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Edited by Gingiebread:
8/24/2020 9:25:50 PM
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[b][u]Part Three[/u][/b]
“Here we go,” Skye breathed as she tapped a few more keys on her keyboard. “I’ll stay here for a wee bit longer to make sure he didn’t leave behind any more traps, then I’ll be with you all as soon as I can. Remember we’re not trying to kill him, and be careful. Good luck.”
The blast doors before each hero slid open, revealing a large and circular room with high ceilings. In the very center was the core, a glass cylinder fifty feet in diameter, elevated on a dais and glowing faintly with blue light. Errol stood before it with a wide stance, alone and without his Atoms by his side. His head whipped around to make eye contact with his enemies as each door opened. For a brief moment, concern grew on his face, only to harden again. He raised his chin in defiance, and held out his hands on either side of himself, as though to challenge his opponents.
English
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“Ahh that’s fine with me. I ain’t know how I feel about flying in a small enclosed ship like capsule in the sky, those things make me queazy.”
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Skye kneels to hook Errol’s good arm around her shoulders, and gently helps him off the ground. “I’m not exactly one for flying, either. As long as you don’t look out the window it should be all right.”
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“Aye that’s fair enough. Need help liftin him?”
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“I wouldn’t mind a wee bit of—“ her eyes suddenly widen, and she looks at Dain up and down. “By the isle, I should have asked earlier, are you okay after all of that?”
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“I’ve got a few broken bones and wounds, probably some of the worst I’ve had but I’ll live.”
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“The worst you’ve had? Dain, that doesn’t sound good. If it’s bad, shouldn’t we take care of it?”
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“Probably, but i ain’t been injured much before this. We’ll get this guy out of here then I’ll take care of me self.”
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Skye’s face remains concerned, but she nods. “If you say so... just let me know if you need anything before then.” Chiara takes Errol, and Skye moves to open a blast door. She takes one last glance at the mess of Atoms around them, then leads the group out of the room.
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*Dain follows them, almost using his axe like a cane.* “So what do ye plan on doing with all these atoms?”
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Errol is the first to respond. “Destroy them.” Skye blinks at him. “Destroy them?” “Aye. The Atoms, their schematics, my notes... all of it.”
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“Fair enough, that’s what I would do, but I wouldn’t know how to use em anyways.”
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“Perhaps not, but neither did Skye and she easily threw out that... Loot. I don’t want anyone—I don’t want myself—to be tempted to use them wrongly again.” Skye shrugs. “If you really want to do that...”
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“Perhaps they could be used for good, but judging by how ye reacted and tried to kill all of us because he though he were doing good, I don’t think they can. I think destroying them would be best.”
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Errol only walks in silence, occasionally wincing at his shoulder. Skye presses her lips together into a thin line. “I guess you’re right. I’ll worry about that once this is over.”
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“How do ye plan on destroying them anyways? I ain’t been here for long but i know that a lot of this stuff isn’t easily destroyed. Blasted technology!”
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“Um... I actually wouldn’t know,” Skye admits with an apologetic smile. “Errol?” Errol sighs. “The plans and schematics are all either paper or digital, so they can be burned or deleted. The Atoms themselves, however, I’ve upgraded to be durable to multiple types of damage. It will take me some time to figure out. I... didn’t anticipate this outcome, so I never looked for a way to destroy them.”
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“Of corse ye didn’t! We’ll find a way, but it seems me axe does nothing.”
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“Weapons can break their formation—and apparently so can the strength of a determined dwarf—but individually they can’t be broken. Then again... they are useless without the gloves, and those could be easier to deal with.” Errol relaxes, quite clearly pondering the idea.
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“Aye, nothing can stop a determined dwarf! Me people are good with our hands, what do ye say I light a forge and throw the gloves in, melt them down and have em ne’er Seen again.”
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Errol looks down at Dain, his eyes suddenly shining with interest. “I’d think that would work. A forge would certainly contain the heat required. The stories are true, then: dwarves are a people of craft just as much as they are warriors.”
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“Aye, me father was a blacksmith, so I may know a few things about using a forge. I ain’t got one here though.”
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“Of course not. However, my father... was a blacksmith as well. That is how he earned money to buy supplies we couldn’t gather on our own.” He pauses briefly. “His forge is still by the house.”
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“Great, then perhaps we stop there once we are all patched up and finish this once and for all.”
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Errol nods in response. Soon the group nears the exit of the tunnel. Skye and Blaze are quick to climb to the top and pull Dally up, while Fox transforms into a golem and lifts Errol up in her hand. Once he is set beside Blaze, she lowers her hand, offering to lift up Dain as well.
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*Dain accepts the offer.* “Well at least it was good to be underground again.”
