubble as his back hit hard table wood splintered against debris covering but they were distance, but that endurance of a machine was infinitely managed. Barely with any recovery as that blade came back already soaked in crimson root, the table's wooden stands used to blockade one striking plunge as the Seeker rolled back a full flip, with agility.
Swiftness exchanging and dive boxing punches but they were being out calculated by the operational program as a staggering lethal punch hit the rib-cage of the Captain followed by a chest kick, the enhanced augments forced body drool and disbelief out of him, having to rebound his bearings.
To stay afoot, capturing another punch as the entire arm of the captured prey started rotating and spinning with gyrations. He swatted and elbowed hard into his assailant delivering a fury of combination strikes, of oddities, even using his strong tail, to allow him to free-fall, and have his tail spring him back into a balanced elbow uppercut.
Barely giving each-other room to maneuver in, he spat with a dirty flare into the machine's eye, which actually still messed with the obscured vision. Unhanding his bag of tricks he pocketed a handful of sand he had handy always and scattered it over. Though blocks preemptively, gave Captain a room to wedge a few more step's away.
A secondary blood oozing
injury reached with a deft utility satchel to handful of spikes. He threw himself in closer quarters, to try provoking the machine to open its mouth again, as it was a two-way street of predictability and calculating. When drawn in he'd lob and hurl his spike in and then force a fist to punch up into the bottom jaw for the machine to deal with the constrict overflow and contraptions interfering into it's barrel.
This cost a sacrifice stab again into the hip. If wound's had to be taken, it was always better to lead them into a place that may afford a survivalist, was Captain's bread-tactic. In fearless skull fighting.
He narrowly withdrew, the machine's maw blew a chunk of it's own-self then a thermal cooling dissolved the flame's from erupting it entirely. This battle wasn't sweated out enough. Wounds covered held him room to fend off from blood loss but not much.
His body motion's now all mattered in conserving. The assailant charged again viciously, this time, Captain used that built up momentum to await right before it connected with him to arm-toss and use that judo style to fling his deathly opponent overhead. Into a bundle of barrel's containing fishes that still some were kicking.
"Sleep with th' fishes'" The machine was immune to taunt. And his witty-one liner the machine was about to recuperate before the weaponized arm was squished under the foot of the Seeker who unleashed a bloody stomping and fury spree. Mushing self-blood into the half face, into the skin of the machine was being removed.
Animistic was only rampaging in the heated sensation awoke the Captain's primal wrath as he let out guttural fuss. To rip a fending arm for itself cleanly off the socket. Then even as the machine persisted to try fencing back it was constantly met with aggressive onslaught.
Smashing the head and its visible arm's off, with its head disconnected, the Seeker heaved into his mind went blurry and hazy into double-vision, removing himself from the scene about to exit the building to hear the machine rattling again. He wasn't in any condition to turn or strike anymore, recognizing limits.
The core stabilized the machine even headless, with now a desire to self-implode if it could capture the close-distance.
A shot across the world could be heard over head through the hole in the ceiling they made, earlier. As his Crewmate managed to get a clean-silver shot in that only made the machine discombobulate in pure-counter. "Again, Captain? Having fun without me." A Garlean accented conscripted Raen mouthed with a fuss, The Seeker barely winced before collapsing into a self-staining pool of injuries.
