Eagle Eyes

Lilith's phone rings. It's also blocked and unlisted.

Lilith reaches lazily out from her bath and picks up the phone. "Good evening, DeWinter speaking."

"Ms. DeWinter." Says Samuel, a cigar settled in his hand. "I hope your not… -busy- tonight. I'd hate to interupt your personal time."

Lilith chuckles softly. "Hardly, Mr.Clemens. I'm retired, for the most part, and enjoying the sudden burst of free time I have on hand." She idly stretches a leg out in the water. "It's nice to hear from you. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" Voice dry, but polite as ever.

Sam chuckles quietly. "Get dressed. I can hear that your nude. Annie will be calling in a few minutes. Call it a training mission. Dress for the outdoors."

Samuel then, the prick he is, terminates the call.

Lilith grumbles softly, and gets out of the tub. Wasting no time, she quickly dries off, gets dressed and armoured, shrugs on her heavy coat, grabs the gear, and heads outside.

Annies Phone Rings in the middle of the night. It's a blocked and unlisted number.

Annie pushes aside some of her enchanting work and answers the phone. She's always awake…like God she only sleeps on the 7th day. "Hello?", she inquires curiously.

The voice on the other end has had far to many late night whiskies and probably far to many cigarettes. Raspy, but comported. "This is…" Says the Boston accented anglo voice… "Ms. Breeze, yes?"

Annie cocks her head slightly and takes a seat. "That's me", she responds after a moment, "What can I do you for?"

"You were referred to me." Says Annie's phone friend. "By Mr. Clemens. He indicated you are a knowledgeable, discreet individual of capability. More importantly, you also work on tight time frames for reasonable rates."

"That's what it says on my business card", Annie responds with a chuckle, "Whatcha need and how much you willing to part with to get it?"

"20,000 per person, Mr. Clemens said he would arrange a second. I have a matter of personal pride I need you to handle."

Annie nods even though the action isn't really visible to the person on the other end. "Would you prefer to meet somewhere to discuss the details in person? Or is that unnecessary?"

"Fairly unnecessary. There is an Imperial Eagle roosting in the Pueblo Sector for the winter. It normally roosts in the Downtown UCAS-NCS on a building I own. I heard that a group of parahunters are moving in to its nesting area seeking feathers and telesma. Prevent them."

Annie pulls out her pocsec and absently pulls up Audubon Society fact sheets on the Imperial Eagle as she continues the conversation. "Sounds simple enough. Can you send me a data packet with the relevant details and I will get to work."

"Mr. Clemens has the requisite files for you. I will consider this mission a personal favor, if it is completed in a suitable time frame and satisfactory outcome."

"Very well, I will contact Mr. Clemens. Ciao", Annie responds as she thumbs the disconnect button and then adds, "Contact Clemens" The phone beeps as it accepts the voice command and the device beeps a couple of times as it jumps through the standard hoops. IE, satellite reroutes and retransmission protocols. It only takes a few moments in meatworld time and then the soft ringing sound indicates the call is finally being placed.

The phone picks up on the third ring. "Go ahead breeze." Says the man as though he were distracted. You are clearly on speaker phone.

Lilith waits patiently in her new rooms. She gets out a book and begins to study, some sort of novel on security procedures, tactics, etc.

"Just got a call. North-easter by the sound of it. Said you had information.", Annie responds, "When and where?"

"Pick up DeWinter from her whorehouse… meet me at Joes Dropoff, just inside the Ute Sector. Dress in monochromatics and you get a free drink." Says Samuel as he rustles through a box of something or other.

"Affirmative, on my way.", Annie responds as she disconnects the call. She's about as good at small talk as he is. She heads into the living room and picks up her work bag on the way out as she sends a call to Obie over the RC link. In a secure parking garage a few blocks away the massive Bison roars to life and heads on over to meet the elf mage.

Lilith will be sitting casually on the front steps of her house, studying.

