1st Lieutenant Xion (PC)

Lieutenant Avery Drake (PC)

Sergeant Braga (NPC)

Sergeant Magnet Man (PC)

Corporal Van Fanel (PC)

Private Obidiah (PC)

Private Karnon (PC)

Mercenary Sergeant Silvermasque (PC)

Mercenary Sergeant Mithas (NPC)

Mephisto (NPC)

Arven (PC)

Lotus (PC)

Matyss (NPC)

Nebress (NPC)

Na - Wa (PC)

Sarah McKnight (NPC)

Dekker (NPC)
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Arven layed atop the ATV staring up at the sky on the ride back to Tolkeen marveling at the fact he not only lived through another battle but this time managed to escape without a scratch. Thinking of the amulets inside his bag that he looted from the dead Spulgorth minions he fully intends to keep that particular tradition alive. He laughs aloud but over the roar of all the engines no one can hear the Rahu-Man. He left the Pecos Empire not to fight for Tolkeen but to come and die fighting the Coalition. He never really had anything to live for but himself and even he had grown tired of his own brand of bullshit. But now... well now things are different.

Hopping off the top of the big ATV into the streets of Tolkeen he growls at some gawking kids causing them to run off in fear. Reaching into his satchel he pulls out the sheer stretchy blouse he pulled off of one of the dead Altara women. Tossing it to Lotus he says in a manner that sounds only half-joking, "Here you can wear this on our honeymoon." Without waiting for her sharp retort he adds, "Im going to find your long lost bro and that jackass Mystic Knight buddy of his. If ya wanna go?"

Gathering up the four rifles and the staff he acquired that he did not add to the overall communal loot pile he heads off in search of Zed and his crew. Once he finds him he hands over the two CTT-M20 missile rifles first. "Here ya go jacksack... like I promised. Take these fuckers too. That ought to cover my missile reloads and I need someone to charge these Naruni magazines for me and the mini-cell on my force field." He lays down the two CP-40 particle beam rifles he salvaged as well.

   Lotus catches the sheer outfit and holds it up against her battered armour as if to try it on.  "I don't think you could handle it, Arven.  At least not like a gentleman."  Lotus walks off with the rahu man in search of her brother and his crew.

   Lotus remains quiet walking up to Zed, letting Arven carry the conversation.  But she does interject when it seems like Arven is about to waste his cash.  "I'll recharge those for you Arven.  No money needed." Lotus waits for Zed to say something.

 And now it's time once more to play the 'who has what' game, with your favourite host, 'Sergeant Silvermasque the Two-Tonne Boss of You.' (or something like that).

 Mostly this consists of him moving from one survivor to the next once the team is back home, holding a personal computer and presenting the impression of a man working a little way beyond his usual educational level as he tabulates credit values, works out repair costs and generally goes about the business of determining group shares after damages.

 This includes of course coming up behind Arven at the Quartermasters and battering him on the shoulder in a comeradely fashion... "Here is to be hoping you were not forgetting to be putting thirty million universal credits of big pointy magic stick into group pot for fair division - is being single biggest thing company came away with I am thinking."

---

 Now, going back to Chapter 4, Pluto Company we divied to the tune of 141k apiece, including regular army as well as mercenaries.

 Basically 'Masque is once again going to get people to put alllll the salvage in a big pile. I mean a /big/ pile - this includes stuff people want to keep as well as stuff people want to sell on. We work out the cash value, then folks get to have their share of that value in stuff or creds, not adjusted by their minimal worth as a Merc (if you have a claim to being 'special' well whoopy-do, by my reckoning the entire party is on about 120-140% share and I can't be arsed to do the math. ^_^ ). If two people want the same item they can either 'bid' for it or toss a coin or something.
 If anyone is going to ICly object to the process, then please post doing so.

 Please list stuff you've looted here, pm anything you want to try and hide away without admitting to to Moloch, since at the very least the GM needs to know what you've got and this will hopefully be the big 'clearing house' thread for that.


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 Masque's Loot.

 This time he came back with little explicitly acquired. Most of the things he wanted were reduced to very, very tiny pieces, but with his unallocated carrying capacity he's bound to have helped out with carrying something back, probably a damaged RPA suit or a big bag of toys.
 Mostly his efforts on clean-up duty were confined to grabbing personal computers, RPA black boxes, vehicle recorders and memory cores. Information is ammunition and all that - to be handed over for 'extra credit' to Tolkeen Intelligence.
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"You can go fuck yourself you commie bastard. Give me a cut of the rest of the haul or don't but ain't nobody getting shit of what I took unless I wanna give it to em'." Arven says sincerely.

 "That is not quite how thing is working gunslinger. We are agreeing to be sharing our take - everyone paid for what we took away with blood, some more than could be spared." replies the large, armoured 'borg, tapping the computer pad with his clawed thumb, his impassive visor meeting Arven's always-angry glare from not more than a few inches below "And is only fair that everyone shares in reward."

 "Is being your call - you are part of team, or you are no-one, and if you are no-one you can start to be walking away. If you want to make self into thief or soldier, is only you who can decide."

Zed is found with his crew outside the gates of Tolkeen. His tables, and shelves of weapons and other things-war have grown exponentially. It seems he has started a mercenary company as well and has several rough-looking gunmen and other men-at-arms standing around waiting to speak with him.

Zed seems to be a very busy man currently... his crew are all doing their part by helping Zed to manage his weapons, equipment, and mercenaries - along with Kelthos' magical equipment and Smiths' repairs.

As Lotus and Arven approach Zed notices and quickly finishes dealing with a one-armed greot hunter - selling him a triax rail gun.

"Lotus! You're in one piece! I guess I have spider-man here to thank for that... nah... it's probably the other way around... you probably keep him safe..." - he says with a smirk.

"So Spider Man - you got my gear for me?"

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.

"Yep." Arven says handing over the two missile rifles he promised Zed. The Rahu-Man does toss the two particle beam cannons and other few small trinkets he picked up into the community pile. The staff and the amulets however he holds on to. Nearly anyone else he would probably gun down or just ignore but he respects Masque enough to at least explain his position. No capitulation just an explanation.

"Im not a thief or a soldier. Im a murderer. Mass muderer as a matter of fact and thats about it. I seen a staff similar to this for sale once in the Colorado Baronies and I know it is worth a shitload. Putting it in a pile to split with all these fuckers just don't add up. That would be like saying we are all equal and I know I am far superior to most of these shitheels. Course that is just my opinion but even if that weren't true putting it in would be saying that their worth in that battle or any other is on par with mine. We all know that ain't true so like I said too bad so fuckin sad pussycat. "

Arven turns preparing to make his way over to deal with Kelthos but turns back to Masque.

"Don't get me wrong I understand your ideology I just think your full of shit and im not playin ball. Im gonna cut you in and Lotus because you deserve it. You wanna disperse that around to the rest of these chuckledicks then it is your call. One thing is for sure and that is I ain't walkin away nowhere. Not until it is time to go and im the one that decides that. Im reliable but my "team" only has a couple players on it."

Lt. Drake had spent part of the long trip back to Tolkeen composing a few critical reports regarding the operation.

The first was a charge of insubordination and disobeying a direct order while in combat, to be filed against Private Attila.  He cited situation, orders given, actions taken, and the Private's stated reasoning for failure to comply.

This report was delivered up the chain of command to Lt. Xion once the Company had returned to Tolkeen.

The second report was worded quite carefully, and expressed concern over operatives being sent out into the field with secret orders that could potentially jeopardize the entire operation.

This report was handed directly to the Major, to be dealt with as she saw fit.

An overall battle report was also composed, detailing the plan as it was given and as much of how it unfolded as Drake knew.  This too was passed up the chain of command to Lt. Xion.

Finally, and most covertly, he transcribed his recording of the mission planning and his stated objections onto a disk that he secreted upon his person.


Once back in Tolkeen, he requisitioned a repair crew for poor, battered Brun, intending to return to oversee much of the repairs himself.  Fortunately her damage wasn't too extensive, but several large sections of the armour plating on her chest would need to be replaced before she was whole once more.

When word gets to him of the latest news report, he merely shrugs -- while it will affect those under his command, and thus his deployment of them, this new 'anti-magic' doesn't affect him personally.  There's something to be said for relying upon human ingenuity and technological advancement -- not a sentiment to be voiced too loudly in this camp, however, for such is a strong point of the Coalition's party line....

 "As killer, you are maybe one of eight or ten best I have seen. But as soldier you are so-so at best. Too much waving of dick at people and not enough being part of team." replies the big Tiger-borg, standing no more than a couple of feet from oversized 'slinger - making no particular move to start a fight, but obviously as determined as the Rahu-man to see this come out the 'right' way. "Maybe you think my way is chickenshit way, because I only kill fighting enemy and take prisoners, or want to see comrades rewarded equally for risk... But does not matter - is way things are, chickenshit or no."

 "Now stick is maybe thirty to forty million in credits - it was taken after battle everyone took part in, with supporting fire or ground assault or magic power. Everyone shares risk, everyone shares reward." - the large 'borg shrugs, a complex motion of his upper body that indicates an essential helplessness before the way of the world. "I guess is your call what to do now, da?"

   Lotus forces a smile in response to Zed's happy greeting.  She has the look of someone who has much more to say but feels that now just isn't the right time.  "After all this shit is done with here... I'll look you up, bro.  That's a promise.  I just can't do this right now."

   Then, without missing a beat, Lotus turns to look up at Arven and then the white tiger.  She's still carrying Zephram's staff too.  "Silvermasque, this war is so fucked up we should really be worrying about things bigger than who gets which loot.  Just take what you can get and try to avoid being skull-fucked by a brodkil.  That's my new motto.  Why don't you get your priorities straight and find some bigger fish to fry.  Go exterminate that fuckin monster Osema and then you can talk about Arven's stick."

Arven does his best not to laugh when Lotus mentions Osema. "Yep... or go take that guy Sharps runesword away from theat crazy pasty white fuckin tag-along we picked up. " Arven walks off to find Kelthos and trade in the staff for credit.

 Except there's a two-tonne Cyborg standing in the way... awkward when that happens.

 "Is not so easy, pretty little Lotus. given choice, necromancer would be dead, demons would be dead, hell, Arven would be in stockade. But these things I cannot do and still fight war." - those great armoured arms of his fold smoothly across his chest, and he really doesn't seem about to move.

 "Staff however - was taken by team, was earned by team. I cannot be letting one of us steal what was earned by all - is not right. I am sorry for this being so, but I am having no choice. That is yours alone."

