1st Lieutenant Portia Lynn (PC)

Lieutenant Dyvalis (PC)

Sergeant Razgriz (PC)

Cpl. Kamada (NPC)

Pvt. Deacon (NPC)

Burd (NPC)

Ret'La (NPC)

Jess'Voruk (NPC)

Jeran (PC)

Ramenhotep (PC)

Black Andy (PC)

Cannon Fodder (PC)

The Fire Fly Demolition Squad (all NPCs)

Nilus, Jomo, Gregorious, Ikuk, Ludo, Payl, DeeVee
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the giant Gargoyle/Mountain thing walks around Tolkeen examining the area and trying not to make too much of a spectalce of himself

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.

Black Andy sidled up to Zed's displays and picked through in the manner of an expert scrounger, mumbling at a bass rumble, punctuated by the occasional hollow chuckling as he found something interesting.

Finally he just glanced up at Zed, "Hey there metalhead. How's business? he said familiarly, "All I want is some long E-clips, maybe another drum or two of Wellington grenades, and a box of railgun rounds."

"Gotten any interesting bot's in recently?" he finished up, merely curious.

Zed finishes dealing with another customer just as Black Andy talks to him. "Hmm? Yes business is great around here. They say its' all about supply and demand. I sell war to warriors... how do you think business is doing?"

Zed grabs a nylon bag and puts the e-clips, one drum of grenades, and a box of railgun rounds inside. Using the draw string, he closes the bag and hands it to Andy.

"In case you didn't know Tolkeen doesn't charge for ammo. And no I don't deal in bots. I had a bad experience with a skelebot once - try my partner Smith - he might have what you are looking for."

   "Ammunition please."  Ramenhotep keeps his request simple.  He hefts a heavy-looking rail gun into view from its position slung under his chest so Zed will know what type of rounds to fetch for him.  Ramenhotep eyes Kelthos and his collection of magic gear suspiciously as he waits for service from the crazy.
   The weapon is a standard-issue Coalition SAMAS rail gun.

Zed doesn't say a word to Ramenhotep. He opens his eyes widely and waises an eyebrow. He turns slowly behind him to grab a drum for the classic rail gun, then turns sharply back as to catch the creature in the middle of an attack, before unsteadily handing the drum to Ramen as though he were a naked man with three heads.

   "Uhhhh.... Thanks."

   Ramenhotep installs the drum on his weapon and turns to walk off.

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.

(just how big is the building...)

When it appears that all of her platoon has arrived Lt. Lynn decides to speak to them before they disperse for the evening. Pulling her hood off once again the slight woman looks even more radiant than anyone who has seen her before remembers. When she speaks it is with such authority that passersby stop and do a double take. (OOC; She has a Charasmatic Aura and Aura of Power active. PB:21, MA:23)

Attention!... Greetings everyone to Pluto Company, Second Platoon. I am your commanding officer Lt. Portia Lynn. I want to make it clear that I am a caring and understanding woman who appreciates individuality and it is my policy to allow everyone under my command alot of leeway to do what they do best. However if you disobey my orders there will be repercussions. If you do so in the field you will be immediately executed. From what I understand most of you are new to Pluto Company. I am as well and I am certain we will make our mark. Most of you I hand chose though all I really know about you is what is in your files for the most part. I must say that the Tolkeen Military is lacking in some of the particulars I find important. To that end I have created a questionaire that you are to fill out and return to me tommorow morning at the briefing. You are free for the evening so go do as you will. If you do not turn in the form completely filled out then I will have you beaten. This information will be kept private but if I find out you omit or falsify information I will have you beaten and docked a weeks pay. Good evening to you all I look forward to serving with you.

The fiery young Lieutenant pulls out a stack of papers and holds them up to the monstrous Thornhead Demon who begins handing them out like a proper personal assistant. That in itself says alot.

OOC:Here is the questionaire just send it to me in a PM please. :)
Your full birth name:
Date of Birth:
Birthplace:
Occupational Background:
Special Skills:
Natural Abilities:
Magical Abilities: (If a mage what disciplines and a detailed list of all spell knowledge.)
Psychic Abilities: (Including a detailed list of powers)
Detailed list of equipment you carry including mundane weapons:
Detailed list of magical artifacts, items and weaponry you carry and what powers they bestow to you:
If you have minions, followers or abilities to summon any list the pertinent details regarding that here:

"can I get a bigger copy, and a bigger pen...."

The 5ft woman looks tiny as she looks up at the hulking Adarok. "Having been a slave I am sure you are resourceful enough to figure out a solution." She says coldly. "If anyone has any intelligent questions for me then I am always willing to hear them. Otherwise good evening to you all." The Lieutenant waits a short while to see if any of the platoon wish to speak with her about anything before returning to her housing unit for the evening.

   Ramenhotep pays Portia his full attention while she speaks.  Her charm and attractiveness captivate him without contest.  Her repeated referrals to beatings are only just barely enough to give him pause.  He accepts his questionnaire with a polite bow to the demon that presented it to him.  Ramenhotep's opinion of his first lieutenant is changed after reading the very first line of her document.  His eyes grow wider as he reads on...
   Ramenhotep wastes no time in filling out his responses.

Cannon raises the tiny clipboard way up to his try to focus one eye on it, as it is too small for him to focus both eyes on. He is holding it between two fingers very gingerly and trying to opperate the pen....

If Andy looked slightly confused, if anything... clipboards? What the fuck?

He went through about three pens, the first two snapped between his fingers as he intensely scribbled on the clipboard. A look of deep concentration was on him while he wrote, which culminated in a wide grin again as he handed it in.

Lt. Dyvalis stands behind the young lieutenant as her servant hands out surveys, clearly seperating himself from the low ranks and the hired help. His face seems to be fixed in a perma-scowl, and one gets the impression he has no idea how to laugh. His eyes are reddened, as though he had just finished crying, but again, this seems to be the way he always looks.

Surprised that the supernatural mercs can even read, he rolls his eyes as he watches them fumble with their questionaire. The whole process seems rediculous, but the lieutenant likely had her reasons. If this degenerated into some kind of concentration name game for children however, he would have to sit out.

As everyone is filing away or seemingly intent on getting the form done immediately Portia takes the remainders from Burd the Thornhead Demon. as she packs them into her black leather satchel she keeps one. folds it in half and slides it across the table to Dyvalis. "I do not like surprises lieutenant though I accept that war is full of them. When they arise I intend to be as prepared as is humanly possible. As such I intend to know as much about everyone under my command as I can. Until tommorow Lieutentant." She says nodding respectfully and walking away talking to the Thornhead and Tauton that are walking along beside her. Anyone easvesdropping or with exceptional hearing would hear something along the lines of; "talismans tonight...same routine as last time... no mistakes."

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.

Lieutenant Lynn can arrange how this platoon is organized however.

Lynn herself pilots an alien hovercycle

Dyvalis - a demonic horse

Sergeant Razgriz and Corporal Kamada still have their TW hovercycles

Pvt. Deacon - takes to the skies with his TW turbo wing - along with Ramenhotep and Cannon Fodder.

Burd, Ret'la, Jess'Voruk, Jeran and Severin all ride atop a Tolkeen Demon hover-Barge.

