One Night StandThe Shark Tank night club was an interesting place. Aquariums all over the place and illuminated by blacklights, it proved to be a popular place for locals and visitors alike. Along with the Otter & Jack, the local pub, there wasn’t any shortage of entertainment in the otherwise quiet surrounding maritime community. It was all too easy for the patrons to get caught up in their own tides however.
“Hey, can I get you a drink?”
21-year-old Samantha Nickolsen sat perplexed at the young man who made the offer. “Uh… sure. Who are you?”
With an embarrassed smile on his face, the man then held out his hand. “My apologies. Rory Carver. You?”
“Samantha,” she responded with the resulting hand-shake.
“I take it you’re new here?”
“You can say that. I’ve got family in the area. Told me to try this place out.”
Rory smiled. “Say no more. Let me get you something. What would you like?”
Heroes of Bastion - Ancient AscensionBastion. A North American city-state, decades ahead of its time, braced against its surrounding border with the rest of the United States by the wall befitting the city’s namesake. Here live many of humanity’s brightest minds – the ones responsible for this technocratic society.
Even here however, in this proclaimed beacon of civilization, the darker elements of human aspirations will always take to one form or another. In the labs, scientists whose concepts of ethics and morality are mere suggestions take to their devices with reckless abandon, and in their mad quests to further human progress several of them unwittingly unleash their creations upon Bastion’s populace. On the streets, those deemed of lower intellect are downtrodden, forever having to contend with the social hierarchy that permeates throughout the city, and the unrest of their fellow men.
Maintaining order over this city is Guardian, its resident disaster relief agency, financed by wealthy and i
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A flight of four VTOL transports buzzed low over the ocean’s surface, making use of the higher air resistance to slow down in preparation for their target – the warehouse district of Driftveil City.
In the second VTOL of the pair that ventured ahead sat four grovyles, two lucario, a zoroark and two jolteons, all equipped with form-fitting military-grade armor and, in the case of the bipedal species, suppressed carbines, custom-modded to fit their unique frames.
The static crackling of communication commenced as a hologram appeared with mission info, displayed against the backdrop of the wall between the troop compartment and the cockpit. “We’ll be setting you down in the warehouse district of Driftveil City for this mission. We’ve got a bead on Team Plasma agents hiding in the area, and we suspect that one of them is an influential leader for the organization. So go in, find the figurehead, capture him and get out. Silver when