Tango Down (30)
The Banshees circled the foals ominously, sizing up their prey and maybe trying to decide how to split it up between the four of them. The foals just stood completely oblivious to the threat around them. Instead they seemed entranced by the horrible noise the Banshees made. I know that some kids have a taste for screamo, and heavy rap (neither of which I can understand how they're called “music”), but I never pegged these foals for liking the ear splitting noise. Maybe they only hear static? Either that or they're hearing something else.
“Carpe retract sonor” I whispered. It was an eavesdropping spell I made that pulled sound waves towards me like a gravity well. Unfortunately, it also drags in all the noise around and behind it no matter how much I narrow it. In other words, it would be impossible to hear a quiet conversation when the targets have a loud rock band behind them. Given what I know, it was the best I could do. I'll just have to make do with it for now.
The screeching died down until it was just ambient noise. One of the Banshees spoke up, facing the others, “Well done, sisters. For the first time in over a millennium, we can feast on the precious innocence again!” This one was a pegasus. I'm going to call her Airhead.
“Yes.” A unicorn Banshee said. She shall be Horny (pun very much intended). “I can't wait to eat!” She made to grab one of the foal but was slapped away by an Earth pony.
“You've waited this long, then you can wait a bit longer.” Earth said, “Besides, you don't get first dibs.” The two growled at each other but were silenced by the last one, a griffin.
“Both of you, shut up.” she said, smacking them both, “Now, we need to thank this nice young spawn for assisting us with our meal.” she gestured to the player, who chuckled and rubbed his tentacle arms together. Seriously, what the fuck is he? Some eldritch spawn?
“Oh don't mind me,” he said, “Just get on with your feeding. The less I see of these ponies, the better.”
The griffoness nodded, “Glad you see it that way. Now,” she turned to the foals, “Which one?” she circled around for a bit before picking up a rather chubby camomile foal. She lifted it to her face and opened her beak.
The griffoness didn't even have a chance to scream before the bullet took off her head, effectively killing her and dropping the dazed foal to the ground. “GO GO GO!!” I shouted and all of us charged out of the foliage. I raised a hand “Tri Depulso! Arania Carpe!” Three bone bolts shot out along with a spider silk net, effectively ensnaring the player before he could escape. “Emile! Dante! Grab the foals and take them back to the village!” I heard a swoosh of air as the two griffins dropped into the clearing and then leapt out again. I lined up my sights with another Banshee and fired...only to have the bullet pass straight through its head. “What the-?”
The other Banshees had all taken their hands and covered their faces like a certain terrifying statue and turned transparent. Suddenly, fog appeared and covered the ground up to our ankles. The ground trembled as several black, misshapen creatures emerged from the ground. Each one was about knee high and carried tiny toothpick swords. Alarm bells went off in my head as my brain struggled to remember why these guys were so familiar.
'Banshees. Can't be touched. Summon annoying little bastards.' I thought frantically, 'I Know these enemies. Wait a minute... they couldn't be touched as the creatures came out...OH! It's THAT Banshee! Fable 2, as fun as you were, your enemies were annoying as fuck.’
“Get rid of the ankle biters!” I cried out, “Once they're gone, we can hit the Banshees!” I switched to dual pistol form and shot at one of the creatures in front of me. Of course, now that I knew what they were, I also knew that a single bullet wouldn’t be enough, so I unloaded the entire clip on the bugger. For good measure, I grabbed it and chucked it at another of its friends that was about to sneak attack Arden. There’s no kill like the overkill. “Curl up and Die!” I shouted at the things as they twitched on the ground. I whipped around to attack another one, but I stopped. “What the-?”
The next creature was visibly no different from the others before but something was definitely off about this one. I couldn’t tell right away because the bugger leaped at me, sword flailing around. Luckily, I was still in my Base form so it passed through my body. Once again, I was glad to be a Night Shade, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to having stuff go through me. I reached back behind me and caught the thing in midair. I whipped around and got a good look at it. “Okay, that’s not supposed to happen.” I muttered.
