Pluto Company resupplies in Tolkeen and says good bye to their fallen comrades.... those that never left the tunnel, and those that never left the field...
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After every member of Pluto Company has re-supplied, they are summoned to meet Lt. Colonel Maddox.

Maddox was one of the few survivors of Hillcrest - and knows Major Zor Karno well.

The briefing comences once everyone has seated. The officers and non-coms of Pluto Company sit up front, with the soldiers and mercenaries behind them - Maddox stands facing the company next to a pointy-eared d-bee of some sort, two savage-looking simvan and a massive reptilian humanoid.

"Pluto Company, how are we this morning? Your recent sacrifice has been brought to the attention of Tolkeen command, and I have good news. You are all being pulled off the front lines."

Some of Pluto Company clap, and cheer - Maddox pauses before continuing.

"You have been tasked with defending a village of the Kingdom of Tolkeen from possible Coalition invasion in the near future. You will be in charge of setting up defenses and preparing a small militia of volunteers from the town. This village will be your home for next few weeks - an emptied hotel has been made available as your base of operations. You will still be in contact with us at all times - so consider this a huge break. I have provided Major Karno with written instructions as well as maps and such of the area. That's it for me, I am going to allow your new Major to say a few words - before you all head out again to make Tolkeen proud. Oh - I've almost forgot. I am standing with four new additions to Pluto Company."

He motions with his hand the two simvan, the reptilian, and the winged woman.

"Major Karno?"

Karnon's eyes narrow to slits at the news. Free... but away from the front lines? Some might consider that good news, but Karnon would have relished the opportunity for revenge against the indignities he had suffered at the ignorant hands of the Coalition.

His nails bit into his palms at the frustration.

His tongue lolled slightly as he considered his options. Training volunteers? Hardly. He'd be useless in that department. His skills weren't such that they could be learned in a few short months. This time might instead be more usefully used for creating more magical resources, in the form of talismans, amulets and scrolls. And a summoning circle...

Karnon waited for Major Karno to make his own speech. He had some things to gather.

Inside the shell of the golem Obidiah wanted to scream. He had always been a patient man but now he is no longer a man. He is a construct of war and he certainly did not sacrifice his humanity to training volunteers.

"Oh well the Coaltion might have a thing or two to say about whether we are just sitting around putting farmers through drills. Even if that be the case there is likely some combat to be found."

   Ramenhotep grins devilishly at the prospect of the coming mission.  To lay down defenses in the hopes of obliterating the next wave of Coalition fodder, there could be no more appropriate a task.  Already plans for traps and strategies are flowing into the sphinx's mind.  This would allow him to get his first taste of revenge without wasting his talents on the chaotic front lines.

   Oksana is tall, at least 6'6", and her body glistens with a silvery-chrome skin.  Every feather on her wings is like its own little mirror, reflecting an image of her surroundings a thousand times.  The wings are each partially retracted and appear to be capable of telescoping out to a span of thirty feet or so.  The shiny and smooth surfaces of her toned physique is covered only by a black pair of spandex capris pants, a black sports bra, and a pair of black rubber climbing shoes.  A small headset is worn, covering her right eye with a multi-optics visor.  She's also got a small satchel slung over one shoulder.  No weapons are visible.

   After the speech delivered by Maddox, Oksana moves off to stroll among the other soldiers and mercenaries.  She doesn't introduce herself to anyone, preferring to just get a feel for her new comrades.

Looking more like one of the civilians they're currently bound to protect, Jeran had his hands thrust in the pockets of his jeans and was rocking back and forth on his heels as he listened to the briefing.  Very little of what he knew could be taught to civvies in such a short time, but perhaps this would be an opportunity to pick up a few new things from the other magi that might be useful for this.

As Oksana strolles by, he smiles and openly looks her up and down -- with emphasis on the 'up'.

"Hey there, beautiful," he says with a grin, seemingly unconcerned of the fact that she could likely break him in two without breaking a sweat.

PM

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   Oksana stops walking and turns to Jeran, returning his up-and-down glare.  She takes a few steps closer, seemingly inspecting the man.  "Can I help you with something?"  Her voice sounds deepened to an unnaturally low tone, but is not artificial.

Looking up to meet her gaze, the young man shrugs.  "I'm sure I'll think of something at some point," he replies lightly.  "At the moment, I'm just trying to foster friendly relations between the units."  Quite friendly, knowing most men....