   "Everyone's got a choice Mr. policeman.  You happen to like nitpicking.  But you could certainly choose to solve more important issues if you fuckin' wanted to.  I chose to say nothing when that disgusting brodkil shoved his ugly prick into the corpse of that CS soldier down in the tunnel.  If I get the chance, I'm going to cut the fuckin' thing off and feed it to him.  I'm certainly not going to let the laws of the madmen governing this kingdom stand in the way of my own morality.  If you feel the need to stand there lilke some pussy waiting to get fucked, then that's your fuckin' choice.  Why don't you go tell Xion what I just fuckin' said."

When Arven makes to walk away and Masque moves to stand in his path the Rahu-Man shakes his head looking genuinelly disapointed. He starts walking backwards taking long strides that no doubt strain his chronic leg injuries. His face belies no pain or emotion however. Shrugging off his pack and dropping the staff into the dirt he says, "Today you get to die for your bullshit beliefs." Continuing to step backwards all four muscular arms unfurl from beneath his serrape and his fingers flex outward stretching as he cracks his neck to the side. At about fifty feet back he stops all four arms out wide. "You want the stick come and get it. But bring the heat with ya cause im takin your life either way."

 Or, more accurately - that's what Arven would /like/ to happen...

 It's not of course. Silvermasque is many things, but stupid isn't very high on the list - and neither is a murderer. So, neither particularly wanting to kill the big Gunslinger, nor wanting to have himself riddled with energy bolts at fifty paces before he can blink (if he could blink), he instead just takes one giant-sized stride forwards with every gimping step back Arven himself takes, retaining the distance between them at rather less than that of those pulse laser rifles held at arms extension.

 "Do not be bloody silly..." he remarks almost good-naturedly, as he turns what ought to be a solemn and serious fight to the death into a very slightly comic spectacle, "I might not want you to marry my sister, but I like you well enough, when you are not being dick." he remarks, making no particular move to relax himself - his entirely mechanical limbs needing no such preparation.

"Is there a problem here?"  The close-stepping pair have nearly ended up trampling a moderate-sized humanoid in Naruni chameleon armour -- as it happens, Lt. Drake, out of his 'bot.  He doesn't appear to be armed with more than a sidearm and a vibroknife, but the limited body language readable through his armour seems to indicate he's...not entirely pleased.

 Masque's head turns away from the large gunslinger and down towards the smaller human figure that the pair have come so close to running over...

 "Is up to Arven here, Lieutenant." replies the cyborg Sergeant, still maintaining his distance from the 'slinger. "Pluto company have always taken salvage and shared equally, regular and mercenary alike. Arven has come away with thirty million credit stick plus maybe other things from Slave Barge, and is not wanting to share, but was happy to take share when was coming from others."

 With one relatively 'free' hand, the 'Borg extends towards Avery the personal computer he's been using to tabulate salvage so far on, a list of equipment along with the names of those who have recovered it, with an approximate cash value running alongside "We are just discussing matter now."

Approaching quietly, as was his style, Xion over hears the entire conversation between Masque and Avery. The look on his face indicates anger, closing on the point of rage. "Arven over here now!" Seeing the female mystic knight near Arven he motions for her too, "Masque keep going with the split please. Lt. Drake, we will discuss your reports ASAP."

Once Arven and Lotus are a distance away from Masque Xion hits his radio, "Masque, no contact unless someone tries to kill you for a few moments please." Turning back to face the two mercs with him, "Lotus, you have proven yourself over and again in combat, Arven you as well. I am considerably glad you are on my side of this conflict. But you aren't making friends with the rest of the troops, and I know that isn't your job. But out there we are all each other has, and even if the two of you stuck together, you wouldn't stand a chance out there alone. We all need each other...period, no questions. Arven, you shot down that barge damn near single handedly, I saw that. Masque won't see it that way, some of the others won't. We have to be able to function as a team. Even if that means not pissing people off. Arven, how much did that staff sell for when you saw it up for auction?"

Arven, much like he always has, ignores Avery and for the first time Xion as well. This thing has started between himself and Russian borg and it will soon be resolved one way or the other. He smiles at Masque for a second and then the smile fades. "Im not here to dance with you bitch and im done talkin. Step out of my way now or get ready to start killin me. I'll make it easy for ya so I dont' have to hear your flapping ass synthetic lips anymore. I'll count to three like yer momma used to do and then im gonna spank yer metal ass. 1...2...3!"
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Thus ignored, it's a simple matter for Avery to unholster his sidearm and snug it up firmly against the back of the Rahu-Man's knee.

"Point-blank, I wager I can empty the clip and take your leg off from the knee down before you manage to send me flying," he says conversationally.  "I suggest you start listening and stand down, or you will be put down, is that clear?"  He doesn't sound particularly angry at the moment -- but is that a good thing?

   Lotus might have gone to speak with Xion if Arven didn't stand his ground.  With his choice to ignore Xion, Lotus couldn't leave him to face Silvermasque alone.  And then Avery escalates the situation...
   Not about to let Arven get distracted, Lotus moves to parry Avery's sidearm with Zephram's staff.  She's not trying to hurt the lieutenant, just avoid an unbalanced confrontation by tapping his armoured forearm to prevent the weapon from being aimed.
   "Just so you guys are aware, Zed here, our friendly neighbourhood arms dealer, happens to be my long lost brother.  Since we're all taking sides, I thought you all should know who's on mine."
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Magnet Man and Braga are not too far behind Xion. Braga stops about 30 feet away with his hands on his holsters. Magnet Man comes closer to talking range.

Magnet Man prepares to throw down with the bickering mercenaries. "Okay kids, the lunch monitor is here. I hope you realize they don't call me magnet man because of my good looks. Lt. Drake? if I may?"

With one outstretched hand Lotus helmet is pulled off, and she is levitated into the air.

"Mystic Knight - leave this area immediately or you will be fired for your infraction. You struck an officer bitch -  pretty sure that is grounds for dismissal. Now for you two giants - Arven and Masque. If either of you respond to me with anythign other than "yes sir" you are both fired and will forfeit any pay still owed to you."

"I don't know what the problem is but if this moves into violence - believe me when I say I can bring you both down, or up, or wherever I want to bring you. Now mercenaries... let mommy and daddy deal with this and you can all go play with the crazy. Masque? give me the computer you have been working on."

   Lotus doesn't fight the levitation.  She keeps herself calm and focused on the situation.  She waits for Arven to act.
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From the side of the entire confrontation - a loud menacing voice echoes through the market.

"Coalition, Atlantis Splugorth, New German Republic, Free Quebec... wont hurt to add Tolkeen to the list."

Zed is holding a modified CTT-P40 aimed directly at Magnet Mans' head.

"Everybody shut the fuck up. Put your fucking weapons down - and you! - he gestures to Magnet Man by aiming his massive cannon at his face - "Put her down."

"Since you all have decided to do this in front of my fucking shop - I just became your third party mediator. When Arven sells this staff what the fuck do you think he is going to buy with it? A condo over-looking the ocean? He is going to buy more fucking weapons. Think of it as your mobile turret is getting a makeover. Tolkeen has rules set in place - but if their officers had their balls drop yet they would have solved this problem when Arven picked the loot up. Sometimes you have to be rough with your troops Xion or whatever the fuck your name is. I suggest you move either the big pussy" - gesturing to Silvermasque by aiming his cannon at HIS face... - "pun intended, or Arven to a different platoon before they kill each other."

"But here.... now.... at my shop - no way. So all of you shut your traps - buy my shit or get the fuck out of here - you are scaring the customers."

Naturally all of Zeds' crew has taken notice of the situation - including Kelthos The Mystic Knight, among a juicer, a massive Cyborg, a dog boy, several other human gunmen and a cyber knight. All involved in the conflict get the impression that they will just gun everybody down if anything goes sour. Except Lotus - she is pretty sure she will get through this fine.

   Lotus' smile is plainly visible with her helmet removed.

 So much to respond to... so many things to deal with... And all this just to see to it that people don't screw with the chain of command and share their take with their fellows.
 Well, that's how 'Masque sees it - others might just see it as getting to keep what's theirs.

 "Please Lieutenant, Lotus... is no reason to be pulling guns, or encouraging trouble. Is Arven's move." he states amiably enough as people start pulling handguns and generally milling about in an agressive fashion.

 Magnet on the other hand, when he turns up is given something of a wry look - insofarasmuch as a visor can be said to have a wry look, whilst one hand comes up to tap silvery vibro-claws lightly upon a battered, shot-scarred marking on one shoulder, "Three stripes are beating two last time I was counting Corporal - even on Mercenary, and you are not 'sir', you are working for living like proper soldier. But you talk good sense." - and indeed, he extends the handset towards Magnet with one massive clawed hand with no real sense of mockery in his words, or any attempt to call the super-powered human on his challenge - not when he's /essentially/ doing the right thing.

 That of course is when Zed chips in and adds another level of complex to the situation...

 Not seeming dramatically more concerned by the massive particle beam rifle than the four alien lasers hidden up Arven's sleeves - or, if it should come to that than the entire Coalition convoy the company were just in action with (a fine mechanical control over your expression and the keys to your own personal drug supply are lovely that way), 'Masque's attention swings back up to the arms dealer.

 "One million on thirty men better than thirty million on one, I am thinking - and is best to deal with before things are being sold and split up and made hard to trace." - another of those big shrugs, four-armed and expressive - "Am sorry though for choice of location - was first chance to speak with Eastwood after battle."

 - All this of course, rather assumes that Arven doesn't draw a gun and start shooting the instant he hits three. If he does, it's probably safe to say that all bets are off on this long, involved interaction.

As Arven finishes calling out "TWO" - Lotus' helmet is dropped to the ground, and Arvens' guns are launched from their holsters at Magnet Man stopping in front of him - where they remain hovering..

Magnet Man is obviously responsible, standing with his arms out, and a smirk on his face.

"I have erected several forcefields... this is over for now. From now on loot will be divided by Tolkeen officers. Arven turn in your staff or leave the region. Those are your only two choices now - if you leave, you forfeit all owed money and these fine looking rifles I just acquired. Furthermore if you choose to stay you will be transfered off this platoon to one of the others. May I remind you there are several forcefields in the area so I suggest you make your choice without violence... cuz after all of this bullshit - you are about a second from being put down like a dog.
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Braga stands next to Magnet Man with his hands hovering over his holsters. He ran dozens of simulations in his head of gunning the rahu man down... like a dog... disgusting. He may not care for Arven much, but he doesn't really know him. But he sure doesn't deserve to be gunned down without his weapons by the "good guys". What was he doing in this chicken shit army. It should be every man for himself - take whatever you can carry...

