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Next to him, Lucca surveys the scene and gives him a small sidelong smile.

"A few metal barricades might do the job."

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"First thing's first."

Edward reached down into the ground with his mind as formulae flowed through his head. Suddenly, the ground started shaking, and with a roar of cracking stone, the chainlink fence grew upwards, until it was topping a ten foot tall wall of compressed stone complete with a walkway and crenelations.

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Lucca watches as the fortifications grow around them. Magic is a play of abstract forces in her world. It's still an amazing thing to her to see him conjure things seemingly from thin air, no matter how sound the formulae. When he stands, she hikes her bag up on her shoulder.

"I'll go and set up the sensor arrays. If anyone tries to rush this place, we'll know about it before THEY even do."

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"Hang on I'm not quite done..."

A bit more concentration, and the wall grows spiky gargoyle looking things on top, as well as bas relief skulls over the front gate.

"Much better."

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Lucca stares at the new additions.

"Uh. Ed? Don't you think that's a bit much? We're supposed to, you know, look good for the locals."

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"That's what I'm doing."

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"It's starting to look kinda, y'know, evil stronghold-y. Not exactly the effect we're going for."

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Ed folded his arms sulkily.

"It's not evil, it's COOL."

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"It looks like those spikes should have heads impaled on 'em." She adds pointedly.

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"Ugh, fine I'll tone it back."

Some more alchemy reduces the evil looking gargoyles to merely statues of guys in armor (http://www.toyshunter.it/store/images/D/SQ80925lg.jpg). The skulls over the gate were traded out for the Confuto Ordinatio emblem.

"Better?"

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"Well... Yeah, it's better. I guess." She concedes. Though the armor pattern looks oddly familiar. "It looks less like something that orc armies would spill out of, anyway."

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"Everyone's a critic..."

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A throat clearing nearby. Guybrush stands there, carrying a load of supplies. "Geez. You guys bicker like an old married couple. And I should know, I'm HALF of one." He drops the supplies down and walks off, shaking his head.

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Lucca responds to this, by making a noise very much like a mouse being stepped on.

"Ah, uh... I'm going to set up those arrays now. Work to do." She adds quickly and starts to shuffle away.

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Ed glares at Guybrush as he leaves, his face warming noticeably, "Nobody asked you!"

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A whistling sound can be heard in the air as several RPGs come sailing towards the fortifications.

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Edward ignores the RPGs. He is confident in the strength of his fort to hold them out, and instead goes about sending the remaining agents in the compound back to CO with orders to send a relief crew to hold down the fort as soon as possible.

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The RPGs maintain a steady fire, blanketing the wall in a cloud of smoke. Just as you are starting to grow accustomed to the barrage, a strange sound that could almost be described as "shimmering" can be heard just above, almost drowned out entirely by the explosions.

You also notice that your digital communication equipment is starting to go on the fritz.

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Edward tapped his communicator and peered at it as it started freaking out, then he shouted after Lucca, "Hey! Something's going wrong with the sci-fi stuff down here! Did you do something?"

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"I didn't do anything!" Comes the shout back. "But the sensors are losing it all of a sudden!"

She vaults the stair on her way down, and darts over to hammer at the keypads to the communicator. All it produces for her effort is a series of dull beeps. "It's gotta be a broad-spectrum frequency jammer! These guys are more organized than we thought! Ed, d'you send the support team back already?! Ohhhh no, it looks like we're on our own until the relief comes in!"

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A sleek silver mech descends upon the wall, a giant arm blade cleaving through the barricade like it was nothing. As it straightens, the generator on its back starts pulsing with silver energy as it charges forward, blade prepared as covering fire is laid down on your position by an airborne mech with a large sniper rifle, firing the same silver energy.

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"What, how... what is that thing MADE of?!"

Lucca is staggered. Any normal metal sword would have been dented like tinfoil against that barricade. And that silver energy...

She scrambles for her weapons, powering up her blaster. "ED! Hurry! We might still be able to take out the pilot before he gets here!"

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Ed mentally gibbers at his wall being taken down so easily for a moment, then starts pounding on his communicator, hoping something gets through. "BACK UP I NEED BACK UP I SWEAR I WILL EAT MY PRIDE BUT I CAN'T FIGHT A GODDAMN GUNDAM!"

While he made this dignified message, he raised a stone bar out of the ground at ankle height, hoping to trip the mech before it smooshed him to paste.

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