Major Zor Karno (PC)

Lieutenant Tyirrak (PC)

Sgt. Jack (PC)

Sgt. Dresteran (NPC)

Pvt. Calliandra O'Hare (NPC)

Pvt. Karnon (PC)

- no rank - Attila (NPC)

Mercenary Sergeant Jelme (NPC)

Mercenary Sergeant Tecumseh (PC)

Ahnaka (PC)

Maeth (NPC)

Photios (PC)

Oksana (PC)

Lord Osema (PC)

Gendun (NPC)

Klowkuh (NPC)

Reginald (PC)
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:07, Tue 29 May 2007.

Arriving, Karnon had little carried with him beyond the hovercycle and the energy rifle. The wolfen dismounted and immediately began searching for a map. Once found, he took it with him to debriefing, and carried it while the unit rearrangements were made.

When given a moment of rest, he unrolled it, studied it for a while and then cast a teleportation spell, vanishing instantly.

Roughly an hour later, he reappeared where he had been standing, now fully equipped. He was swathed in grey and blue robes, lined in red, covering some small amount of armor. A pistol was now at his belt and a Judgement Day rifle over his back. A scroll-case hung off his belt, and several talisman's were draped over his neck, and when his sleeves rolled up at least four more could be seen imbedded in the armor of his forearm.

Most importantly, he was now completely clean and groomed well. Sharply intelligent pale blue eyes stared from the Wolfen's face, as he studied his new company, his new platoon.

Behind the mercenary trader - Zed, a scrolling-text news report supplies updates and strategies regarding the war.



- Four more Tolkeen towns destroyed by advancing Coalition forces.
- Tolkeen forces recue over a dozen prisoners from the clutches of The Coalition.
- Coalition has increased the use of psychics that interfere with magic. Recent studies have revealed that if the caster focuses his intent and purposely exerts his magic potential - the magic can beat the psionic interference. If you notice your magic is not working properly, try to use more energy than usual.

Obidiah has no need to resuply. Or eat, drink, sleep, breathe nor any other bodily or basic human functions anymore. Once a great lecturer he is actually losing all desire to even communicate with people at all. Zephram who was once one of his most promising students is dead and now he really knows no one on a personal level.

"They all look at me like im a statue, an automaton, a mindless killing machine. That is what I am I suppose... a golem...little better than a mindless killing machine. Why should I disapoint them?"

Obidiah walks away and goes to where Pluto Company will meet Commander Maddox the next day. Having nothing else to do he stands there still as a statue throughout the night and continues on that way even after the briefing is over.

Tyirrak stalked in, his armor repaired, and slapped down a single empty E-clip from his CTT-P40, and replaced it with another one, before hunting down some deadball grenades. They were tricky to find sometimes, but a lot more versatile than regular models. Most people could toss a grenade behind a corner... but three opposing corners?

The tattooed woman strode through the Tolkeen war nexus, ignoring any looks she might be gathering in her wake.  Locating a Warlord tent, she placed herself before the sentries standing outside.

"I shall speak with one of your warleaders now," she informed him.

Jack goes and finds Tyirrak, still in his natural dragon form. He shifts back into human form after a moment. "Sir. We need to do something about the Brodkil Osema. If he is Tolkeen military, which I highly doubt, he needs to be brought up on charges. If he is just another merc, then he needs to be let go. That kind of shit doesn't fly in ANY army, but especially not this one during war." He pauses and then just waits for his "commanding officer" to reply.

Tyirrak is silent for a moment as he considers this.

"And the charges you had in mind were?" Tyirrak queried with a flat expression, "Insubordination? Disrespecting a superior officer?"

"Their Brodkil Sergeant. They don't care about that sort of thing. And while somewhat unstable, they can be made to follow orders."

"And while I personally think their methods crude, they are effective shock troopers. If you would prefer to have friendlier, more polite troops at the vanguard, I expect you to draft me a list of suchly qualified volunteers by the morning."

Tyirrak's face hardened a touch.

"They are hardly the worst bedfellows this army has befriended as of yet."

"I guess I will need to teach them to show the proper respect then." After a moment, he added, "Sir."