It is unfortunate then, that Braga was not as outspoken as some of the other sergeants in this company... as he keeps all of this to himself.

Arvens CTT-M20 missile rifles are jerked from his back to hover around under Magnets Mans power. Turning his attention cocking his head towards the man he hears the threat that he will be "put down like a dog." Arven never really needed much provocation anyway but being called out so obviously makes things that much clearer for him. His counting and posturing is over. Four beams of bright red light reach across the short distance to connect with Magnet Man seemingly coming from Arvens palms. Of course they are from his NE "Hand-Cannons" that popped up into his grip so fast it was nearly imperceptible. Thankfully for Arven high quality arms manufacturers, especially those from alien worlds, see no need to contain such crude components as ferrous or other heavy metals in their weaponry.

Jack, currently in human, walks forward, obviously intent on Lotus, frowning a bit to find her floating. He tilts his head a bit as he listens to some of the things being said and sighs. Momma always told me the military was a bad idea. He paused and smiled. Well, that's not true. Never really knew any parents, but that's what I've heard human soldiers say.

Then he remembers his "mission" and the smile leaves his face, setting into hard stone again. He crosses his arms and looks over the conflict, unconcerned. "Silly, silly peoples. Lotus. I take it you are not floating there of your own free will?" Assuming she confirms that, <Purple>"Can whomever is floating Lotus please set her down so I may speak with her? Thanks. Really."

Arven doesn't even bother to count to 3 before turning and blasting at Magnet Man with his pistols. All 4 blasts crash against an invisible wall just three feet in front of his guns.

Magnet Man keeps his smirk - stretched wide across his face.

The sounds of Tolkeen police on their way can be heard. It is only a matter of moments before Arven is subdued and will spend the rest of the war in a prison cell.

He is left with another choice. To leave, blast the forcefields again, or wait around to be taken into custody.
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   Lotus shakes her head in the negative in response to Jack's question, indicating that her levitation is entirely not intentional.  Lotus looks at Arven, understanding that a man must do what he feels is right.  From the moment Silvermasque approached Arven with this issue, there was no other path Arven could have taken.
   Still floating in mid air, Lotus watches everyone below her, waiting for someone to take a shot at her friend.

 That's right... it is all, fundamentally, 'Masque's fault. He chose the time, and seemingly he chose the place to approach Arven over the matter of group shares, and it's probably not impossible that he could have worked out how the big 'Slinger would react if he'd stopped to consider that 'Eastwoods sense of right and wrong excludes sharing with his comrades.
 That said, it either puts him in the role of an incurable optimist or a machiavellian genius, and whilst it might be possible to mistake 'Masque for many things, a master manipulator of mens minds isn't real high on the list.

 Either way, as Arven draws and shoots with blinding speed, sending terrifying amounts of energy downrange to slam into the air in front of Magnet Man, the big Russian 'Borg moves - he doesn't really have any choice. No force-field in the world, perhaps short of those generated by the heaviest Naruni battle-tanks, can survive such a bombardment for long - and there are people in the area who /aren't/ necessarily covered in bonded ceramic armour with servomotor muscles who really can't take too much splashback.

 He's wearing heavy powered swords over his back, is armed with terrifying claws and a powerful set of hydraulic jaws. He has handguns and grenade launchers, explosives and probably no end of built-in cybernetic weapons, but all of those share the same problem of being absolutely lethal to unshielded flesh.

 Instead he simply gives a cry of "Gas!", opening his jaws as the speaker produces the word and floods the vicinity with a billowing cloud of opaque crowd-control vapour that promptly attacks unshielded mucus membranes and eyes of both natural and supernatural creatures alike, producing considerable (and often debilitating) discomfort... without any actual damage.

 ---

 Yes folks, it's your old favourite 'Tear Gas'

 It's a 20-25' radius cloud of opaque gas. That means you can't see through it with normal vision - or most other sorts, come to that.

 If not wearing EBA or a protective mask, you're -3 Initiative, -10 to strike/parry/dodge and lose an attack a round for 1D6+1 rounds.

 If in EBA you're just in a big cloud.

 It also affects MD creatures quite happily. There's no saving throw for it.(whereas the knockout drugs on the same device *do* explicitly get a save v non-lethal drugs, there's none for this listed - Moloch's call on whether he wants to add one, 'cause it might just be a typo).

I am happy with no save. The only way to avoid it is close your eyes and stop breathing.

Vision abruptly reduced to nil, Lt. Drake drops to the ground and rolls away from the firefight, not wanting to get stepped on or worse in the resulting fracas.  Any number of people went well over the line here, and heads will roll when the dust settled -- that's a safe bet.

Xion wanted to scream, his soldiers were the only ones behaving this way. Perhaps the special forces were his lot, not commanding troops. That would be for the higherups to decide once this was done, now it was time for him to act where words had failed him. Rolling away from Masque's gas cloud Xion mutters a few arcane syllables and fires a near invisible net at Arven. Hoping he got the Rahu-Man, Xion turns to Magnet Man, giving him a quick glare, there would be words later...did Avery draw first? More things to think about...not that either was wrong in their actions, but perhaps overstepping their bounds.

Xions' net impacted itself all over an invisible wall in front of Arven.

Arven smiles back at Magnet Man. "Your real cute ain't ya. Keep smilin bitch theres many a slip twixt a cup and the lip." Then Masque releases the teargas. Arven disappears from sight just blinking out of existence taking the troublesome staff with him.

Jack sighes in annoyance and lets his human form fall away and shifts to his dragon form. He reaches up and grabs ahold of Lotus and then rears back and begins flapping his wings with huge sweeping thrusts to clear away the gas. "SILLY! STUPID! PEOPLES!"

As tear gas filled the area - Braga draws his weapons, Attila moves to where Arven WAS standing, while Mephisto, Mithas, Na-Wa, Van, Dekker, McKnight and the two gargoyles just watch the show from the sidelines.

A few moments pass. Magnet Man screams after several "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzwhip" sounds. His screams are silenced instantly however.

After the gas is mostly dissipated, Magnet Man is revealed on the ground. Both of his legs and his left arm have been disintigrated and his 1-armed torso lays bleeding on the ground.

Several Tolkeen soldiers arrive on scene - and before Zed can file his complaint they spot Arven on a rooftop some few hundred feet away. He vanishes from sight yet again - and the Tolkeen police persue.

One human female remains to take a report of the incident - from all parties involved.

Arven The Anihilator is gone... for now...

Sarah McKnight rushes to Magnet Mans' side instantly and does what she can to keep him alive before Tolkeen can take him to a hospital.

A near-by mage arrives out of breath as though he had been racing to the conflict as well. He teleports Mag and himself to a hospital.
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After Magnet Man is gone she stands and faces Xion. "Sir he will likely survive - that is all I can offer right now as far as information goes."

Sarah is already covered in blood and they havent even left Tolkeen yet.

   "You can put me down now."  Lotus more told the dragon than asked.  Although even she was not unaffected by the reality of being grabbed and held in the talons of a creature than could swallow her whole.  There was a tinge of nervousness in her voice, for just a moment.

   Lotus will hang around and provide answers to any questions the investigators ask.  She picks up her helmet from where magnet man dropped it and heads back to Zed's "shop".
   "I'm sorry about all that mess.  Its just fucked up how this place tries to persecute us mercs for petty theft while they let fuckin' monsters walk around like citizens.  Anyway, Zed, you think you could help me with my armour?  Its been shot up pretty bad.  The helmet too.  I'd prefer to keep this suit rather than get a new one, unless your silent friend there."  Lotus indicates the Mystic Knight, Kelthos. "Is in the business of selling spare outfits from the order."
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"Yer big friend there is quite the monster it would seem.... you should see Smith about armour repairs."...

Zed is quiet as though the recent fight bothered him.

Throughout the altercation Van is only heard to have said one thing under his breath when, knowing Arven, 'Masque, and Lots, he could have called the preceeding events as they happened, play by play -- and that was simply "Fuck me..."

Speaking mainly to Mephisto he keeps his distance until the tear gas clears (although, thanks to Sustain, luckily he doesn't have to breath it in) "Doesn't seem like rank means a good goddamn around here anyway, so I don't know why they gave me this fucking Corporal badge. Reminds me of the badges we got in camp, when we learned how to make a fire or some bullshit. If there's even a Tolkeen left after this whole thing, I hope it at least gets me a free beer in one of these pubs."

 With the cloud of gas stubbornly resisting for a few moments, then washing away in the beat of the... Oh shit it's a Dragon's... wings, 'Masque spends the first few fractions of a second assessing the scene before him, energy weapon fire pouring in through a tight hole in space to slam against Magnet's protective shield for a few moments before overwhelming it just as the large 'Borg feared.

 He spins swiftly, bringing all four arms up to bear in the murderous giantlike figure upon his distant rooftop, thumb-thick panels in the armoured gauntlets covering his hands snapping open sharply... And remaining silent as the four-armed killer moves on.

 "Permission to join 'pursuit?" he asks swiftly and urgent of Xion, one part of his mind scanning the ground for tracks, the other sweeping through the various optic options his augmentations give him, searching far, far above and below the range and sensitivity of a usual multi-optic system for any trace of the 'slinger.

   Lotus doesn't bother retorting Zed's remark about Arven being a monster.  She could tell him all about the monstrosities she witnessed today, but griping to him would accomplish little.  Besides, she doesn't actually know her brother that well.  "Thank's Zed.  I'll talk to Smith then."  And so she looks over to Smith and inquires about armour repair.  If necessary, she strips out of her beleaguered suit and hands it over.  She asks about borrowing something to last her until her own is repaired - this town isn't one she trusts well enough to wander around without.  She's only got a pair of spandex shorts and sports bra under the armour.
   All the while, she keeps an eye (and an ear) on the events unfolding surrounding the pursuit of Arven.

Jack the dragon slowly sat down and released Lotus (so she could do her post) and snorted. He looked around and shook his large head a bit at the stupidity of it all. Arven was a testy sort for the short time he'd know the Rahu Man, but this seemed a bit much even for him, a showdown with a bunch of his platoon mates. He wondered if there was a story behind. Then he realized he didn't really care.

He resumed human form, and followed patiently behind Lotus. When he hear Zed mention Smith for armor repairs, he nodded. His own Mystic Knight armor could use some work as well.

