"Let's do it Obidiah, can you carry Braga? Daemonix! come with us now!"

Tyirrak follows Obidiah.

(NPC'd)

Another two medium missiles are on their way to collide with the town. One towards first platoon, the other going further towards the militia's area again.

Obidiah scoops up Braga being surprisingly gentle yet wastes no time before running back in the direction where he had previously cast his powerful defensive spell. If missile impact is imminent he will cast the spell regardless of where he is however he would like to get back to the same position.

Angel keeps stays close to the mystic Golem, not wanting to be caught in the marvelous spell he is casting.  At the same time, he is keeping an eye out for any civilians that need a hand getting towards the group.

Tinker is happily sitting on his shoulder, similarly looking out for civilians.

(OOC: My apologies, there's been a death in the family - I'll try to keep as updated as possible here.)

The Lizardman who carried no modern weapons hid himself from view when the missiles were noted as incoming. There was little he could do in response to the attacks and he felt lucky to ride out the storm. When things had calmed down he looked over the wreckage wrought upon his platoon, then immediately heading off towards the site of the coalition wreckage.

He would start to take a body count of coalition soldiers, warning those nearby, "I will not disturb further the graves of Madtown, but I do require the Coalition corpses. All those who do not wish to see the grotesque should leave the area, the former CS forces will be able to take care of most of the cleanup here."

Mithas jogs over from sixth platoon. He runs by the burning, collapsed hotel. Mithas stops to run around the area, putting out the flames with his mind.

After a couple minutes the flames are extinguished and he makes his way for the bomber after Razgriz.

"Stay back Sergeant... that thing is likely filled with explosives!"

"Don't one of you officer types think that maybe you should call a medic..."

He is looking at Lt Tyirrak and Razgriz.
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Tyirrak nods to Jess'voruk, then looks to Angel.

"Head to the radar tower quickly. Tell the Major Lt. Xion and Sgt. Braga were wounded in the missile explosion, along with several dead civilians. Tell him we need a medic of some sort."

Xion wanders the area aimlessly for a moment before returning to Tyirrak, "I am relatively unhurt, my armor too most of the damage I think. Although it looks as if I could use a new suit sir. I doubt they will have my personal armor in stock,  where have we decided to place supplies sir?"

Razgriz looks at the Minotaur, and then back to the burning wreckage beginning to cast a spell. Focusing only upon the interior of the Bomber and the corpses that might be inside, causing up to eight of them to rise away and shamble outside with everything they're wearing and carrying.

"I wasn't intending on going inside."

Mithas finishes extinguishing the fires and watches for any of the enemy to walk out of the crashed bomber, now members of the undead. But none do...

After several minutes Jess'Voruk returns alongside Ahnaka Kale from 5th platoon.

"This woman is a medic... as you asked Tyirrak. Now give me something to do other than delivering your messages."

Ahnaka runs to the site of the collapsed appartment and checks over as many of the civilians as she can find... they are all dead.

She then quickly checks over Braga and pulls off his armour. She spends several minutes checking him over, sometimes with her eyes closed. Braga returns to consciousness, and Ahnaka helps him to his feet.

"You will be fine Braga, you will need new armour however... Lieutenant Xion? Did you need me to take a look at you as well?
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Xion shakes his head, "I am in the same boat as the sargeant, my armor too the brunt of the damage as far as I can tell. I will track you down if I need you. Thank you."

"Let me know Lieutenant. I will return to my platoon now."

"Jess'Voruk, you and Ret'La can start pulling that bomber apart. I want the church defended, and I want it to be protected from collapsing down on everyone inside the bunker. The exit is in teh graveyard, so we need that open and clear as well. Van, bring your squad in - I need them to assist in breaking down the bomber."

"Razgriz, take a squad out on patrol."

Tyirrak then follows the daemonix to the bomber to salvage what they can.

Razgriz is disappointed in finding no bodies in the bomber, but quickly moves to his hovercycle for the patrol.

"Van, Obidiah, Angel you're with me."

Razgriz speeds out past the bomber and the torn up graveyard, and heads out from town, assuming Van and Angel follow.
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Tyirrak keyed his radio, "Major Karno, I'm putting in a request to requisition any operators that aren't busy to begin going over that bomber for salvage. Any weapons or undetonated explosives would be useful. Even any solid plates can be stripped off to reinforce key positions as required. Razgriz also has not found any bodies in it, which suggests either automated AI or control by remote. Might be useful information."

As Razgriz is leaving with his squad he turns to respond to Tyirrak's last orders.

"Sir, the bomber was brought down by an explosion in the cockpit of some sort...it is likely the crew was disintigrated."

There is an explosion inside the town, to the south. Smoke rises from one of the buildings near 4th platoons' location.

The sun is setting, as the first day in Madtown finally draws to an end...

A large modified Coalition Power Armour approaches alongside a most-savage looking dog boy, from the west side of town.
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   Approaching at a walking pace, and from a direction that must have passed through numerous other Tolkeen military positions, the chances that Carver is an advance memberr of the Coalition invation force are quite slim.  Then again, he hasn't exactly announced his presence either.

   Carver strolls into the midst of 1st platoon, stops, looks around, and then transmits his voice through the loud speaker of his power suit.
   "Is this 1st platoon?  You Tolkeen-types all look the same to me..."

Sorkhan Shira follows behind Carver and waits for him to finish speaking. The proud, native Shifter looks over the members of second platoon until he spots the lieutenants, and then approaches Tyrriak and Xion.

"Good evening Lieutenants. I am taking control of the platoon. Nothing personal Lieutenant Tyrriak, but we wanted to spread out the high ranks. I will be in command of the front lines in fact.

"Understood Captain. Besides, I am not well-suited for command of large units." he stated it as a fact, as he gazed unblinkingly back at the native american, "Do you have any change in orders for 1st Platoon?"

The idea that the power armor was actually a Coalition unit passed through Obidiahs mind momentarily. The thought that he very likely may be an infiltrator also passes through the mind of the man become golem. The outcome, which would be the demise of the man inside, is the same either way so Obidiah does not bother even moving over to greet the man. Instead he continues doing what he spends the majority of his time doing and stands looking like a statue.

A cloud of dust separates itself from the column rising from within Madtown, moving towards 1st Platoon's location quickly.  From the speed it would seem to be a jetbike or some similar vehicle, though there's nothing of the right size within the cloud.  As it comes closer it slows down, the dust dropping away now that there's no longer a wake to pull it along.

Vashti comes running up at a relatively leisurely rate and stops near the group.  "I'm looking for Captain Shira, I'm Private Vashti just in from Tolkeen."