   Not having been born yesterday, the metallic elven woman with wings sighs slightly at Jeran's unsubtle communication.  "Thanks for the special treatment, but I'd bet serious credits that there're other units in more need of friendly relations than me.  But I'm new here.  How long you been with Pluto Company?  I've heard stories of some of their missions - pretty impressive."

He shrugs, becoming a bit more serious now.

"Couldn't tell you," he replies.  "I'm new to this as well -- you could say I'm new to the region at that," he adds.  "Besides, everyone's in need of friendly relations, especially during a time of war," he adds soberly.

Offering his hand, he seems to expect it to be shaken.  "Jeran Magnus," he introduces himself.  "Second Platoon."

   "Oksana Minoshin."  she places her hand gently in Jeran's.  "I haven't been assigned a platoon yet.  I hate this waitin' around though.  I spent my childhood runnin' from the CS.  I'm ready to fight back now.  Gettin' paid for it don't hurt though."

Jeran nods, a thoughtful look upon his face.

"Certainly a valid reason," he agrees.  "So, what is it that you do, precisely, besides looking decidedly imposing," he enquires with good-natured curiosity.

   "What do I do?  You mean like a job?  Back home I used to make these little sculptures and sell them.  That was before my 'mutation' happened.  I don't always look this imposing ya know.  Though now, I suppose you could call me a merc.  I plan on becoming a soldier though.  You?"

Jeran wiggles his fingers suggestively.  "Oh, a little hocus-pocus, a little strongarm tactics," he says, his second claim more than a little ludicrous from the look of him.

"Little sculptures, mmmm?" he says, faintly amused.  "Sounds interesting.  I did more mean, though, what do you bring to the war effort," he enquires, a smile on his face.

   "You know, the recruiter asked me that too, when I came to sign up.  I've seen them hand out rifles to nothing more than warm bodies and call them warriors of Tolkeen.  I've got two hands and two feet.  What more do I need?"

Jeran shrugs.  "Arms, legs, torso, a head, other...accessories," he comments blandly.  "Gotta keep the whole infrastructure in mind," he adds with a wink.

"So, that would be what then; great strength, inexhaustible stamina, vast durability?" he enquires.  "A brawler, a holy terror unleashed among the ranks of the enemy?  Difficult to close with the enemy at times, but that's one reason we're all working together, isn't it?"

Giving her another smile, he waves a hand to catch the attention of Lt. Portia.  "Lieutenant?  May I have a word for a moment?"
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   Oksana's facial expression indicated that she didn't approve of the terms "brawler", "holy terror", or even "unleashed".  It would appear that she doesn't think of herself in such ways - no matter how accurate they might be.
   "Why're you so curious about me?"

   Ramenhotep paused to watch a flock of griffins flying overhead.  Each of the group of six appeared to be mounted by a humanoid rider.  Their silent grace as they glided through the air was enough to bring a measure of peace to this sphinx's soul and he realized how tense he has been of late.  The anxiety of preparing for war had snaked its way into his mind and it was poisoning his appreciation for beauty.  Griffins were like cousins to the sphinx, lower on the evolutionary scale, but related nonetheless.  Ramenhotep turned his gaze back to the earth after the creatures passed by and he lay down on the floor under a window.
   Ramenhotep pulled out a small notebook and pen and began writing lines of text into the leather-bound journal.  He would periodically pause, look around the area and then return to scribing whatever words he needed to record.  The sphinx remained alone.
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Andy sat crosslegged, indian style, a cloud of foul smoke puffing up around his head, his cheroot jauntily chewed on in one corner of his long mouth.

_{"Huh. Gonna be needin some barricades then..."} he mumbled to himself upon the reveal of the platoons' next location.

Tyirrak prefers to remain standing, to the far left of where the officers were given space. His helmet is off and his face is grimly set as always, probably more due to his alien physiology than any particular emotion. Controlling ones face was much easier than having conscious control over ones heartbeat.

One can merely speculate as to whether his recent promotion means anything to the Lanotaur.