Black Andy pilots his own modified Bobcat hovercycle

While The Fire Fly Demolition Squad takes the mountaineer (Nilus, DeeVee, Gregorious, and Payl) - formerly piloted by Ulik the Mystic Knight. The 3 orc brothers (Ikuk, Jomo, Ludo) form a triangle perimeter around it on hovercycles.
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Lt. Dyvalis grins politely at Lt. Portia, but avoids making eye contact. He has a strange nervousness about him when it comes to dealing with women.

After that he will prepare for the next day's journey.

Razgriz is a silent fellow, the short of stature Lizard Man saying nothing unless asked a question requiring a response. Keeping to himself and blending into the crowd, not one to draw attention to himself unless otherwise needed. Unfortunately for him, there wasn't a full moon last night so perhaps he'll get lucky and there shall be one before the Coalition assault begins.

Portia arrived on her Eyelor hovercycle which travels along in complete silence. Her hood up as it always seems to be and she is sporting a pair of goggles and air filter mask similar to those fancied by Line-Walkers. She unstraps the mask so she can speak and when she does her voice has a tinge of anger instead the cold emotionless tone she had the previous evening. While hardened soldiers are likely not all that impressed even they would note that depsite her small size the woman is a touch intimidating.

"Im not going to tell you how to travel for godssake. You can use the buddy system for all I care. When we get to Mad Town and I am able to make more informed decisions you will have my orders. Regarding orders I may have not been clear so let me reiterate with a direct order. For the few of you under my command that have not turned in the form I gave you last night your deadline is thirty minutes after we reach our destination. At that point we will be in field and failure to comply will be seen as an act of insubordination. As such it will be dealt with accordingly under the military law Tolkeen established at the outset of this conflict. I beg you to test me on this so I can clear the weeds from the garden before any of our lives actually depend on it. That will be all."

Lieutenant Lynn straps her air filter back into place and zips off on her hovercycle. Presumably leaving Dyvalis and Razgriz to round up the platoon and head out.


OOC: Moloch if you can please let me know if any of the 2nd platoon NPC's willfully disobey by not turning in the form. Otherwise I will assume they complied and you can just get me the info whenever. If a PC does not post one way or the other in a reasonable time after we arrive then I will also assume they have no intention of cooperating either.

Dyvalis rides along on his devil-horse up near the front of the platoon. His eyes look tired and bloodshot. He makes very little in the way of conversation, seeming to pay attention more to the scenery than anything. He becomes almost hypnotized by the tall grass they rush past. He checks his watch almost every minute of the journey, like clock work.

After she was informed 2nd platoon was to lead the pack Portia decided that despite her foul mood it would be best not to sulk and to put her platoon in order. Even if it is only for appearances sake.


"Okay, Cannon Fodder go and live up to your namesake. You have the point. I want you at least 500ft up in the air and a few thousand feet in front of us at all times. Razgriz you take Corporal Kamada and Ramenhotep with you and cover the left flank at least 3000ft out. Second Lieutenant Dyvalis you take Private Deacon and the Grackletooth to cover the right flank in the same manner. The rest of us will remain centralized. Maintain staggered positions as you are able. Should you see anything of interest report directly to me over 2nd platoons frequency and I will decide whether or not it is worth bothering the Major with. We will keep this formation all the way to Madtown regardless of our position in the convoy. That will be all. Move out!"

Portia rises silently into the air on her mystic hovercycle and moves into position ahead of the demon barge and mountaineer. Though Cannon Fodder is up front as a big missile shield she is still in a sense leading the way.

"The Grackletooth got a name, ma'am..." Andy said out loud, "an' it be Andy. Reck'n I deserve my name be called same as ever'one else."

Even with what might a whiny comment like that, Andy somehow manages to seem affable and non-hostile, and his big grin didn't fade. He said it even as he nudged the big-engined wide-seated Bobcat cycle over to the right flank. He was picking his teeth with one hand, using a big sliver of metal about as long as a normal mans index. He'd had a big breakfast.

CannonFodder places his left hand to his chest and holds up his right hand raising a finger (no not THAT finger) as if to make a point.

"While we are on the subject of names, my unfortunate Nomdegier(sp?) reminds me of an unfortunate time in my life, could we shorten it to Cannon?"

CF takes to the skies and flies at the prescribed distances, maybe a bit higher so he can have an even better view, tho from 500 feet he can probubly see rather well already.

Nilus salutes the Lieutenant "Yes sir!, mam.... sir..... mam....."

The goblin awkwardly rejoins his merc squad and leads them out with the others.

The massive beast looks up at Cannon Fodder "Stupid creature! Your self pity is none of our fucking concern!"
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The caravan moves out, second platoon in front - and the massive Cannon Fodder leads the pack.

"We have a large number of dead bodies up ahead, don't see anything to indicate the battle was recent. Believe they were on our side, should I go down and check for survivors?"

   Ramenhotep nods slowly in what almost looks like a bow in response to Portia's decision on his placement.  The sphinx spreads his wings and rears up on his hind legs.  He leaps backwards, using his wings to carry him away from the middle of his platoon and to join up with his two flank-mates.  He lands near them with the silent grace of a cat and will stay near them wherever Razgriz leads.
   "Sir Razgriz."  Ramenhotep speaks to the reptillian.  "You're not a member of the vaunted race known as lizard mages are you?"

Razgriz accepts the command from Portia with no reply or comment, pointing to the few who were assigned to them and waving them over with him. A directly asked question deserves a reply and he glances over to Ramenhotep, "If only I were so lucky. I make do with what I have been given."

He did seem a bit too small for a Lizard Mage, but then again there really wasn't much of a way to tell since Lizardmen and Lizard Mages looked pretty similar.

Kamada lands near by on her hovercycle. Looking right at Razgriz "Lead the way sergeant."

Razgriz nods to Kamada and assumes the two will join him as he heads out to take the forward left flank. He can't help but wonder if 3000 feet is a bit far, but doesn't say anything leading the others out to their position over half a mile out. He crouches low to his hovercycle, glancing out into the distance most notably to the forward left quadrant.

"Be on guard, its only the three of us. We're outside of the support range of most of the Platoon's weapons so cut back to the main column if notice anything out of place. We won't do any good if we don't make it back to let them know whats happened."

   "Kamada, are you human?  If not, then it would make it ever so much easier to produce some offensive wards against any Coalition ambush squad we encounter out here.  My magic is not verbal and must be prepared ahead of time."

Responding over the radio - "Pluto Company Halt! Our scout has located the aftermath of a battle - we are checking for survivors - and then we will move around it. Lt. Dyvalis - make a transmission back to HQ - let them know they have a graveyard about ten miles east".
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"Done," he is immediately on the radio back to Tolkeen relaying coordinates of the catastrophe. After he finishes he holds up his position while radioing back to Lt. Portia Lynn. "If the battle was recent I might be able to get a glipse of it. If we can get a good estimate of the time."
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"Yes, Cannon, go ahead and check for survivors - but make it quick, and then lead the pack around the field - we don't need to be running over dead bodies today..."

Cannon Flies down to investigate if there are any signs of life, or boobytraps.
On the way down he looks about for what would be the best route around the killing field.

Hearing of the bodies he shrugs and holds his position waiting for Cannon to set the trail again after which he would lead Kamada and Ramenhotep out to the left flank once again to keep watch for attacks from that side.

Perhaps they'll run into some Coalition dead before they reach the Town.

