110 Into The Atlantic Rim III : Negotiation (2/2)

”Are you sure you want to take that gamble, my crew are probably getting into position to blow you all to molten slag and metal if I'm not out in 30 minutes. By then it wouldn't matter what you do, you will lose both your life and the weapons, as the sea itself would swallow it back.” I said to her as I relaxed my back on the seat and crossed my legs.

I'm sure I looked s little too comfortable, so much so that I had Raven Song sending me chat messages and asking if I had a plan. This was the one advantage players had over the 'NPCs/AIs' the communicator on our wrist was no different from a phone, but the players could still chat and send message using the system.

”You know what I think, I think you're bluffing!” the leader said to me as she slammed her palms on her desk, is that supposed to intimidate me or something.

”Oh really now? You don't say.” I replied nonchalantly with a dull smirk on my face.

”You might be showing this calm and collected attitude, but everyone knows the Ion Pulse Cannon is a weapon for off world combat. Not only is it expensive to make, no body in their right minds would place such a treasure on an old ship! So trust me when I say, no fictional canon is going to save you from what's to come. So make this easier on both of us, and offer yourself up to be killed. This weapon will only bring a traveler like you great misfortune, and since you can come back from the dead, I promise to give you a rewarding compensation for the loss of the weapon.” The leader said to me, I could hear the desperation in her tone and voice, but I ignored her and turned to Raven Song.

”She thinks I'm bluffing, and even better she wants to me to give then my head on a platter. Tell me Raven what do we do?” I asked with nonchalance as I uncrossed my legs and moved it under the desk.

”Well it looks like we're not getting out of here without a fight captain, sooo?” Raven song dragged out his 'So', but basically he meant…..let's dance.

The desk in front of us was funnily enough the only thing made of wood in this office. Heck even the cups on it were metal, but since it was made of wood, it meant I had enough strength for my next course of action. I leaned back and kicked the edge of the table, sending it blasting back as it smashed into the sternum of the leader, pushing her backwards as she crashed into her comrades, all of them sprawled on the ground in a tangled and I'm very sure painful heap.

It would have been just my luck if all of them were mowed over by the table, but the guy with the spear jumped over and pulled out a massive assault rifle, complete with a futuristic tech glow that gave a promise that any hit from that thing would hurt like a motherfucker! He didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, but Raven Song was already in front of me, slamming his tower shield on the ground and intercepting all of what I'm sure plasma blasts.

When you think about it, a gun was faster than a bow, and the only reason I've been able to go beat my opponents with a bow, is because none of them used guns, or guns that were powerful enough. I beat Qitar because at that point in time, both our weapons seemed to be evenly matched, plus I had experience, and there's a balance within LDO that let fantasy weapons match up with sci fi ones. However there will always be advantages to hot weapons as opposed to cold ones. The rate of fire, plus the need to not have to string a new arrow every time you've shot the first.....damn it! I've not been really smart with my choices. The next time Skye gets a new form, I'll choose a gun. And if it's possible, I'll change her bow form to a sniper form. But never the less, I can worry about that a little later in the future, because for now I was in the middle of a fight for my life, and bow or not.....I have to kick ASS!