The creature was still ugly as hell but now it was twice as big and just as ugly. It hissed and spit at me as it swung its toothpick of a sword. “Hmm, I wonder…” I glanced behind me towards the others, “Hey Meta! Pull!” I slung the vile creature up into the air and a second later, it burst apart in an explosion. However, I wasn’t watching that. Instead I watched the nearest creature suddenly grow in size along with all the rest.
“What’s going on?!” Pierce cried out as he barely avoided another attack. He jumped out of the way for Machete’s short sword to parry and cut the creature. She followed up with a powerful buck, knocking it into a tree. “This is bucking ridiculous!” she yelled.
“The more we kill, the bigger and stronger they get.” I shouted, “We need to kill them faster! Meta and Canis, keep an eye on the Banshees. As soon as one removes their hands, hit them hard!” I took a quick look around. Arden, Dirk and Diana were currently facing off against three buggers, with each one holding their ground. Canis was holding off two at one time, making sure to use them against each other. Machete just pinned hers to a tree with her sword and started to buck it repeatedly. Meta was raining blows with his bayonet while keeping close to the surrounding Banshees for a point blank shot. Pierce ran around flinging spells every which way as he was chased by one of the things. Mirage and Camo…wait, where’d they go?
‘Now’s not the time to worry. They're probably around here somewhere.’ I thought. I jumped back into the fray, literally. The bugger chasing Pierce didn’t even see me coming as I landed on him and unloaded a clip into his skull. “Surprise!” I said gleefully. It died and the others grew. “Pierce, go back up Machete!” The stallion gave a nod and ran off to her. “Aquila. Canis, duck!” I shot off a round, knocking one of the buggers off Canis’ back.
“Thanks” he said as he quickly dispatched both his assailants on the ground. The others grew to almost full human size now. Canis looked up and ran towards me, “Give me a boost!” I quickly turned to my dog form and cupped my hands, bracing for the weight. Canis stepped and leaped over everyone’s head, twisting through the air with his knife in paw and landed on one of the Banshees, stabbing her in the chest. Her minions were dead. She materialized fully and died with a ghastly shriek, but there were still two left.
“Show off!” Diana shouted at Canis, “Come on, Dirk. Let's show these boys how to really handle the bastards.”
Dirk grinned, “Sure thing. Hey, Sis! Catch!” She sidestepped the creature in front of her and bucked it over to Machete. With barely a glance, Machete raised her hind legs and gave a powerful kick, sending the thing flying back over to Diana. “It's all yours!” she said, before stabbing her opponent again and finishing it off.
Diana lifted her spear and braced it into the ground. The still growing creature fell back down and impaled itself on the spear tip. “That’s how you do it.” She said proudly. A spear flew past her head and impaled another creature about to strike her down. She jumped back in shock and turned to the origin of the spear.
“Don’t get too cocky, Di.” Arden said, “Else I might start to think you’re my brother rather than a sister.”
“Shut up!” Diana said, slugging him in the shoulder. An explosion tore through the air and we all turned to see Meta firing shot after shot at another Banshee that materialized. One left and there was two more of the creatures left. The two of them were big and burly, their tiny swords had turned into war hammers and they brandished them menacingly.
“Alright, this is the final stretch so don’t crap out now.” I said, back in my Base form, “Meta and Canis, keep an eye on the Banshee. Make sure she doesn’t escape. Pierce, stay back and sharpen our weapons with your magic. Everyone else, just pick one and fight.”
“Fine by me.” Dirk said before gripping her dagger in her mouth and charging the one on the left. She ducked under the creature's swing and slid under its legs past it. The creature bent over to follow but was promptly knocked over by Dirk's following buck. Soon enough, Machete and Diana joined the fight, which left me, Arden and the other bugger.
“So...” I asked him, “You want to go first?” The two of us watched the creature, waiting to move.
“You're the leader, don't you get first dibs?” Arden replied.
“It's polite to ask.” Sure, because the red shirts always die first 'And that's why I'm not going to put that color in the uniforms.' Still not going to stop the grunts from dying 'Fuck off.'
“I'll pass.”
