After dismissed, post here please.

Major Karno
Capt. Shira
Lt. Dyvalis
Pvt. O'hare

Attila
Khan

Ramenhotep
Lord Osema
Klowkuh
Reginald
Gendun

Sgt. Wraith
Cpl. Ghoul
Cpl. Dragon
Cpl. Banshee

The sergeant hovers at walking speed closer to the Major and the Captain. He nods to them and turns to face the large group.

"HQ platoon! form up!"

Dyvalis was alread at the front of the crowd of soldiers and walks past Wraith, and straight over to Captain Shira and Major Karno.

"Thank you sir for placing me at your side. I can make much better use of my training in a strategic position."

The young lieutenant stands at attention with his hands behind his back, watching over Wraith's shoulder as the platoon gathers. He smirks on one side of his mouth. He is glad he is behind the Sergeant, and not lining up in front of him.
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Calliandra moves through the assembled crowd carefully, then stands at attention in front of Wraith.  Though her mind is spinning through the technical details of her power armor, for the time being she keeps her mouth shut and simply waits to hear the platoon's orders.

Corporal Ghoul arrives shortly after, walking with Dragon and Banshee. WHen she arrives she nods to Calliandra and walks up to Sergeant Wraith.

"I am glad to be in your platoon again Wraith. I just hope the others can manage without us."

Standing next to Ghoul, with his wings folded around him like a cape - he waves to his former squad-mates as they join up with third platoon.

"I am sure Spectre and Bat will be just fine..."

Reginald stands quietly, grinning with Osema and the rest of his crew.

Zor arrives at the site where Sgt. Wraith has organized HQ platoon, glad that he took charge and organized the men.

“Pvt. O'hare, I want you to man the towns radar for the next 2 hours, you may go now, Sgt Wraith will fill you in on what we discuss here.”

“Sgt Wraith, Lt. Dyvalis will be using your wing borders to deliver messages to the other platoon commanders, until communication lines are set up.”

“I need the following messages delivered:”

“One, I need each platoon to have two of their members who can operate radar, to be available for radar watch, they will be standing two hour watches, I need the militia to do the same.”

“Two, I need the platoon commanders to know that I expect reports on the progress and planning of the defenses their sectors, as well the disposition of patrols. Also I need someone either in Pluto Compay or the militia who knows abit about laying communications lines to report to me.”

“Three, go find the female Mystic Knight, and have her report to me.”

“Lord Osema, since you decided to urinate on the church doorsteps you may clean up the mess, yourself, now go, ask the priest at the church for cleaning materials. Also behave yourself, and do not cuase another incident. I know you relish in causing pain and suffering to others but do not do so while in town.”

“Ramenhotep, do your ward thing, coordinate with Sgt Wraith in regards to collecting what information and blood you need.”

“The rest of us will be fortifying the buildings I have designated as headquarters buildings, they are all built of reinforced materials, so we will not have to do much, but we will need to plan out egress routes from each building.”

Calliandra salutes and leaves for the radar tower.  At the tower she steps out of her power armor to operate the equipment, though she leaves the suit nearby in case of an emergency.

"Yeah I will be sure to get right on that boss." It is generally hard to pick up sarcasm in the Brodkils gravelly demonic voice but not in this particular instance. "But seriously boss I need to have a word with you in private. I wont take up much of your time but there is something we should talk about now."

Zor looks at the demon, which Zor regarded more as a feral dog then an intelligent being.

“You may speak to myself and Captain Shira in private before cleaning up your mess." Then adds why we would want the XO in on any private conversation  "Most everything I know he knows as well.”

“Does anyone else have any concerns, which I need to be informed of before I speak to Osema?”

Osema nods, turning to Klowkuh and Gendun the Brodkil Chieftain barks out an order. "What are you shitheels still standing around for...get to work. And make sure to watch your asses out there." Osema turns to walk off with Major Karno and Captain Shira. "Reggie you will probably wanna tell em your side of the story too." He says to the Syvan as they leave.

Reginald nods and follows.

As Zor leads Osema and one of his minions to the Town Hall he receives a transmission from Lt. Col Maddox “Lt. Dyvalis meet our new arrivals, and gather info on their abilities.”

Once he gets to the Town hall he tells all those inside to leave. Once everyone leaves he addresses Osema and his one minion.

"What did you want to discuss?"

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"Yes sir."

Is all he says before he glares at Osema and walks past him to meet the new arivals.

"Dragon you are on messagenger duty get Karno's orders to the other platoons immediately. Banshee head to 4th platoon to find Lotus, the mystic knight, inform her she has a meeting with the major."

After Dragon and Banshee head off ont he ir TW wing boards he continues.

"Ghoul, Gendun, Attila and Khan we are going to start fortifying the defenses."

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Gendun ignores Sgt. Wraith, then walks up to pound on the doors to get the immediate attention of those inside.

"LORD OSEMA!!! I must speak with you!"

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"Lord Osema... I had to inform you. Klowkuh is missing."
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when CS forces broadcast on an open frequency Zor stops speaking, he had to act quickly, no telling how big of a force was out there, or how close it is. Of course there was that matter of Gundun at the door.


Zor then walks out of the Town hall, passing Gundun as he moves off to where the rest of HQ platoon is, quickly joining Wraith Ghoul, Attila and Khan.

"I assume everyone heard we have new arrivals as well some unwanted visitors?"

“Gundun, Reginald you are to assist Sgt. Wraith.”

“Osema, go to the church and clean up the mess you made in front of the church then come back here and assist Sgt Wraith, we will finish our discussion later.”

"Lt. Dyvalis, go to Pvt. Callie's postion and have her try to find the source of that radio transmission, I just want a direction."

“Attila, Kahn, come with me, Captain Shira do you know where the teleportation pads are?”

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   The sphinx gives a slow and respectful nod, acknowledging the Major's request for wards.  He waits for Zor to finish speaking before moving off to continue his work.  This is going to be quite a test for my magic knowledge. Ramenhotep thinks to himself, concerned that no one has previously attempted to create such a large network of wards.  Then the radio starts talking...

   Ramenhotep turns and looks back at Major Karno to guage his response to the intrusion of this 'Ike Flint'.  His own face remains expressionless.  Then the poor farmer starts sobbing like a child, obviously seeking salvation from his enemy.  And then the girl talks of murder in the radar tower.  Ramenhotep's mind races, but he keeps watching Karno, waiting for a sign perhaps.

The sheriff arrives, and walks right up to Major Karno.

"Major. We've gotta change our radio frequencies, and more often."

As Callie's voice comes in over the radio, Flat Bullet listens intently.

"Yeah... I'll see ya" he says to the major as he begins heading for the clock/radar tower.
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"Yes sir. The mercenary Photios made them in the basement of the church."

"If Klowkuh is not here then he is dead. It is what he gets for wandering off alone in a camp full of hostile allies. If I am going to the church I am taking Reginald and Gendun with me otherwise fuck the church. It is piss...it will dry. You wanna little bitch-ass cleaning boy send your new elf flunky. Osema turns to Sgt. Wraith and says, "So are we gonna do something directly involved with killing these motherfucking Coalition bitches or are you gonna have us go dig latrines or something?

Before Flat Bullet takes off to the clock tower, Zor replies to the Sheriff.

“Yes, I’ve noticed, pass the word to your men to not pass valuable information over the radio.”

Zor then turns to address Osema who is being quite insubordinate.


“Osema if you truly fear for your safety then you may take Reginald and Gundun with your as you clean up your mess. Oh and for being insubordinate I’m docking half your pay for this month. Of course if you show good behavior then you will receive your full pay at the end of this month and the next.”
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Wraith stares back at Osema but does not respond. He continues to head off to clear out buildings with Ghoul.

"Okay we will meet up with you shortly." Osema says to Ghoul and then stalks off towards the church. He uses the short walk to find out what he can about Klowkuh and fill his crew in. Once at the church he spots the young priest and some of his flock moving out posessions. The demon walks purposefully up to the door where he urinated. He spits on it, pulls out his large misshaped penis and proceeds to alleviate himself on the opposite of the two double doors. "There all better you cocksuckers. Complain again and I will make you watch while I drink your childrens blood and defile your women with the pages of your holy book." Osema turns and leads his monstrous brood away to go and meet up with Ghoul and Wraith.

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Dyvalis arrives at the radar tower in a few minutes, followed by two of the militia - a human and a dog boy. Sheriff Flat Bullet and a dozen others are seen walking up to the tower from teh north west.

   Fourteen feet of sleak power armour stand in front of the tower entrance, flanked by a massive mutant wolf.  The pair seem to be waiting for the arrival of the group approaching.  The power armour doesn't greet them, it just stands there, waiting.
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Once Osema and his gang leave to go to the church and upon seeing that the first of his command posts are being reinforced Zor decides to head to the Clock Tower, he motions Attilla, Khan and Capt. Shria to come with him.


Once Zor arrives at the Clock tower he asks the Sheriff what they have found thus far.

"Well I just got here before you did Major. This here is Mister Daniels. He was shot in the back of the head with a 9 millimeter bullet. My guys turned up nothing, somebody just walked in and shot him in the back of the head and left."

"That fella' poking around inside Mr. Daniels' head is Farsight. He is gonna pull the bullet out and mind read the shit of it and he will see who shot him. Plain and simple really. Give us just a few minutes and we will let you know who done it."
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He looks up from the split open head of the former radar operator holding the bullet in his hand.

"What concerns me Sheriff, Major... is why would this man be murdered..."

Farsight looks back to the radar screen.

"Something is wrong..."
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Standing in the corner, doing her best not to pay attention to Farsight as he was messing with the dead man's broken skull, Calliandra looks up and over at the radar screen at Farsight's words, trying to see if something there has caught his attention.  Though young and shaken by the events in the room, her face is resolute.  Callie may be naive, but she isn't weak.

   Carver takes a few steps towards the entrance of the radar tower.  With his armour far too large to fit inside, he just waits like a sentry, continually scanning the nearby buildings.  <darkgreen>"Keep alert, Arc.  It shouldn't be long now..."</dargreen>

   Carver takes a stance that would allow him to jump or run in any direction with a moment's notice.  He waits.

Upon hearing imminent contact over the radio Zor asks for more information.

"Direction and number of enemy units might help."

Zor knowing full well that the radio may be compromised issues orders in two languages, in the hope that any eavesdroppers would have a hard time understanding two languages at once. Of course his people would have to do the same but there were native speakers of both tongues among the ranks of Pluto company.

"Second platoon send up your flyer attachment and any others that can fly to intercept he incoming, I want an estimate of size on the enemy force before you engage. All others that can fly I want in the air over your sectors."

OOC: green is in Atlantean, purple is in Dragonese/Elf.

Callie's face screws up as she tries to decipher the Major's last statement.  It sounded like an order, based on the tone he used, but she only caught about half the words.  "Sir, I'm sorry, I only caught a bit of that.  What do you mean about the air?"

As she asks that, part of her brain also turns to the radar unit, reaching out as she has always been able to do.  Radar computer, identify the incoming object.  Her thoughts threaded through the incoming data and the computer's database, trying to find a match for the sensor signature.