Xion looks at Masque for a long minute before speaking, "Denied, let the MP's handle it. This foolishness has cost us one efficient asset for good,"speaking of course of Arven,"and one for who knows how long." indicating Magnet Man. "You pushed an issue that wasn't all that important at the time. It's over now, let it go."The sternness in Xion's voice was something new. Turning to regard Lotus, "You get your armor dropped off, get some clothes, we have a chat that needs to be taken care of." Then facing Drake, "Would blowing off his leg have been worth dying for? He would have killed you...trust me Drake. Don't ever point a weapon at one of my soldiers, or mercs again unless you are ready to use it post haste. I don't give a damn why you did it, unless you are using it, keep it put away."

Drake regards the senior lieutenant for a moment, inscrutable inside his helmet.

"I don't draw a weapon unless I'm prepared to use it, sir," he replies.  He'd had his reasons, but the lieutenant didn't want to hear them.  Fine by him.

Mephisto grins after Drake responds.

"Is that so Lieutenant Drake? You pulled your gun, then Lotus hit you and you stood there like a boy who's mother had just slapped his wrist. And then Arven shot at Magnets' forcefield there... and you still did nothing. I am curious.... do you know where to find the trigger? Or were you just scared?"

Mephisto is sure Drake will have somehting to say in return - but he has made his point, and begins to walk away.

Jack sighs very loudly and looks back at Xion, very annoyed. The only reason he was even over here by this platoon in the first place is about to be taken away.

"Any idea how long that chat will take? I did come by for Lotus, not to watch your platoon in its free time and how it resolves internal issues, fascinating though it turned out to be." Even though he was annoyed his tone was calm and reserved since he was technically speaking with a superior officer.

Mephisto turns a snarl in Jacks' direction.

"You got a problem with this platoon bub? After what you just saw, do you really want to be doing that? Arven was one of the nicer guys around here..."

Xion looks to Mephisto, "On your way. I have this under control. Thank you Mephisto." Turning to Jack, "The chat will take as long as it needs to. If you have business with one of my troops you can bring it to my attention. Otherwise you can be on your way as well. If you have a problem with someone in my platoon, or there actions, you can address those with me as well."

Several Tolkeen soldiers move between third platoon and Zed. Facing Zed they are telling him to pack it up and get out of the city - they tell him he is a pile of shit and is attracting the flies.

WIth plenty of swearing and slamming of boxes, Zed and his team are forced to pack up.

Smith informs the group he will still be near by to come retrieve their repaired armour.

   Lotus walks over and gives Zed an awkward embrace before saying good bye and turning towards Xion.  She sighs and strolls over to talk to the lieutenant.  "Ok, so what can I help you with?"
   She acknowledges Jack's desire to speak with her with a glance, but decides to follow "military protocol" and speak to her CO first.

OCC: Did Lotus score herself a suit of loaner-armour?

 'Masque comes out of his 'ready' posture, a low snarl rolling up out of his vocal system - but a salute coming with it as he acknowledges Xion's order, sharp metallic 'clicks' indicating the snap closure of the armoured covers of a half-dozen or so concealed cybernetic weapons built into his massive frame.

 "Acknowledged." he simply rumbles, leaving the argument - because there most certainly will be one - for later, rather than washing any more of the platoon's dirty laundry in public.

Xion walks Lotus away from the group a bit and speaks quietly, "I know I haven't been the best officer ever. Probably a terrible one for that matter. I am doing my best to assume the leadership role I should have taken to begin with. I tried to help Arven, I really did. Hell I liked the guy, and he was damn good at what he did. The point of all this is, so are you. You are efficient and resourceful, I am damn glad you are on the same team that I am. I don't want to see you kicked out, fired or whatever you mercs call it. You are too useful. I am going to suspend you a weeks pay, and hope that the higherups see that as a fit punishment. Bottom line, maliciously or not, you struck an officer. I hate that Arven is gone, but he didn't work into the confines of being a soldier, I think it would have happened sooner or later. I am sorry that any of this had to happen. You can go with Jack now if you'd like."

   "Fine." Lotus states her response unemotionally and then turns to walk over to Jack.  She looks up at the Dragon and stops a few paces in front of him.  She stands there silently.
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"I don't recall your opinion being asked in the matter, hireling," Lt. Drake says in reply to the Shifter's taunting.  "Carry on with your business," he adds, a clear dismissal.

Jack laughs out loud. He just can't help it. "Wow. Such funny people. If it was a military issue, I would've followed military protocol. I was merely asking about how long Lotus would be gone so I could speak with her. No need to be assholes to me." He shook his head and moved away.

Lotus smirks.

Mephisto keeps his grin and responds to Avery

"Indeed... my mother used to solve disputes the same way. I will take my leave then Lieutenant - perhaps take advantage of the magic learning center in the City."

PM

It would seem 3rd platoon has finished resupplying. I will work out the loot totals and such - I will also make sure every member of the company has a vehicle or there is enough room in one of the bigger vehicles for the upcoming trip to this village.

Everyone should now be reading the Chapter 7 thread : Waiting. The new major will be posting a speech - and then you can all go back to your platoon threads once you all head out for the new mission.

 [ Well, actually resupplying requires money. I don't know about the rest of the platoon, but I haven't actually started to re-arm myself yet 'on account of that tiny detail. ^_^ ]


 As things start to settle down, the large 'Russian cyborg swings about, picking his way through the crowd with a nod of acknowledgement to Drano - who's points up for courage even if perhaps points down for good sense - before making his way after Xion, shortening his stride once alongside the other man to speak quietly to him.

Xion nods listening to Masque, then replies just as quietly.

 One big arm comes down and, with the sort of delicate care more normally seen in someone picking up a fresh egg, punches Xion on one shoulder - needless to say it's done slowly enough that dodging isn't a matter of combat skill, but simply deciding to do so and not walking into oncoming traffic in the process.

Xion can't help but grin a bit, finally a vote of confidence?

 Could be - it's probably a fair bet that whatever else he might be, 'Masque is rather too brutally honest to fit well into the role of suck-up.

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 Drake can arrange how this platoon is organized however.

 Though not before one last tiny detail is resolved... 'Masque giving Xion a 'just one moment' not and turning to gallop back within moments of the begining of the clean-up to collect four naruni rifles, from where they fell after being used to make a point.

 Waste not, want not - as the saying goes.



 ---

 Minor query following the Bosses edit:

 I thought 'Arven had lost his missile rifles and used the Naruni guns 'hidden' in his sleeves to blast Magnet?
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Lt. Drake moves out on foot - in his Power Armour, followed by Lt. Xion, Sgt. Magnet Man, Pvt. Karnon, Mithas, Lotus, Mephisto, Dekker, and McKnight on hovercycles.

Cpl. Fanel takes to the skies above followed by his new squadron of seven Flying Iron Juggernauts.

Cpl Womble hangs on to the side of the Trailblazer ATV, piloted by Braga, along with Na Wa at the gun turret. Silvermasque keeps pace along with the others on foot.

Matyss and Nebress fly in an everchanging pattern in and around Fanel and his V formation. (Any would guess the techno wizard is grinning for the clever use of a V).

Xion rides in relative silence, somewhat relieved to not be in charge, but at the same time nervous of the changes being made. He trusted the higherups as much as he could anyway. He was a soldier and would do his job no matter what.

A large bird lowers next to Mephisto and flies by his head. They appear to be having a conversation.


The bird then climbs into his backpack.
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Karnon glanced at the bird as he entered the formation with the others.

"A familiar... risky to have in a war like this. Anything could happen to it. he remarked.

In having spent all day in lessons and not getting a chance to look over the TW Dynamo Exoskeleton prototype, Van opts for his old gear as he takes to the skies on his wingboard, leading his squad of Juggernauts through the air. He maintains a height of maybe 100ft or about the level of the treetops and keeps pace with his platoon.

OOC - Van will be using his palm computer to take notes along the way and marking things on his map, like for instance, ley lines, mountains, terrain, etc.

Also, for any who remember, Van bought his sentry gun back from Kelthos in Tolkeen, so that will be available for deployment in Mad Town.

 Veering slightly out of the line of march, 'Masque tracks along the same vector as Van, though of course a hundred feet below - until he finds a nice, convenient straight stretch where there's a chance of good landings up ahead.

 Of course, even the most war-hardened Techno-wizard might be a little startled when a white-furred and 'borg-armoured head rises up alongside him, perhaps a dozen feet to his left, keeping company for a dozen feet or so before dropping out of sight... But it's one way to hold part of a conversation without clogging up the communication channels.

 "Hey Corp! - you are being technical, yes?"

 Any answer will probably have to take account of the way he then starts to dwindle down to something of a speck a hundred feet below, lands, runs a few paces and then bounds upwards once more with a surprisingly quiet surge of hydraulics and rush of compressed air.

Van is taken off-guard by the rediculous leaping cat. Nonetheless, he endulges him in this (more than usual) awkward conversation by simply saying "Yes." the next time 'Masque leaps up to his position. He doesn't make any move to lower his altitude at all, rather testing the tiger's tenacity.

 It has to be said that there is no way 'Masque could not be perfectly aware of how bizarre it looks to hold a conversation this way... On the other hand, he must have a fairly well-developed sense of the ridiculous, or he'd probably not have opted for the bionic conversion he did.

 "I am having something of idea..."

 He states on the next up-swing, two hundred feet and more having gone by at ground level between the leaping impacts of two and a half tonnes of armoured cyborg with the unforgiving ground... They sure do make em' tough in Russia.

 "If we can be getting parts..."

3rd platoon takes up the rear behind the nine transport trucks.

Van and his squad of Juggernauts patrol the airspace around the battle aftermath. Van switches through spectrums on his multi-optics band as they survey the scene from the air.

"Keep an eye out for potential hostiles." Van orders.

 As Van soars off without a reply, 'Masque makes a statement of some sort in the kind of Russian that just doesn't make it into pocket translation computers, descending back towards ground level without attempting to follow, instead just falling back in with the convoy guard, his heavy weapons stowed in favour of using his arms for balance as he makes use of those long, agile leaps to maneuver unpredictably on one flank or the other, hopefully increasing his chances of spotting ambushers... And of course, avoiding incoming fire.