PM

   Ramenhotep walks over to stand next to Kamada.  He stares at her for a second.
   "Hello?  Are you ignoring me?  If you could just answer my question, it would make our lives much easier.  If you happen to be human, one of my wards intended to harm the enemy might also include you.  I wouldn't want this to happen.  If you are human, my magic can still exclude you but I'll need to write your name down in runes.  Could you please tell me your full name?"  Ramen then turns to Razgriz.  "Sir Razgriz, either your name or your race will do.  Or a few drops of blood actually.  All I wish to do is create some potent area-affect magic and prevent it from harming my own allies."

OOC - My intention is to make use of this little rest-stop to produce a couple wards.  I wouldn't want to get skipped over just because Kamada's player is absent when our convoy starts moving again.

She looks at the odd creature with an expression of annoyance "Yes, I am fucking human!"
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   "Thanks.  So, would you mind providing me with your name please?  Your full name, that is.  Unless you happen to be impervious to fire and are unconcerned with accidental exposure to my magic."

... again with the annoyance... she hesitates, squinting an eye and raising an eyebrow as if she doesn't trust him "Yes"
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"we need to get to the objective but at the same time I think these people deserve a burial...."

((OOC: let me know when everyone is about done with the bodies and if we gonna bury them or not and CF will resume the scouting))

   "Yes?"  ramenhotep's feline features contort into a very human expression of surprise.  "What if one of my wards should encompass you in its radius?  I would really rather to damage the enemy rather than you by accident..."

Over the radio Dyvalis says quite dismissingly, "Tolkeen knows they're here now. No sense in burial unless you know every race's funerary rites Cannon Fodder. We will have plenty more digging to do when we arrive so if there's nothing else I say we carry on our way. The only thing I want to know is if it looks like the work of Coalition, Atlanteans, or Xiticix so we know what to expect."

The haggard Elf spends most of his time on the radio, not even looking at Black Andy or Deacon.

A sinister smile stretches across her face "Yes I mind giving you my full name and yes I am impervious to fire".

Razgriz glances over to Ramenhotep, "I'm not going to deny you your work once we reach our objective. It is unneccesary right now, if we stray near to the convoy or a random tolkeen straggler comes into range... such an accident would be regrettable."

He turns back to ready his Hovercycle and sliding out towards the left flank again, "As for blood, I don't have any. My True Name, you'd need to kill me first."

Portia gives Cannon a curt response over the radio that does little to hide her annoyance.

"That is a negative on burial. If there are any Coalition survivors then by all means capture one or two for interrogation and kill the rest. Make sure the area is secure and then prepare to move out. "

  Ramenhotep fumbles with his radio for a moment before getting up the nerve to broadcast over the general channel.  "lieutenant Portia? This is Ramenhotep. I would like to request a meeting at your earliest convenience please.". He turns over to speak to Razgriz and Kamada.  "I need to speak with our good lady Portia in regards to the effectiveness of my magic.  I wish you could understand how passionate I am about this mission.  I will not be reduced to an animal soldier with wings and claws."

  Ramenhotep waits for a response, either over the radio or from those in his presence.

As soon as Portia passes the quaint little wooden sign that says Welcome to Madtown, she pulls her hovercycle to the side of the road allowing those behind her to pass. She checks the digital watch on her wrist and sets the stopwatch on it. Picking up her radio she answers Ramenhotep before issuing some cursory orders.

"I happen to be free for the next thirty minutes or so Sir Sphinx so visit me at your convenience. Firefly squad you guys are supposed to be handy so do me a favor before joining the others. Make sure this town has a gallows complete with a noose. If it does not you have exactly... twenty-nine minutes to build me a decent approximation of one. The rest of you heard the Major. Reconnoiter in force and get a feel for the town you will be defending with your lives. Unless of course you have something to say or turn in to me first.  Lt. Lynn out."

Taking advantage of the brief respite, Razgriz takes a slow cruise around the outskirts of town. Looking for something it seems, he finally slows to a stop to ask one of the Town inhabitants a question, "Has there been any coalition attacks in the recent past? Where did they strike from?"

   It only takes a few seconds before a large shadow passes over top of Portia and the bulk of Ramenhotep lands as gentle as a cat several feet in front of her.  The sphinx bows respectfully to his superior and steps forward to stand at a conversational distance.
   "Are you familiar with the nature of ward magic, madame?"

While Ramenhotep and Portia discuss ward arrangements Dyvalis makes an announcement over the radio to all platoons. "To avoid stepping on each other's feet, each platoon should set up at a different part of town. 1st platoon at the northeast corner, 2nd to the southwest, and 3rd to the southeast. HQ squad set up in the church. Unless there's any objections."

Afterwards he calls over to Sgt. Razgriz. "Sergeant, organize our men into hasty defensive positions to the northeast. While Lt. Lynn and I are meeting with the officers you'll be in charge of our position. Familiarize yourself with the area, soft and hard cover, etc. You know what to do."

Once his conversation with the villager was complete he took up Dyvalis' orders, heading out to the northeast edge of the city. Finding himself quite at home as they pass by the Town graveyard he takes a quick scan of this edge of town and the complete lack of any defensible structures or even any buildings using modern techniques and materials.

Taking stock of the composition of the platoon he realizes they have a majority of non-magically capable members. Though they do have the Demolitions squad and the giant Adarok, "Letss get to work you crretinss."

He directs the majority of the platoon to a position just to the north east of town, near the shoreline hopefully upon a rock formation, to begin construction of a bunker. Sand, dirt, and as many large rocks as can be found are to be used in its construction. If theres going to be a defensive line set up around the city, they're going to need a good anchor point at the junction of water and land. Once more information deciding the defenses of the town are arrived at they can begin on a wall, moat, pits, or other defensible structures. But he was quite sure that a large bunker here would be vital.

Andy waved at the grackletooth sheriff of Madtown as he zoomed by on his wide-seated Bobcat hovercycle with the rest of his platoon. His cigar left a smoke-trail streaking behind him at his headlevel.

Upon arriving at the location and being instructed to start making a bunker, he rummages in the sidesaddles of his bike and comes up with two fold-out MDC-material shovels. Strong enough to slice chunks of rock with the amount of force Andy could bring to bear. His tail snaked over his shoulder and snagged one of the shovels.

He ashed his cigar on the blade of the other shovel and put it away, propping up his hat and his quartet of large rifle-like weapons against the bike, leaving his pistols strapped to his thighs. He stripped off the poncho too, revealing a X-shaped leather harness with a forcefield generator on it over the pebbly skin of his wide chest and back. He also sported a trio of vibro-hatchets sheathed along its edge.

Then he got to work on the earthworks. They'd have to make a core of stable ground before putting on some MDC plating. There had to be a place where they could get plating in the town.

The sherrif tilts his head to one side in an attempt to place the face... assuming he knows the other Jin-Roh
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Portia stares up at Ramenhotep for a moment before answering but through her tinted goggles and expressionless face it is difficult to get a read on her.

"I am not intimately familiar with it but of course I know of it. I am a mage afterall. I find myself hoping this line of questioning is leading somewhere.

   "Of course, let me get to the point.  Wards are intimately related with runes.  Without runes, wards are raw, indiscriminate.  They are powerful and will kill or maim friend and foe alike.  Runes are the control and they allow the ward maker to specifically include or exclude his friends or enemies from the harmful or beneficial effects of his magic.  The runes function by identifying friend or foe by their true name, by their race, whether they are magic users or not, or whether they are innately good or evil.  It is my wish to defend this town with my magic and to do so, I would ask that I be provided with some method to avoid injuring our own forces or the citizens of this town.  Aside from using runes, I can also include or exclude a person with a drop of their blood.  Although this method requires a single drop for each separate ward.  Is there anything you can do to assist in gaining cooperation?  I can understand some people's reluctance in providing their true names.  But surely it wouldn't hurt to give me their race?  I know all the coalition to be humans, psi-stalkers, and mutant animals.  I only wish to make my magic as effective as possible."