Zor responds to Callie, this time shouting in english, but does not broadcast over the radio.

"Keep doing what your doing with the radar private."

OOC: Callie, I think your in the clock tower, where as I am outside and at the bottom.

OOC - The clock tower is a clock tower with a radar in it. The radar control is in the bottom of the tower. Callie is inside with the psychic "Farsight" and the dead body. The sheriff and his men are outside with Carver, the major and Callie's PA.

"Major, this radar has been damaged," Callie says, walking out of the control room towards her power armor, "I'll see what's inbound as soon as I can get my SAMAS powered up."

At the young woman's touch, the suit of armor opens for her and she begins to secure herself inside and start the warmup process.  "My suit's got a 100 mile range, not quite what the tower could have given us, but it's a heck of a lot better than anything else functional around here that I know of."

   "My suit maxes out at 10 miles."  Carver chimes in as Calliandra comes outside and he gets his first look at her.  "Damn CS equipment, eh?"
   If Calliandra needs any assistance getting into her power armour, he'll offer it.  Sometimes the large suits can be cumbersome until they are powered up.

   Ramenhotep landed on the steeple of the clocktower which housed the radar.  His claws scraped the stone structure in order to give himself some leverage as he got ready to work some of his magic.  The sphinx hasn't had time yet to get his main plans complete, but this is something that should only take a couple of minutes.  Ramenhotep begins painting on the roof of the clock tower - some intricate pattern too small to see from the ground.

   OOC - He's laying down a simple Mystic Energy Drain - Power - Fire - Area Effect.  As previously discussed, "mystic energy drain - fire" should have the effect of reducing the damage from explosives by 50%.  The "Power" ward is meant to double the damage, range, duration, and effects of any ward it is attached to.  So I would interpret that to mean all explosions within the radius of effect for this ward phrase will only inflict 25% of their normal damage.  The four wards in this phrase require thirty seconds each to produce for a total of two minutes.  The radius of effect is 100 ft around the ward in a spherical shape.

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"Thanks." Callie responds to Carver's assistance, "Usually it's only 'damn CS equipment' when the other side is using it." she says with a smile before closing the SAMAS armor.

"Shit, shitshitshit, missiles incoming sir." Callie exclaims as her suit shows her what's inbound.  "Major Karno, do you want me to try to scramble the missiles?  If so, I'll need to get closer to them." She asks not out of indecision, simply wanting official word before endangering valuable resources.

Hearing that missiles were incoming Zor had wished he'd asked for a metropolis spell scroll before leaving Tolkeen....




"Go Private." Zor knew that if Callie failed she may indivertibly become the target of the incoming missile and be killed, but that was the price of command....

"Everyone else seek shelter or if your able to attempt to shoot down any missiles Callie is unable to jam."

With the Major's agreement, Callie launches herself into the air, tearing towards the missiles on an intercept course.  As she flies to meet the missiles she keys her suit to beam targeting information to as many of the defenders as can receive the transmission.

Mjr. Karno is by the clock tower at the base - dealing with the murder. Along with Lt. Dyvalis.

Ramenhotep is at the top of the tower preparing a ward

Pvt. O'hare is on route to intercept the missiles

Capt. Shira is planning

Lord Osema's group is standing around (Klowkuh is missing)

Sgt. Wraith, Cpl. Dragon and Cpl. Ghoul are in the air above Captain Shira waiting for Banshee to return from 4th platoon.

Attila and Khan are by the Captain
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"Major. I will return to Captain Shira's position and relay those orders."

Lieutenant Dyvalis runs as fast as his legs will take him to rejoin with the rest of HQ platoon.

Hearing that missiles are incoming and not really having any orders other than cleaning piss and playing personal assisstant Osema decides to play it smart and duck and cover. He remembered someone mentioning the church was a fortified structure with underground bunker. Turning to the priest and parishoners whom he just threatened with death and sodomy he grins. "We changed our mind Padre. We are considering religious conversion. We will be in the basement praying. C'mon fellas!" Osema kicks the door he just pissed on sending it flying inwards as he marches into the church his crew of two in tow. He shudders slightly as he enters the "holy" building. Though not a true demon he is certainly evil enough to balk in the presence of righteousness. Though that doesnt stop him from searching out the sublevels. Looking at the huddled townspeople gathered and praying he cannot help but jibe though. "Ah look at all the sexually repressed little hypocrites who molest and abuse their own children then get together every week to celebrate how sanctimonius they are. I fit right in this motherfucker!"

"Carver! get back to the others and get them into cover. Have Renford, or Bartaine gather anybody with long range weapons or missiles and have them prepare to defend their area from missiles. You will be in charge of the long range fighters Carver - now go."

"Farsight - stay with what you are doing here. I want to know who killed this man ASAP. Everybody else get inside the clock tower for cover."

The sheriff makes sure his team of deputies are safely inside the tower before he himself enters.

Walking silently behind Osema Reggie can't help but chuckle at his 'leader' and his antics, "Boss, we best hurry... this may actually be a good hiding spot... demons in a fucking church, who'd ever think that?"

Gendun stops suddenly and snarls at Reginald. "YOU are no demon Reggie..."

Reginald smiles at Gendun, "Gendun my friend, I am well aware of my racial standing. Did you know that you in fact aren't a true demon?"

"I know I could rip you in half..."

Reginald sighs, "After the battles we must face you can try old boy. I promise I am not as frail as I may seem though. Just keep focused on all of us getting out of here alive for now."

Banshee finally returns to rejoin her squad of Techno Wizards in the air. She first swoops down over Captain Shira and Major Karno at the base of the clock tower and shouts to him as she passes by.

"Lotus would not come back with me Captain! She refused..."
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Osema chuckles at Gendun and Reginald trading barbs but there is little mirth in his laugh. Taking note of the townspeople that have gathered in the church to pray for salvation rather than take their destiny into their own hands he has to resist the urge to slaughter the sheep where they kneel. Instead he stomps up to the altar and leaps up on top of it. Taking a funny pose, that looks alot like those Elvis Presley favored, he adresses the crowd. "People I only have one thing to say! It's better to burn out than fade away! Believe that fuckers!" Having finished his sermon the subdemon exposes himself to the faithful as he is wont to do and then leaps down to go find the basement before the missiles hit.

A massive missile is headed directly for the area First Platoon is spread out in. It is only a matter of seconds. A second volley of medium missiles and a second long range missiles are on their way as well, with Calliandra and second platoons' Iron Juggernauts between the town and the missiles.

Several stray missiles from the first wave have lost their targets but may still hit somewhere in the town.
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   The skull-faced head of Carver's power armour nods in response to the Sheriff's directive.  Then he starts running back to rejoin the militia's position, the powerful tri-jointed legs of the GB Killer propelling him with long strides.
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Well Zor couldn't blame Lotus to come back with an attack under way, he'd just have to talk to her later. Zor, unable to do much about the incoming missiles seeks shelter in the clock tower. But gives the two Juggernauts near him an order.

“You two, if possible, find some cover, or try to take out some of those missiles.”

He then replies to Callie in Dragonese/Elf, hoping that is the language she understood from before.

"Good, do you need more support?"

One missile lands in a building in first platoons sector, and the other lands in the river next to The Marina and Renford's Manor. Whatever building the first one hit can be heard collapsing in the distance after the sounds of the explosion fade out. Black smoke raises into the sky above the buiding.

Lynx comes running towards the radar tower as fast as he can. Wearing a suit of black EBA, and holding a massive Coalition rifle in his hands. When he arrives to the tower he steps inside and immediately walks up to Zor.

Lynx removes his helmet and speaks

"Major Karno sir, one of our men is missing. We were not attacked, and nobody saw where he went. He has been gone since before the jet was spotted on the radar sir."

With the bomber down and the possibility of survivors, (how ever slight that may be) Zor issues a few cryptic orders on the radio, not stating exactly who would be doing what.

“Whomever is closest to that bomber check for survivors, try to take prisoners if you can, but if they fight kill them. Also see if you can strip weapons and equipment from the bomber for use in future defense of the town.

“I want causality reports, send runners.”



Zor then turns to the mercenary reporting in.

“Which man is this?”

"It's Dekker sir. Frank Dekker. We picked him up with the rest of the prisoners a few days ago."

Lynx stands loosely at attention. He is a seasoned mercenary who has obviously done alot of work with Tolkeens' military. He has been in Pluto Company since the beginning.

Farsight looks up at the others, seemingly finished his psychic investigation...

"I suppose it would be irrelevant now to announce who the assassin is..."

Zor looks over at the militia man how was conducting psychic investigation.

"No, it wouldn't. Was it this Frank Dekker?"

"Or someone else?"

"It was indeed Dekker..."

   The powerful legs of Carver's suit of power armour carry him through the streets with a speed rarely matched by other suits on land.  He comes skidding to a stop in front of the clock tower, leaving two jagged ruts in the packed-dirt street.  He walks up to the door and gets down on one knee to look inside.  "Major sir, I have a message for you from the High Lord Renford of Madtown.  He tells me that it is of the utmost importance and requires your attention."
   The power armour is fourteen feet tall and Carver has trouble getting a good look inside the building, so he goes quiet and tries to listen for a response from the Major.

Zor turns to Captasin Shira before replying tot he man in the CS power armor.

"Captain Shira, I want this Dekker found, and we still need to resolve that other matter."

Zor then exsits the building and approaches the captured (or was it stolen?) CS power armor, wavaing the two juggernauts to coem with him as well thinking that he might need a pair of smaller bodyguards.

"Take me to Lord Renford, let us see what is of utmost importance in a twon full of them."

   "Ummm, I said I had the message, but if you'd like to talk to the Lord, I don't mind taking you to him, sir."

   Carver's voice sounds sincere, but electronic as it is transmitted through the external speakers of the GB Killer armour.

Attila marches over to stand next to Zor. Towering over both The Major and The Glitter Boy Killer, Attila glares down at both of them waiting for anyadditional orders.

(he is more than 3 times the size of Zor, and just under twice the size of the GB Killer - standing at 25 feet)
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Khan had not moved since the major arrived. He sits atop his tank like treads at the same massive height as Attila.

Khan turns his head to face Carver as he speaks.

"Very well then let us go somewhere away from eavesdroppers."

   "Yes sir."  Carver responds and follows Zor a short distance so they can speak privately.  Once they are in position, Carver will stand at attention and begin speaking.  "I'm sorry sir, I'm not sure that this really requires privacy, but the Lord Renford of Madtown asked that I advise you that the missile had landed in the river and that no one was injured.  He said that you would know what he meant.  He also asked that I ask you about the explosion in the east part of town.  I'm sorry if this sounds vague sir, but I'm only trying to do as ordered."
   Carver remains at attention, awaiting a response from the Major.

Civilians begin to pour into the basement of the church - guided by several members of the militia.

Osema, Gendun and Reginald will soon be surrounded by people who likely wont appreciate a pack of demons in their hideout bunker.