Fast Forward…


Lilith dresses, of course, to fit in perfectly. Neat black dress suit, calf length skirt, stockings, smart jacket, edged with dark grey with a off-white blouse. Hair curled up in that old school fashion, underneath a warm winter scarf. Black leather gloves, dressy boots, and a warm, long woolen coat with big buttons and wide lapels complete the ensemble. She moves easily into the bar.

Annie allows her vehicle to self-valet, then heads on into the bar after pausing a moment to 'fashion' her attire to the requested monochromatic faux-boring that was requested. She pauses a moment on the threshold to search for the contact, then makes a beeline for his table.

Samuel sits in the darkened corner, only his hands visible in the light, a cigarette billowing smoke. His eyes are marked by the slight glint of mirrored shades in the darkness.

Lilith drifts quietly in his direction, boots tapping all but noiselessly over the floor. She bobs her head neatly. "Sir. May we?" She steps aside to allow Annie to move in first, of course.

Annie takes a seat and looks over at Samuel. It's his meeting, he can start the conversation.
Samuel gestures to the pair of them, to have a seat. "Your client today is an important man, calling on me to fufill a favor I owe him. The eagle, is something of an important symbol to the people he represents and he would be displeased if some coup-seeking youth harmed it for no reason other than to harvest its remains."

And its not faux-boring! It's NOIR!

Lilith sits down as well, listening carefully. "Unfortunate."

Annie nods, "I understand. Go on.", she leans back comfortably and laces her fingers behind her head while she waits for the rest of the data.

«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Shadowscene Players:
4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Denver Corporate Shadow Agents:
2 3

Annie figures its probably someone in the UCAS government.

Samuel places an optical chip on the table. It gleams in the direct light. "The current nest is near Pikes Peak. There's reason to suspect there is a group of parahunters in the area, based on Hum-int and some rumors breezing about. A talismonger was looking for eagle feathers and willing to pay a high price for them. High enough to propt this sort of stupidty. Ensure the bird is unharmed. Ironically, its name is Sam."

21 foot wingspan. Seriously.

Samuel smirks quietly. "I'm going to sit this one out. I'm an old man and I do't climb mountains like I used to."

Lilith smiles faintly as she takes the chip and peruses it via pocsec as well. She says nothing to Sam's comment, just bows her eyes to the screen before her.

The bird is approximately 3 years old, as yet unmated. It normally roosts on the UCAS administrative headquarters, and is chipped. Male, it's a very large example of its species, with a wingspan approaching five meters and a body weight pushing 28 kilos. It's current known roost as 30 feet under the summit of Pikes Peak itself, on a ledge that shelters its nest from the wind.

Lilith reads quietly. "How large of a force can we expect?"

Annie looks over the data for a few moments before replacing her pocsec in its leather case on her belt. "And how long we looking at?", she inquires, "Staking out that bird could be a fairly long task."

"There's a storm front moving in from the Ute, it will arrive in 18 hours. It's a fair bet if they do not attack before then, they won't be attacking at all."

Lilith nods slowly, mentally going over a list in her head. "What kind of weapons or defenses can we expect them to have?"

Pike's Peak, Denver FRFZ, Pueblo Corporate Council Sector

Samuel eyes Lilith for a moment. "Thats why I'm hiring you and Ms. Breeze, Ms. DeWinter. So I don't have to figure those things out myself."

"Roger roger", Annie replies, "We will head on up then. I will give you a jingle when we bug out and the storm rolls in." She stands and waits for Lilith to ask her last few questions and then heads on out.

Lilith looks a touch discomfited, but nods, and gets up to follow Annie's lead. "Sorry. Will do."

Samuel settles back in to the darkness, letting the women leave.


Winter weather and insurance concerns have shut down the Railroad for the time being and the road is closed. TO get closer to the summit, one will have to hike, and probably off road to avoid the park rangers, who are always on the look out for annoying anglos.

Annie takes Obie on up to Pikes Peak. The RV handles the snowy roads with ease, its exterior paintjob switching to a snow camo motif as Annie searches for a good place to park and idle for the next day and a half. Once parked the vehicles sensors go into active mode as it begins watching for any unusual traffic in the region. A few moments later it shudders again as two Strato-9 rotodrones take off as well, colors shifting to an appropriate pattern to make them difficult to see against the gray winter sky. Once that is done, Annie swivels her leather captains chair around and looks over at Lilith, "How are you at hiking?", she enquirers.

