Dutch Thriceman

In Darth Sidious voice 'do it'. I'd love to see it, they worked out great for the docks, very clean.

I should have no CP invested into Spirit, if it says so anywhere that is an error. Edit* I just have the base 1 starting stat spirit that I started the game with.

"Alright miss Skyreach, I'll try to stay out of and keep my companions out of trouble." Bers raises his hand towards Yelana signalling his presence as he moves towards her to catch-up.

Noice, really like the technic elements used for the roadblock that's spot on.

Bers drinks the mug and looks around for his companions, perception check.

"Sounds good miss Skyreach, both the shooting range as well as the beer or cider stand." "Yes, well some would prefer to call themselves adventurers or some such though. This unit has no such inclination, a job is a job." "Sounds like you've lead an exciting life..." Bers takes pause at hearing Cassandra mention heartbreak "... heartbreaking miss Skyreach? I don't mean to be intrusive, if you rather not talk about it we shall leave it at that."

That is a cool big Cho(m)pper. Are the teeth a custom decal?

That's a neat vignette, great idea for a scene.

Great damaged bridge, I also second Parm.

"Yes... so do I guess... I mean that drinks are on you haha." "Well, to be honest miss Skyreach, this unit was practically built for combat. However I also spent some considerable time honing my skills at the 'Heroica Training Center', what about you miss Skyreach, I heard you mention moronic pirates? I'd love to hear more about it over the drink you owe me."

"You seem to be enjoying yourself miss Skyreach, well so is this unit." Bers goes all in for his final attack, as a flurry of two-handed swings with his Chain-Greatsword flies towards Cassandra. OOC: I was just about to mention something myself haha.

Nice work, definitely an improvement.

"For a meatling your not so bad yourself miss Skyreach." As Bers takes an unterhau stance he re-positions himself adjacent to Cassandra, right as he is about to strike he feints and switches from unter to middelhau stance going in for another attack.

Bers starts of with an Oberhau stance and goes in for a strike on Cassandra, attacking her with mechanical finesse.

"Clover is it? Greetings little meatcreature, I am B3R5 - Three Ark but you may call me Bers, do not worry this unit and miss Skyreach are just going to have a sparring match, nothing dangerous your master will be safe." With a heavy thud Bers's Chain-Greatsword dismounts from his back, as he effortlessly swishes it infront of himself with a single arm and admires the many oiled and sharpend blades, he smirks and thinks to himself 'these new servos and the ultra-light heavy plating are amazing, I was glad to get properly serviced after that last mission'. "Very well miss Skyreach, first to fall over you say, this is agreed. No ranged weapons, no problem." Bers disengages and tosses the sawed-off that's magneto-locked to his lower back aside. "These terms are more then fair, this unit is ready, a wager sounds interesting." Bers glances over his account and notices he doesn't have a lot of credits stored. "However I am somewhat short, how about 15 credits to the winner? And the loser treats on beers.. or wine, or hard liquor. Whichever you prefer miss Skyreach..." Somewhat confident that he will win, but not confident enough to bet his entire savings, Bers is already looking forward to alcoholic refreshments.

"Don't worry friend Polaris, this unit will come back and wait at the town's entrance gate, see you there." Bers shouts off as he leaves with the mayor.

As Bers is getting excited at the prospect of a sparring match he thinks to himself 'finally some action'. He responds enthusiasticly; "Fantastic, I'd love to miss mayor Skyreach." Distracted by the prospect he adds; "I'm sure my friends can find mister Fix-It without me." As he turns towards Yelana and Polaris; "Friends the mayor invited me to a sparring duel, we'll meet up later alright?"

"Oh of course, forgive me miss Skyreach, my name is B 3 R 5 - Three Ark but for brevity's sake you may call me Bers. And yes I was asking for a sparring match indeed. I do not ask every individual I meet but merely those who can be identified as Bladers."

This seems like a nice enough place Bers thinks to himself as he enters the quaint village, his eyes are immediatly drawn to the fleshling carrying a rapier. "Greetings friend... ? I couldn't help but notice your blade, you would not perchance care for a gentleman's.. and gentlewoman's.. duel would you?"

Glad to hear your OK! ... I'm having a bit more trouble posting for Bers this quest as well, as I'm stuck in a bit of a winter depression, myself. I will admit, whenever I hear about crazy weather in America I am glad to live in the Netherlands, we almost never have truly bad storms (once in my lifetime that I can remember with a mini-tornado and power outages and that is once in 28 years). Except my local area had to deal with massive floods a while back and many people lost their homes due to that.

"Alright friend, this unit thinks that sounds like a plan. Do you know if this is a long ride?" Bers takes the seat next to Avgustus.

I hope we get an update soon, am wondering how you are doing..

Bers contemplates what and how much to tell Avgustus for a moment. "Oh how delightful..." The word does not come naturally to Bers as it sputters out a bit awkardly, however still sincere. "... me and my compatriots need to see mister Fix-It as well, to repair some of our.. guild equipment... which uhm broke while we where on mission nearby..." re-forming the truth is not something that comes natural to Bers either. "Perhaps you would be interested in travelling togheter friend Avgustus?"

"Greetings friend Avgustus Leopold, my designation is B3R5 - 3rk but my friends call me Bers, I am no professor indeed. I am a merc- I mean 'adventurer' from Heroica, here on an assignment. You are carrying quite some hefty lugage around friend." Bers gestures at the trunk.

Bers approaches the adamite out of a sense of obligation.. "Greetings friend, it is rare for this unit to meet one of his own, sir...?" Bers eyes the large wooden trunk. Perception check.