   Ramenhotep leaves the small ward phrase in place on the steeple of the church tower.  From his perch up there, he looks down at the thronging civilians as they pour into the church and he wonders how many of them he'll be able to save - and how many of those will ever remember what he and the other warriors are doing here to save their town.
   the sphinx neither asks for or requires their gratitude, but it is in these times of tribulation that a person's worth can truly be judged.  Whether they are a simple shopkeeper trying to protect their family in the basement of a church, or a winged creature of magic scrawling mystic symbols everyplace.  Ramenhotep turns his gaze up over the rooftops and leaps into the air in the direction of where he left his developing defense plan...

OOC - Ramenhotep still needs a rather long time to complete all of his wards and I will post a diagram showing how they are laid out when complete.

Zor replies quickly to Carver before returning to the others.

"Very well. You can tell him an appartment was destroyed, and several civilians were killed. This is what they find when they ignore our helping hand."


Upon returning he approaches Farsight,
"Farsight, can you locate where he is now?"
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"Of course Major. The mercenary Dekker is currently inside the Gun Nest in Southern Madtown... there is another with him... they are hiding..."

OOC - The Gun Nest is #34
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   "Thank you sir." Carver responds and waits for the Major to walk away before he takes his own leave from the area.  When he does, he lightly backhands Archangel, who is still standing at his side, in the chest and then points back in the direction where they last saw his majesty, Lord Renford.  Carver once again breaks into a loping run in his power suit, traversing the short distance from here to Renford in a matter of seconds.

"Thank you Farsight. Sheriff, will you join me bring your men. Captain, Lieutenant come along."

Attila and Khan follow along behind, keeping close to The Major as they all move closer to The Gun Nest.

"Roger that Major. Farsight you can come along with my men if you wish. Your abilities are greatly appreciated."

Flat Bullet and his twelve men, along with Farsight follow Major Karno towards the Gun Nest.

Major Karno walks alongside Lieutenant Dyvalis, and Captain Shira. Attila and Khan follow along behind in the street, each a towering twenty five feet tall.

Sheriff Flat Bullet and his 11 men along with Farsight walk on the other side of the street towards the Gun Nest.

A magic pigeon lands on the Major's shoulder.

"Lieutenant, go on up ahead. Inform Silvermasque what we will be doing right behind his men. Tell him to keep an ear open in the event we require his platoon to help. Then return to the Gun Nest."

He calls out over the radio

"Osema where are you? Bring your squad back immediately... I could use your help."

Reginald grins at the thought of slaughtering these villagers they had just offended so, but then the radio call, "Boss, you heard the man, let's see what suicide mission they have for us now... keep the double secret wink ready if you know what I mean." Reginald will head up the steps and back to HQ, following Osema the entire way.

Gendun follows close behind Lord Osema, keeping an eye on Reginald...

"Finally something to do in this shit hole."

Osema laughs at Reginalds joke and gives Gendun a "good-natured" slap across the back that sends him sprawling over some pews and scattering some terrified townsfolk. Looking over at the Syvan they both no doubt burst into laughter. "Klowkuh would have loved to have seen that. Too bad those bitches had to kill him. Speaking of shithole I found one of their holy books in that back room and took a big shit on it. If they order me to clean that up I will mop it up with that priests fucking mouth." Osema makes his way upstream and out of the bunker and then the church paying little heed to those in front of him. "Stand aside you pathetic turds some of us are going to fight the Coalition.!" He bellows. Turning back to Reginald and Gendun he says more quietly. "Or whatever other gofer bullshit they tell us to do."
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The basement of the church is filled with the actinic blue light of a small rift opening at the site of the travel circle.  Silhouetted against the light, Vashti steps through the opening in space, then blinks to clear the glare from his eyes as the rift fades away.

At the looks on the civilians' faces the figure holds up his hands in a placating gesture.  "It's alright folks," he says in a mellow voice, one pair of hands gesturing to the Tolkeen insignia on his BDUs, "Just reinforcements coming from home to back up our boys in blue...or whatever color they're wearing nowadays."  The last said with a self-depreciating grin.

Seeing the other occupants of the basement, though, his voice becomes much colder.  Vashti addresses Osema, his voice frosty, "You, demon, where's your keeper?"

Klowkuh arrives at the Major's group before the others. He says nothing but trails behind waiting for his brethren to catch up.

Osema smiles which is not really such a pretty thing. "He is up your mothers cunt you faggot-ass little cocksucker. Once I pull my fist out you can crawl up in there and have a good talk with him." Osema turns and continues walking out remarking to Reginald as he does. "You know the way they talk to us sometimes is downright degrading. I think we should file a complaint."

REginald laughs, "I bet they don't even think we are smart enough to file a complaint you know... they really don't appreciate us at all do they."

"Stupid demons," Vashti sighs, speaking more to himself than to others at this point, "One should know better than to expect more than violence and vulgarity from their ilk.  Perhaps if they were sentient they'd be good for more than stopping enemy fire.  Still and all..."

"Demon," Vashti again addresses Osema, reaching up"Know your place."  With that the jeridu lays a hand on the brodkil's elbow and moves to step in front of the demonic mercenaries.

Osema yanks his arm out of the way and steps back as if the Jeridu were coming at him with a weapon."I know my place you six-armed sack of shit. Try to touch me again and I will put you in yours." The Brodkil stops and waits almost eagerly to see if the newcomer wants to press the issue.


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20:51, Today: Lord Osema rolled 18 using 1d20+12. dodge.

Reginald feigns disgust at realizing the man had six arms, "And they say I am weird looking... at least I am anatomicaly correct. And, you had no vulgarity out of me friend, so careful not to lump us all together, I don't assume all six armed men are ass-fucks because you are... now do I?"

With a smirk at the brodkil warlord's jerk, Vashti steps neatly into the opening and begins to walk up the stairs, back turned to the mercenaries.

Major Karno, Captain Shira, the two Iron Juggernauts and Klowkuh along with Sheriff Flat Bullet and his crew, plus Farsight arrive outside the Gun Nest at the same time as Osema and his squad arrive after leaving the church. Lieutenant Dyvalis is approaching from 4th platoon's location.

(OOC - you can get as close or as far as you want to the gun shop, let me know that much, and I will inform you all of any details required.)
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Reaching the radio tower Amy is met by a rather grisly scene, and the barrel of a pistol, at least until she can explain that she's looking for the Major and NOT here to continue the job with the second operator.  A few minutes later and shes on her way again to the gun nest.

Running along at for her a light jog Amy rounds the corner to see a rather...impressive display of demonic and military might ahead.  If she hadnt been planning to slow down because of the jumpy attitudes before that sight certainly would have done it.

Her sprint drops to a run and by the time she's half a block away a jog.  Another hundred feet and shes walking from there.  Her suit of white Terrain Hopper PA helping to even out her normally diminunitive frame in hight to the majority of the men ahead.  She keeps her hands away from the rifle slung over her back as she aproaches the last fifty feet or so looking for whomever seems to be most in charge.
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Zor takes care not to have the assembled force approach too closely to the gun nest, and pull the mirror shield off his back to protect him from any blasts directed towards him

“Sheriff Flat Bullet have you men use the nearby building as cover, and surround the building.” Referring to the tavern/gun shop known as the ‘Guns Nest’ Zor then yells out Osema’s name as if the Brodkill was Zor’s pet dog.

“OSEMA!!!!!”

After Osema reports, Zor issues the Brodkill a few orders, trying to make them as simple as possible for an creature, which by all rights should remain chained up until times such as these.

“I want you to go into that tavern” pointing to the Guns Nest as he does so “and capture the two men inside. I want them alive. Understood?” Zor then adds “If they are both alive then your pay will not be docked due to your earlier insubordination and defacing of the town Church. Furthermore after their interrogations are over with you may execute them in any manner you see fit.”

Taking notice of a white Terrain Hopper walking towards them Zor turns back to Sheriff Flat Bullet. “Is that one of your militiamen?”

Vashti emerges from the basement into the nave and looks around.  The only one who appears to be not engaged in harried work is a young woman in form-fitting armor kneeling over a fallen soldier.

Vashti waits until there seems to be a pause in the young woman's work, taking the time to study her more closely.  The "armor" is not, as he had first assumed, a separate suit, rather some effect, be it magical or simply her natural form, has covered her in metal.  Too, the shape of her ears suggests elven heritage.  So it is, then, that when Oksana pauses Vashti speaks in Elven, "Your pardon, young lady, do you know where I might find the commander of the Tolkeen forces here in town?"

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Osema strolls towards the front of the church staring daggers at Vashti as he does. He spares a glance down at the prone bloodied form of Calliandra and smiles a wicked pointy toothed grin. "Ah too bad." , he says in passing kicking one of the front doors open so hard it rattles the hinges. Osema, Reginald and Gendun quickly meet up with Major Karno. The Brodkil Chieftain listens to the majors orders and his smile gets wider by the second. After Karno finsishes Osema is about to say something when he catches sight of Klowkuh in his peripheral vision. The Brodkil is left momentarily speechless and he stands with his mouth slightly agape for a moment.

Only for a moment though. His jaw snaps shut like a trap and his eyes narrow to slits. There is only the slightest bit of tension and bend in his legs to indicate anything is about to happen but by the time that registers the 10ft tall 500lb subdemon has lept across the short distance between himself and Klowkuh. He levels the other Brodkil with a vicious axehandle chop that smashes the cartilage in his nose into pulp. Osema does not stop there or even pause for any explanation. Instead he continues delivering deadly stomps into the downed Klowkuh until he is laying very still. Though fast and brutal anyone who knows real combat can tell that the blows where meant more to inflict painful injury than to kill.

Osema turns back to the Major and says through slightly labored breaths, "Klowkuh will be sitting this one out. We will make sure he is healed and ready to go for our next mission." Shouldering his Starfire Pulse cannon Osema turns invisible and moves towards the entrance. "Follow me!" His disembodied voice calls out to those in his crew able to follow the order.

Gendun watches his lord beat Klowkuh for seemingly no reason at all. He remains quiet and looks between Osema and Klowkuh on the ground several times.

He follows behind Osema to the gun shop looking back to Klowkuh rolling on the ground in pain in a fetal-like position.

"Why did you do that Lord Osema?"

Reginald looks worried, if that is possible, "Boss, Klowkuh ain't himself if you catch my meaning... something is in there..."

Osema tries to speak where only Reginald and Gendun can hear but he is a little to angry to completely subdue his tone."What are you going to start a fucking union now? Because I have half a brain and I am in charge that is why. The minute I have to explain my actions to you is when I am no longer Lord Osema but rather peon Osema. If you dissapear for a few hours without any explanation and then just show up later on thinking everything is going to be fine then I will do the same to you. At the very least I will do the same. I have not yet decided if Klowkuh will pay with his life for his stupidity or not. It all depends on how much he has been compromised. So if you and he have mustered up the testicles required to try and overthrow me or something then I would suggest doing it soon because he may not be around much longer."

