vivala | 002 - A Time to Gain and a Time to Lose

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002 - A Time to Gain and a Time to Lose

Truthfully Hesaeth was not a place that Donnie had been in any particular hurry to return to. So much had happened there, such gains and losses in what he felt was comparatively a short amount of time. He'd had mixed feelings about their abandoning the resources, but he still wouldn't have questioned the decision when they had such dire threats bearing down upon them. Resources could be replaced. Lives could not.

And yet, here he finds himself again. At least he has no intention of poking around what's left of the camp itself, and he and the other Corsairs had made sure that the mines would be inaccessible in the wake of their escape. The Empire would have to start all over again, but for now it seems that they're too busy licking their own wounds after their losses from here and against Flotsam.

Their target is one of two downed ships. It's a wonder what some well-aimed guns can do. The vessel's entirety had listed to one side during its descent, driving itself into the nearby cliff-face until its starboard side had been nearly flattened.

"Considering the load capacity of those ships, I'm willing to bet they've got some decent artillery other than their cannons. Probably didn't think they'd need to pull out anything else," Donnie notes as he observes the site from the rail of their own airship while it circles closer.

The entry point is through the rear loading hatch, which had been partially open perhaps in an attempt to evacuate before the whole ship had tipped over, and after rappelling down from their ship, the real adventure begins. Footing is tricky given the steep angle, ensuring that anything not nailed down or secured has been thrown to the starboard side of the ship. Toppled crates, containers and the equipment meant to move heavy loads make up most of the 'floor' they have to navigate across, as well as some dangling machinery hanging precariously by their loading harnesses.

((OOC: Leaving it open as to whether interested parties want to thread together or individually, whichever is easier/preferred! Also, this is a salvage mission so if there's anything anyone else might be in the market for, let me know!))

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If only he'd finalized that experimental adhesive he'd been working on...

Donnie can't help but grin when Link produces the nails. "Oh, that'll work," he says with a shrug, reaching over to take a few. "Hold this down while I start hammering these in."

He has to be careful not to break the thing even more, but between the two of them they manage to get the patch in place.

"We just have to warn whoever's loading it to be careful," he notes. "This area looks pretty sturdy, so we'll keep it here for now until we call in our airship."

As Link holds the barrel steady, he considers whether or not he might be able to just store the barrel in his pack. But he has to conclude that no, it's not possible - the barrel's just too big.

Even korok-enchanted packs have limitations.

So instead he just nods - and when Donnie's finished with his work, steps away.

A shame, that. It would've been pretty handy. Donnie rolls his shoulders back as he straightens again.

"There's gotta be a lot more than just gunpowder around here. But this is promising in itself. They must have some weapons around. Those will always be useful." Kind of an unfortunate truth, but he figures it's better in their hands than the Empire's.

He hops down the stack of crates once he's retrieved his lantern.

"Probably shooty weapons," Link agrees. What were they called again? He couldn't quite remember the Imperial word for it. The ones that went bang, like every shot was made of fire fruits.

But if they had the thing the put in those weapons, then it stood to reason that they'd have the weapons themselves.

So Link takes a look at some of those crates Donnie just hopped off of. Are there any he could crack open, to see what's inside?

"Firearms," Donnie supplies with a slightly crooked smile. Shooty weapons does cover it, and reminds him of something his brothers would say.

There's a few crates where the nails have come loose from them being thrown to the side, panels either splintered or half-pried off to reveal their contents. Link's assumption isn't wrong at all once he has a look. There's a few rifles and pistols in separate boxes, knocked off of the racks they'd been packed in.

Link makes a soft sound of acknowledgement. Firearms. That was the word. He'd have to remember it.

Which is good to know, once they find crates full of them. Link immediately begins picking up the ones that have been knocked off the rack, and stows them away in his korok-enchanted pack.

How exactly they all fit in there still remains a mystery.

How much Donnie'd love to have one of those. It would be so very useful for scavenging!