Annie shoulders her pack and puts on her helmet as the armor shimmers and adopts a camo motif similar to the vehicle. "Good. Let's roll then. It's gonna be a long night and I want to check the area." The door on the Bison swings open with the soft hiss of pressurized air and Annie hops out, offering a hand up to help the other woman down.

Lilith takes the hand delicately, but hops out with ease and lands solidly. "Aye, ma'am." She makes sure everything is in place, flexes her hands and looks the area over.

Lilith shrugs easily, now wearing much more appropriate gear for the weather and the work. "Fair enough. I've got strong legs."

The strato's buzz out in to the air, doing their strato thing.

Annie takes a moment to forward some of her archived geo-survey maps, a running weather update for the area to her helmets HUD, May as well make as much use of the tech while it still works. She turns toward one of the trails upward and waits for Lilith to join her before beginning. "You got any sort of surveillance gear on you?", she inquires as she walks.

«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 1 for "Weather. Ute weather is notoriously bad. Blame, among other things, that FUCKING DANCE.":
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 1 for "Random Encounters. 6+ = 2d6 Bugbears":
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 3 for "Rangers!":
2 4 5

Lilith shakes her head and follows alongside, relying on her own, normal human eyes to scan the horizon. "No, ma'am. Unless one counts the usual senses.

Annie checks through her pack for a moment then passes Lilith a pair of her goggles. "Try these out, they have a full range of visual and aural enhancements.", she continues walking and watching for potential threats.

Lilith nods and quickly slips them on.

«Auto-Judge[]» Lilith (#8983) rolls Intelligence:
2 3 5 5 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Intelligence for "Thermal/Lowlight/Hearing Amp/Hi-low freq":
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 5 5 5 5 17

SO there you are. Pikes Peak is silouetted by the 60 miles distant glow of the Denver. You are in the wilderness, snow on the ground, but not 'fresh'. The last good dusting was several days ago. The animal trails are somewhat deliniated by the fresh animal tracks, the roads are not plowed because it just gets too expensive to plow them in the winter. This is going to be some cold, tired, exhaustive overland trecking.

The first thing Lilith will notice is the smell of burned carbon in the air, a sure sign someone has been through recently with a machine that doesn't have emissions controls; Ergo, an ATV or off road motorcycle. Not very popular with the Injuns, those are. A few moments after that, Annie will spot a pair of dirtbike tracks taking off down a deer trail. The tracks are still sharp, no wind weathering of note on them.

Lilith sniffs sharply, frowning. "Bugger. Off road vehicles in the vicinity, or recently passed."

Annie continues hiking up the mountain with Lily, actively watching for any potential threats along the way. "Fudgesickles", she mutters as she notices the dirtbike tracks, "Looks like we are a bit behind.", she points off toward one of the deer trails, "Tracks go that way. Most likely not the rangers…they tend to favor a little more enviro friendly transport in their parks." She looks up and sighs again as she looks over at Lilith, "How do you feel about flying?"

Drone 1: Contact with large flying avian.

Drone 2: Under attack from flying avian.

Lilith lips curve up a little at the corners. "Well enough."

Annie mutters again as her drones report a flying avian attacking them. "Damn it". She takes a moment to route a few commands to the drones not to engage the avian, rather setting them to lead it away from the reported nest area.

«OOC» Samuel says, "Annie, +prove intelligence, please"
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) has the Attribute Intelligence with the value '12'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 6 vs TN 12:
2 2 3 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 6 vs TN 12:
2 4 5 5 10 14 = 1 Success

The drones report they are pulling out, but the Avian is not following. Instead, it seems to be hovering on a wind current, its head down, scanning the ground.

Lilith watches the woman, the turns her eyes skyward…

Annie looks up as well, her optical magnification whirring softly as she tries to pick the bugger up in the sky overhead. "Hmm, clever bird", she mutters, "At least we know where he is I guess."