The gargoyles stay with Van and his squadron. They soon come to stay on either side of Van. Matyss simply grins sadistically while Nebress does the talking "How do you plan on commanding all of those war machines boy. Will you not be filled with fear and at a risk of failing the squadron? failing the platoon? If you make one wrong decision, just one stupid mistake it could cause the deaths of alot of people. You would maybe even be a disgrace to Tolkeen...  Have you ever met a person like that.... no soul.... they don't last long in these battles.... do they Matyss?"
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"Not long at all. No desire to live... I tell you young boy... should you fail, now don't get us wrong - we think you will do great out there, but if you fail and get people killed, and you find it hard adjusting with the monster you are becoming - come to me, and I will provide your salvation."

Karnon glanced at the Gargoyles harassing the young corporal and nudged his hovercycle higher into the air.

"Hows about you bastards get back in formation before I muzzle you both?" the wolfen snapped at them, "And don't think I won't do it either."
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Na-Wa, riding what appears to be the shittiest looking cybernetic horse. He didn’t speak to anyone. He is still wearing the armor he pulled off the dead body of a Skull faced solider with horns but he had painted it white.

When Karnon steps in Van just puts a hand up, still paying close attention to his work, moreso than the gargoyles at his shoulder. "Thanks guy, but I'm fine. Stick with the rest of the platoon Private," and then, addressing Matyss, though still keeping an eye on the field, "Look, I know Hades is full of demons who can't take a step without a lord or some shifter to say so, but men make their own decisions. I will do fine without your salvation, thanks. Now either scan for hostiles, or get back with the Lieutenant."

Van, having asserted himself on the field, enters the airspace that he is responsible for until further notice with confidence. He wastes little time in issuing orders to his air squadron.


Air Squad Positions (based on the map in Shadow of Evil):

1 Iron Dragonfly 300ft above the foutain in the center of town (#17).
1 Warhawk patroling the north-western skies from the marina (#1) to the clock tower (#16). (200ft altitude)
1 Warhawk patroling the south-eastern skies, from the Lion's Den Arena (#39) to about 50 yards outside the town. (200ft altitude)
1 Wing-Blade stationed 200ft up, near the Junk Yard (#46).
1 Wing-Blade stationed 200ft up, near the Animal Market (#24).
1 Wing-Blade stationed 200ft up, near Boone's Farm (#11).

Other than the Iron Dragonfly in the middle of town, all the Juggernauts are quiet and unimposing. The Dragonfly's engines however send a rumble through the air, announcing its presence.


After giving his orders he meets up with Silvermasque, now that they can talk face to face. He has his palm computer out and he's making notes. "Ok, so what was this idea that you had en route?"
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At the brushoff, Karnon shrugged and peeled back off.

** At Madtown**

Karnon growled at the sight of the place, a unpleased rumble at the back of his throat. This was the place where he'd be stuck for the next couple of weeks?

Damn.

 "Is good to now you are having time to be speaking now." the big 'Borg replies with perhaps a slight chill in his voice - after all, Van did basically sod off without so much as a 'later' when they were talking earlier... But that said, the Russian has enough enthusiasm for his idea to carry him over that momentary irritation, and he's soon gesturing energetically and explaining things - which, over the course of several minutes of back and forth, basically boils down to the following:

 "Is being idea I was having when seeing Skelebots used by idiots in skull masks, and when I was talking to Naruni shysters with their flying popguns. Someone like myself or maybe power armour troopers could be using couple of halfwit outriders. Simple brain like maybe Northern Gun make, or even chop-shopped Skelebot head, half dozen legs, couple of lasers or missiles or something. We can control with short-range lasercom to give orders, keep on short leash, carry around on back when needed... would not have to be too accurate or clever to add to confusion in scuffle - and most expensive parts, like nuclear generator and the like we can be salvaging from broken enemy toys, da?"

 Chop-and-shunt mobile robot sentry guns... Now that could be fun...

Van pays no attention to the tiger's initial coldness, since the obvious cultural differences between people in the group make it impossible to care about who you offend. "Well, I'm not sure where we'd find these 'brains'. I've never tried, but I hear the skelebot brains are impossible to salvage. But I can create the illusion of more troops with some shitty suits of armor and a 'Watchdog' spell that will activate them when troops come into range. It's a similar idea to the drone gun I brought. It's just I'd need to make a targetting computer for them with what we have available here. As for a power source, being on a ley line I can just have them powered by PPE batteries, which'll renew themselves perpetually; something I can do for a lot of our machines."


[OOC] - Once we get settled in I'll ask around and try to find the available supplies to make a targetting computer (I suppose components from motion trackers, cameras, etc. could be used). Ultimately though I'll just need to know from the GM whether or not such materials are available, and then make a bunch of mechanical and electrical engineering rolls. First priority though will be to establish air defenses -- which I'm working on currently.

Upon arriving in Madtown and splitting up to scout the town - Mephisto catches up to Karnon and walks along next to him.

"Karnon... which mystical field might you excel in?"

 It takes little enough time to thaw - though 'Masque would probably argue that in a group of mercenaries like this one, getting on with those you *can* get on with is a wise idea...

 "Northern gun are selling basic brain and programs, for labour and security market... If we cannot be slapping together basics from salvaged parts." the large 'borg answers, working through the perfectly reasonable objections one by one... "And I am looking at nuclear power plants because they are being free if we can be popping skelebot or power armour... Are being very well protected inside unit, youbet. Oh, and are not needing for us to stay put to be using."

"If you can get your hands on an NG brain program with basic targetting systems then I'll see what I can whip up. Salvaging the nuclear systems out of skelebots and power-armors is definately an idea though."

The young techno-wizard realizes that he's going to be extremely busy as long as they are here. As he formulates a list of needs in his head, he approaches Xion. "Sir, at the meeting I was wondering if you could bring up a few things. I'm going to try and get this place equipped with TW armors, guns, vehicles, defense systems, all kinds of that stuff. But it's going to take up a lot of time unless I have a proper workshop and a staff. If we've got other techno-wizards in the town I'd like their help, as well as any mechanics, armorers, or operators. The more people I have to work with the quicker we can get this place ready for battle."

The whole time he's writing out a quick list for Xion. He remembers something and adds it to the list: "Oh yeah, and I got a whole bunch of gems from Tolkeen, but the more we have the better," he realizes he doesn't know how to properly word his request, "Not that I imagine they'd be inclined to offer their jewels -- but you know, if they've got extra...or something."

THE LIST:
Garage
Techno-Wizards
Operators
Gems Resources

The wolfens tongue lolled in a canine approximation of a sardonic grin, "They call it 'shifting'. Perhaps you've heard of it."

He paused for a moment and then continued talking, "I am desperately hoping this hovel has something in the way of magical supplies... I really don't feel like teleporting back and forth just because they don't have something crucial."

 "I can put in order for work or soldier bot brain next time I am in Tolkeen - is only short stroll for me if I am opening up throttle some." replies 'Masque, by the time he's finished sketching out what he has in mind - which is more or less a low, spiderlike 'bot frame packing a couple of turretted energy weapons and limited brainpower, intended to pop up, blaze away and duck back down again before moving on.

 Classic mobile sentry guns...

 In any case, he heads along in Van's wake to report in as there's a chance that one of his areas of expertise might actually come in useful in this army of demons, sorcerors, wizards and dragons... "Sir - is anyone else in platoon knowing what shovel is for, and how to be siting proper trenches?"

Xion listens as Van speaks, I will see what we can come up with. Definitely worth working on though. Would all the techno-wizards be capable of multi-tasking? I don't think that the Major will allow all the operators and armorers to work with you as they will be needed elsewhere."

"Well, I'll take whatever I can get. I just think if all the techies are meeting in one place it would allow for a good flow of ideas for town defence, upgrades, etc. But I'd definately need some help -- I'd like to upgrade everyone's armor if I have the time, not to mention trying to come up with a good land to air defense system, and 'Masque suggested an idea about making some automated drone soldiers. We could do a lot with this place if our resources are well allocated. See what you can do anyway, sir."

Once Van is done he will take up a position in the sky and begin charting out a map on his palm computer, to be used by the anyone else with a computer. He takes special notice of the Park Garage (#52) and goes in to check it out once he's finished getting the information for the map.

 The big Russian 'borg remains on-station as Van moves off to take flight once more, standing a few yards from Xion in an attentive posture and awaiting an answer to his question, as he idly runs a three-dimensional model of the part of the town he's seen so far through his assorted onboard systems, plotting lanes of fire and the best places to site mines.

 Magic's all well and good, but there's no substitute for having been sat at the bottom of a ditch and being shot at for a few weeks to teach a man the value of digging in...

   Lotus dismounts her hovercycle a short distance from Xion and leaves it idling.  The onboard gyros keeping it almost motionless a few inches off the ground.  She walks up to her lieutenant, removing her demonic helm to speak.  "Xion, sir, who has been put in charge of counter-intelligence?  I am certain the skullheads will attempt some kind of reconaissance of our defence plans.  Not to mention the chance that they might send a strike team in to sabotage this operation.  I'm certainly not volunteering for this job, but I wouldn't mind participating if it gets me off ditch-digging duty."
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Having a limitless constitution, a supernatural PS of 30, a body made of metal harder than steel, a 9ft long 2ft wide indestructible magical sword and a minor air elemental buddy to help, Obidiah is one hell of an asset for manual labor. He immediately sets to work wherever Silvermasque points and what he lacks in technique he certainly makes up for in sheer strength.

Braga adresses the entire platoon.

"ALright listen to up. Silvermasque has mentioned we need the trench. Pvt. Womble, Matyss, and Nebress are with him. Magnet Man - I suggest you get into that clock tower and activate the missile launcher - and radar. Cpl. Fanel - keep your squad in air - we need eyes in sky. Pvt. Karnon and Mephisto we need that parking structure emptied of any civilian property and personnel. We are commandeering it for Tolkeen use. Mithas and Lotus make your way to the church to evacuate it. They will not leave willingly so you will have to force them. McKnight - go set up your clinic where you see fit, and Dekker and Na-Wa you are with me - we are going to clear out a bar called The Bunker House - it too will be turned into a military building.

   Lotus looks over and up at the Minotaur in response to Braga's direction.  She throws a glance at Xion, knowing her advice to have merit.  Its not her concern however and she does as she is told and moves to remount her hovercycle.  When Mithas is ready, she'll take off in the direction of the church and park her bike around to one side.

   Getting off and looking around the church, she'll walk up to the front doors and just walk right inside.  She will not draw a weapon until the doors are closed behind her.  No reason to incite a riot in the town already - some folk can be sensitive when it comes to religion.

OOC - what religion is this church?  I don't have religion lore, but if there is any common-knowledge?