Jack sighed and didn't even bother to salute. He shook his head and turned away, walking in search of Lotus or the Brodkil, in no particular order. "So I handle it myself then. As usual. Right.

Tyirrak finds his grenades and Ahnaka finished working out her contract.

The platoon is resupplied then?

When finished loading up - you may jump ahead to the next morning and post in CHapter Seven : Waiting. Find a seat at the barracks and prepare for the new Major to introduce himself.

OOC: One last thing before moving on.

The Madness, who has been in a strange state since his brush with death, walks around Tolkeen with this expression that suggests he is perpetually forgetting what he is about to say. He stops at trees and smells their leaves and meanders about with his eyes glazed, as if he were high.

Finding Ahnaka after she has negotiated her contract, he steps up to her and smiles for only a moment. "Lady of Magic, you have saved my life. I'll always be grateful. As such, I will do the noble thing and marry you if it turns out you are carrying my child," What?? "But for now, I have to go and do something. Something dangerous. I may not return. Or maybe parts of me will return and I will need severe bionic reconstruction. So I guess there's not much more to it then that. Don't cry. I've seen how this all ends, and things will be ok."

He starts to walk away and then remembers something: "Oh, and if you think about it, could you murder the Brodkil when they are asleep? It would mean a lot."

With that, he throws his hiking backpack over his shoulder and heads towards the gates.

Shaking her head, the tattooed woman watches the psychotic psychic meander away.  It's been some time since she was amongst such an...eclectic group.

Turning her attention to more important matters, she headed for the hospital with requisition orders to resupply her medical needs.

The following morning at 0700 hours Pluto Company is ready to head out to the village of Embradonne (Em-brad-on). They know they will still be connected to Tolkeen quite well, and will not have to worry overly about being cut off. This means supplies and reinforcements should not be a problem.

Major Zor Karno will decide the formation of the platoons - and how they spread out for the trip - which should only take a few hours.

The mercenary Ahnaka Kale owns and pilots a Northern Gun hover car - a knock off of the Coalition model. Sergeant Dresteran and the mercenary Photios as passengers.

Sergeant Jack and Oksana take to the skies along with Calliandra who has a shiny new Wild Weasel SAMAS - a Bandito Arms knock-off of the famous Coalition Air PA.

The rest of the platoon is on various TW hovercycles, except for Attila whom is on foot.

Major Karno
Lt. Tyirrak
Pvt. Karnon
Mercenary Sergeant Jelme
Mercenary Sergeant Tecumseh
Maeth
Lord Osema
Gendun
Klowkuh
Reginald
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Presumably, Photios takes his seat in the back of the Hovercar as they head out. Drawing out his blades and seating them across his lap, Helmet beside him on the seat. Waiting for the trip to begin before he tries to make conversation, "So then, you are Ahnaka Kale and Dresteran? We have not been properly introduced, I am Photios Dimitrios Erasmus, though you can call me Photios, Dimitri, Era... hmm, what else have I been called?"
This message was last edited by the player at 23:23, Mon 21 May 2007.

   The only person Oksana has even spoken to in her platoon, Photios, has just gotten into a hover car and she is once again on her own.  She doesn't mind terribly as it has been the case for most of her life.  But it feels strange to be working in a team where one should rely upon each other for their lives, without even being introduced.
   You could've talked to them yourself, you know  Oksan thinks to herself.  But she quickly quells this line of thought as she knows herself better than that.

   When the time comes, to her judgement that would be when the other airborne members of her team have taken to the sky, Oksana will launch herself upward with a massive flap of her wings.  There is the sound of a hundred swords being drawn from their sheathes as her metallic wings flex and flap.  It is not until she reaches a cruising speed that she can partially glide and the noise is reduced.  Oksana tries to keep pace with Calliandra in the power armour.  If the samas is too fast, Oksana will use her teleportation ability to keep up.

   She will also try to keep a watch over the hover car with her platoon's leadership inside...

Glancing out the window he notices Oksana and smiles slightly learning that she is in the same platoon as he is. Not sure what radio frequency she happens to be using he shrugs and returns his attention to those in the car beside him.

Dresteran scwols at Photios and responds:

"Yes I am Dresteran, Sergeant Dresteran - master of water. I don't normally waste time getting to know all the newly hired mercenaries.... just isn't worth it in the end..."