Lt. Lynn sits at a table near the front with some other officers. Her face is hidden deep within the hood of her robe as she looks down at the table going over a small pile of papers. She has a journal out and is jotting down notes in it with her left hand. Without looking up or stopping her writing she replies to Jeran. "You just did. If you have something important to say then out with it." Of course it is not Jerans fault she is even bitchier today than she normally is. Like everyone else she had heard the exploits of Pluto Company and what they had accomplished on the field of battle in such a short period of time. With her desire to rise through the ranks quickly she was excited that her request for a transfer had been put through. Hearing that she was going to be babysitting a village of farmers as her first assignment did not exactly fit the visions of glory she had concocted in her mind.

Matte black Samurai armor would seem out of place anywhere else, but in Tolkeen it seemed like nothing was a surprise. Demons, Monsters, all manner of Mercenaries and Mages... it was a veritable melting pot of the strange and even the stark silver embroidery upon his exposed areas didn't draw even a second glance from anyone in Tolkeen.

Standing among the center of the crowd, Photios had arrived to the Pluto Company to recieve orders and a Platoon assignment only to be present for a mission debriefing before he was even settled. It didn't really matter to him, as long as their was the chance of encountering Coalition forces he would be fully committed. He needed to make those short-sighted, close-minded humans pay and this war was the best place for it. Better still, constructing defenses was something he was quite skilled at especially if they were to be given much time to prepare.

Approaching Prof. Womble, Lt. Dyvalis feels somewhat small (not even so much for the size of the golem, but for his reputation in Tolkeen). Still though he tries to engage the professor for some intellectual stimulus. "I understand that this is the new manifestation of the good Professor Womble. It is nice to actually meet you. You may not recall, but I attended a lecture series on Mystical Ethics for which you were the keynote speaker. That lecture came at a very pivotal time in my life and I've often reflected on how I might not pursued temporal magic were it not for those lectures, if for no other reason than I can now fast forward the tedious rantings of Dr. Gemeda and his 'rules on the frugal use of the mystic arts'." There was a tinge of arrogance in his last statement.

Jeran shrugged.  "You've yet to be assigned to a unit, you say, so I'm conducting an unofficial prelim interview, see if you might fit in with the rest of us."

Having gained Lt. Lynn's attention, Jeran was forcibly reminded that he'd lost track of the fact that a briefing was going on.  How embarrassing.

"Ahh, later, Lieutenant.  My apologies."  It can certainly wait until later.

   "Not to be arrogant or nothin', but why'd I wanna be in your platoon instead of another?  Not that its my choice where I go or not, but if my assignment depends on whether I fit in or not, I'd think I could just act friendly when I find a place I want to stay.  Or I could act unfriendly if I wanted to go somewhere's else.  I may not have gone to school or nothin', but I ain't stupid.  Is this decision really up to you?"

Not one to be lively, the Lizard Man, not one of great stature stood near the edge of the crowd in the front wanting to at least be able to see this new Major. There were some preparations that needed to be made before their mission began and he would require some time to make them.

Overhearing the interaction between the metallic woman and the male who's advances were not quite so subtle, Photios drifted towards them. Not that he was so desperate for company, it was more of a curiosity to the only bit of activity occuring at the moment.

Unable to help himself he intercedes, "It seems the Winged Woman is on to you, and quite handily rebuking every attempt you've made, Sir. Most would have given up by now..."

   Although having finished his assignment promptly the night before, Ramenhotep hands it in now as his new lieutenant didn't hang around long enough to receive it when he finished.  The sphinx approaches the table where she is sitting and pulls the document out from a pouch on his hind leg.  It is folded neatly and he lays it on the table in front of Portia Lynn.  Ramenhotep glances over at the thornhead demon which is undoubtedly not far away before speaking to Lieutenant Lynn.  If she was already speaking to anyone, Ramenhotep waits his turn.
   "Your questionnaire, madam."  Ramenhotep winks at her and then saunters off to wait for Major Karno to begin.
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The golem stands impassive for nearly a few seconds creating an awkward silence. Then the telepathic reply comes to Dyvalis,

"Oh pardon me... It is so easy to get lost in thought these days. Inhabiting this golem is such an alien experience I am honestly beginning to struggle with it I think. Funny you should mention that particular presentation. It does smack of irony given my current incarnation. While I like to believe my intentions were pure I will most likely be remembered by history, if I am remembered at all, as an old man too cowardly to die who sold his soul using patriotism as an excuse. But I digress and I apologize. I am sure you did not come over to attend my self-pity party. I always considered Gemada a bit of a pompous windbag myself. Did you hear how he volunteered with no prompting to quest in an alien dimension for a mystic artifact known as the Mobius. He perished on another world trying to save Tolkeen. Funny really the contrast that often arises between what we say and what we do. I do remember you. I remember your father. I often found fault with the man. Looking back perhaps I was wrong."