Upon arriving at the church it is called : The Light of The Redeemer Church

Lotus and Mithas step inside to find a half dozen human civilians praying in a circle - and a man in robes beside a beautufil, but young naked woman - who appears to be asleep on her feet.

   Lotus has her technowizard flame thrower drawn but held loosely at her side.  She marches into the main chamber of the church and approaches the man in robes beside the naked girl.  She decides to attempt a tactful approach first.  "Sir, there is an emergency situation developing.  I am here with the Tolkeen military and your presence is required at the town square.  All of you.  Get some clothes for the girl and get moving now."

Na-Wa follows the ugly creature with many gun (Braga) to the bar. Na-Wa learned what a bar was when he was in Tolkeen, after being rescued. It was a place you went to drink water that stung the inside of your mouth and pay girls to let Na-Wa stick his pee-pee in them. Thus Na-Wa liked the idea of getting a drink of stinging water and maybe find a girl to stick his pee-pee into too.

 In the absence of clear instructions from Xion, Braga seems to be the next best thing, and that leads to Womble, Matyss and Nebress being waved on over to head off in the general direction of the Bordello, the towering 'Borg, a pair of gargoyles and a tireless elemental construct of metal making for one hell of a field engineering unit.

 "Is being my thinking that enemy is having bigger guns than we are having shovels... Simple hole in ground not so great a way to avoid being shot all full of holes, youbet." the Russian explains as he pulls out his portable computer and a small interface jack slides out of his wrist to start producing a display on the screen, "Also, town is being full of flimsy little buildings man could be putting his foot through - is not so good come firefight. So we are maybe looking at lots of little holes, some for little soldiers." - and his silver-clawed thumb jerks at the nearest human-scale infantry - "Some for big." - at that, he indicates Obidiah, the Gargoyles, himself - "And then we see how many we can link up by digging trench, fusing walls with plasma flash and filling back in... If we cut turf first, will be damn' hard to find - youbet. Idea is not to make hole to stay in all through fight, like deathtrap, but to make like old whackamole game, with guns - da?"

 Which of course... is going to be a hell of a lot of work. Or it would be if half the company weren't one-man earth-moving tools...

The six in prayer stop at Lotus' intrusion - as does the man in robes leading the "ceremony". It is still unclear as to what was going on - or what was about to happen - but they are clearly upset.

The priest nearly raises his voice but quickly calms himself - reminded of where he is.

"What is the meaning of this? Get out of here, please, just leave. You have no business here."

Mithas stands tall, and grunts - allowing a small burst of flame and smoke to escape from each nostrel.

"You are mistaken. It is you who have no business here. This building is no longer to be used for your religious services - it is to be used for the defense of Tolkeen and her Kingdom. All civilians are being evacuated from any buildings Tolkeen sees fit to use in its defense against the Coalition. This building has been chosen. You will leave now - or we will make you leave..."

Mithas ends his speech glaring down at the "priest" - who is now trembling with fear and supressed anger.

As instructed, Van keeps his squad in the air above Madtown. Van himself though, rode his hoverboard over to the Park Garage. He walks into the garage trying to find an attendant or the owner of the garage.

Braga, Na-Wa and Dekker enter the Bunker House. It is a large military style bunker that has been converted in to a combination tavern/dance hall and arena. The patrons are rough looking humans and psi-stalkers and several vanuard brawlers. Several mercenaries are grouped at seperate tables around the bar.

Signs for Hamburgers, homestyle pretzels, and popcorn are displayed in several places.

The only ohte rthing of note is the patrons here are here to get drunk. Drunk and stupid.
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Dekker looks to the others and comments quietly

"This will be a walk in the park..."

Na-Wa looks around at those assembled in the Bar, and looks over the Psi-Stalkers who are present. After determining none are from Tribe Doe-shu Na-Wa looks around for girls who once given money will let him stick his pee-pee in them.

>No one above you said anything about starting any fights Na-Wa, so don't. And would you quit sleeping with the whores? You'll get the clap again.<

   Lotus stands next to Mithas, waiting for a response from the priest or the others before taking any further action.  She has no doubt that they could force this group from the church.  But she is not so bloodthirsty that violence should be a necessary course of action.

   However, if the parishoners do not comply with Mithas, Lotus will take action.  The first step will be a "warning shot" as a searing blast of mystic energy explodes from her eyes to impact the floor behind the priest - far enough away to avoid any injury from debris.  "You will move now, or I'm going to carry you out!"
   unless they comply, in which case Lotus will just sure they move quickly.

Red Talon and Tresha catch up to Braga and the others at The Bunker House.

"I understand you are an outcast Braga-puke, but that doesn't mean you can ignore the fact that we are part of your platoon. As much as we can't stand taking orders from a Doth'Cha dog like you we are here and waiting...."

Treshas' face becomes a toothy grin from ear to ear.

"Braga-Outcast speaks almost liek a human now... not much point in even calling him an Outcast anymore... It would be easier to follow a human that has no honor."

Tresha looks to Na Wa - in hopes the psi-stalker will share in his disgust with Braga

"This swine was cast out by loss of battle with brother. His honor was left behind - and yet he gives orders in battle. If we die - he will rob our honor from us."

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The worshippers all stare up at Lotus in shock, and then look to the priest to see his reaction...

The priest sees tehir desperation, and stands tall, before replying to Lotus

"We are not moving."

The doors to the church open again - and the mercenary Photios from 1st platoon, enters to find Mithas and Lotus in a heated discussion with a priest. There are also 6 others present in a circle, and a naked woman who appears asleep on her feet.

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Van walks casually up to the clerk at the park garage... an attractive, young girl (human) is behind a desk in teh main office/lobby, who looks up as he enters.
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Erasmus looks around at the strange ceremony, wondering if he recognizes it as anything related to magic. Though assuming its a purely religious ceremony of some sort, he delays taking his helmet off, instead letting the other Pluto Company members know his name and station. After which he lets them handle things, though he takes a few precautions and casts a spell, summoning a suit of mystical armor completely invisible to those who could not see magic(Armor of Ithan).

Mostly expecting to find a overweight grease-monkey in a soiled undershirt, Van can't help but smile when he sees the attractive lady clerk; something about a woman who knows her way around a garage that makes his still teenage heart jump.

"Hey there," he says in his most casual voice, "I'm with Pluto company. You mighta heard we were coming. I'm the company techno-mage, and I was looking --"

At that moment his radio goes off with 'Masque's big Russian voice: "I guess will have to do in absence of real guns, da? What is being range on weapons package? - could be embarrassing to site heavy weapon and find out it cannot shoot past end of own minefield."

He excuses himself before answering back over the radio. "500ft, but I'm thinking about replacing the firebolt launcher with something with a little more firepower if I have the time. Possibly mini-missiles and a good particle beam or plasma cannon."

Turning back to the receptionist, "Anyways, I was hoping to get the help of your staff and the use of your garage to prepare defenses and equipment for the malitia. With your cooperation we can seriously bulk up defenses on this place."

Braga ignores the lash of disobedience from his two fellow Simvan. Braga and Dekker then walk to the bartender, Red Talon and Tresha follow, unenthusiastically.

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The girl looks up at Van with a blank unimpressed stare while he speaks. SHe finally responds with "Not 'till I gotta help you. Punk."

   Lotus' eyes continue to glow with a fiery bluish light as she marches across the stone floor toward the defiant priest.  Her technowizard shotgun is still carried loosely at her side.  At first she looks like she is just going to follow through on her threat to pick-up and carry the priest out of the building.  But at the last second it becomes apparent that she is not going to grab him and instead throws a gauntletted punch into the centre of his face.
   Her fist hits its mark perfectly, but anyone with training would note that she held much of her strength back.  As the clergyman undoubtedly stumbles backwards, she steps forward with him.  With her free hand, Lotus grabs at the cloth of the priest's robe in the centre of his chest and places a leg behind his own.  Using her hip for leverage, Lotus slams him onto his ass on the stone floor.  She then swivels around to stand on the opposite side of the priest from the rest of the worshippers, ready for an uprising.

   "Are we ready to leave yet, or would you like to go for round two?"

   If at any point the priest tries to cast a spell, Lotus will swat him in the mouth with the barrel of her sawed-off shotgun.

12:43, Today: Lotus rolled 17 using 1d20+5. sucker punching a priest
12:43, Today: Lotus rolled 27 using 1d20+12. Pull punch. (one-quarter damage)
12:57, Today: Lotus rolled 15 using 2d4+11. damage.
12:49, Today: Lotus rolled 12 using 1d20+5. body flip
12:58, Today: Lotus rolled 25 using 1d20+12. pull punch (body flip) (one-quarter damage)
12:57, Today: Lotus rolled 15 using 1d6+11. damage (body flip)

Total damage to priest should be 8 SDC, after pull punch rolls

Van smiles politely, letting only a little of his annoyance show. "Listen, where's the owner?"


OOC -- Out of Curiosity: When you said young girl, how old did you mean? Younger or older than Van? I kinda assumed around his age (17), but I suppose that could've also meant like 8 years old.

OOC - my apologies - the girl is around Van's age - perhaps a little older.

She replies "She's in the back - go on in if you want. But she wont help you either. Not until we are told to anyways."

He nods politely and heads into the back, making a quick call on his radio along the way. He'll take a look at the place to get an idea of crew and capacity. For instance: how many vehicles could the place hold? do they have top notch equipment? does it look like they do much TW equipment? does the crew look competant? hardworking?

Upon finding the owner he'll ask, "You the owner?" Assuming that answer is 'yes': "I'm Corporal Fanel, of Pluto Company. We're the Tolkeen company sent here to help defend Madtown. I'm going to be in charge of setting up a mechanic team to start arming this place. I wanted to start making some TW equipment and adding upgrades to troop armor, and I was hoping I could count on your help. I was told up front that you weren't going to help me until you were forced to, and it won't be long now until you will be. But I just thought I'd check the place out and see if this would be a team I could rely on."


(I said that of course assuming she has a team. From what I read in the book, it says they do handle TW stuff as well.)

As the worshippers stand - and appear as though they may become violent - Mithas stands tall and grunts, allowing flames to escape his nostrels. Small fires ignite in various places on his body.

The minotaur speaks in a loud booming voice:

"LEAVE NOW!"

The worshippers jump as Mithas demonstrates his abilities. They quickly grab the naked girl - who is still barely concious - and shuffle out the front door.

The priest slowly stands to his feet, glaring at Lotus. Blood trickles down from his lip as he wipes it with the back of his hand.

