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As the beast falls, Billy sighs. This was what he had been looking for. The guilt that weighed on him from his wasted years of crime and robbery...he had faced down ultimate evil and brought it down. Now...where did he go from here? The world was changing, the wild frontiers he loved were shrinking. For now though, there were people to help. That would have to do.
Billy fires off three more shots at the eldritch horror, but on the last one his gun jams. He curses loudly before smacking the gun to clear the chamber.
Billy closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. There was power in him, deep down, power that he hadn’t even begun to explore. As he breathes out, his eyes blaze with light and as he shoots, the barrel of his pistol flashes with holy power.
Billy draws his pistol and points at Cthulhu as he yells, ”We’re sendin’ you back to where you came you ugly son of a b!@&$!” With that, he fires off three shots (of dubious accuracy).
Billy looks up at the colossal beast, taking his hat off and putting it to his chest, ”Well, that’ll take the cake for bein’ the biggest thing I’ve killed.” He flips the cowboy hat back onto his head and puts a hand on his pistol. He looks at his companions and says, ”So boys, you ready?”
Billy, too, dodges the worst of the artillery fire.
Probably Chief Mate. I've got an idea for my secondary character too, looking at a spathinae biohacker/soldier multiclass who's all about ranged combat and living weapons, going for gunner as their ship role. I'll definitely reflavor the spathinae to be a differentiated from their Starfinder version, something like masters of biotech who are absolutely baffled by mechanical devices.
"Well that sure ain't good." He nods in Tarasik's direction, "I'm with the big guy. All I need to know is where to shoot it. Come to think of it...I reckon I've got some power left over from my ma. Don't rightly know what she was, but it was somethin' not quite of this world, somethin' holy. I think it'll serve me well if we're fightin' some sort of ultimate evil."
I'm game for anything you'll run, Rando! I've had this idea for an android nanocyte that's some sort of experimental weapon. There any more info on the role of androids in society? I was also thinking they could be some sort of android liberationist who wants androids to have a homeworld of their own.
Billy pats Marion on the flank, grateful to see his trusty steed. "So, what do y'all reckon this beast'll look like. How do we know the bastard shows up?"
Alright, Billy is updated!
Billy points at the shaman, "Now listen here, bastard! I can't say I know what you've got planned but I sure as hell ain't findin' out the hard way."
With that he fires off three shots at the evil mage.
Billy unfurls his wings and takes off, flying across the auditorium as he fires off a shot at the shaman.
Billy steps out of the shadows, pistol levelled at the thugs. His voice is low and smooth and deadly, the six-gun in his hand promising a swift death, ”Now I’m certain of one thing in this situation. The three of us are leavin’ here alive. Now you got just a few choices. You can drop the guns and leave here alive too. Or, well, I can put my six-gun to work and my buddies here can tear you apart in ways you can’t even imagine. The choice is yours, but I know what mine would be.”
Billy's not the most stealthy. He can be when he needs to be, but he rarely wants to be. Nevertheless, the makes his way towards the ruckus as quietly as he can, hoping to get into pistol range.
Billy sighs. Killing like this never sat right with him. These men were opposed to them, sure, but they were just following orders at the end of the day.
Howdy folks, starting tomorrow I'll be in a little beach town in Oaxaca for some serious chillin' out time, returning on the 9th of January. I may be able to squeeze a post in here and there, but signal/wifi is likely to be spotty at best. Please bot me as necessary.
Billy nods, ”Always do.”
Billy had made sure to fold his wings back in the moment the extraplanar beings had disappeared, so riding into the village he looks no more out of place than a normal cowboy. Granted, this far east cowboys were always out of place, but still, more normal than a cowboy with wings would ever be.
”What in tarnation?”
Billy turns his attention to the furthest foe and fires off another supernaturally fast round of shots at the strange man-things.
Billy drops slightly and aided by Walter's blessing, fires off two supernaturally quick shots before his gun jams and he's forced to clear it.
These bastards had hurt his horse! Mercy wasn't for these sons-of-b!%&$. He yells out, "Now you're gettin' it! You and me, squarin' down, right now. Marion, git!" With that, eagle's wings unfold from his shoulder blades and with a single powerful wingbeat he alights off his horse as it begins to run off, taking him up unto the sky out of the reach of the foes. Billy levels his pistol at the nearest foe and says, "Judgement's comin' for ya." He fires.