«OOC» Samuel says, "Okay. Another perception check, both of you"
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Intelligence for "Perception":
1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Lilith (#8983) rolls Intelligence:
3 3 5 5 7

Above, with Annies eyes on the sky, she can see the bird silouetted against the moon for a breif moment. He's big. He's far bigger than the file suggests. He's at least.. 7 meters in wingspan. Perhaps the magic of Pikes peak is augmenting it, or maybe you didn't see him as clearly as you think. But he's HUGE…

Below, Lilith will see, about 300 meters off in to the forest, a match light. It bobbles once, then is passed over to another… then again to another.

Lilith doesn't give any indication she's seen anything, but her hands shift into her coat, protecting them from the cold. She murmurs softly. "300 yards off. 3 men."

Annie updates her order to her drones, having them stand off and maintain range to the bird at approximately 1000 feet. She then refocuses her attention to the meatworld and nods to Lilith. "Good job.", she murmurs with just enough volume for the other woman to hear, "Let's take a look at what we are up against."

Lilith nods and follows the woman's lead.

«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 7 (Sorcery) + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 8 for "Stunbolt":
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 7 (Sorcery) + Sorcery Pool: 2 - 1 vs TN 8 for "Stunbolt KP1/?":
1 2 3 3 4 5 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 7 (Sorcery) + Sorcery Pool: 2 - 1 vs TN 8 for "Stunbolt KP3/?":
1 1 1 1 2 3 5 16 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 8 + 6 (Spell defense) vs TN 7:
1 1 2 2 3 3 4 5 5 7 7 11 11 11 = 5 Successes

Mana flashes in the distance, as a shamans mask descends. A magestic thunderbird folds its wings around the man, a pale blue glow illuminating the area around him as a ball of pure mana flies forward and arcs in to the air.

A moment later, it strikes Sam, the mana coursing through his body and wings, seeming to charge him with an electrical glow. And then Sam shrieks, and it's not a happy shriek. It's also, not one of pain.

Annie grumbles again as one of the other group tosses off a spell toward the bird. "Cover me", she mutters to Lilith as she rises to her feet and takes a step toward the other party, "Halt!", she calls out to the other group, "You are in violation of NAN protected para-species act 217413 subparagraph A. Continued actions against the protected avian will result in formal charges being brought against you and potential direct and lethal force."

Lilith rolls her eyes and slides to the side of the woman, her eyes narrowed on the perps. Out comes the gun, and off goes the safety.

There are infact, three of them. One of them turns, raising a hunting rifle. "Rangers!" he calls out, cracking off a shot in the direction of the pair of women.

«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 5 + 4 vs TN 6 for "Medium Range, Low Light. No other mods. -1 for aim":
1 1 2 2 3 4 5 7 17 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 4 for "Dodge!":
1 3 3 4 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Combat Pool: 5 - 2 (successes) vs TN 4 for "Dodge! kp 1/20":
1 1 3 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Combat Pool: 5 - 2 (successes) vs TN 4 for "Dodge! kp 3/20":
1 2 4 = 1 Success

Annie growls and barely sidesteps the incoming round. "Tree season ended two months ago. That will be another fine. Firing on a Parks Department Officer during the administration of her duty is also a class 4 felony.", she calls as she raises her hand and forms the universal 'hand pistol' with thumb upright and forefinger pointing toward the gunhappy perp. The thumb drops and the air ripples as the nearly invisible bolt lashes down range toward the shooter.

Lilith draws her weapon. With a soft crunch of snow and the quiet rushing sound of her long coat behind her, she begins to dart forward, tree to tree. She moves fairly well, doesn't get as close as she'd like, but decent enough…she'll keep moving, side stepping, eyes on the target.

