For our current purposes I think a simple turn the key, wait a few seconds and throw the thing before it blows up, kind of setup witll be fine. Good to know you are capable of more delicate work however."

Then Portias radio crackles with the voice of one of the Glitterboy pilots stating that it "is against his code of conduct to shoot civilians." Or at least something that sounded like that. Maybe the radio is garbled some being underground. Portia answers over her radio.

"Good for you cowboy why don't you shut up and concentrate on what your moral compass allows you to kill then."

She looks over at the others in the bunker with her and shakes her head. "Apparently it does not take a genius to become a glitterboy pilot." She thinks to herself.

"I wonder what part of "anyone interfering with military process" that guy does not understand when it comes to differentiating combatants with non-combatants."

Portia sips on her wine waiting for more useful reports to come in. Somewhere in the back of her mind the call of "Lieutenant Dyvalis is down" makes the corners of her mouth turn up in a hint of a smile but when it comes down to it she knows that she would rather have the elf on her side.

On the 2nd platoon radio.

Well Missy  you the one fucking hideing in a hole. not standing here take shit form the CS you might what to consider get your own aress in Gear.

to him self Lazy fucking officers

Portia chuckles softly. "The shutting up part he has a problem with as well it seems. I don't have the heart to banter back and forth with a man who has about a ten-percent chance of survival." She sets her radio down on the coffee table along with the wine glass and goes over to where Kamada and Amy are assembling the explosive devices. Picking one up she shifts the bulky thing form one tiny hand to the other checking its weight. "Of course if he is lucky enough to live I will have to beat him severely. I think these will work just fine. Thank you both." She says as she sets the timer to four seconds. She similarly sets the timers on each device as the other two women prepare them.

She stops as if suddenly struck by a thought and looks over at Oksana. "With Madtown being completely enveloped by the magic storm the Coalition may be forced to send in large transports like their Deathbringers rather than risk sending flights of SAMS or other troops in individually. Generally they would keep those craft up so high they would be out of the range of most anything we could throw at them. Oksana I want you uptop in a spot where you can watch the sky. If as massive wave of missiles is inbound again just teleport down here and go back and forth as needed. If and when CS aircraft breach our perimeter I want to know about it immediately. If they stay below the weather we should be able to hit them hard from here." She gives Oksana a rare smile. "Go on and get moving sweetie. I promise no more teleporting into moving vehicles with bombs."

Amy stripped down out of her powered armor for a moment, shaking out her fur and taking a quick moment to brush out the matted bits formed from wearing it so long.  Before Portia really has a chance to tear into her about it she goes back to building explosive devices, at nearly twice the speed now that her fine manipulation isn't being filtered through her armor.

Listening quietly as she puts the bombs together she pauses a moment hearing a throwaway line about teleportation and turning incredulous eyes at Portia asks "You can actually DO that?"

"No I cannot. Or I should say I will not because I would likely kill myself in the process. For her though teleporting is almost as natural as walking." Portia points over to Oksana as the woman gathers up her things before teleporting out. "All of us down here have very special gifts. When we learn how to use them together we will be very deadly indeed. If death dealing is what is required of us of course. Until that time we will just lean on Karnon and his amazing reperotire of powerful magicks whilst we survive."

Karnon made a wuffing sound in the corner as he was mentioned. He was sitting, flipping through a thin tome, bound in brown leather, reading to himself.

Amy nods, looking rather impressed and at the same time humbled.  Wondering over her own right to be here, in this place that is full of nothing but seemingly the best of the most powerful sorcerers she has ever seen or heard.  Her own skills seeming almost insignificant in relation to theirs she works harder hoping to somehow make up for her magical lack through dedication to those few small things she can do.

Comartin walks up next to McCloud, but not to find cover. Comartin is in the same suit of weaponry that McClud is in, however he radiates an aura of power.

"Watch your tongue... don't know how you deal with your officers in your last unit... but out here... you speak to your Lieutenant like that, you will be lucky if you ever see home again. So in plain words, shut the fuck up and keep those thoughts to yourself. Remember your rank."

Comartin doesn't wait around for a reply, frankly he doesn't care if McCloud had one. Comartin then makes his way back to his own cover for the second volley of missiles.

McCloud nods "sir" is all he says

The fleeing civilians are met by members of the Madtown militia. They attempt to gather as many as they can, some carry the wounded and they are all being led to the church when the missiles break through the intense winds.

Calliandra is the first line of defense. Hundreds of missiles are out of her range, however she manages to scramble and redirect many of the missiles into each other, or to fall short of their targets and land just outside of town. Calliandra is then forced again to dodge missiles coming at her.

75% make it past her, and Van’s missile pods begin blasting the nearby missiles, detonating several of them in the air. They do their job effectively and another 15% are stopped from hitting the town. Many more are shot by the towns’ defenders just before impact. The Glitter Boys make waste of several missiles each, and all four are untouched as of yet.

The residential areas south and north of 2nd platoon are hit again, destroying more homes. Many of the civilians on their way to the church are unable to protect themselves or unable to find cover, many have overburdened themselves with their possessions, and a lot of them are vaporized or devastatingly wounded.

Entire rows of houses are on fire, the streets have filled with smoke, and dust. It is impossible to see anything without proper protection, and even still it is difficult to see far at all. Explosions and screams fill the air.

A full ten minutes pass before the next volley is launched. Robertson reports it in over the radio again, and a few moments later they land.

Again, 25% of them are destroyed in the hurricane winds surrounding the town, and this time Calliandra has no effect on the missiles, all she can do is blast a couple on their way down. Van's missile pods seem to be much more efficient the second time around, and another half of the missiles are destroyed before meeting the covering fire from the platoons. The Demon Horde has begun firing several grenades into the air above them as the missiles come close.