   Ramenhotep's little speech is almost like a business presentation.  He speaks very professionally and with eloquence.  But the fact that he is talking about finding the most efficient method to kill the enemy is not lost on the sphinx and he has a tone of respect in his voice.  Respect for Portia as well as for his enemy.

 "I will make mention of it in the officers meeting so that everyone in Pluto Company can be made aware. As for 2nd platoon I will see that you have the blood and races of all. The names however are not mine to give." Portia stands quiet for a moment and seems almost lost in thought or if she is listening to a conversation only she can hear. Then with a little more enthusiasm she asks. "I have heard of a man who mystically empowered his body with ward symbols and became something of a supernatural creature. Is such a thing possible? I would be interested in learning more about your art if that is the case. Let me know what resources you require."

A huge Gargoyle/Mountain thing can be seen flying overhead the town looking about surveying possible routes ground troups would take to get to the town and just getting a general idea of the size of the town/population.

   Portia doesn't exactly have to "look up" at Ramenhotep.  Although he weighs in at three quarters of a ton, he stands only five-foot-four-inches tall.  He grins at Portia's request with a slightly surprised expression.

   "There are not many with such knowledge of my art.  But you are fundamentally correct.  It is possible to affix a ward to the flesh of a living creature and imbue mystic abilities upon them.  There are a few requirements however.  Firstly, this type of ward must be a permanence ward which must be carved from the bone of a demon, deevil, or god.  It takes many hours to carve and it must be perfect.  Secondly, the ward must be physically sewn into the flesh of the recipient so that it can merge with their body.  This process is capable of bestowing virtually any ward or spell ability upon the user.  So, if one chose the correct spells then it would be possible to grant the appearance of being supernatural.  I am uncertain however if the creature would actually be considered a true supernatural.  I know there are certain magics and psychic abilities that are sensitive only to supernatural creatures.  I haven't yet had the occasion to test those abilities against a mortal affixed with a permanence ward."

   Ramenhotep pauses momentarily before continuing.  "However, I have not yet seen any true demons in the vicinity.  Gargoyles and brodkil are subordinate members of that family tree and their bones will not suffice.  Are there any summoners among us?  I wouldn't normally recommend summoning for the purposes of harvesting components, but these are getting to be desperate times."

At a petite 5ft 1 inch tall Portia still looks up at the Sphinx but only a little. A bit of a smile forms at the corner of the womans dark red lips.

"The process promises pain or so it sounds. I can supply you with all the demon and deevil bones you could ever want. Just make sure you dont go and get yourself killed in this pitiful little town.

Portia looks down at her watch noting only a few minutes have passed. She accepts a completed form from Kamada with no reply waving the woman off. She scans it quickly before putting it into a filefolder in one of the saddlebags attached to her hovercycle.

"Any spell ability you say. That will certainly require some thought."

   "Yes my dear, the process can be quite painful if the proper medical precautions are not taken.  The ward cannot be made smaller than an inch or so in size.  This means accepting a formidable blemish on one's body.  Although I suppose there is nothing preventing a concealed placement of the ward."

   "Please note that this ward will require several days to prepare.  Approximately 120 hours. I do not mind making one for this mission, but I doubt there will be time to make two.  Out of curiosity, how do you intend to get the bone?  Frankly, I'm not really the type to go skinning a demon... However, do you think it might be possible for me to keep a selection of the demon or deevil bone for myself?"

Hearing the call over the radio Portia frowns slightly. Looking back to Ramen hotep she says dismissively, "I will get it and you can keep it all I certainly have no use for a dead demon." Looking at her watch once more she keys her radio and speaks into it. "Firefly squad you know have twenty-minutes to have that gallows ready." The slight young woman hops onto her hovercycle and zips off towards the town hall.

The short but no-less intimmidating goblin mercenary sergeant walks to Portia as she has now requested a gallows for the second time.

"Excuse me Lieutenant - but I don't know what the fuck a gallows is. The Firefly Demolition squad makes explosions not nooses..."

Razgriz is distracted by the sounds of an argument in the disgusting language of demongogian. As he approaches closer there appears to be a heated argument between the daemonix and the thornhead, Jeran and Severin.

Ramenhotep and Cpl. Kamada are with the Sergeant as he gets closer to the argument. The daemonix named Jess'Voruk has now pushed the thornhead named Burd to the ground.

Pvt. Deacon has recently been ordered to meet with Cpl. Fanel - but Cannon Fodder, and Black Andy are near-by as well.

The Firefly squad is off doing their own thing as well - likely not building a gallows.

Cannon watches the two Demons argue

Andy glanced up at the argument, not understanding the words, but understanding the tones.

"Now you boy's play nice, before someone has to separate you two!" he called out goodnaturedly, like some kind of hippy dad at a picnic.

Razgriz approached, feigning ignorance as to the content of the bickering demon's conversation. A loud hissing, his equivalent to clearing his throat, followed soon after attempting to gain their attention.

   Ramenhotep hangs back from his squad for a moment and pulls out his radio.  He quietly speaks into the receiver while keeping his eyes on the alteraction between Jess and Burd.

   "Lieutenant Portia, your servant Burd has just been attacked by the giant whale-demon, Jess'Voruk.  I believe violence is inevitable."

Even Andy's good nature seemed strained by the retardedly incomprehensible leadership being given to them by the clearly uncaring human mage. He reached for his own radio and gave his own response.

Then he set his shovel down and stepped up to the demons, filling his hands with his laser pistols as he did.

"Boy's... I know rasslin each other can be a good-natured way to solve grievances, but enough with the grab-assing and get to work. I don't got no problem putting holes in yer kneecaps... I know yer can heal em back. Just means I got to keep doing it until ye learn yer lesson."

Still arguing - and likely throwing insults and threats at each other.

"Chor'uuk, norKOFF. Pun'tell nareem'asaam. Tonerek, daremalajar."


That is until Black Andy speaks to them...

Burd glares sadistcally back up at Jess'voruk. After several seconds pass he simply replies "Krej"


And then looks to Black Andy

Ret'la raises his arms in the air and screams at Black Andy, flushing him with a gust of wind, and a residue cloud of rotted meat smelling air. The beast begins to run at Black Andy.

   Ramenhotep, who was standing back from the skirmish using his radio to notify Portia, is surprised to see the other monstrosity suddenly running towards Black Andy.  The sphinx stows his radio in its holster on his forearm and elects to hold his ground, watching the violence unfold.  In fact, he even pulls out his notebook and begins jotting down a few notes.

_{"Cant say I didn't warn yer..."} Andy muttered as two laser beams sliced across Ret'la's knees, one from each pistol. The gun's didn't make that odd 'laser' sound effect... it seemed that Andy had long since turned off that useless feature.
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Black Andy's blasts reward no visible effect from Andy's shots. The massive beast slams down the large techno-magic lance attached to Ret'la right arm.
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Dropping the pistols Andy stepped to the side as the lance slammed down where he had been standing, as he leaned up to grab the arm of the massive sub-demon, yanking it further forward to flip it over.

Cannon walked over to the commotion, his large body causing quite the bit of noise and trembling of earth as he did.