I chuckled, “Just don't chicken out and let me do all the work.” I charged the beast, taunting it, “Hey, ugly! You couldn't hit a dead turtle!” The beast snorted and came up to meet me. It raised its hammer above its head and brought it down. I tried not to flinch as it passed through my body and slammed into the ground. “You missed.” I grinned and pointed my palms at the hammer, “Arania carpe.” More webs shot out and tied the hammer to the ground. The creature tried to pull his weapon back but it was stuck fast, but it wouldn't be for long. “Your turn, Arden.”
“Right.” Arden rushed forward, using the hammer's handle to run up and kick the monster in the face, causing it to lose its grip on its weapon. Arden jumped onto the creature's shoulders and spun his spear around, slamming the blunt end into the skull, further confusing it. The creature stumbled around disoriented, with arms flailing about to regain balance, but Arden held onto his spot on top. He grabbed the creature's face and yanked it up as he drew his spear hand back. In a flash, the spear went straight down the monster's gullet, turning it into an upside down shishkabob.
“Took you long enough.” Machete said. They had their opponent pinned to the ground with their weapons and Diana had just crushed its head with the hammer. From the looks of it, they were done well before us.
“You had more people to help.” Arden replied, “Doesn’t count.” Diana started to respond but I cut her off.
“Cut the chat. We’ve got more important things to do here. Now that these guys are dead, where’s-“
Shhiick! BOOM! BOOM!AAAAAAHHHHH!!
“That’s better.” I turned to see a half blown apart Banshee cut in half. The fires of the explosion burnt the remains of the Banshee to dust. “Now we’re almost done here, only a few things left to take care of. Has anyone seen Mirage or Camo?”
“Haven't seen either of them since the fight started.” Dirk said, “Maybe they ran off?”
“Seems likely. Mirage doesn't seem the fighter type.” Machete concurred.
“Even so, I'm still responsible for her and all of you.” I cupped my hands and shouted, “Mirage, where are you?”
“I'm still here.” The disembodied voice of Mirage squeaked out. We all looked to the source, but only found a large rock stuck in the ground. Suddenly, the rock dissolved to show the form of Mirage standing over the unconscious foals, her horn glowing with magic.
“Clever girl.” I muttered, “But we're still missing Camo.” I tapped my gemcomm, “Camo, where are you?” Bushes rustled nearby and the form a green pegasus popped out, dragging something behind him.
“Hey guys, look- OW!” he yelped as Dirk socked him in the shoulder, “What was that for?!”
Dirk punched him again, “For bailing on us. Where were you?”
Camo shot her a glare, “I was scouting the area for any more Banshees. I didn't find anything until I came across this thing.” He stood aside to show the weird hunchback thing from earlier, all tied up and covered in bruises. It was small, about the size of a go kart and had tentacles for limbs. His body was a misshapen mass of flesh as if a sculptor just crushed his clay model halfway back into a deformed ball. The silver aura still shone around him, almost covering his mottled yellow green skin. Judging from the remnants of my webs, he broke free and tried to make a run for it.
I stepped up and crouched down to face it. “Karma's a bitch, ain't it?”
“Fuck you.” he said.
“So why did you help the Banshees?” I heard the Voice giggle in the back of my head. Twenty questions, my favorite game.
“Because I could.” he said bluntly.
“Did you know what they were doing? Why they needed the foals?”
“Yeah, what's it to you? Are you their mum or something?” he laughed mockingly, “Oh that's rich!”
I smirked, “No. Just an unofficial guardian.”
“I don't give a shit what you are. I don't even give a fuck about the damn foals!” he shouted, “What the fuck did those little dipshits ever do for me? Nothing. These Banshee bitches promised me money for helping them. What's a kid's life for a fuck ton of gold?” The Dogs growled at him, but he pretended not to notice it nor the angry glares of the ponies. I was trying to keep myself from strangling the guy's neck, if he had one.
I'd suggest snapping his neck, but anatomy dictates that he doesn't have one.
'Not going to stop me from hurting him.'
You're bound and determined to make him pay, aren't you?
'He equates the value of life to money. He doesn't know what it's like to lose a life. How priceless it is to see people alive and well. It's not like you can pay someone to make a new one.'