He watches a moment, shaking his head at the feat before forcing himself to continue his own search. There's been plenty of times he's considered making use of a gun himself. They'd certainly be useful for range...

A gleam of metal catches his eye, and the turtlekin moves downwards, eyes wide. Is that what he thinks it is..?

Somewhere across from Link there's a sound, a subtle creak of wood, and in the light of his brightbloom he can make out the shadow of a figure and the dull glint of the barrel of a rifle as someone trying to hide behind another mess of machinery seems to be tracking the turtlekin's movements.

Link's response is swift, and immediate.

And his first instinct is - as always - to protect.

He darts forward, shoving himself in front of Donnie. His shield is pulled from his back, and held forward towards the enemy.

Any bullet fired towards Donnie will have to get through Link first.

It's only Link's sudden movement that draws Donnie's attention, and by that time the Hylian is already there in front of him. The turtlekin gasps in surprise, and then yelps when the sound of a gunshot and the subsequent ping of a bullet follows, ringing off of Link's shield.

He lowers his arms from where he'd instinctively thrown them over his head, trying to figure out which direction the shot had come from, hearing the muffled curse at the miss. Given Link had seen the threat from the start, he'd know which direction to look and see the movement of their would-be attacker, deciding to try taking cover again.

Link doesn't drop his shield. But he does glance back towards Donnie - quickly checking to make sure he's okay - before gesturing towards where he saw the attacker.

Then, silently, he reaches behind him to grasp Donnie's arm. And with his other arm still holding up the shield, pulls Donnie along until the two of them are behind a couple of crates. Now, at least, they have cover too.

Or at least Donnie does - because the moment Link's herded him behind the crates, he swaps out his shield for a bow. Crouched down, he inches around the edge of the crates - arrow pointed right where he last saw the enemy.

By then Donnie's caught up with what's happened, mentally kicking himself. Well of course the probability of survivors had been slim, but not impossible!

Going up against someone with a ranged weapon isn't his forte, and with the uneven 'terrain' between them, it would be difficult for him to try getting close without risking being a big target. He tries to have a look around the crates but he can't see anything, much less hear anything above the sound of his heart hammering in his chest.

There's another crack then, another shot but with no clear target, it wings the crate Link had led Donnie to. The turtlekin ducks his head at the fragments of wood that fly with it.

With their attacker hidden, Link doesn't have a clear shot either. He can't directly shoot an enemy he can't see.

Luckily for Link and Donnie though, he doesn't have to.

Because to his arrow he fuses a mushroom that will be quite familiar to Donnie - a Puffshroom. As it lands, it explodes into a cloud of fog-like spores - and utterly obscuring the area.

Which means that right now, their enemy can't see anything - and Link takes this opportunity to move, heading right towards the Puffshroom cloud.

Like Donnie isn't already having a difficult time seeing anything! But Link clearly knows what he's doing, and so the turtlekin can only watch as he vanishes from sight. Somewhere in the foggy dimness is a muffled curse, but then another shot is taken, still close enough for Donnie to remain where he is behind cover, even if he can tell the shot had gone wide.

The Imperial squints futilely at the growing fog in front of him, his gun lifted, nerves on edge. Where did they go, where-

Link moves into the Puffshroom cloud, crouched down and moving as quietly as possible.

Of course, Link's own vision is impeded as well - but he knows where he was moving for. So when he comes across a dark shape in the cloud, he shifts into position. Draws his sword.

And then strikes, with a vicious stab to the back.

Daring to edge out in an effort to try seeing his targets, the Imperial soldier unfortunately still has his own attention outward that he doesn't realize someone's behind him until it's too late.

Donnie flinches at the muffled, wet cry, and the bodily thud that follows as Link successfully disables their would-be sniper. He listens a moment more to make sure there's no further sound of fighting or threats before he makes use of his magic.

It's not a subtle thing, after all, bright lines of magenta light tracing in the air to the side of him, forming a fan that's tilted slightly towards the opening they'd come from. Though constructed of light, it still generates a breeze that Donnie hopes will clear the fog. No point in stumbling around this uneven area with even less ability to see!

