3rd platoon post here


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Before leaving the barracks, Mithas stands in front of Xion, and shakes his hand.     Then in a deep voice, "Your vote of confidance is appreciated."  He waits to see if Xion has anything to say.  After conversations, Mithas will make his way out of the barracks and prepare to meet Zed.

Xion nods to Mithas, "I know you risked you own neck to save Fearless out there. That tells a man alot about the character of a soldier. And admit it or not, you earned the respect of everyone here with your actions. You have proven a sound combatant, and I believe they will follow you." Xion turns to all those assembled, "I may not be the most inspirational leader in this war, but I'll be damned if any of you are ever left behind or doubt my merit as a soldier, an ally, and hopefully, if we make it out alive as a friend. I have not had command of a unit such as this before, and I want you all to know you are damn fine soldiers, and it is an honor to fight beside you on the front lines."

Xion knew he wasn't the best leader in the world, spec ops were so much different than this type of outfit, but everyone here had proven themselves over and again on the field ob battle, and Xion would die before letting one of them remain on the battle field like last time...
This message was last edited by the player at 22:59, Thu 14 Sept 2006.

The 6'5 power house, ex-crazy, stands tall at the back of a large military truck. Walls extend from the back of the truck, each containing several weapons on display. A few tables have been set up, and crates as well. It is a portable weapons store.

Several other mercenary-type people surround him, including; A female Cyber Knight, A juicer, A Quebec-Made Heavy Cyborg (heavily modified, and scuffed up), An equally tall, and bulky human - a Mystic Knight, an obvious western gunslinger of sorts, and two other armour clad Mercs (one of which operated out of his APC repairing anything that uses a battery.

Zed is wearing the lower half of a modified Gladius Exoskeleton, and a black tank top. He has only three magnets (as opposed to the usuall dozen or so) protruding from his skull, with a large pistol at his side. Spotting the platoon making their way over he waves them over.

The Mystic Knight, who was engaged in a friendly conversation with Zed, turns to face the group as they approach, then stands motionless, with his arms crossed.

As they move towards Zed, Xion looks to SilverMasque and Mithas, "Guys, I have the groups, if you have problems with them let me know please. Mithas, you get Ulik, Mephisto, and Atilla. Masque, that leaves for you Arven, Lotus, and Fearless. Can those groups be managed? Masque I put both Lotus and Arven in your squad because they seem to have some repoire with one another."

Mithas nods his head indicating to Xion that he understands.  Not knowing too much about the three in particular other than Mephisto was probably more powerful than him.  He straitens to his full hight and contiues walking with the squad.

   Lotus walks up to Zed's equipment depot with her helmet tucked under one arm alongside Arven.  In the light of outdoors it can bee seen that her armour has been neatly repaired where she took the rail gun rounds the day before.  She peruses the wares but is really only interested in two things: a new hovercycle and explosives, preferebly a grenade launcher and some anti-personnel land mines.

Mithas is looking over the hovercycles when Lotus walks up behind him.  He moves aside for her to see what she needs but continues looking.  His shopping list includes a rocketlauncher as well as a new hovercycle.  Maybe there's something infused with magic?  That would be a steal.

 [That's Mithas not Masque on that one thar, Xion... I was trying to help from my shellhole, never got a chance to. ^_^ ]

 After the briefing, the big tiger happily falls in, strolling along as he tries to find a way to make a pair of cybernetic rebreathers produce enough airflow to blow smoke rings from his cigar...

 "I am getting second pick, da?" he asks with another grin as Xion hands out the assignments, before glancing sidelong at 'his' trio, "Eastwood, Fearless... and of course pretty little Lotus - is whole lot of hurt to be dropping on anyone, if they can be following orders. Of course, is only my problem if you are being out of action." - and there's a happy thought to offer the officer commanding.

 After leaving the briefing he picks up his pack before hitting the resupply tent, which now has a new toy to counterbalance the NG plasma cannon - one of Wellington Industries infamous grenade launcher rifles, which to be truthful leaves precious little that Zed can supply the big Russian... not that this stops him from asking.

 "So, you are having new toys for big heroes to make explosions with, da?"

"Sounds good boss. So you got the A-Team and the B-Team." Arven smiles over at Mithas and says jokingly, "Go B-Team!" When they reach the supply tent Arven throws a sack full of depleted e-clips over to one of Zeds underlings. He kneels down so he can get a better look at the equipment scattered about. Now that he is almost eye level with Lotus he asks, "So do you think Hulan will come through with anything special for us? They really ought to ya know. I mean get serious we handed them Emperor fucking Prosek and we got a 10K credstick. That is like getting slapped in the face with a dead horses cock."

When Zed walks over Arven asks, "Hey there slapnuts what is the biggest fucking gun ya got back there. I can handle anything and most with one hand. I am in serious need of something with range. Oh and ya got any magic shit?

Van hears the squad breakdown. "So I guess in special teams I'm with you and the sergeant?" he asks Xion, "Cool..."

When getting his chance he goes to Zed and asks "Show me where you keep the TW gear. I think it's time for a full equipment change..."

"Yes, Van, the squads were for Mercs. As I understand you are militia I didn't assign you to one of the smaller squads. Let's see what kind of goodies Zed has, we can further discuss strategy then." Xion says moving up to Zed, "I need something for melee combat, and something with very, very long range, what might you have that would fit for me Zed."

Zed stares at Lotus like he knows her. He continues the stare until she glares back at him. Then he looks away, and deals with the first one to his truck.



To Silvermasque "Yup"

To Arven "Magic is gay. I don't carry that stuff. That is his business"
He points a thumb towards the massive mystic knight beside him.
As for your range problem How about this." Zed picks up a large, sleek rifle. On the side is... "This here is your CTT-M20 Coalition Missile Rifle. This will solve all your problems."

To Van "Talk to him you scrawny little fag-boy."

To Mithas "Those are free burger-man. Just take one you like."

To Xion "For close combat I have Coalition, and Quebec Vibro-blades. If you want anything fancy - I think you want him as well. But If you want my advice, if you are cornered, and you run out of your precious mystic energies... you will wish you took a vibro-blade. They're cheap as dirt. As for your range problem, I think you are looking for this. This is a Quebec-made Q2-20 Light Laser and Grenade Launcher Infantry standard. This is what is workin for the french poufters up north to keep the Coalition back."

Fearless approaches Xion. He seems to be in fine health. His wounds appear to be healed, and he is back to his healthy self.

"Gruk tik luk'uaran rauf un esturk Mithas ikfrit trah"
(the language is Orcish)