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.