He reached his massive arms forward and grasped Ret'la hefting it into the air
"STOP!"

Severin walks towards the massive form of Cannon Fodder, "Release him you overgrown gargoyle, he has done nothing but defend himself. You don't run this platoon, you will not lay  hand on my people. Claear?"

Andy manages to pull Ret'la forward a couple steps - but comes nowhere close to outmatching the creatures strength - or flipping it over.

Cannon Fodder on the other hand lifts the now-small 18 foot demon off the ground. Ret'la screams... and os obviously about to retaliate before Jess'Voruk calls to him - and Ret'la stops struggling and fighting.

Jess'Voruk struggles to form english words...

While looking up to Cannon : "Rell-eezz  'im."

He then turns to Andy "Yyooo willllll resst innn ashezz uvv Tukkeen"

Andy's toothy smile reasserted itself, "Weeeelll, pal... that there is what we call mighty uncalled for. I was just steppin 'n between a rampagin demon and in return I get death-threats... mighty uncalled for indeed."

"Tell your pal that any more unprovoked attacks will result in more than Cannon Fodder here jus pickin him up." Andy thumbed up at the Adorak holding the deamonix, "Shit like that don't fly, comprende?"

Grinning wider, and toothier than Andy he replies "Innn torr-mment"

Andy just shakes his head in disbelief, "Demons... I always reckoned I met the dumbest already, but then I always meet a 'nuther one."

He fished out another cheroot, and lit 'er up, and then leaned down to pick up his pistols, reholstered them and then picked up his shovels again.

"Windbags, big balloons 'o hot air is all you are."

PM
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"if you call charging to attack someone who hasn't attacked you self defence, you are in dire need of a Thesaurus my good man"

CannonFodder drops the demon

"never the less as you wish it, but this will be put in my report"

Having been watching the entire exchange, Razgriz having said nothing during the time, he finally opens his mouth, "Break over, return to work you wretchesss."

Not one to empathize, Razgriz was quite numb to death and had been for quite some time. Sadly, he wasn't allowed to use Tolkeenite bodies in his necromancy which meant even if there had been a death he wouldn't profit from it.

The meeting ran over the thirty minutes that Portia had alloted and that frustrated her of course. It was something not in her control however so she did not dwell on it for long. She made a cursory inspection of the town on her hovercycle before stopping at the inn to comandeer a room so she would have a place to stay. She spent a few minutes in her room freshening up and making some preparations before departing back out into the streets of Madtown. She was disapointed in not finding the gallows she had requested and in truth angry at having been spoken to so rudely. Finding a suitable spot in the center of town she parks her hovercycle and calls out over the radio. "This is first Lieutenant Portia Lynn. All members of 2nd platoon report to  the townsquare immediately."

While the soldiers begin to arrive she spends her time fashioning a noose out of durable nylon rope and then affixing it over the top of a sturdy street lamp. The slack end she walks over and ties to the back of her hovercycle. She removes her helmet and stands silently until all arrive. She is surrounded by a palpable aura of intimidation. Looking intently at over her troops she announces. "Pluto Company on the whole is one of the largest collection of first rate fuckups I have ever encountered. Without a doubt there is exceptional talent in the ranks and for that reason alot of nonsense is overlooked. I too understand that and you will find I am quite willing to let professionals do what they do best and with a fair amount of leash. One thing I will not stand for however is insubordination.

Holding out the noose she says in a calm and cold voice. Nilus leader of Firefly Squad step forward and submit yourself for punishment under article 103.7 of the Tolkeen Doctrine of Warfare. Your charge is disobeying a direct order from a superior officer. Place this noose around your neck. She holds the noose out a little further towards the goblin fully expecting him to take it and do as he is told.

   Ramenhotep watches as the demon-skirmish dies down and he is startled by the crackle of his radio.  Portia's voice sounds sharper than it had before.  The sphinx wastes no time in following her instruction and he launches himself into the air like a cat leaping up onto a table.  His wings spread and they carry him over the few buildings between him and the town square.  He is probably one of the first to arrive and he takes a four-legged stance in front of his lieutenant.
   He looks around in order to spot the rest of his platoon approaching.

   When Portia delivers her small speech and calls upon Nilus to submit himself, Ramenhotep is more than a little shocked.  He recalls the threat of torture on her questionaire and wonders if all this is an act meant to intimidate the weak-willed.  Any creature would be mad to willingly place a noose around his neck, unless Ramenhotep was simply not understanding what it meant to be a soldier.  He decided to watch the events unfold and find out.  His sharp eyes zoomed in on Portia's face, watching for some hint of her true motivation...

"while your at it one of the demons attacked Black Andy recently."

Nilus arrives with the rest of his mercenary company along with second platoon. He listens as Portia speaks, and his grin turns to a frown as she orders him to hang himself...

"Um... go fuck yourself bitch. I specifically told you I did not know what a gallows was. If this is how you run things then I am not seving under you any longer. I am out of here - and I am taking my company and all of our supplies. If you even try to stop us we will blow the shit out of you, and if you are thinking that you may be able to stop us - just think about how YOUR officer will react after you lose half your platoon - over a retarded order, follwed by yet another retarded order. Some people deserve what the Coalition is here to offer."

With that Nilus turns his hovercycle around. He and the rest of Firefly Squad are on their way out of town...
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Lieutenant Dyvalis takes a position next to Lt. Lynn. He quietly watches what is unfolding in the platoon...

Burd and Jeran arrive together, and remain as far as possible from Ret'La dn Jess'Voruk - the two Daemonix.

Corporal Kamada takes her place next to Razgriz up near the front of the pack - facing the Lieutenants.

Private Deacon is one of the last to arrive, on his TW wing board.

Severin and Black Andy have yet to arrive.

Cannon Fodder is sitting onthe ground, in the widest area he could find his elbows are resting on his knees and his head rests in his hands.
"havn't even met the enemy yet and we are already down several people, times like these I wonder if I believe in omens and portents or not"

   Ramenhotep, who happens to be nearby, decides to respond to the Cannon Fodder.  "With a name like yours, I don't think I would want to believe in omens and portents, my gargantuan friend.  However, do not lose faith in our lieutenant yet.  I strongly suspect there is a method to her apparent madness."

"ordering a Junior officer to submit to a death sentence because he dosn't know what a 'Gallows' is, and ignoring a fistfight between two demons wherein one of them later attacks Black Andy...." *looking at Ramenhotep for a few moments*

"and about my name, I'd prefer we just shorten it to Cannon, but it was quite accurate considering the goal they had in mind when they created me. Or rather modified me I should say." Cannon taps his bio-plate armor.

Portia listens to Nilus and considers his threat for a moment. Long enough for him to lead his crew away. "That is acceptable." She says though the Firefly squad is already heading out of town. She chews the corner of her lip for moment and hears Cannon conversing with Ramenhotep. Turning she glares angrily up at the creature that towers over her but her face becomes an emotionless mask again before speaking.

"I would have thought that as a slave you would have learned how to hold your tongue and show respect. I did not ignore anything I instructed the dolts to go ahead and kill one another as long as no Tolkeen citizens were involved. Black Andy probably stuck his nose in where it did not belong. I could care less if any of you kill one another off. I am not your friend nor will I ever be. I am your leader and you will do as you are instructed. We will be a cohesive unit and we will be an effective fighting force.