The priest looks around at his surroundings, realizing there is little he can do - he begins walking for the door.

"and here I thought Tolkeen would help us... you will get what is coming to you dark knight. You are all going to die here..."

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Braga and his crew approach the bartender. Braga asks "Are you being the owner of here?". The 'tender responds with a "yeah, who's asking?" "Pluto Company will need to using here for military structure. Was once bunker - will be bunker again. You have two hours to close down and have the people to be leaving." - The 'tender is surprisingly co-operative... and nods. Not that he is happy about the decision... but he is compliant. Braga thanks the man and leads his team out.

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   "So, sergeant, you wanna search the church and I watch the entrance, or you want me to do it?  After a sweep is done, we can get on with something more interestin' dontcha think?"
   Lotus paces a bit, looking around the large chamber of the church.  She kicks a chunk of the floor out of her way - debris from her previous energy blast warning shot.

"Do you dig many trenches back home old boy? I hear humans are forced to shun their own bodies because of the level of demon poulation in their lands... is it true that men who are ashamed of their insignificance transform themselves into a mechanical version of my kind? Because if it is true I feel sorry for their women..."

 'Masque looks away from his work - which is for the moment being performed with a small notebook-style computer rather than a shovel, plotting the best avenues of fire and sight that head towards the town, as well as working out what regions of the ground are best suited to lines of communication and entrenchment - and up at the large Gargoyle, presumably sat nearby since getting the 'setting up' stage right could save plenty of digging later.

 That the Gargoyles (and presumably the Golem) largely ignored his little homily on the art and science of digging in seems not to surprise him, but the off-hand question from the nondescript demon-thing does at least get a mostly civil answer...

 "Have dug plenty of holes before now, da... to shit in, to hide in, and to bury demonkin invaders in..." he states in a manner almost humble until the last, his upper shoulders shrugging expressively, "Enough to know is art to taking cover when hellstorm of missiles and lasers and railguns is coming."

 A moment more, and the brush of a silver-clawed hand through his headfur, and the oversized 'Borg goes on, "But you are having story backwards. The Rodina calls, and men are proud to answer. When mortal strength fails, we take up steel in hand... when steel in hand fails, we take steel into flesh. We do not step back, we do not surrender, we live and die to answer her call." - a second follows, and a dryly mechanical chuckle follows the far more passionately fired words, as though acknowledging that he sounds not unlike a Party broadcast - "And you may feel sorry for them if you wish, but do not turn your back on them... for you would likely not live to turn again." he adds not entirely unkindly.

Photios steps aside from the doorway to let the priest and worshipper's pass, before joining the other two within. Looking about the room for a passage that might lead to a basement, "If you don't mind I'll be searching about for a good place to hide a Circle of Travel in case we need an emergency evacuation."

Letting the other two stay in charge he'll be happy to follow the one who is chosen to search the place.

Obidiah having been standing stock still doing nothing moves forward with a grace that should not be possessed by a two ton statue. Now standing next to Masque he broadcasts his telepathic speech in a radius around him. "That is right you sub-demon scum and you would do well to remember it. Throughout human history your kind have been nothing but a minor blight on humanity as a whole. In this time of magic you may be more akin to a plague but one that goodness will overcome regardless of the cost. I suppose my words ring with a certain hypocrisy don't they? Personally I am ashamed of the nation I love and in many ways it has already perished in the flames of war. Pray demon that I do as well otherwise your life will be the first I take once the invaders are pushed back. Stepping back to show he is not necessarily challenging the gargoyle the golems face remains expressionless locked as it is in mystic steel. His voice however belayed emotion he rarely if ever shows tinged with a little bit of desperation. Something Masque said struck a chord in him and he wanted to believe it. Slowly slipping away from his humanity he needs to.

   Lotus looks to Mithas, waiting for the cow to decide on what they should do and who will search the church.

OOC - Lotus is attempting to defer to the higher-ranked minotaur.  I'm also assuming that there is not actually an in-character delay in his response.  If there is, Lotus would just ignore him and make the decision herself.

Doing her best to land softly, Calliandra still manages to crunch the ground a bit with her new power armor.  She looks up and down the street before looking over at her metalic companion.  "So anyway, my grandpa knew someone from way back and he got me in.  I had to do some training, prove that I knew how to handle Bernadette..."  The young woman pauses a moment, then continues, "Oh, that's right, you never met Bernie.  She was my first 'bot.  I fixed her up myself.  Ah, I think this is the place, right?"

"I'm not sure where to start looking... the passage to the underground area is what we need to find... should have kept one of those fanatics around... What are you doing here Photios?"

The woman just turns away from Van. It is clear that order will have to come before she does a damn thing for him.

Just behind Private Deacon, the mercenary Oksana and Private O'Hare enter the shop.

Photios looks to the Minotaur and then indicates the Church, "After a brief census, this is one of the few buildings in town capable of withstanding modern weapon fire. As a church it will be seen as a bastion for the people and is likely to have a basement floor. I set up a Circle of Travel in Tolkeen and from my survey of the town this is probably the best building to put it in."

He'll assume Mithas knows what a Circle of Travel is before explaining and getting himself a dirty look for assuming the Minotaur was not highly educated in the ways of magic or at least the more difficult spells.

   "What do you mean you're not sure where to start searching?  This church isn't that big.  Just pick a spot and look, I'll fuckin' do it if you want.  And Photios is it?  What the hell is a circle of travel?"

   Anger.... rising.....patience....slipping away....

The female spoke with such vulgarity, something he didn't hear often though given her profession and that helmet she wore he should have been able to guess. Looking Lotus over he nods, "A Circle of Travel is a high level incantation consisting of two Magic Circles inscribed in two different locations. Upon activation of either one, people can be instantly transported from one to the other. I inscribed one of the Circles in Tolkeen and wish to set up another here to be used in a worst case scenario where we can evacuate as many as possible using it."

   "That sounds damn practical. Wish more o' the new recruits could give a straight fuckin' answer like that.  You're in 1st platoon right?  Tell me, do you have to activate this circle or will it stay open for anyone to jump through.  And, is it two-way?  Can we bring in supplies and shit?"
   Lotus' expression sounds interrogative, almost demanding of answers.  Those who don't know her might be offended.  Mithas however, might have the sense that she is genuinely interested in this so-called "incantation" that Photios has presented.

He nods to the inclination that he is from First platoon, "Yes I am, as for the limitations... each time I activate it, it should allow 10 people through with everything they can carry. Besides myself there are others with experience in dimensional magic, Shifters as we call them, who can also activate the Circle but only for two others and its more taxing then if its creator uses it. It can conceivably used to ferry supplies back and forth though I would be required to hop back and forth with them and it is limited by what people can carry as opposed to weight like a Teleportation spell can accomplish."

Its quite obvious he's spent far too much time locked up with books of magical knowledge and incantation study. The way the spells work is very intuitive and hard to study, but the effects they achieve have been well documented, "A Circle of Travel crafted with my current level of expertise will move 10 people at a time, compared to the 5,000 pounds my Teleport can handle. Though in terms of resources a Teleport Scroll requires about 15 minutes to recover from while within range of a Leyline; if I had two mages to assist in pulling energy from the Leyline we could activate the Circle of travel once every few seconds for as long as was needed."

   "So, what yer really sayin' is if I want to retreat, I should make sure your ass doesn't get fragged first.  Gotcha."

Photios does a little math, "Any Shifter should be able to activate it, though the cost is double with 1/5th the passengers. I don't plan on dying yet, though I certainly see nothing wrong with anyone else helping me stick to my plan."

Glancing back to the Minotaur since Lotus seemed to defer to his judgement which he assumed meant he was of a higher rank.

After the entrance to the underground facilities is located, Mithas decides he will watch the church and keep it empty for the time being. Lotus can return to Sgt. Braga or Magnet Man for orders.

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As instructed Na-Wa seeks out the metal cat, and after asking several of the towns people:

“Na-Wa looking for a big white cat, you see one?”

Finally at some point Na-Wa finds the big metal cat, and inform it that he was sent to help

"Na-Wa was told by the ugly creature with many gun to find you the big white cat and help you.”

 Humanity is a curious thing - embrace it too tightly and you can only be certain of losing it in a wash of blood that wipes away all rational thought. Spurn it as a weakness and you will find yourself unable to appreciate the strength it can lend to the most innocuous soul. Turn yourself into a big giant metal killing machine to defend it and... well, you start to make speeches.

 Through the buzz of static that clutters the mental voice of the great Golem, at least in 'Masque's ears, enough meaning filters for the borg to nod once and raise a hand, "Is perhaps being good time to remember real enemy is not being inside settlement. We do not have to be liking one another to fight side by side, but hating ally is worse than having him as enemy."

 'Masque may be about to go on, but as he is about to do so a small and relatively nondescript Psi-Stalker appears at about hip-height, bringing his head around and down to look at the man, visor to eyeball... A moment passes, and a moment more... and then there's a deep chuckle, one lower-left hand like a shovel coming up to very, very lightly (and with plenty of time to be ducked or sidestepped) buffet the newcomers shoulder, "Good! - we are going to be digging in for when enemy comes to shoot guns at us. You are knowing anything about traps and guns?"

Callie looks up and down the street, noting the looks on the faces of the few citizens to remain there after she and Oksana landed.  Though she has spent far more time up to her shoulders in a machine than she has socializing, it's hard to mistake the looks of anger, mistrust and fear there.

Callie raises the arms of her SAMAS up to the helmet and air hisses for a brief second as she releases the seals there.  Her suit would not be operating at anything near its proper level without the helmet, she would be woefully vulnerable should someone decide to act on their feelings and, truth be told, she looked a bit ridiculous with her (now) small-looking head perched between the folded wings and jet intakes of the power armor, but hopefully that concession would earn her treatment approaching the human.

Gingerly she opens the door and sticks her head into the shop.  "Hi, I'm looking for Van...er, Corporal Fanel.  Has he been here yet?"

The girl behind the desk replies to Callie : "Some soldiers came here a few minutes ago - check the back..."

She watches Oksana and Calie intently as they walk into the garage area - where they find Corporal Fanel and Private Deacon talking with each other.
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Once the chapel has been relatively cleared, he'll find the basement floor and go about setting up the Circle as he had originally intended before the delightful delay involving the religious folks.

The ritual is quite lengthy and more then a few spells are involved so he'll be occupied for the next few hours with his work.

Na-Wa avoids big white cats flat hand and sniffs the air around the big white cat, it smelled like no animal. But the big white cat did not want to harm Na-Wa, if it wanted to it would have used his big flat hand.