Puffshroom clouds never last for long anyway; with the help of Donnie's breeze, it soon clears completely.

Now it's just Link, crouched over their attacker's lifeless body. It's impossible to know what Link's thinking in this moment; his expression is as blank and unreadable as ever.

But after a silent, heavy moment, he does reach forward to take the attacker's weapon, and store it away.

He wonders if he'll ever get used to seeing bodies. Donnie lets out a sigh as his mystic tech dissipates, picking his way over to where Link is, or at least half-way.

"...thanks. I owe you one," he says. That would have gone extremely bad if he hadn't any backup. "You all right?" Link doesn't look hurt, at least.

Link nods, before standing back up. Once the Puffshroom had burst, their attacker hadn't had any chance to strike at Link; he hadn't even taken a scratch.

But there's a silent, questioning look sent back in return. Is Donnie okay? He was the one they were firing at first, after all. Had any of the bullets managed to strike before Link intervened?

"I'm fine," Donnie assures. "Guess I should have factored in the possibility of survivors..."

He frowns, looking around more carefully, but the place has so many shadows and numerous opportunities for cover. "Keep on your guard. Let's head back over that way- there's something I want to check out."

Link shrugs. If there's any more out there, Link's not concerned. They're stronger than the enemy.

As for their fallen foe, Link leaves them lying unceremoniously where they are and moves to follow Donnie. His eyes dart around, looking for other potential attackers - and also trying to spot whatever it is that's caught Donnie's interest. What could it be?

The turtlekin picks his way back towards the spot he's sure he'd seen something. He'd be really annoyed if he had lost track of- ah-hah!

Still mindful of any potential threats still lurking, Donnie slides down a larger tilted crate to where he'd seen something reflecting off their light sources. "There," he says, pointing. Wedged between things, they can just make out the face of an armor unit. The storage crates probably all got flung clear across the hold and prevented anyone from making use of them.

"That looks like it's going to be a pain to get to, but if it's salvageable...."

Link makes a soft noise of interest. That would be good to salvage!

Only trouble is, how to get it out? Donnie was right; it was going to be a pain to get to, wedged in as it was. Once again, he missed having Ultrahand. This would be much easier to deal with if he did.

Although...maybe he could use what he did have.

He pulls his shield out, holding it in his left hand. His right hand reaches out towards the largest, heaviest looking crate - and then begins to glow, as echoes of odd metallic bands appear around his arm. Between his palm and the crate, a glowing green line of light appears - before the crate suddenly shrinks, and flings towards Link's shield.

"Hah!" Link cries, as the crate fuses to the shield. It's the exact same thing he did earlier with the Puffshroom and the arrow. But without the chaos of battle, and with the crate being much larger than a Puffshroom, it was a lot easier to see what was actually happening.

And now they have one less crate to move.

Cutting through things would be tedious, but given how haphazardly stacked things are, Donnie is starting to think that might be their best bet. He looks over when Link brings his shield around again, blinking.

Wait, what's..?

The turtlekin jerks back a bit when the green lightshow begins to happen, and then again as the crate there is suddenly transformed and magically attaches to Link's shield.

"Wh-" He stares. "Wait, what just happened??" Yes, he'd seen what happened but that still doesn't quite explain things, and ever the inquisitive mind, it's probably to be expected that he'd ask.

"Fuse," Link says. And then holds up his shield, showing off the now smaller crate that is attached to it.

See? He Fused it.

This is apparently what Link regards as an explanation.

A single word is hardly a decent explanation! Donnie looks almost exasperatedly at Link when nothing further is said, turning his eyes to the shield again and the haphazardly added accessory. He's not even going to ask what about the stuff inside of it, not when there are magical bags of holding and no care for the physics he's been picking at in books.

Letting out a breath, he turns to regard the rest of the things yet in the way of their prize. "Can you do that with multiples or one at a time?"

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