Portia offers the rope to Lieutenant Dyvalis who is standing next to her. Still looking out at the gathered members of 2nd platoon she says, "I had no intention of hanging the goblin to death. However after he disobeyed a direct order for the second time while in the field of operations I had planned on killing him. It was better to let him go though. Perhaps he and his crew can still be of some use to Tolkeen in another platoon or company made up of unprofessional morons. Turning her atention to her second in command she says calmly. "Second Lieutenant Dyvalis submit yourself for corporal punishment. You can put the noose either around your neck or just your wrists if it would make everyone more comfortable."

Severin walks up as the proceedings get underway, making eye contact with Portia he nods subtly to her. Severin watches quietly as those around test Portias patience, wether they know it or not, they play a dangerous game. The Tauton laughs quietly...

Black Andy comes around the corner and moves to join the rest of the squad. "Sorry I'm late... I was almost done that section of trench-diggin."

He glanced at the noose over the pole and leaned over to the closest person to him and whispered, "Whatsa noose bein used fer?"

"as a slave I learned to kill and destroy things, I also learned that part of having a cohesive fighting force was NOT getting rid of troops by the bunches.Do you have any leadership experience or just a great deal of attitude and threats?"

Dyvalis turns his head slowly to face Lt. Lynn. Raising an eyebrow in surprise he hesitates before moving or responding further.

"Lieutenant Lynn... you are a detestable person, and have done nothing but waste everybody's time since you were assigned to this unit. I am relieving you of your command as of this moment under the charges of actions unbecoming of an officer, and conspiracy to committ murder. I am hereby placing you under arrest. You may use the noose on yourself..."

He then speaks over the radio

"Major Karno come in. We have a possible emergency in town square. Lt. Lynn has just been relieved of her command and I have placed her under arrest... I suspect this will require your assistance ASAP."

The massive Tauton saunters forward, his tail swishing a bit behind him, he moves for Dyvalis, "Excuse me...sir. But as far as my knowledge of your military goes, you do not have the rank, or right to perform that action. Lt. Lynn is the 1st Leiutenant, and you are not. I would advise against threatening her. That is also behavior inapproriate for an officer." The tail stops moving and the huge creature stands fully still, waiting for a response, or action.

   Ramenhotep stops scrawling in his notebook when Dyvalis decides to attempt a coup.  The disorder of the Tolkeen fighting force must surely be her greatest weakness.  Ramenhotep finds himself agreeing with Severin.  If Karno is only a radio call away, why would Dyvalis have the authority to arrest his superior?
   But then Dyvalis calls Karno himself and it looks like he intends to make this mutiny somehow official.  The sphinx returns his gaze to his sketchbook for a moment before reciting a short lyric from memory...

   "And so descend the demons of hell, consumed by sins of ignorance.  Blessed be Thy wisdom, for it shall bring us redemption..."

"it would be best if we waited for an authority type, but I agree that Lt. Lynn is NOT a capable leader and will have to inform command of that in my report"

CannonFodder has not yet moved at all really but does shift to a possition more easily mobile, just in case.

Portia laughs, not too loudly or obnoxiously but with a small amount of genuine amusement. "I do not care who your daddy is you simpering fool. It would be in your best interest not to cross me. Since you have disobeyed two direct orders, both of which were given during a time of war, I could technically have you executed. Though it is highly unlikely I would get away with such an act... at least in regards to you. With the goblin I would have and there is certainly no conspiracy involved in that. While I doubt Severin is well versed in the revised Tolkeen Code of Military Justice he does have a valid point. You have overextended your authority. You are dissmissed Lieutenant.

The mirth having disappeared from her face as she spoke Portia once again lets a slight smile play across her thin red lips.

"Unless of course...lieutenant... you or anyone else would like to try and express your heartfelt sentiments in a more physical manner. Then we could get all of this over with very quickly I assure you."

Portia drops the noose into the dirt and awaits the arrival of Major Karno. While she doubts anything else other than whining protests will occur she does however stand prepared. She pointedly ignores Cannon Fodder and it is obvious she considers him beneath her notice despite the fact he towers over everyone.

Severin smiled, revealing a mouth full of ridiculously sharp teeth, knuckles popped and he cracked his neck. Severin may be a man of magic, but there was just something about smashing heads with your bare hands that really got him. He waited then, to see if any were foolish enough to challenge Portia

"the entire Firefly Demolitions Squad and now Dyvalis, while simultaniously willing to let other troops kill each other, I am a little curiuos Lt. who would you actually like to have defend this city?"

Andy raises one long arm up in the air like a child in a classroom.

"Beg yer pardon ma'am... but are you bleeding insane? Or did someone bash ye in the head with a big club? Or maybe drop ye as a child?"

Cannon Fodder key's his overly large radio unit.

"Cannon Fodder to Major Karno, requesting your presence. the Second has a serious problem brewing that our XO is unable to handle. Over"

   Sigh  Ramenhotep exhales audibly as he lays down on the ground.  He flips back a few pages in his sketchbook and adds a short word to the line of text already printed there.  He looks up from his work and around at the platoon gathered here.  "I sincerely hope you know what you're doing..." The sphinx mutters aloud to no one in particular.
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Razgriz, standing among the front ranks of the force as a Sargeant has been watching the entire exchange having said nothing throughout. Finally seeing the near breakdown he steps forward to their Commander and bows his head, "Allow me to accept the punishhhment for the foolss."

Stepping over to place the noose around his neck and turn towards the crowd as he waits patiently for what he knew was coming...

Curious to see how Dyvalis responds, more to the overtures of Razgriz at this point then what she said, Portia does not immediately say anything else. As the Adarok continues to speak out of turn she looks up at him once more and the look of contempt on her normally emotionless face is apparent. Casually lifting her radio up she sends her own message in a very calm and collected tone.

"Major Karno sir... with the exception of some unruly and disrespectful mercenaries and a small internal quibble there is little here that demands your immediate attention. Certainly nothing I cannot handle. If you are otherwise uncommitted however I am sure my men would be assuaged your presence.

Upon hearing that he is radioed not once but several times to solve a dispute Zor gets up from making his rough outline of where he wanted defensive positions set up within Mad Town. I suppose I will have to take care of this later.

Zor then makes his way to second platoons location, and is almost ran over by the Firefly Demolition Squad as they ride out of town. When he gets there he finds one of the sergeants assigned to second platoon standing around with a noose around his neck, and most everyone else assembled.Zor is wearing his suit of Fury beetle armor, and while has his mirror shield and Battle Fury Blade with him they are slung on his back.

“Lieutenants Lynn and Dyvalis what is going on here and why does this sergeant have noose around his neck?

“Furthermore why has the Firefly Demolition Squad left town, they drove past me and almost ran me over while on my way here?”

Dyvalis glares back at Portia. His lip trembles slightly, the cause is buried down while he returns the sorceress' stare. As the Major arrives he turns to salute him before the major speaks.

"Major Karno sir. Lieutenant Lynn ordered the leader of Firefly squad to place a noose around his neck for not constructing a gallows for the lieutenant even after asking what a gallows was... Nilus refused her order and left, along with his company. She then turned to me and ordered me to place the noose around my neck..."

The yound officer turns to look at her again with a face of disgust, making eye contact for a moment before staring at her boots... a drip of sweat runs down his foread, and drips from the end of his nose...

Major Karno returns Dyvalis salute, and listens to his side of the story, maintaining eye contact the entire time to let the Elf know Zor really is listening..