I beg to differ. There's hookers not on birth control Okay, I had to laugh at that.
'Touche, but my point still stands. This bastard doesn't value life as it should be.'
If you're so adamant about punishing him, I have an idea.
'Does it involve me physically hurting him? I'm not doing that.'
Far from it. In fact, it's just as you said earlier: Karma's a bitch. On that note, he retreated to the depths of my mind. I reflected on his words, turning them over as I searched for the meaning of it. As I thought it over, I barely registered the others asking to move the player or what to do. I gave enough conscious effort to hold them off as I thought. I ignored the player's taunts to me and the others, only keeping my gaze on him.
Then it hit me. 'Oh. OH!' I thought, 'But what exactly could I do? It's not as if I can be protected from the FBI or whatnot if he actually dies in his simulator. Oh wait, I'm in a game held by a bunch of psychos. There's no way this is possibly allowed by the government by any standards. If we do die, they'll probably dump our bodies somewhere or burn them. Then again, I don't have to kill him, at least not now. In fact, he might be quite useful.'
I grinned, “What's your name?”
“Why should I tell you, shitsack?” he jabbed back. I just chuckled casually.
“Well, if you're not going to tell me, then I guess I have to come up with one for you. I can't always be calling you 'You'. How about...” I stroked my nonexistent chin in thought, then gave him a manic grin, “Test subject number one.”
His shit eating grin faltered, “What do you mean?”
“Let me put this in a way you can understand.” I said, steepling my fingers, “I don't give a shit what you are. What the fuck did you ever do for me? Nothing. What's a player's life for a lot of questions, answers and experiments?” I grabbed his face and smiled, “We're going to do so much...for science. Right now, sleep. Somnus.” The player fell limp. I stood up and turned to Camo, “You said you were tracking Banshees. Any sign of them?”
He nodded, “Yeah, heard some more shrieking deeper into the forest. However, they aren't staying still. After tonight, they'll be wanting to hide and gather strength.”
“Right. Mirage, how are the foals? Can they travel?”
Mirage poked the foals, checking for injuries, “They seem alright, but they're out cold. Emile and Dante are taking their sweet time coming back.”
“Hmm.” I tried to think up a plan to return the foals and chase the Banshees at the same time, but it would be hard to do both at the same time. Wait, why can't I do both? “We'll take them with us. I have some questions to ask them and after we clear the Everfree, we'll return the foals as soon as possible.” I tapped my gemcomm, “All Freelancers, return to the ship and make for the Everfree Forest. I repeat, return to the ship and make for the Everfree Forest.”
“What about the others?” Arden asked, “Not everyone can fight like we did tonight.”
“Of course not,” I replied, “But that changes tonight.”
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…Nice threat, Dr. Lecter
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it was one of the chaps I rewrote. I didn't have an editor during that time to fix the little details like that
I'll fix it later if I can.
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okay, I looked over that chap again and I can see that you skipped a line somewhere.
It was his mana bar that was nearly drained along with the energy he got from the food earlier that day. After the little quest, his mana bar refilled and extended a bit. As for his life energy, he still had enough to make it through the day and a few more. if he felt drained in any way, it was from stamina (somehow).
I've been seeing these "Chess game of the Gods" fics everywhere, and i'm confused as hell, so can someone enlighten me as to what the shell they are?
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it was originally started by Rust who wrote "Ballad of Echo the Diamond Dog" about a human getting tossed into Equestria by Discord, a guy named Blackwing had the same general idea so they did a crossover, suddenly people decided they wanted to be in the same "universe" that those two had created and it started a chain reaction. in order to keep it all under control the Chess Game of the Gods was formed. now there are dozens if not over a hundred fics written that were inspired by this universe, it's an incredibly massive group effort crossover.
about two dozen authors are considered "canon" and have the ability to affect the universe at the moment, I can barely imagine how difficult it must be to keep everything even fairly accurate.
Oh boy! New Chess fic! Jumping on the "Rust"y bandwagon, I see?
Wait...
30 chapters...
September?
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK! NOW ANOTHER STORY IN MY READ LATER LIST UNTIL I CATCH UP!