Zor, waits for a bit before addressing Pluto Company, he has done little to improve his appearance after being in captivity, well he had groomed the several month old beard that he had grown, and wrapped a bandage over his empty left eye socket. But as a True Atlanean he still looks rather distinguished....the frontal armor plate his is wearing is made from the scale of a large fury beetle, and underneath a chain mail consisting of smaller fury beetle scales. The only thing in his hands is a single peice of paper.

“You don’t need any words of encourage mean or anything about how you’re the best company among Tolkeen’s fighting force. Your alive and that means your either good or lucky. I must have been lucky, because I was captured and subsequently rescued by you, and as such Tolkeen has seen fit for me to command you.”

“There are a few issues which have occurred recently that I have to address before we go on.”

“There seems to have been a miscommunication regarding Splugorth forces. From here on out they are to be attacked on site. It seems like Tolkeens right foot didn’t know what the left foot was allowed to do. But if I find out that a lower ranking individual disobeys the lawful and prudent orders of those above them, they will be reduced in rank one grade and forfeit any loot collected at the end of the battle.”

“This brings me to the next subject; Because of the incident with the Rau-man Arven, the disposition of all loot collected, from the battlefield or from the bodies of our fallen will be determined by the platoon commanders. I don’t care if the dispositions of items are determined after or during the battle, whatever decision is made by the platoon commander goes. If a platoon commander decides to horde all the good loot for himself or is favoring some and un-favoring others bring it up the First Sergeant.”

“As of now the Mystic Knight Jack is promoted to First Sergeant. If you a have a problem that can not solved amongst yourselves or your platoon commander, you go to the First Sergeant. Don’t come to me, unless of course you’re an Officer.”

“Now onto platoon reassignments," and for the first time Zor begins reading the peice of paer in his hand. "I will be forming a Headquarters Platoon, led by myself, consisting of Osema, and his crew, the First Sergeant, Photios Dimitrios Erasmus, and Ahnaka Kale.”

“The mercenaries Madness and Dlamar have decided to no longer fight as part of Pluto company.”

“Lt. Xion, your now a 2nd Lieutenant, Lt. Drake your now in charge of Third Platoon.”

“Attila since Lt. Drake had a disagreement with you, you are now moving to First Platoon, and Obidiah you are moving to Third platoon to take Attila’s place.”

“Sergeants Razgriz and Dresteran are also being moved. Sergeant Razgriz is moving to 2nd platoon, and Sergeant Dresterran is moving to 1st Platoon."

“For those of you who wish to know Magnet Man is recoving from the wounds he suffered at the hands of Arven. Magnet Man most likely survived due to the actions of Ahnaka.”

“As for your current orders, Lt. Colonel Maddox said them himself, we will be setting up defenses for the next few weeks and training volunteer militiamen.”

“That is all, we will be moving out tomorrow morning.”
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Jack showed up almost late, still having NOT had his time with Lotus to accomplish their little "side mission". He wasn't in the best of moods, but he was, if nothing else, patient in his vengeance. The "education" would still happen, just at a later time.

He was surprised to hear his name called out, and even more so in the context it was used. His eyebrows rose in his human form for a moment. A promotion? Right after being rescued from the Coalition? Strange. But he let his face become more impassive again, trying to take it in stride.

He couldn't help but notice it would give the potential for much much more responsibility, especially being...what was the term?...nurse maid to a bunch of soldiers. He sighed almost inaudibly.

Lord Osema howls gleefully at news of his transfer and gives Ahnaka Kale a lustful and horrible look while gyrating his hips in her direction. "I know how them Atlantean bitches like it." he mutters to Reginald and the others in his monstrous crew.

After the briefing Dyvalis finishes his conversation with the professor. "As far as Dr. Gemeda, I say good riddence. His lessons were full of outdated philosophy and of no use in a nation of soldiers. Perhaps in a feel-goodery like New Lazlo, but not here. As for my father, do not base any of your opinions of him on me. We share nothing in common except for some amount of genetics. I know he is a well-respected leader, but off the record he is an arrogant prick and a joke of a father. But then I suppose you don't want to hear my self-pity either. I look forward to working with you professor. If you would excuse me now, I must attend my platoon." A slight shudder overtakes him for some reason when he says "my platoon". Before rejoining Lt. Portia Lynn he turns back to Prof. Womble. "Fuck anybody who says you're just afraid of mortality. History will remember victories and those involved."