“I want a volunteer among those here who can fly to go find the Firefly Demolition Squad and tell Nilus that I would like to speak to him, assure him that he will no longer have to take orders from Lieutenant Lynn.”

Zor then asks Potia her side of the story.

“Lieutenant Lynn what is your side of the story?” in a slightly irritated voice and stares at her with his one good eye.

“Oh and explain to me why a gallows was to be constructed, and why you thought that of all units a demolition squad, who’s expertise is blowing stuff of up would know how to build a gallows. You should have asked if we had anybody here with engineering experience.”

OOC: I’ve only briefly read what has occurred in this thread and any decision Zor make will be based upon characters explanations. I just did this in a game I GM and it worked out rather interesting with a Cyber Snatcher being judged by a jury of his peers (The players) and subsequently was executed. Of course Zor isn’t the executing type.

   "I'll fetch the goblin and his team."  Ramenhotep speaks aloud as he stands up and then launches himself into the air.  Flapping his wings a few times to gain altitude, he is quickly away in the direction of the demolition team.

   "Nilus, this is Ramenhotep of Pluto Company, please stand by.  I have a message from Major Karno."  The sphinx attempts to call the goblin over the radio to avoid racing to catch up with them.

   "I'm en route to your location.  It won't take more than a minute for me to reach you by air."  Ramenhotep responds to Nilus as he continues his flight.  It doesn't take long for his keen eyesight to pick out the dust trail left by the team's hovercycles and then to reach them.

   Ramenhotep lands softly a distance away from Nilus and then walks up to him.  The sphinx bows his head slightly in greeting before explaining himself.

   "Major Karno is ordering your return as he would like to speak with you.  He has stated that you will no longer be under the command of Lieutenant Portia Lynn upon your return to duty.  In my opinion, she is about to be disciplined."

   Ramenhotep awaits a response.
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Cannon Fodder waits patiently, over sized clipboard handy just in case Karno needs some notes on prevous happenings. His report at the ready.

Portia gives Major Karno a quick salute as well when he shows. "Good evening Sir. Sorry you were interrupted. There was certainly no need for it I assure you." Lynn looks over at Dyvalis and says, "The Second lieutenant has the jist of it correct actually. However he either remembers incorrectly or is exagerating about the orders I issued him. My exact words were in fact; 'Second Lieutenant Dyvalis submit yourself for corporal punishment. You can put the noose either around your neck or just your wrists if it would make everyone more comfortable.'

Portia pulls a small digital recorder from the folds in her robes.

I have it all right here on an audio recording actually that I intend to include with my report. Second Lieutenant Dyvalis rather than displaying a set of balls and submitting himself for just punishment after having disobeyed a direct order, with multiple documented reminders I might add, decided to try and change the subject by questionng my ability to command and overstepping his authority. The whole ordeal is rather silly really. The Sergeant here being a good Sergeant offered up himself to accept the punishment for the second Lieutenant. I was waiting to see if he would allow such a thing or not. I would view that as a great test of character actually. I do not not expect much from these lowly mercenaries but honestly I am a little disapointed in Dyvalis. Much as his own father is as the rumors go. Personally after reviewing his file I assumed he had gotten the short end of the stick and he has a load of potential. That is why I hand selected him for this unit. If he is willing to submit to his punishment and then follow the initial order I issued then he is welcome to remain within second platoon. Otherwise I am afraid I will have to request his transfer and bring in what will likely amount to a less capable officer but one that can follow orders."

"As far as the goblin sir. I would prefer not to waste much further breath on such a moronic little creature. The imbecile should not be allowed around so many explosives by my estimation. His inability to make a simple construct displayed he has no business being in the 2nd sir. Anyone stupid enough to completely ignore an order from their superior when all they would have had to do is make a simple inquiry or two is beyond help in my opinion. If you were to order me to 'Work Wonders and Shit Cucumbers' you can rest assured I will find a way to make it so. I hope you can utilize him with one of the other platoons under your command. After reading all the personell files and reports from previous missions it is painfully obvious you have a good number of first rate fuckups around here. The members of the 2nd will not be among them as long as I am in command of it. That is why I was assigned here."

The Lieutenant settles back hands resting casually folded together. She seems supremely confident in herself as well as her actions thus far.
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Dyvalis snickers during Portia's side of the story.

"Without an inquiry? Major sir - I assure you Nilus asked what a gallows was - Portia responded with a death threat. And if anyone should 'accept' punishment for a lack of quality in this unit - there is only one to blame as far as I can tell."

Cannon Fodder tries to very subtly catch Dyvalis's eye looking down at his report

Zor nods his head as Portia delivers here speech.

“Lieutenant Lynn, a soldier is bound only follow a lawful order. While the order to build a gallows is a lawful order, the order to submit one for punishment is not. We are not the Coalition and therefore do not summarily execute troops for a minor infraction. I understand you want good order and discipline in your unit, and I applaud you for it. If you feel it is necessary to punish the members of your platoon you may do so in any method you wish, as long as they are fit for battle. If a crime such as murder or beating occurs then myself and the platoon commanders will convene to determine punishment.”

Once the matter of a lawful order an unlawful order is taken care of Zor goes on.

“Now if one disobeys orders in battle then that can be construed as an act of cowardice. If the coward manages to survive the battle the being will be dealt with accordingly.”

“In regards to Nilus, after he stated that he did not know how to build such a structure you should have either provided instructions to build a gallows, found one who could instruct Nilus and his men to build a gallows, or found a more competent being to carry out the task. I will deal with Nilus for his insubordination.”

“Last either I missed it or you didn’t state it but why was a gallows to be constructed? Did somebody commit a murder and I not informed of it?”

"Yes Sir of course. I understood all of that and fully intended to comply with the laws set forth by Tolkeens war council. I always have and will Sir. In regards to the goblin... well I suppose I could have told him to fetch me a hot pink watermelon. The outcome would be identical and is satisfactory to me all the same. I knew he was a moron and of course I could have told him to string a rope over a lamp post but that would have defeated the purpose. My secondary intent was to create something sufficient to bind Lieutenant Dyvalis to so that I may have him beaten. Besides it has a nice symbolic quality. Anyway I have that now and will be about utilizing it shortly."

Portia looks over at Razgriz.

"Unless of course Lieutenant Dyvalis is a coward and intends to let the Sergeant here bear the burden of his inability to follow a simple order. Either way will suffice. Oh and by the way sir if you would like a hot pink watermelon I can have one for you on the double."

At the continued exchange, Black Andy's face gets more and more incredulous... The lieutenant was clearly deranged.

Zor shakes his head wondering how Portia become an officer Well she must have dome something good at some point or another, lets hope this is the only time she makes herself looks bad.

“Lieutenant Lynn I see no reason to beat Lieutenant Dyvalis, it seems he was only acting in defense of others. Nor shall you beat Sergeant Razgriz or any other members of your platoon regarding this incident."

Zor then gets on the radio.

~“Ramenhotep? Have you found Nilus yet?”~

~“1st platoon I want a status report on your recent engagement.”~
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"It has nothing to do with this incident Sir. I am not sure if you want to micromanage every aspect of each platoon or only those with whining ass mercenaries who long for their mothers teat and cry out for help when they cannot help themselves. If you do then obviously I am all for that. If that is not the case then I must be allowed to do the job I was appointed to in the manner I see fit. Of course I will do it by the book. If I cannot then by all means please promote one of these nincimpoops and send me back to Tolkeen where I can lead some real troops who want to fight the enemy instead of pandering around like a bunch of mealy mouth cocksuckers....Sir."