Osema stares down Gendun but being invisible it doesn't have the same effect. "Now if your fact-finding mission of stupidity is over get your shit together and turn invisible we have to clear this fucking building. Remember the Major said he wants these shitfucks alive so aim for their weapons and legs. Keep your eyes open for traps and ambush spots. We will try to engage them in close quarters combat as fast as possible. Be stealthy, on the off chance that they cannot even see the invisible this could end quick. Stay spread out, follow my lead." Osema enters the building with his Q-40 assault rifle, held in one massive clawed hand, leading. His TW pulse cannon hangs from a sling on his opposite shoulder near his hip faced forward and ready to fire. He ducks low to fit through the doorway and maintains his crouch as he slowly prowls forward with surprising stealth. Trained eyes scan each room looking for anything out of place as the demonic crew begin their sweep.

"We are not the only ones hunting today it seems. Let them come. Whether from the shadows or straight on they will end up like their stupid dragon friend."
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Reginald grins at Gendun, "Just keep quiet and don't kill yourself." Reginald will move as silently as possible since he cannot become invisible.

Magnet Man eventually tracks the fast moving sphinx down, and levitates himself into the air to meet Ramenhotep, and directs him to a roof top.

"Ramenhotep is the name correct? I come bearing the blood of second platoon. And to request your presence with Lieutenant Lynn."

Reginald's ability to sense impending danger was ringing, but this is what they lived for. He followed behind Osema and Gendun across the street and up towards the front door of the shop. The windows of "The Gun Nest" had been knocked out, and shielded up with suits of body armour hanging from ropes like curtains.

The demons salivated as they approached the store, hoping to find this human mercenary Dekker... one of the guys they picked up with the rest of the prisoners; and whoever else is with them.

Lord Osema places his hand on the door and pushes it open slightly, aiming his rifle to blast anything or anyone he sees inside. Gendun is laughing under his breath as he anticipates tearing the traitors limb from limb.

Osema pushes the door open a little more before hearing a click from the frame above the door on the inside. Reginalds' jaw drops and he nearly pukes as his senses scream at him to flee.

The entire entrance to the store explodes in a ball of fire sending Osema and his squad flying through the air back across the street. All three are momentarily stunned.

Lord Osema lays on his back next to Gendun who landed on his face. Osema's armour is melted and has mostly dropped off. His chest is torn open revealing partially-disintigrated bones and pulsating organs. His gun has fused with his right arm which is missing from the elbow down. His face is half missing, oozing blood and other fluids from every oraface. Osema is awake and has only a few moments before death.

Gendun lays motionless beside him with his back in much the same condition as Osema's chest and face.

Reginald is able to return to his feet after a few seconds mostly unharmed.
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Reginald shakes his head for a few seconds, his ears still ringing from the blast, "Looks like I am the prettiest one now." he remarks loud enough for anyone around to hear. Realizing they are in the open, Reginald raises a few TK force feilds between them and the building, bubble shaped to avoid sniper fire. Reginald then turns his attention to  Osema and Gendun.

The main door to the shop and the surrounding six feet or so were disintigrated, and the area surrounding has collapsed in on itself. The entire front wall of the building is down and exposed save for a few feet on either side, and the roof has collapsed half way to the back of the building. There is no sight of anyone inside...

A terrain hopper is seen approaching from the north west.

The sheriff notices the approaching armour and nods to Major Karno. "Yup, she's one of ours."

Zor surveys the carnage caused by what he assumes to be a booby trap that blows apart Osema and one of his companions. Placing his mirror shield between himself and the building Zor issues a few orders, and nodding in reply to Sheriff Flat Bullet.

“Reginald pull back the wounded.”

“Attila, Khan tear the rest of roof off of that building, and grab anyone you see, if they attack you fall back.”

"Sheriff Flat Bullet, would any of your men volunteer to enter the building as Attila, and Khan tear the roof of that building away?"

The massive Juggernaut looks down at the Major and replies "Right away Major Karno".

He then marches towards the Gun Nest watching carefully for movement inside. He takes the left side and begins tearing off the roof and the side wall.

Khan drives over on his tank-like treads, and begins tearing the roof apart on the other side.

Flat Bullet nods in response to teh Major. "We are ready Major. This is my town, this is what we do."

With that he leads four of his men, all vamguard brawlers, across to the front of the gun nest while the others aim from behind cover.
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As Reginald kneels next to Osema he knows he can save him. He also knows he can only save one of them in time. He chooses againt taking place as Lord of the clan and leaves Gendun to bleed out.

With Osema's natural healing powers along with Reginalds powerful psionic abilities, Lord Osema will be back on his feet in a matter of minutes. Missing an arm however...

Zor flings six lightning bolts from his right hand in quick succession at the entrance to the building, giving the Sheriff and his men some cover fire as they advance.

The lightning bolts tear into the building ahead of The Sheriff and his men. Flat Bullet is first "inside", followed closely by the vanguard brawlers. Several shots are heard from inside before the Sheriff returns to the entrance carrying Dekker by the head and tosses him out into the street. The four Vanguard follow, one of them carrying the body of another human, with no head...

Reginald continues working on Osema, seeing the results become obvious he sits the big brodkil upright, "Nap times over, you need a new arm, and we gotta talk."

Zor walks over to Dekker to see if he still lives, drawing his Battle Fury Blade as precaution.

"Nuh shiiit..." Lord Osema slurrs. Most of the right side of his face has been burnt away and the teeth and jawbone area a broken mess. His eye is a hollow fleshless socket at this point. Holding up the stump of his arm he thrusts it lewdly in the direction of Major Karnos backside and winks at Reggie with his remaining eye. "I kiin gib dem biiithes de ol' stum fuuuck now."

Dekker is still alive and unnarmed. He lifts himself to his knees and is about to stand but remains on his knees as Zor approaches. The sun sets in the distance, laying long, dark shadows across the town.

"Do what you gotta do Major, I wont tell you anything."
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The sheriff walks out of the Gun Nest up behind Dekker and grabs one of his arms.

"Major Karno sir, might I suggest we get this man out of the streets. I have cells at my prison."

Reginald hears the human and his arrogance, "Major, I can make him talk... it will not be pretty and may not follow Tolkeen procedures, but I can make him talk. Then I can make him shit himself, and likely tell me what it tastes like. Half an hour Major. I know you don't like us being here, but I can be of use here. Trust me."

Zor looks at the traitor with his one good eye as Flat Bullet grabs him by the arm.



“Yes let us do that.”

Zor nod his head in reply to Reginald, then makes an offer to Dekker as the Sheriff continues to restrain him.



“You hear that Dekker? We can make you talk but it will be painful. If you talk and tell the truth without coercion then you won’t be killed. But if you resist, I’ll have your mind probed until I know what I want to know, then I’ll give you to Lord Osema so that he may do with you as he pleases. Seeing that he is missing an arm, and most of his face I’m sure he’d love to get his remaining hand on you.”

“Your choice.”

   The sphinx was working on the western edge of town, laying out some wards.  He looked over as Magnet Man approached but continued to work until he was actually standing next to him.  "Ah, thank you sergeant."  He responds to the offer of blood.  "Lynn is wishing to speak with me immediately?  Alright.  I hope there will be time for all of this.  I see you can fly, why don't you lead the way.  I shall follow."
   Ramenhotep waits for Magnet Man to depart before spreading his wings and leaping up into the air.

(OOC - correction : Reginald will need to spend approximately 2 hours on Osema before he is able to leave the rest to his bio-regeneration of 2D6 per hour.)

   "Fine, on my way."  Lotus responds quickly.  She had been hovering high in the air on her hovercycle, trying to glimpse what was going on at the scene of the explosion.  But now she had somewhere to go and so she came back down to street level and drove towards the gun shop, the last known position of Pluto Company's fearless leader.

   Upon her arrival, she'll park the hovercycle and walk up to the Major, if he's not currently occupied.  If he is, then she'll approach Dyvalis.

   Lotus leaves her demon-skull helmet on her head.

Dyvalis actually walks to Lotus and stands in front of her. He looks at her, trying to see her eyes to no avail inside the sockets of her mask. His lip quivers as he is about to speak, but just for a moment as it straightens quickly.

"This will have to be done privately"

Dyvalis awaits the Mystic Knights' response before leading her to a place on the street away from the others.

   Lotus, six inches taller than the temporal mage, looks down at him from behind the demonic visage of her helmet.  Standing there, away from everybody else, makes the size difference even more apparent.  The mask does as much to evoke fear in others as it does to conceal her face.  No one will be reading her lips.
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Sorkhan nods to Major Karno and makes his way to first platoon.
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Slowing down from his "jog", Vashti arrives near the site of the explosion.  He takes a moment to survey the scene, looking both at those who seem to be in charge as well as at the surrounding buildings in case anyone is trying to take advantage of the confusion the explosion would offer.

Approaching Zor Karno, Vashti takes in the major's bearing and demeanor.  He stops about three meters away, standing at attention and, since the officer appears to be occupied with business at the moment, waiting to be acknowledged before interrupting.

Dyvalis nods to Lotus and then walks to meet Vashtii before he interrupts the Major.

"Private Vashtii, welcome to Pluto Company. Colonel Maddox told us you were coming. We understand you served with Lieutenant Xion. You can head to first platoona nd join up with him. See Captain Shira and let him know you have arrived. They are on the north east corner of town - by the graveyard and the crashed bomber..."

   Lotus watches Dyvalis walk away for a moment before she walks briskly over to her hovercycle.  She powers it up and flies away quickly.  She is heading north, toward the ley line...

Vashti turns and salutes Dyvalis.  "Thank you, sir, it's good to be here."  With that the six-armed soldier turns and heads off in the direction indicated.  Though he rides no vehicle he moves as fast as a man mounted on a jetbike.

Amy slowed at the explostion.  Then cautiously she slowly walks the rest of the way.  A bit jumpy and clearly nervous entering what is now clearly not exactly behind the lines.  Her reduced pace allows Vashti to pass her by.  Seeing him speaking with Dyvalis  she regains a bit of her composure.  She walks up behind the Private to stand near his side.  She doesnt exactly come to attention, obviously not having a military background, but she does straighten up.

Waiting until Vashti turns and departs she then speaks up.  "Hello Sir, my name is Amy Weyland-Yutani.  I'm one of the er, citizens of Madtown.  I have a plane, its just outside of town, and I want to help.  The mayor told me I should come report to well, I guess you and ask how best to be put to use."

The elf looks at Amy for a moment before responding.

"Air force is precisely what we need more of. Second Platoon could make use of you. Head south and look for a Lieutenant Lynn. Take care of yourself... she can be rather bitter..."

She looks back, shifting a bit in her armor, faceplate down but still feeling his gaze.  "Yes sir, I'll ah, go look for her now.  Can you tell me how to recognize her?"  She settles down after responding, but theres just somethign about her posture even in the powered armor the makes him want to think feline.

"She is short, and attractive. Until she starts speaking. Look for the lieutenant insignias."

Its almost amusing to watch a suit of power armor emote embarasment but somehow Amy manages to combine that with a desire to be appropriately military at attention.  "What does that look like?  ah, Sir."

Dyvalis points to the insignia's on his shoulder.

"They look almost identical to these ones."

