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Cortez Vega
Boom, baby! Hahaha!
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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Moonscar, as played by Sennen
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So begins...
Cortez Vega's Story
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Cortez sailed on the other side of the Scraper mech, deploying another large bomb across its back. While it struggled to recover, the Mexican man stretched a hand out to Midge in greeting, a dazed, comical, loving look in his eyes.
"Corazon! We reunite, ah? Love always finds a way to connect those who are destined to be!" he wooed, stroking the large black mustache that adorned his lip. The mech shot at him with hardly a moment's notice, and his features turned to a scowl.
"Hey, hey! Don't you know it ain't polite-" He stood up onto the bike, pushing forward the handles, "-to interrupt a man when he's busy tryin' to speak to a lovely senorita, eh?"
The hood of the bike, which was more massive than any other, rolled back and popped open. Beneath, the glowing of much more than the force lifters lit up Cortez's face in blue. He pulled at the handles again, and they were released from the sides, coming with a squeak in front of Cortez. The sides of the handles had buttons.
From the hood came what looked almost exactly like a Gatling gun. Except that it was glowing with plasma energy. Cortez grinned.
"Boom, baby."
With a push of a button, his bike was forced backwards with the sheer force of the gun's fire as it unleashed hell onto the Scraper.
"Corazon! We reunite, ah? Love always finds a way to connect those who are destined to be!" he wooed, stroking the large black mustache that adorned his lip. The mech shot at him with hardly a moment's notice, and his features turned to a scowl.
"Hey, hey! Don't you know it ain't polite-" He stood up onto the bike, pushing forward the handles, "-to interrupt a man when he's busy tryin' to speak to a lovely senorita, eh?"
The hood of the bike, which was more massive than any other, rolled back and popped open. Beneath, the glowing of much more than the force lifters lit up Cortez's face in blue. He pulled at the handles again, and they were released from the sides, coming with a squeak in front of Cortez. The sides of the handles had buttons.
From the hood came what looked almost exactly like a Gatling gun. Except that it was glowing with plasma energy. Cortez grinned.
"Boom, baby."
With a push of a button, his bike was forced backwards with the sheer force of the gun's fire as it unleashed hell onto the Scraper.
"Hey! Hey, don' worry, chica! I gatcha, I gatcha!" Cortez reassured her, lighting up onto the plasma fire. It had opened up a neat hole in the armor. Not to anything fatal to the machine, but something he could use nevertheless.
His bike swooped down, and from the sides, four mechanic arms unfurled and latched onto the corners of the Scraper's plate armor. As the mech's arms thundered down, Cortez rivaled it with the power of his own bike.
"Rápido, Florecita! Quickly!"
His bike swooped down, and from the sides, four mechanic arms unfurled and latched onto the corners of the Scraper's plate armor. As the mech's arms thundered down, Cortez rivaled it with the power of his own bike.
"Rápido, Florecita! Quickly!"
"Anything for my flower, Midge!" Cortez called back. He pushed two great handles upon the dashboard forth, fighting against the Scraper's arms. "Work quickly, ah? I can't hold it back too long!"
The man grit his teeth, bringing his brows together. It was not just the strength of the bike he was using, but his own. The legs of the bike skidded as the mech began to win the battle.
The man grit his teeth, bringing his brows together. It was not just the strength of the bike he was using, but his own. The legs of the bike skidded as the mech began to win the battle.
The setting changes from wing-city-gardens-south to Wing City
"You sure, girl? Is gonna be a long fall!" he argued. As his bike began to go down with the machine, however, he took no hesitation to pull his bike back and hover in the air.
"Ai! Midge!" he called as the machine crashed into the ground. A worried expression passed his face.
"Ai! Midge!" he called as the machine crashed into the ground. A worried expression passed his face.
"Yeah, I gotcha!" he cried. The sigh of his bike could be heard nearing her position. However, it quickly subsided.
"Ahh...I think someone else is better for da job, amigo. Hey! No shovin', yeah? She's alright!"
Someone wasn't listening to Cortez, and someone landed right on top of the mech, panicked breathing audible below the layers of metal. Bright light could be seen cutting into the pod where Midge had caged herself, drawing all the way in a circle. It was removed, revealing Ace's worried expression.
"W-what are you doing!"
"Ahh...I think someone else is better for da job, amigo. Hey! No shovin', yeah? She's alright!"
Someone wasn't listening to Cortez, and someone landed right on top of the mech, panicked breathing audible below the layers of metal. Bright light could be seen cutting into the pod where Midge had caged herself, drawing all the way in a circle. It was removed, revealing Ace's worried expression.
"W-what are you doing!"
A hand came down onto his shoulder. His head lashed back fiercely at Cortez, who didn't even flinch. "Calm down, amigo. She's fine."
"I was more concerned about you, so its a little busted, but not beyond repair." He used his thumb to point behind him. "Is there."
Ace followed her, watching like a hawk, his bike discarded beside the mech. "What happened? Why are there Scrapers here? I thought we escaped them when we...you know!"
Ace followed her, watching like a hawk, his bike discarded beside the mech. "What happened? Why are there Scrapers here? I thought we escaped them when we...you know!"
The setting changes from wing-city to Main Street
Cortez landed a heavy hand onto Ace's shoulder. "He always gets like this, amigo. It's only his fourth, after all. Runner's ain't used to deh gritty stuff," he said, shaking his head. He pat the young boy, then glanced at Midge.
"Dah Scraper gotcha good, uh?" he said. "Plasma getcha? Das wha' it look like."
Ace squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to talk, refusing to even look at anything.
"Dah Scraper gotcha good, uh?" he said. "Plasma getcha? Das wha' it look like."
Ace squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to talk, refusing to even look at anything.
“
*feels a slight tremor of energy*
”
Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
“
Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
”
“
Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
”
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