“Na-Wa no knows guns or traps, Na-Wa knows how to hide in bushes and to make stuff hide with tree branches.”

 There's no indication that the oversized robot cat minds too badly when Na-Wa ducks aside from his slow swipe, and the big hand just settles down on one hip as the visor that serves the giant in place of normal eyes contemplates the simple stalker.

 "Could be being useful Nawa, youbet." he declares, looking up for a moment and then sweeping a different hand through the air, indicating the land outside the city, "We are going to have fascisti - skullheads - coming. They will have guns, many guns." - a sigh, and a shrug follows, as though at the unfairness of life in general - "We will have guns also, not so many. We are needing to make places for us to hide to shoot from, places to make it harder for them to come towards us where we do not want them to come. You are knowing what I mean?"

"No, I don't think he is knowing what you are saying at all pussycat... you know Na-Wa... there are people in this war you just know wont see a single day past its' end. You are knowing anybody like that Nebress?"

clearly mocking Silvermasque while speaking to the psi-stalker...

"I could probably think of a few people Matyss. Perhaps Na-Wa... he seems weak... and small... this war is huge and devastating. Entire cities have been destroyed and this pale skeleton of a man believes he can make a difference. Na-Wa my friend... I can offer salvation if living with your futility proves too much to bare".

 "You know is funny." 'Masque remarks cheerfully, eyeing (or at least visoring) the two Gargoyles as they crack wise, "I was just thinking we will be having need to find volunteers for all night watches and the digging out of septic tanks."

 He huffs on the silvery claws of his upper-left hand, then brushes the knuckles of the same hand across the mercenary-barred set of triple stripes on one shoulder without any particular comment, just removing dust, "Perhaps I should be picking volunteers based on their cleverness, da? - maybe pick those clever enough to unhelpfully flap lizard lips at wrong time?"

 A bright and gleaming flash of yet more mounted vibro-weapons set in the hydraulic vice of his jaw follows the last comment, and he chuckles, looking between all four of his companions, from silent mage-'borg to the two nondescript gargoyles, apparently considering them as individual soldiers rather than generic demonkin for the first time "Or perhaps not - what is it you two are doing, Matyss, Nebress? - Are you being gunmen, mages, cooks?"

"We are soldiers. Not unlike yourself I suppose... in that regard at least..."

Both gargoyles are clearly armed with giant guns and melee weapons. They still havent specified if they are warlocks or not however...

 'Masque chuckles once more, a resonant and not entirely uninfectious sound, "Depends upon who is asking - but Soldier is close enough. Let us say I am someone who shoots big guns, but is clever enough to have foxhole ready for when bad people shoot them back."
 That would be as opposed to the average adventurer then.

 He indicates the guns, the blades... "Are you having any special skills, heavy weapons, demolitions, combat engineering?" he inquires, since he's having no luck finding out what resources are available for the defence of the city from any of the officers he's tried to contact.

   In order to walk inside the building, Oksana is forced to retract her wings.  The blade-like feathers seem to telescope into each other, resulting in a dense pair of wings on her back.  Each one still extending a couple feet above her shoulders and behind her.  If her body were not solid metal, she would surely tip over backwards from the weight of the metal wings.  Each of her footsteps clangs heavily on the concrete floor of the garage as she walks up to Fanel and Deacon.
   "Corporal, we're here as ordered..."

Callie parks her PA in a relatively clutter-free space in the shop, stretching the kinks out of her shoulders as she clambers out.  Under Van's direction she applies herself and her not inconsiderable skills to what she does best: building, repairing, and upgrading equipment.

Those who had not worked and fought with her for the last few weeks would think the young woman had no worries at all as she keeps up a upbeat, friendly banter as the work goes on.  Her friends and companions, though, can see that the strain of waiting is taking its toll even on Callie.

   After gaining a brief magic lesson from Photios, Lotus heads out to meet up with either Magnet Man or Braga - whomever she can find first.  Her helmet is back in place on her head by the time she steps back out into the street and she marches over to her hovercycle.  Starting it up, she presses the button on her helmet-radio.  "Braga, this is Lotus, what's your twenty?"
   As soon as he gives her his location, she'll be on her way there.

 Rumbling unhappily at the strangely silent Gargoyle duo, 'Masque turns his head (though he hardly needs to really) to see what it is that's exciting them, and seems to sigh even more heavily at the combination of what little of the town centre antics are visible and the snatches of radio chatter he's picking up on his rather more than infantry-issue communications suite...

 "I think we are having been forgotten..." he remarks at last, shaking his head at the seeming incompetence of every member of the Tolkeen forces that's achieved a comission, then turning the little computer screen in front of him around to show Obidiah and the two Gargoyles.

 On it are several different sketched-out plans for entrenchment and defence of the area, escalating from 'digging holes and waiting' up to 'maginot line' depending upon the amount of mines, automated guns, ferrocrete, labour and time available.
 There's much use of lanes of fire, staggered cover, routes of maneuver, terrain alteration... Though there's a big '?' over the 'magical assistance' column he's put off to one side, it simply not being something he's qualified to judge on. "Anyone having ideas?"

After completing the construction of his Circle of Travel in the Church basement, Photios heads outside and moves to rejoin his platoon. Not quite sure on what exactly their orders had been he hops up onto a rooftop and takes a look of the town and the current activity.

Xion arrives at the church a few moments after the order was given, and awaits Avery and the others.

   "What the fuck is the matter with these incompetents?!" Lotus responds aloud after she hears Avery order her to "wait" at the church.  She had already left in search of the simvan sergeant.  Now she was on her way back.  "I'm on my way back there now, sir" She transmitted back to the lieutenant.

 The moment of silence stretches out for what seems like a week as the large Tiger-borg looks from Golem to Gargoyle and back again, hoping for some tiny spark of sentience to light their eyes...

 ...But he seems to be dissapointed, and so simply gestures to them and Na-wa to follow along as he folds the computer back away again, having achieved nothing but theory, received nothing much but silence and gained a new appreciation for just how improbable it is that Tolkeen is going to manage to put up credible defence against the hellstorm that's surely coming.

 With further to go than the others, and a variety of speeds to take account of, he's a little later than most to turn up, but not impolitely so.

Hearing the report come over the radio, Callie looks over at her winged compatriot.  "You think they want us to go over there as well?"  Without really waiting for an answer, knowing that Oksana is even newer at this than Callie, she walks over to where she'd parked her SAMAS suit in the workshop and keys the radio.

"Lieutenant Tyirrak, sir, this is Callie.  Sgt Jack asked Oksana and myself to assist 3rd platoon, but they've been asked to meet.  Do you want us to stay here in the workshop, sir, to go with them, or to do something else?"  From her overuse of "sir" and general nervous tone you can tell she's not certain she won't be met with a sarcastic answer.

The minotaur joins Lotus when she sarrives, waiting for th eothers to arrive. He leans to Lotus and speaks quietly so only she can hear... intentionally

"Methinks there are too mnay chiefs and not enough indians in this little parade..."
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Braga arrives followed by Thresha and Red Talon. The other two simvan are talking between themselves. It is clear they do not include Braga in their reindeer games.

Before long, the entire platoon is together, standing in front of the church facing the Lieutenants Xion and Drake.

"Sorry to pull you guys off the trench and whatever else you were all doing - but now that the meeting is out, I have a bit more direction with what the fuck we are going to do to make sure the CS doesn't run over us when they get here. This building behind me I understand has been cleared out already by Mithas and Lotus. Our job is to turn it into a battle station. The underground bunker is going to become our hospital. I need a few people to make that change - and I need the rest of us to fix defenses and weapons to the church for the coming battle. You guys aren't a bunch of grunts - so tell me what can you do for me. And remember we are all gonna be here when they get here - so don't hold back... your lives are on the line."

"Best thing I could do is continue stockpiling scrolls of destructive and protective spells." Karnon says, "If enough are made, we can equip those with lesser magical talent with powerful attack spells."

 'Masque spends a few moments thinking this one through rather than simply speaking out, but when he does it's simple enough and to the point, straight from the mind of someone with more actual 'being shot at for money' time than most...

 "Is pretty clear if Coalition is getting line of sight with big guns on town, town is being flat. Could be worse if they are having few big missiles." he begins, setting out the most obvious problem before indicating the settlement, "Even church and few other buildings make better targets than bunkers, unless we are having good magic tricks, youbet."

 He lets that sink in for a moment, then half-turns to jerk an upper-right claw-tipped thumb at the land sloping away from the town, "I am thinking we would do better to disperse fire, dig and flash-vitrify trenches for mobility under fire, use revetments and abatis, mines and post-holes to slow down skullheads for us to shoot up, best as we can."

 "I can handle plotting bases of fire, traplines, all the rest, and if we can get Firefly squad we can make things plenty hot for unwelcome visitor, but I am knowing less than bupkuss about what magic-boys can do to help us along..."

"Get to it private Karnon. ANd I like your thinking 'Masque, but these buildings are our last resort - and this one will have wounded in the bottom. We will likely be set up outside of town - but these buildings may be all we got once the shit hits the fan. But I have opther men for that, I will get you a quote on what exactly we have to work woth from Firefly Squad - and we can go from there."

Meph looks to Karnon when he is assigned his task. The shifter walks over next to Karnon.

"I believe I can assist you. I also wanted to talk to you about the summoning of outerworldy help..."

   "To be honest, I've never spent much time preparing for battles - just winning them.  My specialty is taking control of a situation after the shit has already hit the fan.  I can lay some traps and such, or help the Cat-bot dig his trenches.  I would also like a chance to run through some drills - make sure we have fallback cover when we eventually have to retreat to the church.  I'd hate for the boys to be stranded in a foxhole with hot plasma flying overhead."  Lotus' tone is annoyed and sarcastic although all her points sound valid.  It is likely she prefers not to be in charge of planning.

 Even with his preference for large numbers of small, lightly armoured bunkers over one big, not-very-hard-target, Masque is a good enough military engineer (after his fashion) to work with what the team has rather than what it would like... He skritches momentarily at his hip through the oversized BDU's he tends to wear when not kitted out for all-out war, and hmmmm's resonantly through his voder.

 "I guess we could be bracing individual sections of building for compartmentalisation and using deep-piled rubble on lower parts, to be soaking up worst of incoming fire... Upper floors we do not want to be putting anything we would miss in, but maybe rifleman or two, early on... I am guessing is time to be stockpiling sandbags and maybe digging up ferrocreter if we are having access to one?"