"Silvermasque," Lt. Drake suggests.  "His specs say he's outfitted for stealth, he's probably the best we've got left at the moment."

Regarding the flaming woman for a moment further, he nods.  "Would you be willing to show one of our men where you saw those reinforcements?"

One of Brun's great hands waves Cpl. Man off to underground duty -- with unspecified difficulties down below, they likely could use his assistance.

The long-haired Atlantean frowns, her brow furrowing lightly.

"More or less a straight path in that direction," she said, pointing along their backgrail.  "If they are still there, they will be difficult to miss.  If you have injured," she continues after a moment's hesitation, "I am a physician.  I have supplies, but they are back with my car."

"Masque, follow this trail, do your best to not be seen. This nice lady says there is a patrol of CS troops there. You need to know how many, how far, and how long til they arrive if they are still on course here."

"easily my multilimbed aquaintence, and if these 'Coalition' types are such a problem I can help keep them busy"
Cannon grabs a burning tank and pushes it over to the bridge sideways to make a barrier.

(GM edit : there are no APCs on the surface. So I allowed you to move a tank instead).
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(OOC - Silvermasque and Ahnaka - assuming you both accept to scout ahead - you can both post in the new thread.)

Mephisto returns with marlene's ATV and pulls it up next to Lieutenant Xion. The shifter then hops out to help load what Silvermasque and Magnet Man had collected.

 Xion's order comes in as 'Masque is returning with the shattered and totally destroyed hulk of the Chromium Commndo in tow, dragging it behind him with several Coalition figures in shattered or battered armour in his arms.

 He drops the former by the rally point for 3rd Platoon, then sets the Coalition personel down with the others he's managed to recover from the blast-torn landscape during the course of the last five to ten minutes, before offering the small elven Mage an upper-armed salute and leaning close to him to reply.


 Whatever is said doesn't carry, but when it's time to head out, the large, armoured figure starts to bound towards the back-trail with those accustomed twenty-yard strides of his, one of the two grenade launchers unslung once more and held carbine-style in two arms...

Xion nods to Masque

"Im gonna ride on top of that big ass ATV there but in case it gets blown up I would appreciate a ride outta here big fella." Arven says in what passes for the nicest he has probably talked to anyone except Lotus. Of course even she catches a fair share of his barbs. Looking over at Avery and then back at Xion the Rahu-Man says. "Right...perimeter duty boss." He then heads off towards the foxhole that served him and Lotus so well during the battle. It allows him a clear view of the bridge and the road. On the way over he steps by the mauled wreckage of the terror troopers he and Masque downed and will relieve them of whatever weapons they were carrying. He will basically just sit in the foxhole trying to rest since his adrenaline all dumped and now he is recovery mode.

Dozens of weapons are gathered - rifles, pistols and grenades mostly. The atlanteans were armed with varied alien weapons from their island. The skelebots are completely destroyed - nothing salvagable is left of any of them.

The rolling thunder, the mountaineer, and the trailblazer are all here now and everybody's hovercycles are near by.

All of the dead Pluto members are loaded first - with all of their equipment. Followed by the Coalition and Atlantis loot.

Arven finds what he is looking for among the bodies.


Mithas charges from the tunnel entrance, and collapses to his hands and knees desperately out of breath, and covered in blood and chunks of flesh.

After him comes a body mystically flying through the air. It blasts out of the tunnel entrance like a dart, then lands softly next to Mithas. It is The Madness is a brutally battered suit of armour. It was a new-ish suit of CS juicer armour - but now is coverd in plasma burns and laser holes - one horn has been melted off. One such hole has burned a golf-ball sized hole through his guts. Madness is bleeding out and will be dead in a matter of minutes.

Van follows the others - he is fine and carrying Braga. Braga is burnt badly and his legs have been blown off. He will likely die before Madness. Van rest him on the ground then sits on his board to catch his breath.
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Van regains himself quickly and meets Xion on his way over.

"Madness and Braga are dying sir! Mithas seems fine... but the rest of the first assault team is dead - and so is Anniyan and Caramon. The first APC has been taken - two prisoners were rescued and they have joined Tyirrak in his team to rescue the rest. A psi-stalker named Na-Wa and a human named Jack..."

Van looks to Dalamar as he mentions the death of his brother...

Wafting through the air, still flickering with ethereal flames, the tattooed woman moves toward the battered, retreating forces emerging from the tunnel mouth.  Taking in the scene, she touches a blood-dripping rose tattoo on her shoulder and moves to touch the gravely injured Braga.