"Thats because your almost half the man she is." Osema says poking fun at the elf for a moment before choking and spitting up a frightening quantity of blood.At least his speech has returned to almost normal with the aid of Reginald who started the healing around the Brodkils head are. Though Reginald is in serious concentration trying to save his life Osema inexplicably smacks the Syvan upside the back of the head. "You do psychic surgery like a little bitch!" He chides before turning his attention to his only remaining Brodkil companion who just minutes before he severely beat. "Klowkuh you fucksack get off your ass and loot Genduns sorry corpse. All my shit got blown up so I will need his stuff. I know you guys were like brothers so if you feel the need to drag his body off and cornhole it or something go right ahead prissy boy."

"Yes yes, I know, at least I am here to keep your ugly ass alive... boss." Reginald wipes the blood from his face and continues to heal the big Brodkil. Reginald pauses briefly, "Osema, I need to speak with you and Klowkuh once we are done here, it is very important."

Klowkuh picks himself up off the ground to his hands and knees, and spits out a wad of reddish-brown slime, and a couple teeth. The massive brodkil groans as he stands to his feet.

Klowkuh then makes his way over to Gendun who is just barely breathing...

Klowkuh covers Gendus' nose and mouth with his hands until he stops moving and then grabs his equipment.

Amy nods her head.  "Thank you, sir"  a pause before she remembers the military likes it's Sir's and then she turns to run to the south in search of the other lieutenant.   Her white armor moving faster than normal despite being sized a bit smaller than most and she is quickly out of sight.

Dekker responds to Karno,

"I will talk to you Major..."

"Can I torture him anyway?"

"At least a nice stump fuck for his trouble." Osema says glaring at Dekker with his remaining good eye. The brodkil chieftain is certainly not trying to play "Good Cop-Bad Cop" for the Majors benefit however it likely does not hurt his cause. Osema regards Klowkuh as he gathers up the equipment then turns his gaze to Reginald and he nods wordlessly. The Brodkils poker-face is gone if he ever even had one. Clearly something is afoot but how anyone could plot after having been blown to smithereens is really quite remarkable.

Reginalds head tilts to the side as he looks towards Osema.

Klowkuh stares down at Osema as Reginald continues to rebuild the bones and organs inside his lord. He then looks back at Gendun and remembers the rest of the pack that has been killed in the last two weeks... Patulik... Lord Montross...

It all made Klowkuh want to kill... something... anything... and soon...

Major Karno and Lieutenant Dyvalis follow Flat Bullet and his squad back to his station and prison.

Attila and Khan follow the Major as usual, leaving the brodkil squad alone in the street outside the Gun Nest as the sun finally sets.

Sergeant Wraith and his squad find places to rest, and the interrogation begins back at the station.

Ramenhotep is still away at Second Platoon.

After just a couple hours Calliandra returns.

With Captain Shira now commanding First Platoon, and Gendun the brodkil dead the platoon roster is:

HQ Platoon

Major Zor Karno
Lieutenant Dyvalis
Sergeant Wraith
Corporal Dragon
Corporal Ghoul
Corporal Banshee
Private O'Hare

Attila
Khan

Ramenhotep
Lord Osema
Reginald
Klowkuh
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Once he is able Lord Osema stands and makes his way into what is left of the Gun Nest or an adjacent building if it is more habitable. "I need a few hours sleep." He grumbles. "Then we will get down to business." He says looking primarily at Reginald. "Klowkuh you guard the front of this building. You can sleep after I wake up if you want." With that Osema finds a nice comfortable piece of floor to curl up on and pass out allowing his body to finish the healing that Reginald started.

The Major and the Sheriff spend little more than an hour with Dekker. Dekker remains in a prison cell and answers questions grudgingly from the two of them.

It becomes apparent that Dekker does not know much, and was simply a mercenary hired by the Coalition quite some time ago, to pose as a prisoner with the others and try to become attached to a military unit once set free.

He was payed very well due to the potential dnager of the mission, but knows nothing more other than he reported to another mercenary named Ike. He was ordered to take out the radar tower at the time he did to make way for an attack.

He did not know what they would be sending however... his job was simply to take out the radar tower and meet up with the other infiltrator. She was a psychic who could become intangible. He believes she was military. She is also the one that lost her ehad in the asault on teh Gun Nest.

Dekker displays no regret, he is a mercenary... this is what they do. He regrets getting caught however...

As for the radar tower itself... none of the platoon commanders sent anyone to the radar tower as ordered by Major Karno... instead... Mayor Bartaine has made it a priority to have two people in their at all times.
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As Calliandra returns she looks down at Osema before he makes his way to the remnants of the Gun Shop.

She stops and stares for a moment before saying : "Ahhh that's too bad...." in the most sarcastic tone she can manage.

Klowkuh nods and follows his Lord to the Gun Shop, then takes his place at guard out front.

"My Lord... I felt... like I was not myself... or more like I was not alone... in my head... but I don't feel that anymore... something was wrong... but I think it is over... Regginald? what is wrong with me?"

The Gargoyle walks to the Gun Nest from 6th Platoon. He nods at Klowkuh then steps past him and walks into the Gun Nest.

"You were possessed Klowkuh." Reginald nods to the approaching creature.
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   "Reggie, this is Lotus."  She calls over the radio built into her helmet.  "I have reason to believe that one of your group was possessed by an entity.  See if you can detect it with psionics.  I am en route with a quick solution."

   The sound of a jetbike builds as Lotus approaches from the north.  She banks and weaves her way through the streets until she has arrived in the vicinity of HQ platoon, near the gun nest.  She parks the bike at the edge of the street, leaves it idling across from the gun nest, dismounts and then vanishes...
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Lord Osema looks up at Nebress. He smiles a truly predatory smile the entire right side of his his jaw that has been burned away adds even more to his already formidable grin. "You honor us brother of trueblood. You are also not stupid. You know what these Tolkeen shitsacks have planned for us. We should stick together." Osema hears the call over the radio and glances at Reginald warily for a moment with hsi good eye before shaking the notion away. "So Klowkuh is clean now Reg? You should still mind bond with him later. First we will see what this foul Mystic Knight cunt has to say. Spread out and keep your heads out of your ass." Osema shrugs his shoulders at the gargoyle and then looks down at the charred stump that was once his arm now mostly missing from the elbow down.

"I might need you to help hold the little bitch down while I stump fuck her." He laughs and begins putting on a mix of what was left of his armor as well as Genduns more or less getting a full suit out of the deal albeit a battered one. "I need to find me a Techno-Wizard cyberdoc that can strap one of those fucking chainsaws they make on here. I got a good trade item. Got it off a dragon who accidently dropped it he was so excited to see me." Osema holds up a TW Draining Blade that looks just like the one that was carried by the Mystic Knight Jack. He makes sure to tuck it away into a large stachel before Lotus gets there.
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"Understood Lord Osema," Reginald will wait for Lotus, and when she arrives, "Klowkuh was, the entity is gone."

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"Osema, something bad is happening, Klowkuh, be ready." Mentally Reginald prepares himself for confrontation, watching and waiting to see what is coming.
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sorry for the confusion... but this thread has not yet reached the morning...

"Reggie scan the gargoyle. If he is possessed just say it out loud." Osemas adjusts the shoulder strap on his rifle his finger slipping into the trigger guard. "On second thought fuck that get the hell out of here Nebress you dont want any part of what is about to happen. Leave now!" The Brodkil chief looks over at Klowkuh. "Klow it is time to get revenge for Gendun. I don't care what that little bitch is here for we are going to slaughter her ass. I want you down the hall where you will have a nice long field of fire. Reggie I want you across from me down the same hall. Hit that bitch with every mindfuck you can come up with to throw her off. Osema uses his stump to pick up his pack by slipping the stub of an arm through one of the straps. His good eye still on the gargoyle he is prepared to open fire on him if he does not leave immediately or at the slightest provocation.

Reginald nods, "Got it boss, you know this is it then right? If we kill her now in town then we are finished..." a sadistic grin crosses his face, "Fight our way out?"

Klowkuh nods to his Lord and moves to the end of the hallway. "I have been waiting for this for a long time Lord Osema. Back when we first ran into Pluto, she shot first... she killed Rex... my only brother in this fucked up world."

Klowkuh drools with anticipation.

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O = Osema
R = Reginald
K = Klowkuh


The slashes at the bottom represent the destroyed walls from the earlier explosion.

There are 2 doors in the hallway. One is next to Reginald, the other is next to Osema.
This message was last edited by the GM at 14:25, Thu 01 Nov 2007.

 "Reggie, this is Lotus."  She calls over the radio built into her helmet.  "I have reason to believe that one of your group was possessed by an entity.  See if you can detect it with psionics.  I am en route with a quick solution."

   The sound of a jetbike builds as Lotus approaches from the north.  She banks and weaves her way through the streets until she has arrived in the vicinity of HQ platoon, near the gun nest.  She parks the bike at the edge of the street, leaves it idling across from the gun nest, dismounts and then vanishes...

Meanwhile...

"Reggie scan the gargoyle. If he is possessed just say it out loud." Osemas adjusts the shoulder strap on his rifle his finger slipping into the trigger guard. "On second thought fuck that get the hell out of here Nebress you dont want any part of what is about to happen. Leave now!" The Brodkil chief looks over at Klowkuh. "Klow it is time to get revenge for Gendun. I don't care what that little bitch is here for we are going to slaughter her ass. I want you down the hall where you will have a nice long field of fire. Reggie I want you across from me down the same hall. Hit that bitch with every mindfuck you can come up with to throw her off. Osema uses his stump to pick up his pack by slipping the stub of an arm through one of the straps. His good eye still on the gargoyle he is prepared to open fire on him if he does not leave immediately or at the slightest provocation.


Nebress nods and follows Osema's direction by leaving. Reginald and the two brodkil move into position waiting for the unsuspecting Mystic Knight...

Suddenly Lotus is seen standing by Osema, her sword already in motion to decapitate him. There is an arrow sticking out of the ground between the two creatures, and another at Reginalds feet. Klowkuh is pounding on the invisible walls of the forcefield he is surrounded in.

10:50, Today: Moloch, on behalf of Reginald, rolled 6 using 1d20. save vs horror factor (Fear Spell).

10:56, Today: Moloch, on behalf of Lord Osema, rolled 17 using 1d20. save vs horror factor (Fear Spell).

Reginald is washed with terror as he watches the Mystic Knight attempt to kill his Lord, and friend. The syvan is unable to move for a moment. He notices the massive adult dragon flying and screeching above him, but he takes little notice of the weak apparition... syvans can spot all illusions instantly after all...

I need initiative roll for Osema. And combat rolls for both of you, in whatever actions you are about to take. Reginald automatically fails initiative.
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"Fuck!!"Reginald shouts as Lotus appears beside his master, Reginald then begins to assault Lotus's mind.

A smile growing on his face the whole time. He begins closing in.

The assault was not unexpected but the sheer speed and proximity at which Lotus appears throws Lord Osema off a little bit. At ten feet tall the comparably diminutive Mystic Knight had to leap into the air to strike at his neck and that may buy him some recovery time if he can survive the first attack. He throws his rifle up in a weak attempt to intercept the sword while simultaneously diving backwards into the hallway. Having let go of the rifle his hand snakes into his satchel and grips the hilt of Jacks Draining Blade before he even hits the ground. Rolling up into a crouch he forcefully pushes magic energy into the weapon causing it to thrum in his grasp.