«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Centering vs TN 4 for "Centering 4 Successes @ 2:1 ratio.":
1 2 2 2 7 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 1 vs TN 4 for "F6D Stunbolt vs Shooter.":
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 4 7 8 11 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 1 - 4 (successes) vs TN 4 for "F6D Stunbolt vs Shooter. kp 4/20":
1 2 3 4 4 7 11 = 4 Successes
«OOC» Annie says, "Stand there I reckon."
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 4 vs TN 6:
1 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 4 vs TN 6 for "KP 2":
1 2 3 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Willpower vs TN 2 for "Resist 2D stunbolt. Need 6 Successes with Trauma Damper.":
1 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 8 11 = 10 Successes

The bolt flashes across the mountainside and strikes the rude fellow with the rifle. He barely gets off a pained 'Erk!' and then drops to the ground and rolls a few feet downhill before coming to rest against the tree. Annie takes a moment to blow imaginary smoke off the tip of her forefinger and calls, "Lay down your weapons and place your hands on top of your head!", she pauses and adds after a moment, "I am coming down."

«Auto-Judge[]» Lilith (#8983) rolls Initiative with a result of 7.
«Auto-Judge[]» Annie (#5398) rolls Initiative with a result of 37.
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 2 for "Magi, +8":
1 2
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 3 for "His bodyguard, +10":
2 3 14

Acting Player Pass Init Action
Annie 1 37 Hold Action
Whisperwind 1 21 Shoot at Uncle Sam
John Redtop 1 11 Manabolt at Annie
Lilith 1 7 Shoot Whisperwind
Uncle Sam 1 10 Attack Redtop, Kill Redtop, Eat Redtops head

Annie starts across the mountainside, 'covering' the remaining offenders with her .45 Rosie. "Don't try anything stupid Gents…you are already in enough trouble as it is.", she growls in loud threatening tones.

«OOC» Samuel says, "Whisperwind will shoot at Sam."
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 6 + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 6 for "Bird is hard to hit!":
1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 6 + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 6 for "Bird is hard to hit! KP 1":
1 1 1 2 4 4 4 5 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 4 vs TN 4:
1 3 10 11 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Samuel says, "Sam will wheel around the incoming attack"
«OOC» Samuel says, "JOhn Redtop will try and beat Annie to hell."
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 7 + Sorcery Pool: 5 vs TN 11 for "OH DEAR LORD PLEASE FALL OVER AND DIE! (Manabolt, D, F7)":
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 5 7 7 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 7 + Sorcery Pool: 5 vs TN 11 for "OH DEAR LORD PLEASE FALL OVER AND DIE! (Manabolt, D, F7) KP 1":
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 7 + Sorcery Pool: 5 - 1 vs TN 11 for "OH DEAR LORD PLEASE FALL OVER AND DIE! (Manabolt, D, F7) KP 3":
1 2 2 2 2 2 3 4 4 4 5 = 0 Successes

Whisperwind, the Hopi with delusions of Siouxdom, brings his rifle up. By god, he's being paid to get this eagle and the friggen rangers can be out run so long as he gets the eagle. The shot cracks off, the high powered rifle reporting its shot in to the crisp night air. It echos off Pikes Peak and in the distance, thunder cracks.

John Redtop turns, seeing Annie. He brings his hands up, then thrusts them out, like talons, as ephemeral bird claws roar through the air twords the other magi.

«Auto-Judge[]» Lilith (#8983) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 3 for "Bang bang, motherfucker":
1 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Lilith (#8983) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 3 for "Doubletap! Second shot.":
1 1 3 3 4 4 5 5 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 6 vs TN 5 for "4 Ballistic Armor, 10 successes required for no damage":
1 3 3 3 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 6 - 1 vs TN 5 for "4 Ballistic Armor, 10 successes required for no damage KP 3":
1 3 7 7 7 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Samuel says, "First one is taken down to an S."
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 6 vs TN 5 for "4 Ballistic Armor, 10 successes required for no damage":
1 2 2 3 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 6 - 1 vs TN 5 for "4 Ballistic Armor, 10 successes required for no damage KP 4":
2 2 2 5 13 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Samuel says, "Second one is taken down to a D. HE's chunky salsa. POse it. He goes down in a bloody heap."