“Lt. Lynn it would do well if your mind your manners when speaking to myself or a superior. I could care less how you speak to or run your platoon as long as all beings are fit to fight when the time comes. I am quite sure you can work around that, say for example have those that need discipline build a fighting position and once finished  have take down the fighting position, only to build it again. Hopefully they will learn from their mistakes and not make them again. Understood?”

Cannon Fodder rubs his temples unable to believe the idea of leaving Lynn in charge is still in Zor's mind....anyone can see the woman is insane.

"While involved in this situation, I would like to point out that the idea of the watermelon is a perfect example of the original order that caused all of this. The goblin... I mean Nilus... had not done anything I am aware of to come off as a moron at all. The order to construct a gallows was odd, and random - just like fetching a watermelon. I believe that is why it was ignored - not to mention he did not understand the order. He runs a team of demolition experts... I would imagine they are good at what they do. And Sgt. Razgriz - I believe you can put down the rope... we will not be needing it. Lieutenant Lynn, after this has drawn to a close - perhaps we should take a few moments to sort out our differences. We are going to be serving together - and I think it would be beneficial if we did not go on hating each other over this..."
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Ramenhotep is not surprised to find the members of Firefly Squad aiming their weapons at the creature.

"Ordering my return? ugh... tell him if that bitch or one of her goons so much as looks at me or my crew funny I am going to blow her and them to bits."

   "That sounds wonderful."  Ramenhotep responds, eyeing the weapons with more curiosity than fear.

    He uses his radio once more.  "Karno, I have contacted Nilus and he will be returning shortly."  Then, looking back to Nilus, he continues.  "You can tell him yourself.  You and I will be seeing less of each other now as I will be remaining in 2nd Platoon.  I hope the rest of your term of service is a happy one.  If there is nothing else, then Good day sir."
   With that, Ramenhotep will back up a few paces and then leap back into the air.  He wonders why the demolition team were so defensive upon his approach.  Perhaps this is not the first time they have deserted their post?  A previous occasion might have resulted in violence... Ramenhotep's speculation is pointless however and he returns to the rest of his platoon.

"Understood Sir. Though I am sure the Coalition will gladly do the honors of taking them down for us." Portia replies respectfully then turns her attention away from Major Karno, who she anticipates will be leaving for more important matters, and back to her own platoon. "Yes Sergeant I agree with Second Lieutenant Dyvalis put the rope down. You will not be accepting the Lieutenants punishment for him. Not alone anyway. The entire platoon will bear the burden for his insubordination until the time he chooses to comply with the initial order I issued. For now you are all dismissed. Go and report to Mercenary Sergeant Silvermasque from the Third. He seems to be the only one doing anything constructive around here. Report to me before you bed down for the evening. That will be all.

The fiery petite woman turns her intimidating gaze from the group over to just Dyvalis. "You want to talk? Talk. After that I will talk and when we are finished talking we will understand one another. Seeing some of the members of the platoon not moving as quick as she would like she lets out a yell that is startlingly fierce for a person her size."You heard me MOVE YOUR ASSES!" Picking up her radio she calls out over the channel designated for all of Pluto Company.

"Mercenary Sergeant Silvermasque... I have some help headed your way. Please ensure that they are supplied with an inordinate supply of drudge work. If any of them give you any problems send them to me.

Razgriz eyes the Platoon commander quite narrowly, he was technically a 'Good' Necromancer... but that didn't mean he thought intimidation was no longer a valid form of leadership. Especially with demons and other such creatures, he was quite glad at that moment his own Undead were for the most part quite literally Mindless Zombies.

Removing the noose and Saluting the superior officers, he heads off towards where he parked his hovercycle. Glaring at those still unmoved before heading off towards where they were commanded to go.

Andy had his hand up in the air as he looked up at Major Karno, "Sir, may I request bein shifted to a diff'rent platoon? As a merc, I gotta say... yer simply not paying me enough to work under the conditions within this one. Even more simply put, ah would not risk my life for this commander, payed or not."

“I’ll think about it.” Zor then leaves to back to the mountain of paper work he has to deal with, part of which was reorganizing Pluto Company...

"yes I also would like to be moved out of this Platoon, I have no confidence in Lt. Lynn's competence as a commanding officer"

"Stupid peons! This is war and you are concerened about polite manners! I expect your new officers will be very polite and bow to you and suck your dicks off whenever you please. But don't come back to this one when you realize smiles and charm dont help when the skull-faces are laughing over your corpses..."

Cannon Fodder ignores Burd

Razgriz catches Burd's comment as he mounts up and has a loud slitherish laugh, agreeing with the Demon's assessment. There would be a lot less soldiers in Pluto Company after this engagement with the CS, of that he was sure.

"Chuckleface, anybody told ye yer a bloody idjit? Manners got nothing to do with it. She could swear her face off and shit on commanding officers if I thought obeying her orders would keep us alive any longer." Black Andy didn't so much rise to Burds taunts as spit back at him, both literally and figuratively, as he spat in the dirt in Burds direction, hocking it up between his grinning teeth.

Looking over from where she awaits an answer from her second in command Portia interjects as everyone heads out. "Keeping my people alive is a priority in order to maintain an effective combat ready unit. Putting my men in a position where they can succeed is a direct reflection on my ability as a leader." Portia says coldly as if speaking to a child who should have realized the obviousness of that simple concept. Anyone with even an inkling of ability to read a persons motivations can tell however that the she places more importance on the "reflection of her" portion than the "keeping my people alive" part. "Worry about who you will be serving under later and get your sorry asses to work like you were ordered. All of you!" The last part she says looking over at Burd and Severin.

"Ma'am... I WAS working before ye called me and the rest of the squad over here for this idiocy. And if'n ye can't keep your demons in line while we all be workin, I'll be reportin the next time I have to stop workin to defend myself against one o' their unprovoked attacks." Andy's expression was hard to read, since the natural toothy grin tended to overwhelm most of the other expressions.

Cannon Fodder goes back to what he was doing, really hoping for that transfer in the back of his mind.

"Did that sack of shit just say unprovoked?"

He says as he begins to walk away... after only a few steps he turns back to Portia

"What is it you wanted me to do again?"

"Begone!" Portia yells at the Thornhead Demon vehemently. Then in a more soothing and almost parental tone she adds, "And please try not to kill anyone. Even if they really deserve it."

After the troops have shufled off to their duties Dyvalis takes this advantage to speak with Portia.

   From the air, Ramenhotep can see his platoon moving away from Portia and Karno, although Lieutenant Dyvalis appears to be remaining behind.  Rather than overuse the radio, the sphinx swoops in and lands not far from his commanding officer.
   "Lieutenant Portia,  I'm afraid I wasn't present for any orders you may have given the platoon.  Should I accompany them?"

Portia looks up from where she is standing and speaking with Dyvalis. She looks for an instant like she is going to yell angrily but instead says in a voice loud enough for the Sphinx to hear. "The others have gone to do drudge work. Join them if you like. I would prefer you work on the wards that will be needed in defense of this town. Perhaps meet with that Atlantean Magus who keeps blabbing on the radio. As long as you are doing something productive I do not care." She waves the Sphinx off with her tiny gloved hand and turns her attention back to the elf standing in front of her.

Cannon Fodder lumbers over towards the church and finds a space he can stand in while being out of the way, well as out of the way something his size can be.