Billy mutters, ”Can’t folks just talk things out, dammit?” He draws his pistol and fires off a shot at the closest stranger, shooting to wound rather than to kill.
Billy makes sure to get his horse Marion off the train, and rather than riding in the carriage, rides alongside it, keeping an eye out for any potential threats.
As the figures approach he reins in his horse, subtly slipping a hand to the handle of his pistol as he calls out, "Well good day! We ain't lookin' for any kinda trouble, just passin' through on our way to Darthapast."
"Let's jump on quiet-like. I've hopped more than my fair share of trains."
”Seems like more than we can really handle. A subtle approach may be the best one.”
"Collateral damage ain't in my nature." It was easy with a pistol. Point it at the right person, pull the trigger, and your job's done. Nobody except for you and the poor bastard you're aiming at needs to get involved.
”Well, my villainous days’re behind me, but I can put the black hat back on if’n I need it.”
"Well, uh, that ain't good. Glad it's headin' away from us but I'd say we'd do well to be extra careful if we can. If that thing decides we're dinner, we may well have to choose between keepin' our cover and savin' the ship."
There was something looming, to be sure. Assassinations of leaders always lead to something. Billy'd heard of enough stories of the bloody coups in Chicoa to be sure of that. With not much else, Billy spends a day in the casino/bar and once he'd gotten his fill of drinking and gambling, he spends the next day sitting with Walter, shooting the breeze and looking out at the ocean. It was a strange thing to him, the ocean. At once so similar yet so incredibly different from the deserts of his childhood.
"I got some scratch I can pony up, sure. If it means we can get out of here sooner, I say we do it."
Billy grumbles a bit. The Esperan had been tyrants over his ancestors in Chicoa. His mother had told him horror stories about their crimes, and he bore no love for their former colonial masters. "Boys, I ain't lookin' forward to headin' to Esperan. My forefathers from Chicoa had all manner of atrocities dealt to 'em by the Esperan. I know I can get a temper sometimes, so I'm countin' on you all to help me keep it in check. Let's get that train so we can get out as soon as possible."
While stealth wasn't his greatest strength, Billy's nimble enough to keep himself from seeming like too much of a klutz.
"Anyone know who these Paladins are?" "Damned fools, if they're aimin' to pick a fight with us. Let's deprive 'em the satisfaction, much as I'd like to show the bastards how hot lead matches up to swords and hatred."
Billy, too, tips his hat, ”Thank you kindly.” With that, Billy follows along with the party.
"Ain't that the truth. Let's enjoy our meal and then get on the road."
"Don't see why not. We goin' for manners or congeniality? If it's the latter I'll go for it."
Billy pulls a few coins out of his pocket and places them on the table, ”Votke, four glasses, and keep it comin’ Milo.”
Billy grins at Tarasik’s suggestion. The big man was a steadfast friend, and the suggestion of Russkin food seemed to delight him like nothing else. He’d put up with Syrniki for his friend’s sake…whatever it was. Knocked slightly off balance by Tarasik’s mighty hands, Billy regains what little composure he’s got before saying, ”Sounds just fine by me, big fella. Say, you Russkins got some strong drink, dontcha? If we can get some of that in the cards, I can keep goin’ as long as I’m needed to.”
"Well, it'll be a long stretch of waitin' and we'd do best to lay real low in Kenoisha City but I don't see a better way to go."
"Train, I reckon. I can put some miles on these wings if need be but I don't imagine I'll be able to carry more than one 'a ya."
Billy’s occupies his time with drinking, gambling, and some crime-fighting here and there. The dealings with criminals didn’t sit well with him, too close to his old life, and so he spent his nights taking some direct action to assuage his conscience. ——— He sat, cleaning his gun with his boots kicked up on the table. Walter’s digs were nicer than the glorified closet in the flophouse that Billy had chosen to stay in, so he found himself spending a fair amount of time there. ”So, I’m guessin’ your magic came through. Anything else on this fella? I can work with a name, but I’d take more if you’ve got it.”
Alright, Billy is updated.
I’ve got Billy’s next level built, just need to port it to the site. Should be done today or tomorrow.
”A damn good idea as always Walt. If those bastards from the army want to take us in, I say we give ‘em as much hell as we can before going out in a blaze o’ glory. Least, that’s my plan. If we can put it off or avoid it entirely, no objections there.”
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