The remark aimed to reduce some of the pressure upon Oksana by distracting her apparent suitor was lost in the scramble as the new Major finally showed himself and began the briefing. Learning of his Platoon assignment he noticed the Atlantean heritage of the Major and made a note to inquire as to which Clan he was from.

Dismissed, he was about to file out and prepare for the mission but his calm was disturbed by the rowdy Brodkil Leader. To think he would dare talk as such when their Major was of the same race he was insulting. He regretted causing commotion, but he could not let the honor of an Atlantean woman be insulted, "A mangy beast like you could only do one thing with an Atlantean woman, and that would be to lick her boots. You'd be best served by watching your mouth in the company of so many Atlanteans, that is... if you enjoy your existence, Brodkil."

"Atlanteans, humans, elves - all the same. More concerned about insults than anything..."

Gendun stands next to Osema, and the taller Klowkuh - along with Reginald the Syvan. The pack serves to remind Photios that Tolkeen has enlisted many of these "creatures" - and he can tell by Genduns' glare that he is in danger of dying over some crude comments.

The brodkil do not care about Tolkeen. They do not care about anyone present perhaps not even their own pack. They are only here for the killing and the money to spend on more ways to kill.

Speaking out as he did was not done for the sake of making the Demon silence himself or to exert some sort of control. No, it was simply the Atlantean's own code of honor. In times of war, and for him that was always, one had to hold onto some vestige of themselves or risk losing it all to the horrors and atrocities seen every day.

Non-confrontational types, or those who knew better might in fact keep their mouth's shut. Speaking out would only give fuel to their fires and begin new conflicts. Insults given by demons really weren't anything to be concerned about, they slung them about continually throughout the day. But to Photios, it was the mere act of voicing his objections that allowed him to retain him humanity in the face of the things he had done in the pursuit of revenge.

"Words have power, even those of Demons... Alas, we shall be working together though I use that term loosely. You keep to your end of the bargain, don't touch the tolkeenites and no friendly fire, do that and you get paid. Thats all that matters, right?"

Reginald laughs in Photios' face, "Matter? of course the fucking money matters...Now, when we get back from this mission me and you are going out lookin' for ladies pretty boy."

   When the Major began his speech, Oksana gave Photios an expression of gratitude for his efforts to quell Jeran's intentions.  But there was also a look in her eyes that said it wasn't necessary.  After the talking was done, Oksana gave her hand to Jeran and bid him farewell as she was heading over to join her platoon.
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Jack smiles and then shakes his head. He couldn't help it. It needed to be done. He stepped close to Osema the Brodkil and whispered at him for several minutes.
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   Lotus spotted Jack's movements and positioned herself a few dozen feet away.  She watched Jack and the brodkil through the thronging masses of people.  Everyone was getting up and organizing now that Karno's speech was over and it wouldn't be long before she was expected to join the rest of her platoon.

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   Lotus' hands hang loosely at her sides in a fashion one might expect from a gunslinger preparing for a duel.  Although she has two firearms holstered on her belt, she would have to be insane to start shooting among the rest of Pluto Company in case she missed the brodkil.  But she stands there nonetheless, watching the interaction between the newly promoted sergeant and the brodkil "Lord".

Xion nods, and takes a few steps back, shrugging his shoulders he heads off to find a cold drink.

Zor waits with his arms crossed to see how his newly promoted First Sergeant decided to handle something as trivia as name calling. It would be his first test as a First Sergeant; maybe he would have to find another First Sergeant before too long or maybe not. It all depended on Jack's actions.

Of course Zor was not pleased with Lord Osema’s insult, but that was the general nature of the Brodkil. One couldn’t change the general nature of a Brodkil anymore then one could prevent a male dog from mounting a bitch in heat, as it was in their nature to do so. He silently thought to himself.
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Karnon quiet laugh was like a barking yip, as he saw the posturing between the Brodkil and the Atlanteans. It hadn't gone unnoticed that aside from the Brodkil, the only members of Major Karno's HQ platoon were Atlanteans. Elitism didn't really belong in the Tolkeen army, particularly in light of the reasons for this war. That in mind, the juxtaposition of something like Osema making advances at Ahnaka, however crude, was a source of humor for the wolfen.