PISS!
BUT I'M EXCITED!
AND MY BODY IS READY!
2531139 Not even that. If you're a stealth class, you use stealth. He just blatantly waltzes right into the middle of the camp in a disguise completely noticeable and almost immediately starts drawing attention to himself... he really doesn't have the personality type for stealth. To impatient and flashy.
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I see you're referring to the scene with the Dog raid on the village.
Initially he had been stealthy in picking off some of the idiots who followed Swift. His plan was to try and infiltrate by taking dog form. However, he didn't account for the fact that he might smell different which tipped off the dogs, even if they didn't hear the dying screams. Once the dog yelped when he died, the others would have been on high alert, making them unpredictable as a new enemy. The best course of action would have been to rush in before they tried to escape since he needed the ship.
Stealth can only go so far before it becomes a firefight.
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I never said it was Xbox
...I'm not the only one that wants to see Test Subject Number One test an Aerial Faith Plate with no long fall boots, right? And then sent into the room where robots scream at you.
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This is the darkness. All of that is relative to them. Right now he's just blunt about it. Later on he'll be more subtle as a true evil being should be. Also, he gets worse. Much worse.
2531735 ok, incoming bitch fit, so if you're sensitive to that sort of criticism then you've been warned. Otherwise I'll try to give you actually relevant criticism. Keep in mind, I haven't read past that chapter.
Alright, you say he was planning on infiltration, but you never actually explained anything like that in the chapter, instead it just comes out like "oh, got a disguise so I can go out into the sun and kill them now." Which is actually the only apparent reason it seems he even got it for.
"Okay, I'm going to take it from here. Regroup back with the others and await my signal. I'm going to play with the puppies." I said as I reloaded my pistol. Swift nodded and scurried into the tall grass and out of sight.
Kill them all! Strip their flesh and let the blood spill! Carve them up! Make them your slaves! Kill!
I made my way to the village center, not even trying to hide now. On the way, I double checked my gun, knife and my projects I brought with me. I turned the corner and saw everything as Swift described it to me, though minus a few dogs. I saw the leader, a tall, steel grey, barrel-chested dog point at me, "Who are you?"
see that? That's the view of giving absolutely no fucks. You said "he just didn't account for the fact that he smelled different" but he never even bothered to figure that out before just strolling on in. Besides which, someone trying to be stealthy could surely come up with more than "oh, if they smell me they'll know I'm different somehow, even if they don't know exactly how and I could just say I got rolled in a plant or something... ABANDON STEALTH AND ATTACK!!!"
He could have, as an example just off the top of my head stuck to moving on the outskirts, making up a task he had to do if asked, made his way to the leader and shot him since even handguns have a range of more than... y'know, ten fricken feet. And as I recall, he had a rifle on top of that.
My next nit to pick is the fight itself. Now, I know that your guy apparently 'studied karate, and jujitsu, and bak-choy' and had a brother in the military and anything else you just so happened to throw in there. But, that most certainly doesn't make him Ezio. Ezio had a lifetime of training, and experience in specifically those types of fights and he still lost. So given that, how did your hunter/weekend warrior win the fight he couldn't? You could say 'oh, he has enhanced reflexes, strength, and is basically invulnerable as far as regular melee weapons are concerned'
And to that, I would have to say A.) Marty Stu, and B.) That still doesn't explain him only getting hit once pretty much that entire fight.
Further, that 360 no-scope "I'm the star of the show" mentality may be fine for Black ops, but sniper classes in games with even a hint of tactical realism places snipers in their actual roles, I.e. they point out enemy positions, make small tactical strikes, scout unknown terrain to help grunts avoid traps and starvation... in short, snipers aren't hot shots they're supports. And any game with tactical realism makes sure to punish people who try to play them selfishly.
"so what?" I can hear you asking. "What does your bullshit have to do with my story?" Well I'm so glad you (hypothetically) asked. You see, you make it a point to let everyone know 'this is a game' and what's more, this is a game with more tactical realism than any other video game ever created. In short, your guy is out to peak his KDR, and because of his class that attitude would realistically screw himself, and all of his allies in a major way. And despite how Blackwing writes, a certain amount of realism is vital to a good story.