PM

Tilting his head he tries to hide his smile, "Forgive me... Sargeant Dresteran. You needn't worry about that with me, I don't plan on dying to the Coalition anytime soon. Then again, most probably don't, eh?"

Jack ignores them all, simply relishing in his flying in his natural form, though he does an eye out for trouble. Occasionally he look towards the grounded members of his platoon or over to Callie in her SAMAS. But for the most part, he simply flies.

First platoon moves out just ahead of the nine trucks. The massive Cannon Fodder can be seen flying at point, ahead of Second Platoon.
This message was last edited by the GM at 14:57, Fri 25 May 2007.

Riding a TW hover cycle like many member of Pluto Company Zor like every one else hears the report of dead bodies ahead. Caution is our best ally. He thought to himself as he issued a few brief orders over the radio.

~“Pluto two, this is Pluto Six, send a scout to investigate. Pluto One, and Three set up hasty defensive positions.”~

He then points his TW Hover cycle to the right side of the road at a 45 degree angle, motioning for Lord Osema and his Broddkil  to move to the left and his fellow True Atlanteans to follow him.

   Oksana hears the radio chatter and waits to be given some orders.  When none are immediately forthcoming, she wonders what she is supposed to do.  She sees her commander pull over to the side of the road and hold his position.  Oksana remains airborne and just hovers high above him without moving any further.  She glances down at Zor and also tries to keep an eye out on the surrounding terrain.  She uses the telescopic lens in conjunction with the thermal imager on her multi-optic visor to scan for anything on the ground that appears out of the ordinary.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:03, Fri 25 May 2007.

PM

Reginald looks to Klowkuh and nods silently.

Unable to do much from in the back of the Hovercar, Photios listens in and looks out the windows of the car at least wanting to help keep watch. He held the door hand in one hand and his helmet in the other, ready to hop out and arm himself quickly.

Osema makes a circular motion in the air with a clawed bony finger and "rounds" his pack up moving off to the left as instructed. Once they are off a good distance he stops and removes his helmet to speak to his crew.

Zor was surprised nothing had occurred on the way to Madtown, as intel had suggested there may be one or two CS special forces unit operating in the area. This was of course the whole reason Pluto Company was tasked with escorting those trucks.

Upon receiving a radio transmission from Major Shira Zor simply replies ~“Copy that, on the way. Pluto company set up hasty fighting postions for the momnet.”~ Zor did not ask for where the Major was lest the CS was listening in. Then Major would send some one fron 4th platoon to show them the way.

Before moving ahead Zor remembers that Lord Osema was acting a little suspicious while on the move and gives the creature and his minions a warning. “Behave yourselves while in this town; specifically do not start any fights with the town’s people, and for gods sake don’t kill and rape any of the men or women folk, follow these simply rules and I’ll allow you to kill as many CS troops as you please during battle. Understood?” Zor hated micromanagement but Better to keep the dogs on an leash. he surmised.

Zor then motions for his Headquarters platoon to move ahead with him.
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PM

  Oksana soared through the air effortlessly as her wings seemed to propel her beyond what aerodynamics should allow.  She still hung near enough to Calliandra in her power armour, but was beginning to relax a bit in her role within a team.  Even if she was still little more than just another anonymous new face.

  With Major Karno's broadcast about Hasty defences, Oksana was a little uncertain.  She wondered if this was part of some military routine and it occurred to her that the order might only have been intended for the ground troops.  Surely the airborne soldiers would be better used for some long-range patrols.  Oksana would just dollow the lead of Calliandra in this matter.  The elven mutant didn't mind digging trenches, if it was requested of her - but she also didn't want to break any military rules of etiquette.

Tired of being cooped up in the Hovercar, Erasmus steps out and slips on his helmet. Settling his swords at his waist he hops on top of the Hovercar for the slow ride into the center of the town escorting the Major. There was always a chance that there could be anti-tolkeen rebels within the town and their guard should be up at all times.

Glancing up into the sky at Oksana, he made a note to set up a private radio channel for next time so they could banter back and forth when there was nothing else to do. A laugh slipped from his lips, thinking of how out of place he would look among most of the peoples here... but among those of Tolkeen he looked downright normal. Who would have ever thought a suit of matte black Samurai Armor would go unnoticed? Then again, they were surrounded by demons and there was a shining silver winged woman flying just above him... what a strange world this was.