The Salvation Militia holds position and fires at them as they fall, destroying some. Another two soldiers are vaporized when they land.

More civilians are killed, they are now in a mad dash for the church, running for their lives.

Drano and his squad seem to be having no trouble shooting down any missiles aimed for them, and their platoon of Salvation Militia are getting better at it.

The Iron Juggernauts are just as effective from inside the arena, but there has been no word from Sergeant Dresteran since the first missiles were launched.

The Coalition seem to regulate to sending another volley every 10 minutes, with no sign of them letting up. The sun is beginning to set, and the missiles continue.

PM
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Finally finished with her work on the bombs and the rest, she asks if anyone else needs final checks on their weapons or equiptment.  All the while the soft shivers every 10 minutes causing her hair to spike slightly forming a ruff at her neck.  Despite the spell sustaining her she eats a bit out of habbit and then mournfully with one last long streach from the tips of her ears to tail she climbs back into her suit of power armor, closing it up once more.

Severin begins whistling while he works, taping and otherwise sticking the IED's together anyway he is able, so that Portia doesn't beat him, or worse.

The volleys continue well into the night, every ten minutes. With the Glitter boys safe under ground, and the rest of 2nd platoon safe inside Portias' bunker... it seems Dresteran would be the only one in danger of these missiles. If he was still alive...

Portia notices Amy getting back into her power armor. "You might as well leave that off unless you are just more comfortable in it. We should have plenty of time to suit up whenever it becomes necessary. Everyone should probably just rest as much as possible right now. Unfortunately many of our compatriots above ground will probably not be afforded that luxury. In all likelihood if this bombardment continues at this rate a good majority of them will be dead. So for their sake, if you can manage, just get some sleep.

Lt. Lynn takes one last look over her maps spread on the coffee table in front of her and then turns of the electric lantern nearest to her. She slips out of her leather boots before putting her feet up on the couch. As she lays back she closes her eyes and only winces one or twice at the rumbling up above before she falls asleep.

Caught by surprise she stops in mid motion and smiles at Portia's recommendation.  Happier than ever that not only doesnt she have to put it back on, but that her commander is just about ordering her not to.  She finds a nice spot near a recliner and carefully stacks her things before climbing up and somehow curling into a ball, her tail ending up over her ears and hiding her face completely as the small woman proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that she shares more in common with a cat than just fur.

Within the tunnels Drano gives orders for Comartin, and Eljin, to dismount from their respective Chromium Guardsman and get some rest for the next six hours as well as those aiding them, since it seems the bombardment is not going to let up anytime soon.

The missiles continue until the sun rise the next morning. Explosions every ten minutes for the duration of the night kept most awake, and many killed. Robertson and the radar tower stopped reporting in around 0300 hours. The missiles finally stop around 0730 hours, Major Karno orders everyone to stay put for the next twenty minutes to ensure the barrage is over.

At 0737 hours Calliandra from HQ platoon calls in over the radio "large aircraft is coming in from the east, 37 miles away, traveling at mach 1 at 40 000 feet"
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McCloud slept little last night through the bombing. It can be heard over his voice talking to his corp. "Let's hope this is the invasion corp so we get some payback."
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"Lieutenant Lynn." Karnon stood to his feet against the wall as the radio message came, "Requesting permission to attempt to deal with the aircraft. I will need only a single scroll, perhaps two... and the use of Private Oksana for this attempt."

"Private Oksana will teleport us in near enough the flight path of the aircraft, and I will use the scroll to discover how a aircraft traveling at Mach 1 fares once it hits a wall of impenetrable force. Private Oksana will teleport us to a safe distance, or return us back here upon completion."

He stood ready waiting for Lieutenant Lynn's decision.

Looking up at Karnon as he speaks, "I like your style furball... that I would like to see as well."

Amy, a pilot herself swallows only her fur hiding how pale her face gets at the mental immage of what can happen to aircraft impacting even something small at Mach 1.  Of course the fact that she looks almost twice her size as the flight reaction puffs out her fur might just possibly give away her reaction anyway.  That or she just stepped on a live wire.

From her lounging position Portia looks up at Karnon and considers his request for a moment. "I suppose that is what we are here for. I dare not risk losing either of you but at that height I am not sure anyone else will have an intercept plan with any chance of success. Watch your asses in case they do. I want Second Sight cast on me targeting yourself Karnon and I want Invisibility Superior on both of you understood? Go ahead and get the bastards then report back. I cannot imagine they will be flying unaccompanied so hit and run. If they come in with low flying aircraft that breach the storm barrier then we can handle them from in here." Portia points over to the corner where a large throw rug lays without anything on top of it. "We will keep that area clear for teleportation back into the bunker."

Karnon nodded and moved towards Oksana, beginning the words of the spell that would cloak Oksana with invisibility, from even the most advanced technological sensors. He laid his hand upon her arm as he said the last foreign syllable, and she vanished. He vanished a moment later.

"I will cast a Second Sight spell right before I throw up the wall." came Karnon's disembodied voice.

"Alright Oksana, teleport us to where you can figure out the flight path. On my signal I want you to teleport us three miles in front of the planes current location. I will throw up the wall once it hits half a mile from us, which should take approximately 10 or so seconds for it to reach after our first teleport. Once you see the wall of light, teleport us as far away from location of the wall as you can get."

"And no. Theres no need to carry me beyond whatever physical contact is necessary for you to teleport me." Karnons voice finished.

OOC:
Spells cast:
Oksana: Invincible Armor (200 MDC), Invisibility: Superior
Self: Invincible Armor, Invisibility: Superior.