Ghostriders In the Sky [Catch-All Event Log]

[thepurpleone]

WHO: Cal Kestis, Cayde-6, Donnie and youie?
WHERE: Ships, station and planetside
WHAT: Stuff
WHEN: During the event thing
WARNINGS: N/A

((Setting up separate comment TLs for each of the boys))

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[plate_builder]

"You're enjoying this," Reeve says before shifting his position to make a small target while still trying to get line of sight.

"Tell me which to aim at. if this goes wrong I don't want to throw off your shots."

And he's already building a strong charge in his materia.

[deal_me_in]

"What can I say? This is my jam. -that's what the kids say these days, right?"

Cayde waits a moment before he says anything, keeping against the wall as a couple more lasers streak past.

"Sundance says there's five left, one on the ceiling and two on the floor, two on your side, on the wall. Roughly thirty feet ahead of us. I'll take care of the one on the ceiling, you just bowl your thing right down that side. If it don't take out the rest, I'll clean up."

[plate_builder]

"You really think I know what any kids said any days?" Reeve laughs. Country boy to erudite architect in too little time to develop that knowledge, thank you very much.

The joke doesn't stop him from processing the information, or building the spell to a higher level. At last he takes a breath, thrusts his arm forward, and releases the spell.

Turned out that magic didn't care as much about the laws of physics as it should have. The fireball did in fact form, large and powerful, rolling with speed into his targets. And even singing the one on the ceiling just a little.

"Ah. It seems it might be more potent. How intriguing. Perhaps the area here is more charged with mana than it might be elsewhere."

[deal_me_in]

"WOO! Look'it that go!" Cayde cackles. He takes aim, easily picking off the last one before it could refocus itself.

"Could be? I mean, you never know, in space. Hey, maybe it's got something to do with why this place was left alone. -also, we're clear."

[plate_builder]

"Clear for now," Reeve corrects with a shrug. But..."

He considers.

"I have an idea for how to find out what happened. Can you bring me the least damaged one we took out?"

[deal_me_in]

The Exo pauses as he figures maybe Reeve's right there. They hadn't even expected these things to pop up.

"One sec," he says, pushing off at an angle so he can use the walls to propel himself off of as he makes way.

"Huh, drones of some kind." He tugs at the one he'd shot, dragging it along behind him as he floats on back. "Sure did a number on the others, heh! This one's leg almost got melted off from your fancy flames." He sets the thing between them, a six-legged drone with a single 'eye' on a rotating base, a hole punched right through said eye.