"Sir I assure you that my men and I are complete professionals." Osema gives a new meaning to the word toothy grin. He and the pack stay close as they move out to find a good spot to set up in for the time being.

PM

Reginald nods to Osema, and follows silently.

The convoy seemed to be taking its time reaching their destination, and there was work to be done... Clearing his throat he tunes in to the Company Radio frequency, "Photios Dimitrios Erasmus, First Platoon; requesting permission and location to set up the second half of a Circle of Travel linked to Tolkeen."

Well, it sounded official enough... he was after all a specialist in creation and High level magic, he hadn't spent a whole lot of time among the Battle Magic. Nor had he gone through any sort of boot-camp before getting signed on as a Mercenary.

Jelme calls out to the few mercenaries near by - since they are the only ones he has command over.

"Oksana and Maeth - you are with me and Tecumseh - we are going to pay a visit to each farm and try to get them to leave and come inside the town - or at least get a tally on the number of civilians in each one - and any possible defenses we can supply. Farmers are a stubborn bunch - so don't expect much co-operation."

   Oksana teleports into conversational range with Jelme half-way through his sentence.  She appears a few inches above the ground and lets herself fall onto the ground, landing on her feet.  Her wings are still spread wide and she listens to Jelme's instruction closely.
   "I am ready when you are."
   Oksana looks over at Maeth as he walks up.  She gives him a friendly nod before turning back to Jelme.
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Maeth walks over to meet the Cyber Knights and Oksana. He meets Oksanas nod with a forced smile. It seems the Wolfen has trouble expressing any emotion thus far.

"Lead the way Cyber Knight"

Tecumseh appears puzzled as to whether Maeth was deliberately using their title as names or he simply did not know them. He decides to put it to the test to get it out of the way now - if the wolfen had a problem with Cyber Knights.

"My name is Tecumseh, and this is Jelme. Jelme? shall we start with the North West farm?"

   "I can take all of us there, if you like.  Save some walking."

OOC - her teleportation-passenger limit is 1,000 lbs.

Erasmus hops up onto a nearby roof and surveils the area, noticing the Redeemer Church and nodding in satisfaction before heading back down and making his way down the streets to the Church. Heading inside he removes his helmet and greets the locals, explaining his position and asking to see the building.

Once he's able to head down into the basement, he'll find a safe secluded corner, one there would be access to once the place has been filled with the towns residents. Once he has a workspace cleared he'll summon up some wood, laying out the planks and building a small floorspace. Once complete he'll set about crafting a circle of travel upon the floor, an hour later when finished he'll turn the flooring to Ironwood and head back out to meet up with First Platoon.

"Very well Oksana - take us out."

Jelme stands ready.

   Oksana nods to Jelme and looks over in the direction of the farm.  She spots the quaint homestead in the distance, including a clearing in front of the building.  She motions for her companions to stand a little closer together andf she extends her metal wings around them in a loose embrace.  A moment later, after a sudden but brief wave of nausea, everyone notices that there surroundings have changed.  They are now standing on a patch of grass, twenty or so feet from the front door of the farm house.

   "That was painless, wasn't it?  So, Jelme, do we just knock on their door?"

The farmers all choose to remain in their homes and take their chances if an invasion starts. There are a total of 43 people in all the farms combined.

(NPCd)

"Apparantly third platoon needs help constructing trenches. Osema? get your clan together and come with me to assist. O'hare and Oksana I want you to meet Corporal Fanel in the parking structure and assist his efforts. Jelme, Tecumseh and Maeth I want you to report to Sergeant Jegathees in fourth platoon and assist with patrol duties. Attila - you're with me."

   While making their rounds of the farms, Oksana was fair and courteous to each of them.  When given the opportunity to speak, she was respectful and accepting of their choices.  She had left her home out of an instinct for survival.  She had given up all that was familiar to her.  In a way, she missed those days in the Chi-Town burbs and she could understand the farmers' reluctance.  She did try her best to be convincing however, as she knew they were risking their lives by staying in their homes.