"Calm yourself Brodkil, before someone decides to put a leash on you." he chuckled, obviously not in any way truly offended by the remarks. "And perhaps I shall provide you and yours with some sport for you during this next... assignment."

The offer was honestly given, and a potential way of diverting the Brodkil during the occupation of this village... creatures such as they would grow restless without bloodshed, and a Shifter such as Karnon or Mephisto could indeed summon challanging opponents for them... or enslave the Brodkil outright if it came to that. Subdemons were quite easy to handle.

Lord Osema throws his hands up in a mocking display indicating that he has somehow been wronged. He does take a brief second to give a look to his pack telling them to be ready turning back to Jack he simply nods his head in the affirmative. He remains quietly respectful just until Jack starts to turn away and then he remarks in a voice that is definitely not a whisper.

"I gotta better idea Sergeant Jack-Ass. how about you toss my fucking salad while I fist your dirty little bitch Mystic-Knight whore over there and my boys go find your mother so we can all anal rape her. That is what I was thinking...sir."
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Na-Wa watched as the Black Bunny Rabbit Man (Jack), and the Big Mean Demon Thing (Lord Osema) faced off. He looks to the nearest person and makes a statement.

“Na-Wa saw these two try to fight before."

“The Big Mean Demon Thing is mean, and might just begin to play with his pee-pee again, and pee on the Black Bunny Rabbit Man again. The Black Bunny Rabbit is afraid to fight a lot, he sat in a cage while others tried to save him and Naw-Wa...well until Na-Wa threw the Black Bunny Rabbit Man out of the cage.”

Jack smiled widely and stopped whispering but his voice didn't show any anger. "That is twice now you have insulted me. I have seen you show respect to other officers yet twice you have refused me the same. You fucking PEED on me. And now you look to your fucking little bitches behind you like they could do SHIT to me if I didn't WANT them to?? You are joke O-semen. The only reason I haven't killed you yet is because I haven't found the most humiliating way to do it yet."

The smile stays on his face as he leans in again and his voice still level and casual. "I gave you an ORDER, Demon. I suggest you follow it while I contemplate your manner of execution. Back down before something bad happens to you."

Reginald steps next to Osema, "'Scuse me boss," as he pushes his way in between Osema and Jack, "Name calling and threats? Really...an officer in Tolkeens grand army resorting to calling the mercs names and threatening us...Osema...you better watch out, this one is scary...way scarier than all the others. Reginald laughs hard, a horrid sight given the setup of his facial features.

   Lotus continues to stand by... waiting.
   Then she waves at Reginald.

Reggie smiles, "No mind games here human. Although I see you have shut yourself off from further private communications. I was simply stating the fact that he is not behaving like an officer... and I welcome your efforts, but I think you will find our throats harder to cut than you believe...are they always so aggressive?" the last more of a rhetorical question than anything else

The 12 foot broskil steps up to the plate and looks as though he is going to say something - but simply snarls instead. His dark mind is plotting something... or he is just stupid...

For the time remaining before setting out - there will plenty of time for all repairs to be finished - along with Magnet Man to make a full recovery.

The mages coul attend some of the free spell classes running all day.

The group leaves the next morning as per Major Karno.

It is currently 0730 hrs. You shold have 22 hours before setting out. DOn't forget about sleep - and a spell takes its' level in hours to ATTEMPT to learn. Spell learnign rules (I think) are in my house rules.

Avaliable spells:

armour of ithan
fly as the eagle
invisibility lesser
multiple images
carpet of adhesion
magic net
timeslip
aparition
shadow meld
chameleon
Fireball
Call Lightning
Impervious to Energy
targeted Deflection
Superhuman strength/speed/endurance

With a mouth full of daggers like Osemas it is hard to say he is ever really smiling but he is doing his best impression of it currently. As  a further taunt he sticks his chin up and his throat out for a second in response to the throat slitting comment. After being told to back off he does take a step back and shrugs his shoulders. "You give me an order worth a shit and I will think about following it you Mystic-Knight cumsuck." The Brodkil turns his back to Jack and walks away towards where his crews hovercycles are parked.