As Lotus appears, her sword comes quickly crashing down on Osema's neck. He attempts to block it with his stub-arm but falls just an inch short, and her blade slices open his throat, spraying Reginald and the walls with black blood.


Lotus is fast to bring her sword up again and try to chop through Osema's neck this time. Reginald stares in utter terror unable to react, while Osema attempts to leap backwards and draw a weapon.

Lotus' blade barely skims the beasts' throat as he throws himself backwards. He draws a sword from his satchel and rolls back into a crouched, ready-to-pounce position. The sword is fused with energy as Lotus recognizes the blade to be formerly owned by Jack...

Lotus moves to Reginald to slash him across the chest with her sword. Reginald barely moves his rifle to parry in time and takes the slash.  Osema charges the Mystic Knight from behind, hoping to slash her across the back of her left thigh. Lotus brings her sword around behind her but too slow for Lord Osema, and he drags Jacks' Draining Blade across her armour. .

Reginald regains himself and attempts to use his powers against her. First attempt... no effect.

It is at this time that Klowkuh notices the pins from his grenades are scattered all over his boots on the floor. He screams but it is cut short when they all explode, painting the inside of the force field with blood and chunks... slowly running down the walls... into a puddle on the floor.

Lotus is ready to strike again, as is Osema. Reginald is still trying to catch up, but ready nonetheless.

Reginald, frustrated to no end, continues on staying just out of Lotus' range with the sword. "Spill her guts Osema!" Reginald looks more like a cheerleader, a horrendously ugly one, than active participant in the fight at this point.

FYI - 4 seconds have passed since Lotus appeared

   As Osema produces the property of her missing comrade, Lotus recognizes a few things at once.  Aside from knowing where the smug brodkil obtained the weapon, she recognizes that she is not just fighting this battle for money.  These monsters have killed a fellow knight.  She is honourbound to put an end to their existence.  Jack's blood is on all their hands and Lotus will now drown them in their own.
   Lotus holds her katana in her right hand as she unslings her technowizard compound bow in her left.  She slashes again at Reginald, in an opposite diagonal arc from the last strike.  She simultaneously steps to one side, keeping the Syvan on her right and the remaining brodkil on her left.  Her speed appears to be enhanced as she moves much faster than a human should be capable, as does her strength as she wields her weapon as if it had no weight at all.  The mystic knight's armour is yet unscathed, despite being hit once by Osema.  It is likely that she is protected by magic as well.
   "I'm going to mount your fucking skulls on my hoverbike!  Too bad I had to destroy Klowkuh's..."
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Lotus slashes at Reginald again making an X on his armour.  Osema slahses again, down at her left knee. This time Lotus is faster than the brodkil and parries his attack with her bow.

She instantly takes one step towards him, and turns on the other foot to follow up her parry with a slash from her sword. Osema adjusts for having half-an-arm, and leans in to deflect her sword strike with his stubb. Her sword hacks into the stub, and slices off another small chunk, sending it to the floor with a squish.

Reginald tries again to control her body with his mind. This time Lotus feels her legs go cold, and numb. Her sword and bow have already fallen from her grip before she noticed her arms were paralyzed as well. The mystic knight collapses to the ground.
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:35, Sat 03 Nov 2007.

   Lotus collapses onto the floor, her knees bent and her arms spread wide, her helmet falls off in the process.  The trip from battle stance to prone on the ground feels like an eternity.  Lotus makes a moaning sound as she tries to speak but the paralysis prevents it.
This message was last edited by the player at 01:14, Sat 03 Nov 2007.

"The cunt is right Reginald we need to work fast otherwise we are done here. I think we may still be able to turn this in our favor. Armor only do not kill her." Osema says gurgling on his own blood as it pours from his mouth and spurts from his neck. He makes one more vicious chop down at the prone form of Lotus before dropping the draining blade. He clasps his lone hand to his garish neck wound applying pressure to stem the flow of blood in order to give his bio-regenerative properties a chance to work before he bleeds out. He will assist Reginald in busting through the Mystic Knights force field by delivering stomp after vicious stomp in between the Syvans Psi-Sword strikes aiming for the chest.

Reginald simply smiles and nods to Osema.

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   The object in its holster on Lotus' belt which looks suspiciously like a sawed-off shotgun seems to fly out and into the air of its own accord.  It flies, handle-first, towards a position where it can line up both Reginald and Osema at the same time... Lotus tilts her head and smirks at Osema.

"Stupid fucking cunt doesnt want to live." Osema snarls snatching the shotgun out of the air and forcing the barrel away from himself. He will then begin stomping the pretty little Mystic Knights face until her head explodes into a gooey mess.

Reginald watches as the shotguns flies into the air.

PM
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OOC: Reggies face :P  I figure towards the ceiling or wall.

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The "shotgun" fires by itself, spewing a stream of magic-fire into the ceiling. The flames quickly disintigrate the area of ceiling bringing down debris, dust and smoke on the demons. The flames fill the area they are all standing in and the hallway in both directions.

Osema and Reggie take 50 MD to all hit locations. Lotus takes damage to whatever isn't immune to the flames.

The burst is quick, and after the demons regain themselves, and the dust begins to clear, Lotus is gone...

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Osema growls and then laughs which causes more blood to spurt between his fingers. On the off chance Lotus is merely invisible he continues to try and stomp the area where she was laying. He grabs his radio from his satchel. The thing looks like a small toy in his clawed hand. "Major Karno come in. This is Lord Osema in the Gun Nest. We have just been attacked by the Mystic Knight Lotus. She has murdered Klowkuh and seriously injured Reginald and myself. She lured us in under the false pretenses of helping us. You heard her yourself on the radio. She was being aided by someone with the ability to summon and control possessing entities."

Lord Osema looks over at Reginald and the greivously injured Brodkil Chieftain swoons on his feet and props his bulk against a wall with his bloody stub of an arm. "Reginald o'l boy you do not look nearly as injured as I." He then puches the Syvan in the mouth and chuckles up a mouthful of black blood. "There that is much better. You did not happen to bond with her at the last moment did you? It would be nice, I am much better at raping and murdering than I am at being a detective."
This message was last edited by the player at 23:56, Sun 04 Nov 2007.

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Osema replies to Jelme on the radio, "Not when I find the cunt she wont and if you wanna bring your bitchass cocksucking Cyberknight fuckbuddies along with you I can end you too." He grins at Reginald letting him know the punch in the mouth was all in good fun. He collects the things the Mystic Knight left behind including her helmet and flamethrower putting them in his satchel. "Make sure that cunts hoverbike is still out there and serviceable. Drive it around back so we will have a way to escape quickly if need be. I doubt the Cyberknight will show but if we are attacked in force we will need to flee for now. Our crew is depleted beyond the limits that is safe for us amidst this Tolkeen scum. We need to do some serious recruiting or get out altogether.
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Reginald nods,  "Back in a minute boss. I think we will need to have allies, perhaps the gargoyles?"
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"No fuck it. Did you not hear our chickenshit commander? Not only did he try to send us to our deaths now he intends to sell us out. Gather up anythign of worth and lets get out of here. We can take the Mystic Cunts bike. I have an idea." Osema lets go of his throat. Though still badly wounded his remarkable regenerative abilities have closed the wicked gash.


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Reginald grabs up all the gear Lotus left laying when she disappeared, "Let's get the fuck outta here boss. Fuck them and there stupid fucking war."

Osema wastes no time and swings up onto the back of hoverbike riding behind Reginald. He turns around backwards though so they are back to back so that he can shoot at anyone who might think to follow them. "Up to the leyline and as you said the fuck out of here."

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Lotus can hear the hovercycle turn on and blast off towards the north. She doesn't have to see it, she knows they just took off on her bike...

Major Karno hears it and jogs closer to get a look. He can see It as it speeds away. Reginald is driving, Osema is facing backwards...

Calliandra was the first to fall asleep, before the techno wizards and Dyvalis.

Ramenhotep has been with second platoon since 2300.

(It is now 0032 hrs)

Osema and Reginald hop onto Lotus' hovercycle, after gathering all of her gear. Reginald heads north with Osema facing behind, looking for any pursuit.

They leave the gun nest behind and head for the ley line.

Reginald increases throttle and altitude as they attempt their getaway, realizing some type of magic is at work, the farther away they can get the better in his mind anyway.

Almost immediately after, from an area near to the gun nest, bolts of lightning crash into invisible walls behind the two demons. The "shooter" is visible only for a moment and is impossible to identify. They are human-sized, and it is likely not Lotus as she should still be paralyzed.
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Reginald keeps climbing and moving away from the town, as fast as his little hovercycle will go.

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Reginald slams the bike into the tops of one of the buildings as he increases his altitude. Whatever magic has kept him stuck to the bike, is also making it very difficult to maneuver. The syvan can't quite pull it up in time and takes off a massive chunk of ceiling and wall from teh building. The bike takes some damage, and if the two demons were not attached to their spots, they might have lost it right there.

They seem to have escaped the Gun Nest... escaped Lotus... and whomever was blasting lightning bolts at them and sticking them to things.

The sounds of engines of some kind are heard... getting louder until the flying Juggernauts from first platoon are matching altitude from just ovr a thousand feet away. They open fire a moment after.

Obidiah can be seen jogging through the streets, with Van Fanel flying his board directly above the golem. They are approximately 300 feet away.

Reginalds force fields are dropping rapidly... he can't keep this up for long...

OOC : Reginald and Osema now post in 1st Platoons' thread. If any of the remaining 3 PCs want to follow let me know.
This message was last edited by the GM at 17:01, Sat 10 Nov 2007.

Major Karno, Attila and Khan follow along behind the demons through the streets, into 1st platoons' area.

Over the radio to Calliandra and the techno wizards Major Karno yells :

"I want to the rest of HQ platoon on these demons. Do whatever you can to bring them down!"

Wincing, Callie stands from where she had been resting since Oksana's surgery had saved her life and begins to dress in her Triax armor.  The young woman moves gingerly but still her breath catches when plasteel armor rubs over not-yet-healed flesh.

Despite the pain, Callie picks up her rifle and looks around for a ride.  "Anyone have room on a vehicle for one more?  I seem to be having a lot of bad luck with my own lately."

"Come quickly Callie"

The sergeant motions for her to grab a spot on his hoverboard. It is a tight fit, but if she stands behind him and holds on they will both be fine, and Wraith will not be hindered.

The four techno wizards and Callie make their way to the church in pursuit of the traitors : Osema and Reginald.

Dragon and Banshee return with bruises and near-shattered body armour. They are quiet and sullen and it quickly becomes obvious that Wraith and Ghoul are in two of the body bags that are in a small row by the teleporting circle.

Corporal Van Fanel comes with them to give a detailed report ont eh events that took place and to confirm that Osema and his crew were all killed. The heads of Reginald and Nebress are presented to the major.

The night passes quickly and the morning sun calls for more work to be done for the siege that is on its way.