   Oksana looks over to Calliandra and extends her wings as if she is about to take off.  Oksana attempts to convey to the power armour pilot that she is ready to leave right away.  If Calliandra agrees, Oksana will crouch and then launch herself into the air with a powerful jump and flap of her wings.  The action sounds like drawing a hundred swords from their scabbards at once, but her speed quickly takes her out of earshot.  She will fly without words, unless Calliandra offers them, until they reach the shop where the technowizard has stationed himself.  Landing in the street softly, Oksana turns to Calliandra and mentions.  :"You know, I'm not much of a mechanic.  I hope they don't want me to fix anything."

   And with that, she walks inside with Calliandra.

"We will get right on that Sgt. Jack-Sack as soon as we are done hunting. Actually you know what I will send Reginald and bitchass Klowkuh over to dig your stupid fucking holes. Gendun and I will be in the woods north of here scouting and hunting."


Osema calls back on his radio from his spot on the road outside of town where he and his pack were loitering.
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"Yes sir!" Calliandra's enthusiastic voice comes from the SAMAS' external speakers, then the suit seems to give an incongruous wince and continues, in a much quieter voice this time now that the speakers' volume has been turned down "Sorry about that."

At Oksana's invitation, the SAMAS' armored head nods and the external jets swivel as Callie leaps into the air, following Oksana to the parking garage.  The young girl knows full well where to go, but is afraid that she'll lose herself in the sensation of flying and leave her companion behind without a visual reminder not to do so.  "So do you ever get over how cool it is to actually be flying?" she asks as they land at the garage.

Reginald nods, and smiles, "What a beautiful day..."Reggie then leads Klowkuh off just as Osema directed.

   "Actually, not until more recently.  My mutation developed when I was livin' outside Chi-Town.  Let's jus' say that if you're jus' an elf livin' there, it can be dangerous enough.  Add in a mutation like this and you're dogmeat.  Plus my abilities first came on in plain sight of a CS patrol... Anyway, the point is, I was more concerned with hiding my gifts in the beginning, and eventually, when I accepted it, I was trying to leave the city and survival sorta became a priority.  I got to Tolkeen a week ago or so.  The first time I flew for the fun of it was jus' a few days 'fore I signed up for merc-duty.  I guess times have been tough."

   "Say, you're enlisted aren't you?  How can I sign up to be a soldier rather than just a merc.  I want to do my part for my new home.  The Coalition deserve all the enemies they can get."
This message was last edited by the player at 14:56, Thu 28 June 2007.

PM

Jack is soon nowhere to be found in the town...

The brodkil pack return a few hours later carrying only one dead deer. They are all sporting huge grins however... so perhaps they have already eaten their share of the hunt...

There had been little going on, the officers in a meeting while a few of the platoon were given tasks. Noticing nothing that needed direct interference on his part, he would chime in on the Radio, "Mercenary Erasmus reporting in, did you have any specific duties lined up for me... or shall I write some scrolls?"

It was at times like this of near inactivity he wanted a rank among the troops in order to break the lethargy that would invariably set in whilst waiting for a siege that was not imminently apparent.

"Go ahead and begin writing your scrolls Photios."

Sorkhan rides in atop a fresh-from-the-wild silonar. It growls and snaps at him as he dismounts. But he pays it no attention and walks up to Major Karno to present his briefing of the skirmish his patrols encountered earlier.

   Oksana looks at Calliandra after Lieutenant Drake tells them to return to their platoon.  "So they want us to go back and meet our platoon?  Does that mean we go find Tyirrak or Jack? Or everyone else?  Do you want to radio one of them to ask?"

"Hang on a sec," Callie says, in the middle of suiting back up in her Wild Weasel SAMAS, "Once this thing's booted up I should be able to see where everyone is and we'll just head towards our platoon's location."  The young woman rubs at a swath of grease on her cheek as she shoves one arm into the suit and uses that grip to climb the rest of the way in.

"Well, I guess that answers that." Callie answers brightly in response to the radio broadcast.  "See ya there."

With that the young psi-tech leaps into the air and directs her SAMAS suit towards the church, trying not to worry too much at the order's tone.  The CS couldn't be attacking already, right?