Gendun grins

"You better watch yourself JACK. But thanks for the heads up. Now we can take you out first."

Gendun walks with Osema.

   Walking up to stand next to Jack, Lotus mutters a few words.  "Will we be fired for killing them right now?"

Jack  doesn't stop smiling. "Any order an officer gives IS worth following if you want to get paid, meatbag." Looking at Reginald he shakes his head. "You aren't even worth it, but bring it on, shitstain."

Not looking at Lotus, he replied to her. "Yes. Do you care?"

A normally stoic appearance is only slightly marred as the squabbling seems to finally come to an end. It one were watching him, they would see what could only be construed as a smile crawl onto the Lizard Man's lips.

The commotion over he heads off to prepare for the confrontation to come in his own ways.

Reginald feigns confusion, "Bring what on? I didn't threaten you, only told your woman there to try and cut my throat when she was ready. Now if you have an issue with me because I am far better looking than you, well that's your problems sir."

Van stands back and watches the conflict. He addresses mainly Lotus, "If you're going to kill them I'd do it soon. After all your boyfriend managed to commit murder in the streets of Hillcrest without so much as a pay cut."

   "Can I assume I have your permission then, Corporal sir?"  Lotus asks, making it clear that she would rather not take the blame for exterminating the creatures.  Its obvious that Lotus actually does care about being fired.

Zor is indisposed by the arrival of a messenger who delivers an additional set of orders.

“I want all Officers to convene with me, we have additional orders to carry out on our way to Mad Town.”

After Lotus asks his permission to kill the Brodkil, Van realizes maybe he does have some amount of power in his new position. Realizing that he kind of laughs. "Hey, I want no part of this. Ask one of the officers..."

It would take some time to get used to being taken seriously.

   Lotus smirks when the young Corporal catches on to her query.  "Too bad Corporal.  I guess you're just not the take-charge kind of man."  Lotus looks over at Jack and her expression changes slightly, indicating she is probably communicating telepathically again.

Van talks more to himself than anyone in particular. "I'm just not a take-responsibility type man. I gather you're not either otherwise you would've just done it instead of worrying about the consequences."

   Lotus turns back to Van.  "I'm here for a paycheck - not patriotism."

Van grins back at Lotus and indicating her with his fingers as a gun adds, "And that's why you're so good at what you do..." After that Van leaves the conflict, not wanting to get egged into giving some kind of order, which he didn't really have the authority to do anyway, having not been given any specific leadership of anybody yet except his air squad of Iron Juggernauts, which, for a moment, he imagines he could order to kill the Brodkil (provided no higher ranking officer over-ruled the order), but then thinks better of it. Still though, it's nice to have some measure of power.

Once all the officers had convened around Zor he breaks the bad news, they would be escorting supplies whilst on the way to Mad Town...

“Tolkeen wants us escort nine supply trucks to Fort Comartin, so we will not be able to teleport or fly to Mad Town. I want fourth platoon to teleport there and act as an advance party.”

“When we move out in the morning I want 2nd Platoon in the lead, then 1st Platoon, then the nine trucks we will be escorting and have 3rd Platoon bringing up the rear. Platoons will rotate every 16 miles, with the lead platoon falling to the rear and the middle platoon taking point. We are being given a detachment of several air Juggernauts which will be providing air cover for us, I am assigning them to 3rd Platoon, under the command of Cpl Van. They will also assisting in the defense of Mad Town."

“Additionally I want scouts on the ground out in front and to the sides of the road, as well a rear guard for whichever platoon is last in the marching order.”

“Any questions or suggestions?”

OOC: While this is intended for the officers (Lt and above) the rest of the company will soon find out about the escort duty.
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Standing with his arms crossed, yet listening intently to the new major, waiting until he is finished. Sorkhan is first to respond -

"I will track down the mayor and the law enforcement and schedule a meeting with us and them when we get there sir. I will also organize my men into patrol squads - and get an idea on the town surroundings.

After being dismissed he turns to the rest of 4th platoon and calls out :"4th Platoon! We are heading to the Teleporting Station!"
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"Sounds good Captain, you are dismissed."



Zor then looks to the other officers to see if any of them have anything further to say.

Portia nods respectfully and turns away without speaking. She makes her way back to where 2nd platoon is staging.

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.


[EDIT -- Mixed up east and west...]
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