"No ID? Nothing to proove your authority for us?"
Mezel opens his suit and reaches out to give the man a patdown for weapons and papers.
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"And our duty is to protect Miss Glazebrook, Is Mr Eben dangerous? It is my understanding that his name is one of prestige, What reason would you have to tail him?" Mezel eyes the man with a hint of skepticism, not fully convinced but willing to listen.
Mezel maintains his guard doing his best to not alert their tail that they are on to him. Even trying some of the fancy new treat. "Iced... Cream... it's not just frozen cream though." Mezel puzzles over how Ice Cream is made as he finishes his small child sized scoop. "The Train would be easier to secure... but a lady of Miss Glazebrook's status could hardly be exspected to coop up in a traincar... the Inn it is. as for our friend, a room to ourselves aught to do well enough."
"Androids are an impressive lot, I greatly admire those folks."
"Hmmm, We should detain them and search them, A Security check" He mutters to his companions
Is oblivious to anything out of sorts, blithely nods to Eben while not really listening, Is trying to play the bodyguard and pick out any wierdos. He's not a good bodyguard.
Follows Maureen at a respectable pace, leaving her to her own fancies, which in truth are kind of boring to him, he would love to tour the local Cafés, but he's got his duty; another time. The task gives his mind time to wander, for example that foreigner Maureen seems smiten by, what's the girl see in some foreigner? Shouldn't she be happy with a proper Draikar man? He bristles somewhat with national pride at his own thoughts. Watches the folks take their turns at the shooting game, he won't take part. He would likely just embarass himself, In or out of his suit he has never been a great shot. Instead he lets his eyes roam the crowd as Maureen does what she does, keeping an eye open for suspicious individuals.
Nods, As a mechanic and engineer himself he respects the need for repairs, and does not argue the point. "Very good, I'm going to do some work on my suit, It's got a few dings. If there is any need for an extra hand on the train repairs feel free to call on me, otherwise I will be in the rear car" Mezel returns to his previous station as guard, Taking a few hours to work on some repairs on his suit. It takes nearly 3 hours of hooking pipes, Reaffiting metal bracings and testing steam flow before it's completed, leaving him with a small pile of scrap metal that his discards off the side of the train.
Grips his greathammer and squeezes a trigger, Steam building up in the pressure tank attached along the haft, After a brief moment there is the hiss of steam and a sudden exposion of vapor as the pressure is released from his hammer sending it swinging up in a mighty arch. Putting all his power into the attack
The piston that fuctions as the head of his hammer juts out with a burst of steam the moment the head collided with it's target.
"Ugh, Sick foul monstwr! Got Ya! Then I'm going for that big bat!" Mezel charges forword, Removing a large hammer strappwd across his back, he throws open the door and tries to bring the hammer down onto the wicked creature.
"The rest of the train doesn't have a squad of protectors in every cabin, If the train comes to a halt you'll be in more danger, I will help sweep the train and clear out any remaining virmin, Miss Glazebrook, You will remain in the VIP cabin with Sir William, Lets go." Mezel isn't heartless to the girl's fear but he's a military gnome, He's not going to let the assignent put herself in danger, So he states what he is going to do in as authoritative as he can, If Maureen accepts then good, If she continues with the Hysterics then she can try and physically hold him back, though she is liable to hurt herself before she can stop him in his suit; He reckons.
Well, he has always had trouble getting the macho military man style down, usually the artificial muscle carries the day, This time though it seems to have failed him. "Sylas, Teemo, you with me?" He asks as he marches towards the door. "Secure the Cabin door once we leave, We'll signal you when it's all clear Miss Glazebrook"
"Get that gods Damned Window Closed!" Shouts the suited gnome as he suddenly jumps, releasing a gout of steam from his ankle nozzels and makes a B-Line for the window. Hovering right over the seats leaving a trail of steam.
He lands saftly right beside the window, and grasp it ready to slam it closed. In the meantime he uses his suit to body block the evil bat, to try and prevent it from getting into the Cabin.
Gets out if his suit to begin altering it, hunched over the bronze steam pipes with a ratchet and a spanner. Speaking as he works. "It's best to stay around the young Miss, plenty of beasts fly no reason to assume these beasts are after us, and unless they present a clear immediate threat I think it is unwise for us to leave our young ward for any reason."
"Could I though....I could perhaps redirect the main from the joint pistons, Put a focus compressor nozzle at the ankle joints..." Mezek begins to mutter to himself about somthing mechanical, then looks up at his companions. "Do they look like they are heading this way? How long do we have?"
Looks at the distant figures and sighs. "Can't whip up anything to help on such short notice, I'll keep an eye on Whatever they are"
"Keep an eye open Temero, Don't let any of the riffraff past." Mezel stands opposite of the doorto Temero, eyeing anyone tries to pass through the cars. He looks specifically for anyone who does not look like they have business rubbing shoulders with the uppercrust, Tipping his stylish bowler hat at any gentlemen and ladies who pass his wordless inspection.
Mezel has since yesterday suited up in his suit, a complex metal suit of bronze with pressure pipes running along the outside frame, All of it connected to a single pressure steam tank on the back, connected to a small but efficient coal furnace that occasional every half hour or so fires up and belches a cloud of smoke. It's not a quiet machine. Mezel looks almost comical his tiny head poking out the top of his suit that is equal in size to most common humans. Mezel salutes the Cornel and turns to greed the Chancellor with a nod. "Good Morning Ma'am, And Chancellor an honor to meet you. Be assured we are well equipped to deal with any number of situations that could arise. Your Daughter is on good hands"
Mazel the gnome Salutes the Cornel upon Entry. Outside his suit; which is currently docked back at the Garage. He is a thin bearded Gnome in his middle ages, Dressed in standard uniform fatigues with a small pistol sidearm at his hip. "Evening Cornel, Heard the news. Damn shame the state of things these days." Mezel slates the Lieutenant as well, with a respectful "Ma'am" listening silently to their orders, and nodding in understanding. "The Stone Rose Festival, got to go to it once as a young man, They have beautiful crafts in the Market for the tourists, It's a crowded Affair but we will manage, Can we rely on the local law enforcement for support?"
"My Suit is Raring to go!" |