Sergeant Aristotle teleports into town just after the bodies of the fallen are sent out. He spends the briefest of moments taking in his surroundings before lifting his bags and proceeding to HQ.

His only conspicuous piece of equipment is an acoustic guitar slung behind his back (resting next to a plasma ejector of equal size). His eyes are hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.

On finding Major Karno, Aristotle takes off his sunglass, snaps to attention, and delivers a picture-perfect salute. "Sergeant Aristotle reporting for duty, sir!"

Zor returns the newly arrived Sergeants salute, and greets him.
“Welcome to Pluto Company Sergent, I’m assigning you to Headquarters platoon we lost some people while taking care of an internal conflict, several demons could not be trusted and they had a tendency to deface and destroy civilians property more so then was necessary.” Motioning to the nearby heads of a gargolye (Nebress), and a syvan (Reginald) Zor gives Aristotle his first order. Both heads have a moderate number of flies buzzing around them. “Once you’re settled in I would like you to take a few men and place these two heads on separate pikes or poles, I‘ll be writing up a notice to go up with the heads, as a warning for those who wish to kill off their fellow members of Pluto Company.”

The gargoyles head:
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The Syvan’s head:
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Three techno wizards are approaching HQ platoon as ordered by the Major. They are Privates : Specter, Bat, and Deacon. Sergeant Razgriz from 1st Platoon is on his way over as well.
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Specter has a powerful stride, and an aura of strength surrounds him. Both Specter and Bat were members of Wraiths' TW squadron, Deacon has been among Pluto Company since the beginning, and has recently joined the squadron to replace the recently departed.

"Private First Class Specter sir. Reporting in from Third Platoon, we have been re-assigned to your platoon sir?"

Zor looks over at the new arrivals; Lt. Dyvalis was quick about replacing those lost the night before.

“Very well Sergeant Aristotle here probably has something for you to help him with.”

Aristotle lowers his salute and picks up the heads. He hands one to Specter. "Private Specter, take one of your buddies and locate a couple of pikes. Meet me outside of headquarters within an hour."

With a head in one hand, and his bags in the other, he turns back to the major. "What are the bunk arrangements for soldiers here sir?"

Dyvalis gives the Sergeant directions to his lodging. [OOC: Are we staying in people's houses, or how is this working?] "I'm glad you made it as promptly as you did Sergeant."

He then addresses Zor somewhat more privately. "Major, Corporal Fanel and the juggernauts are doing a good job defending our skies. But I think we need to put him to use equipping the rest of our troops. If we can get our people outfitted with Techno-Wizard equipment it might give us an edge against the coming storm. I say we assign Sgt. Wraith's squad to Fanel and get them working, to take their mind off their fallen leader. Their all grease monkeys at their core; putting them in the shop at least for a few hours a day will give them distaction and will benefit the rest of the troops."

Zor nods in agreement with Lt. Dyvalis idea. “Have what’s left of Sgt. Wraith’s squad assigned to Cpl. Fanel on a temporary basis, to create anti-aircraft weaponry. When the CS comes I want each platoon to have its own air support.”

Ramenhotep the Sphinx returns in the morning from a night of work with second platoon.

Specter takes the head of Nebress from Aristotle. He raises an eyebrow and stares down at it.

"It doesn't even look real... I'll see you in an hour sergeant... Bat! come with me."

Callie quickly retired after the events at the church.  Rising in the morning the young woman seems much better off for the sleep.  She still moves stiffly, but the confidence that was missing at the church last night seems to have returned.

In the absence of other orders, Callie begins to work on her gear damaged in the previous days' fighting.  Though the armor is beyond her immediate help there may still be salvage availble from it.  So she finds a relatively clear space near the armor and, tools spread out around her, begins her work.

When the new sergeant shows up at HQ she pauses long enough to give him an appraising look, though whether that has to do with the new arrival's good looks or simply his cybernetic arms is anyone's guess.

Dyvalis returns to Zor after relaying Fanel's orders to Shira. "Now sir, if I could have maybe an hour or so at the Ley Line I can create and fill an Energy Sphere."

Provided he is excused he will visit the ley line.

Calliandra is able to salvage almost everything of value from her damaged armour other than the hull itself.
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Razgriz looks up to Dyvalis "I wish to accompany you Dyvalis. We can combine our efforts with the spheres."
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In an hour, Specter and Bat arrive on time to meet with Aristotle. Bat is carrying two large fence posts, and Specter is still carrying the gargoyle head. They both look to Aristotle for what to do next.

After settling himself into the hotel, which doesn't take long, Aristotle returns to HQ.

He takes one of the posts and looks it over, if he decides that the post is tall enough (and strong enough), he quickly prepares one for a head and places it in the ground.

He directs Specter and Bat to do the same. The posts are placed on either side of the HQ's main entrence (approximately 40ft apart).

Once the task is complete, he places the privates on litter detail (picking up trash) around the area while he enters the HQ. He seeks out the first NCO or officer he can find (looking for the Major if none are around) and asks what he and the men can do to help.
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Hearing that there is an oncoming group possible hostiles on the radio Zor quickly puts on his armor, and weapons.

“Understood Pluto Two, give me a sitrep ASAP.”

"All Pluto elements, do not fire until fired upon.”

“Headquarters Platoon, rally to the command building.”

Once the members of HQ platoon are at the command building Zor issues a few orders.

“If this turns into a fight I know many of you may want to get into the thick of it to see action. But don’t go running off until I give you an order to do so. Most likely I will send you off as messengers or to plug a hole in out lines.”

Dyvalis and Razgriz return to HQ command and await further intel. Upon hearing that Lt. Lynn is going in to talk with them a shivver goes down his spine. He talks aside to the major. "I tell you, that woman is crazy. If she's talking to them we'd better ready ourselves for a fight."
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Calliandra goes quickly to the command building after securing the salvaged components of her downed SAMAS.  Once there she informs the command staff of the recovered items, the missile-deflection system in particular, then settles in to await further directions.

Razgriz stands next to Karno and Dyvalis, clutching his staff with both hands and resting his full weight against it.

"Corporal Banshee, if you could send out runners to the other platoons. We need to be sure they are sending out patrols and we need to be updated on defense plans as well as projected times for completion. Make sure they are sending runners back to us on a regular basis. Once this current matter is resolved of course."
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"My team will take care of it sir" Banshee turns to face her team and begins designating which platoons they will be heading to.

Dragon - 1st
Specter - 2nd
Bat - 3rd
Deacon - 4th
Banshee - 5th

Ramenhotep - 6th

"Calliandra, perhaps you should search the town for another suit of armour. If you can't find anything then I will request that Glitter Boy killer we saw earlier be acquired from that citizen and given to you."

Razgriz looks over the the quiet Major and Lieutenant, and then over to Aristotle.

The Iron Juggernauts stand staring back at the Major watching his every move.

 Zor was not particularly happy to hear that more Brodkil had shown up, but knowing that if this small army attacked Madtown, Pluto Company would be unable to defend MadTown. Of course there was the odd chance that this demon horde would behave itself, and the only way for that to occur was if they stayed out of Madtown itself.

“Understood Pluto Two, on my way, stay where your at.”

Zor then makes his way to his hovercycle intent on meeting the leader of this demon horde.

“Lt. Dyvalis, Sergent Aristotle come with me. Attila and Khan, please come as well””
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A few minutes pass by before the Major and crew make it to the southern edge of town. They can hear the demons cheering and hollering. Once visible, they seem to have made themselves at home. They are unpacking, eating and drinking and having fun. They have moved themselves into the near-by farms and barnsteads. A father, and his 3 kids can be seen on their way to town from the farm... most likely recently evicted...

Lieutenant Lynn is nowhere in site of the demons. Members of 2nd platoon are at their positions along the southern line of town... but no sign of her officers.

As The Major approaches, the demon chieftains stand up and walk out to meet him. One is a brodkil, one a Balrog, and the other is a raksasha.

Lord Choron and Major Karno discuss the Brodkil army and its position. Choron explains they are from a southern fort and dont intend on fighting the CS alone, so have deserted their fort to fight here at Madtown. But he agrees that his demonic horde must stay outside of Madtown and away from the humans, otherwise they will end up killing each other. Lord Choron intends on his men forming a perimeter around Madtown and fighting the first of the Coalition.

Lord Choron also asks to attend any battle planning or meetings with the other officers.

The meeting with the demons is short and the officers return to headquarters.

Calliandra is eventually able to acquire a power armour from Lord Renford of the militia forces. After hours of asking around she finally comes to him, and his old "Death's Head SAMAS". He has had it for ten years, and it unfortunately hasn't been used since. But with some alot of work it could be made into a war machine again. The entire thing needs to be heavily cleaned before it can run at full speeds or fly. One of the maneuvering jets needs to be replaced or rebuilt. The rail gun was stripped of any working parts to keep it safe for the Renford home, where it was on display. The missile launcher is in need of several part replacements as well before it will work. But it is not impossible, it will just take time. Which is one thing that nobody knows how much is left.

Dyvalis and Razgriz eventually make their way to the ley line, the techno wizards head off to help Van in 1st platoon, and Ramenhotep begins his city-perimeter of wards.
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Returning to the HQ, Aristotle sets himself on various equipment maintenance  tasks. He moves with purpose, cleaning and inspecting any lose gear he finds. After a short time, he comes across Calliandra and her new, old, power armor.

"That's quite the rig you got there, private." He wipes a little dust off of one of the suites weapons. "It's pronounced 'Calli-andra', right? Need a hand?"
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"Yep,"" Callie looks up from the half-disassembled remains of the old-style SAMAS suit, then flushes and comes to as much attention as she can under the circumstances, "I mean, 'Yes Sergeant.'"

At a loss for how to continue, she looks back to the pile of technology, "She's a good old suit, Sergeant, or she will be once I get some of the dust and fluff-bunnies out of her and get some patch-boards in."  This last with a gesture encompassing a stack of circuit boards, some looking quite cobbled together.  "If I've got enough time I figure I can have her working better than new."

"At ease. You don't have to stand-to when you're in the middle of a task."

Aristotle smiles. He picks up one of the stray circuit boards and examines it. He rolls it over twice before plugging his pinky finger into one of the universal jacks on the board. The index finger on his right hand elongates, the tip tapering down to a point similar to the head of screwdriver, and with it he begins to adjust the variable resistors on the board.

"If I understand things right, there's not much time. We'd best get to work."

Callie smiles and nods, "Yeah, darn deadboys've got no sense of timing."  She watched as Aristotle's hand changed, "That's pretty handy."

As the young girl talked, she worked.  Though it looked like she was paying more attention to the sergeant than her work, Callie moved through her piles with astonishing quickness, separating the wheat from the chaff.

Callie and Aristotle work on the SAMAS for the remainder of the day, the entire suit could be finished by mid-day tomorrow.


In the morning the platoon gathers for a quick briefing and then they head off to continue work from yesterday.

In the morning the platoon gathers for a briefing before returning to work. Around mid-day another large group of people come into sight from the south. Most are civilians, but there are many warriors with them. At least 2500 in total.

They are met by Major Karno and brought into the city, past the demon horde which has spread out in groups of 4 to create a perimeter around the town. Several are using the outer trenches and foxholes made by the platoons.