"Hold still, I'll see if I can keep some life inside you," she says, a soft glow surrounding her hands before sinking into the dying Simvan.

After a minute, she turns her attention to the battered Crazy, laying her healing hands upon him as well.

 'Masque is gone for some short amount of time, probably getting a better count of the enemy forces. But at least there's no heavy weapons-fire going on up there.
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   After a long pause, Dalamar's frigid stare meets the eyes of the techno-wizard.  A slight twitch appears at the edge of his mouth.  "Where exactly is the body?"  Dalamar asks in a flat, unemotional manner.

Watching the actions of the mostly naked chick the giant gargoyle-thing strokes his chin in thought
"hmm, well I know and recognise tattoo magic...."

Mephisto walks casually up to Cannon Fodder and introduces himself,

"My name is Mephisto, what is yours? You must be a powerful being, I am glad to be in your presence. This situation you have gotten yourself into is not a good one I assure you. If you walk out of this area the Coalition will surely blame you for what has happened here... what say you work for me Cannon? I will pay you well,  and you can keep what you make available. what do ya say?"

Just for claricfication: above the surface are :

Silvermasque - away scouting

Xion
Mephisto
Arven
Attila
Mithas

Razgriz
Jelme
Obidiah
Reginald

Drake

Madness
Braga

Cannon Fodder
Ahnaka

OOC - And Dalamar

Madness's ever-open eyes are fixed on the sky, even as he propels himself telekinetically toward the sound of familiar voices. He leaves a trail of blood behind him until Ahnaka lays her hand upon him. When she does, he begins to exit his torpor and looks toward her. Her silhouette against the sky looks almost familiar...

"Mother? I -- I didn't think -- you came..."

But then he is insane and has just come from a brush with death, so a lot of women might look like his mother right about now (whatever horrible woman that must have been). Still though, his pale blue eyes won't leave Ahnaka, looking up at her with a childlike innocence.

Mithas looks to Dalamar and considers how to phrase his answer...

"Caramon is about halfway down, by the hovercycles. He has no legs..."

   Dalamar's eyes dart up to look at the Minotaur.  He stares at him for a few seconds after he stops talking before suddenly turning and walking toward the entrance to the tunnel.  He walks briskly and then, just as he walks through the long shadow of a nearby tree, he vanishes.  Only to reappear a second later.  He vanishes and reappears again and again as he moves from tree shadow to tree shadow.  Not a very effective use of the shadow meld spell, Dalamar is more focused on reaching his destination than remaining unseen at the moment.  Stealth will become important very shortly, he suspects.

The bleeding has stopped, both Madness and Braga should survive. Braga is still circumstancial however... his legs have been blown off.... part of his thighs are still attached.

"We had to leave Sharps' body down there... Takimatsu was pulled inside before the fusion block went off... there was nothing left... we had Harmons, and Fearless' bodies at one point, after Zephram covered a grenade... that's when the reinforcements came. They killed a few - but the Coalition covered us in grenades. Madness took a shot, and we were covered in Marlenes' pieces, and the bodies were decimated. Anniyan charged them in a suicide attack..."

Mithas realizes he is ranting, and looks around to see if Xion is still paying attention

"They died well sir. Deaths to be remembered, sir!"

Seeing that the Simvan will likely survive -- whether he'd want to or not, considering his current condition -- Ahnaka turned her attention to getting the Crazy back on his feet.

"Hush, be quiet, let mother take care of you," she reassured the injured man.  If it would keep him from thrashing about, so much the better.

If he tried to nurse, however, all bets were off.

Maintaining contact with him, she continued to unleash pulses of healing energy into his ravaged body.

The undead carry all of the salvageable weapons, helmets, armour from the fallen soldiers back to the ATVs. There are over a dozen functioning Northern Gun hovercycles as well.

The prisoners Arven killed on the way over before the Atlanteans came were two of the dog boys near where 4th platoon was at the end of the battle. - for reference.

Since the tornado had dropped, the juicers Razgriz had animated during the battle, and the cyborg they had shot up had landed in the road.

Razgriz and Reginald find the Cyborg begging for mercy. It is now a massive, and battered torso with a large cable, and several other wires in place of legs, and it only has one arm - which it is using to prop itself up off the ground to "beg".

Looking down at Mephisto
"are you in charge of this, troupe?"