Lilith gets close…closer. There. She stands, stabilizes, adjust her postures, all smoothly, like she was shown, and cups the grip. Two quick shots, one after the other, sighting down the barrel, no time to think, just following the smooth line of the barrel to the body. And the target goes down with a neat little spray of blood, scarlet on snow. Without wasting time, she makes sure the gun is already turning towards the next target.

«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 8 vs TN 4 for "KAW MOTHERFUCKER":
1 1 1 4 4 5 5 10 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 8 - 5 vs TN 4 for "KAW MOTHERFUCKER Karma 2":
3 3 10 = 1 Success
«OOC» Lilith says, "XD"
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 3 vs TN 8 for "Ouchy time.":
8 8 17 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Samuel says, "…"
«OOC» Samuel says, "Thats one lucky mage."
«OOC» Samuel says, "Let me just say."
«OOC» Lilith says, "Well, fuck me"
«OOC» Lilith says, "Lucky sod :)"
«OOC» Annie says, "Hehe"

The sound is piercing, like a jet engine suddenly whining in your ear, only its much more angry, much more animalistic. The majestic Imperial Eagle in its native habitat is a sight to behold, and well, John Redtop beholds it now as the creature swoops down, its wings tilting at JUST that last moment to stop him directly over the Mage. There's a split second of stunned silence, before those rear talons reach out and just shred the mage. The air around the bird seems to crackle with charged ions, like a thundercloud.

The shaman falls, hurt, but not quite critically enough to kill him. His face is slashed and his chest rent open though.

Uncle Sam takes the ground, wings folding in, imperial in his bearing. Daring, challenging the mage to rise, his head cocked to the side.

Lilith freezes. Then makes damn fucking sure her gun is pointed the hell downwards.

"That had to fucking hurt", Annie comments dryly as she continues moving toward the downed mage, "I don't recommend getting up right now asshole.", she takes a moment to offer the bird a courteous bow of respect while consciously projecting the image of taking the downed man to justice. She keeps one eye on the mage through it all however.

Lilith nods, and slowly puts her gun away, eyes on the magnificent bird. She bows just her head when Annie bows, but seems curiously unable to go any further.

«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 6:
2 2 2 3 5 15
«Auto-Judge[]» Samuel (#799) rolls 8 vs TN 3:
1 1 2 2 3 5 5 5 = 4 Successes

Golden yellow eyes orient, predatory, on Annie and Lilith. From the bird seems to radiate a sense of calm, the sort of command presence one sees in generals, presidents and kindergarten teachers. Uncle Sam tosses his head, ruffling his feathers once. He moves forward in the snow, eying the downed mage, critically.

He renders judgment then, his beak snapping out to grasp the mages head before wrenching it free in a motion that is not ungainly or inelegant. It seems the most natural thing in the world when Uncle Sam then crushes that head in his beak, swallowing the remains. A glance is given to the women, a feeling of dismissal coming in to the air.

Lilith then lowers her eyes to the ground, touching her forehead in a gesture of respect before beginning to back away.

Annie sighs and shrugs. "Ah well. A guys gotta eat.", she murmurs and then waits to see what the bird is going to do next.

Lilith moves back towards Annie

Uncle Sam dips his head once to Lilith, then Annie, and makes his way over to the other two hunters. They won't really survive this meal. No, they really won't.

Lilith murmurs quietly. "Shall we go?"

Annie looks over at Lili, "I think we are done here", she comments in response to the other woman's question. She sketches a brief salute to the bird and begins trudging back toward Obie. As she walks she initiates the precoded sequence that returns the two drones to their home in the drone bay.

Lilith nods and gives the bird a final glance, a final curtsy, and follows Annie to the vehicle.

The bird hunkers down for its meal. THere is a feeling of contentment that fills the air, everything seeming just a little better than it had in the few moments before. Sometimes you hunt for a cow. Sometimes people feed you. Literally.
Lilith murmurs softly again. "Gwaihir feeds well."

Annie shrugs and takes a look back as the massive birds beak emerges from a chest cavity with a beak full of entrails. "Well, they certainly won't have the guts to do that again.", she adds in deadpan tones.

Lilith snorts as she strides back to the transport.

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