Wow... That was originally supposed to be me showing you why he wasn't suited for sniper class... wonder how it turned into that giant rant? ...Oh well. I'm going to leave you alone now, I think I've wasted enough time writing such a long critique that nobody is going to care about on my Kindle. -_-'
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You'll see in 4 chapters from where you are.
2554603 You're the greatest :)
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He's going to become a Sith lord, isn't he!?
2529831 incredibly. But, that's why they made the "non-canon" side of these fics, as well as the ones who are in the "wrong" time zone. It makes things easier.
Ok, we've got 20 chapters worth of ground to cover so let's get right to it.
The first thing I've noticed is how little your story seems to care about the day/night cycle. The sun can murder you, and it can do it fast. I know you've got other forms, and can therefore avoid damage from the sun but that shouldn't make it any less important. For example, when I play Dawnguard (Skyrim DLC) the vampires there can't be killed directly by sunlight, but their regeneration stops. This can be worked around by wearing gear that boosts your regeneration in certain areas, so while it's slow regen it's... acceptable. Now despite the fact that I've found an acceptable substitute for my natural regen abilities, the day/night cycle still affects my vampiric gameplay in a major way. In fact, I never go out during the day unless it's absolutely necessary. So, given that, why would you intentionally cripple yourself by keeping your diurnal (daytime) cycle, despite being a nocturnal (nighttime) creature? My suggestion is to flip the crew's work schedules from day to night.
On the same topic, you should have minor passive De-buffs from the sun, even outside of your base form. For example, sunlight could be far brighter than it normally would be forcing you to squint during the daytime and making it harder to see things (again, just as an example.)
My suggestion would be to throw these in with the blindsense and have it be something like 'the more powerful you get, the more strongly you're affected by your weaknesses.'
Now, on the flip side of this, one thing that has been confusing the hell out of me during this entire story is the fact that Gunhaver, a nightshade, a creature created to slink through the shadows never to come out during the light of day, would be crippled by darkness. Seriously, what possible reason could he ever need a light for? He was created to live in the darkness. Even if he can't see, he should have something that would allow him to navigate terrain effectively even in perfect darkness.
Now, since it's already cannon in your story that he can't, the only way I can see you fixing this is by giving him 'blindsense' as a level perk.
So, that's it for his day/night light/dark things let's talk about his current abilities. Namely his (what I'm dubbing) 'shadow meld'. He can melt into the shadows and swiftly travel anywhere that is linked to his shadow completely undetected. I mean, I don't know about you but that is a fantastic ability that Gunhaver is completely ignoring except when he needs some 'personal time'. In short, you should definitely try to do more with that since it has so much potential that is being completely wasted.
Ok, let's see. Got the day/night cycle, got the blindsense, got the shadow meld... what else?
Ah, fighting. You're still not really fighting like his class should. He's not an 'up close and personal' guy. He's an assassin (I went back to check), and should be treating his combat style like he is. Now, that being said you've done a fantastic job of toning down the op, so if you fix that then you've really fixed anything I can complain about in that department.
.....Then again, his justification for picking assassin was basically 'free points'. So I s'pose this is one of 'those' games. Still a little annoying, but that's more of a personal problem at this point.
I'm sure I'm missing something but for right now, all I can think about is that Gunhaver really should be able to turn into a tree... he did consume a few after all.
Achievement unlocked:
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Cave Johnson, we're done here.
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No it's not story canon. It's a spoof. Just meant for a few horrible laughs
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I always had bad luck against them in Combat Evolved. After that game, they were a lot easier. Something about The Library made it hard...
>>> Maximum difficulty while on single player.
>>> Get molested in library repeatedly by that rocket launcher one that somehow reloads it instantly.
>>> Die a bunch
LET THE HUNT BEGIN!!
And they've even got some wonderful bait!
wait a second....I'm out of chapters to read?! NOOO!
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Those security drones are called sentinels... just wanted to put that out there...
Unless you're thinking of something else and I just made a fool of myself.
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They look something like these right? If so... then they're sentinels.