The civilians are from the Town of Salvation to the south. They are too close to Madtown to ignore the invasion, so they have come to fight and die alongside Madtown. Approximately 180 militia are joining forces with Pluto Company, splitting into 2 groups of 25, and 5 groups of 26 and splitting up among the platoons.

HQ platoon receives a group of 26 militia men, mostly human mages and riflemen, led by their leader Mukhali, a D'norr Mage.

Mukhali carries himself with pride, like an accomplished officer. He searches out Maor Karno to speak with him about troop placements and discovers he is organizing an officers' meeting shortly. The platoon and militia leaders along with the leader of the demon army all meet at the Theater with Karno and Dyvalis.

When Dyvalis returns from the Ley Line, he is joined by another elf that could be his brother, if not his twin. Though the two dress differently, there are definate similarities. The twin is weakened for the time being -- being plucked out of your dimension will do that. But ever the dimensional traveller, Dyvalis' alter ego, Daemonis, is cooperative. With how much the two have in common, both foreign and native elven Temporal Wizards seem content with the arrangement. With the brutish families they both come from, each one is the brother the other wishes he had.

Daemonis is setup in the Lakeside Hotel where he sleeps for half the day before he is up and getting involved.

The end of the third day is approaching. The sun has set an hour ago now. The clock tower in the middle of the town displays it is 9:04.

Major Karno and Lieutenant Dyvalis are at the meeting in the Grove Lake Theater. Ramenhotep is finishing up his perimeter of magic wards around the town. Calliandra is loading the SAMAS with weapons while Aristotle watches her put the final touches on the old power armour.

Attila and Khan stand guard outside the theater, Banshee and her squad are off helping Van from 1st Platoon. Sergeant Razgriz is nowhere to be found, and Daemonis is trying futily to engage the juggernauts in conversation outside the theater.

They all hear the same transmission over their radios from Ra.

When the meeting is finished, Dyvalis grabs a spare radio from the command centre and sets it to the group's frequency. He then gives it to Daemonis, giving him a brief explaination on how to use it. Following that he makes an all call; "Sergeant Razgriz, report to the theatre at once. Copy?"

Dyvalis tries to fill Daemonis in as best he can, giving him an idea of what to expect.

"Hey, thanks for the help and the company Aristotle.  I think this old bird might just fly."  Covered in grease and flaked-off enamel, Callie looked inordinately pleased with herself.  "Not a moment too soon, it seems." she added as the pronouncement came over the radio.

The young woman climbed into the suit's interior, settling herself as best she could in the worn padding and straps inside.  With a rattle and a hiss the front hatch slid closed around her body, leaving only her head exposed, incongruously small between the intake manifolds on each shoulder.  With a small scowl, Callie nods towards the pile of tools left over from the armor's repair.  "If you don't mind, could you set those goggles around my neck?  I forgot to put them on before getting in here."

The lizard man arrives at the theater a few minutes after Dyvalis' request, responding with a simple "10-4" over the radio. Razgriz stands in the shape of a question mark as he always does, likely unable to stand straight, or at attention when he greets his superior.

Razgriz offers a salute, though he balances himself on his staff with the other hand, and the bulk of his body weight when he does.

"Sergeant Aristotle, I want you to head to 4th platoon and explain briefly how to follow fucking orders to that sack of shit Silvermasque. Keep it brief, and inform him he was ordered to supply constant reports of his fucking progress and I have seen nothing. Get me those reports immediately sergeant, and make sure Silvermasque is not as useless when the fighting starts."

Zor seems genuinely aggrivated. Dealing with mercenaries is always frustrating... bunch of brainless savages...

Aristotle grabs Calliandra's goggles, and pulling forward a small footstool, steps up face to face with the power-armor clad red-headed girl. He places the goggles over her head and smiles before the Major thunders into the room.

The sergeant hops down and calls the room to attention while he snaps a salute.

Once he receives his orders he slings his plasma projector and scoops up his helmet. He looks back at Calliadra, nods, and leaves.

At best possible speed, he makes his way to 4th platoons location.

Callie grinned back at Aristotle and returned his nod with one of her own.  With the goggles securely around her neck, the young mechanic lifted the power armor's helmet and placed it over her head.

The suit walked outside with surprising smoothness, considering the visual condition of the armor, finding a suitable place for takeoff.  The illusion of smoothness was damaged somewhat by the rattle and cough as the large directional jets tried to catch, but eventually they did so.  Callie scowled at some yellow indicators on the helmet's HUD, but all things considered it was a good piece of work.

"Ready to go on your say-so, Major." she said over the suit's external speakers.

"Let us know as soon as you see anything on the radar." He orders Calliandra. Though stoic and composed on the outside, Dyvalis' mind is racing, anticipating how they will hit the city. Between the two sides there would be a lot of dead after this. In his tutellage under a temporal raider known only as Vice, he was exposed to death daily, while he was made to watch his mentor drain his victims of their lives to gorge himself. Ever since, he associates death with food -- and he is hungry.

He licks his lips.

Razgriz asks agin when he sees the Lieutenant ignoring him and licking his lips...

"Sir? What did you need?"

"Hmm?" Dyvalis seemed distracted, as though he had only now noticed the conspicuous lizard man. "Sergeant! Good, you're here. We didn't know where you were. Anyways, get all of HQ's soldiers rounded up and ready. We will dispatch squads and leaders as there is need."

He goes over to meet with Mukhali. "Mukhali. Your men ready?"

"Will do Lieutenant, though I haven't had as much a chance to test out the splicing as I'd like."  Callie's voice was odd coming out of the CS-styled SAMAS.

Callie tapped out the commands on the internal controls she hoped would bring the RADAR and Black Box unit online, humming quietly to herself as she waited for the system to boot.

Mukhali had just ordered a man with what looked like a long-range rifle to a nearby roof top as Dyvalis approached him. He stands at attention and faces the elf.

"Yes sir, we have established fire teams of 5 men to move out on your command."

While waiting for Aristotle to bring back reports Zor walks out into the open and sits down cross legged.

He then begins to invoke a spell from a scroll. He hums and chants for a minute or two before a pulse wave of bluish green energy emanates from Zor that expands to cover HQ Platoons area. Zor then slumps to the ground, unconscious.

Dyvalis hears the missile call. "Have your men ready to put some fire on the incoming volley."

Having missed the radio call regarding the missiles due to the casting of the spell this is the first time Zor hears of incoming. He tries to get up, but at the moment lacks the strength to do so.
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OOC: The part said in the Officer's thread would've taken place before the meeting was dismissed. This thread is the more immediate part with the incoming missiles.

"Guess there's no time like the present to find out."  With a smoothness that belied her armor's earlier rough start, Callie lept into the air and flew towards the oncoming missile swarm.

"Come on, come on," the psi-tech muttered under her breath at the recalcitrant radar, "We need you up and running you piece of crap."  Callie sent a silent mental probe into the device hoping that it was just slow to boot in the new power armor, and not DOA.

A black wall in the night sky approaches the town from the south east...

At the same time huge black storm clouds roll in and blanket the town in pouring rain, and crackling thunder. The storm came in unnaturally quickly...

The black wall moves closer...

Banshee returns with the other techno wizards after working with Van from 1st Platoon on the missile defenses currently in place. They join the rest of HQ Platoon and the Platoon from Salvation under the command of Mukhali. All gathered in or outside of the theater.

Ramenhotep walks up to Dyvalis and nods, his form of a salute most likely. "Sir, I have established my wards around the city, and I will be focusing my efforts on them during the course of the battle. I request permission to find a suitable command center free of distraction."

Callie is finding it very difficult to maneuver inside the winds of the summoned storm over Madtown.


Obidiah Womble from 1st Platoon and Calliandra from HQ Platoon can be seen in the air above Madtown. Obidiah appears responsible for the summoned storm as he continues to manipulate the elements, while Calliandra flies towards the incoming missiles.

The streets of Madtown are soaked in a matter of seconds, and the winds pick up howling between buildings.
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"The dark eleventh hour
Draws on and sees us sold
To every evil power
We fought against of old.
Rebellion, rapine hate
Oppression, wrong and greed
Are loosed to rule our fate,
By England's act and deed.

Buffeted this way and that, Callie did her best to stay on track towards the missiles, seemingly unaware of the words she was speaking as she flew.  Telltale warnings flashed in her display: proximity alarms when downdrafts brought her too near the buildings of Madtown, warnings from where repairs were not as solid as she'd have liked, even the suit diagnostics unsure how to report on the new equipment she'd kobbled on to the old power armor.

"The Faith in which we stand,
The laws we made and guard,
Our honour, lives, and land
Are given for reward
To Murder done by night,
To Treason taught by day,
To folly, sloth, and spite,
And we are thrust away.

Still, for all that the young woman flew her ancient power armor into the teeth of the wind, her senses meshed with the electronic suit provided by the SAMAS reaching out to light up the incoming missiles and, god willing, to deflect them somewhere harmless.  The black wall made her stomach clench and her hands go nearly nerveless, but there was no choice, not really.  People were counting on her, people who were even less able to stand up to the Coalition's might than she.

Over near the southeast part of town about a half mile away from the approaching wall of darkness the swirling winds of the raging storm begin to coalesce into one large super cell that quickly drops four tornadoes. Spaced out about 150ft apart the four deadly funnels travel in a straight line directly into the black wall. A minute after that the weather that seemed to be getting bad begins to increase exponentially. Thankfully for the defenders of Madtown the 100 degree drop in temperature, 100 MPH increase in winds and 120% increase in precipitation are all occuring outside of the perimeter defenses, including most of the lake, in huge 3000ft spheres. These speheres, slightly overlapping one another, begin popping up one after another until the entirety of Madtown is encircled. Directly above Madtown the sky that was already darkening becomes an almost impenetrable curtain of pitch black and the winds swirl around at hurricane velocity. For a few moments Madtown itself no doubt suffers from this wildly unnatural weather phenomenon but then just like in the eye of a hurricane the wind all across the town lessens until it is completely still. The precipition wanes until it is non-existant and the temperature rises up to a comfortable 70 degrees Faherenheit. It is still dark and no doubt noisy inside the peaceful bubble while outside a storm of biblical proportions rages against the oncoming Coalition war machine.

Aristotle returns to HQ as ordered. He nods to the lieutenant as he runs back, stopping only once he's close enough to Attila and Khan to issue their orders.

"Attila and Khan! Your reporting to me for the duration of this battle. Your primary objective from now on is to protect Lieutenant Dyvalis and Major Karno. Should the officers split up, Attila will follow the Lieutenant and Khan will stay with the major.

Start by intercepting any missiles that threaten HQ!"

That done, Aristotle returns to the officers.

"Sirs! If you remain in the open the enemy may begin to target you. It would be safer for you inside."

While there is urgency in his voice, the sergeant appears remarkably calm.

Dyvalis nods back at the Sergeant. "Alright. Grab the body of the major," he says to Khan, pointing at the unconscious body of Karno, simply laying on the ground. "Ramenhotep, you'll come with Attila, Khan and myself. We'll hole up inside --(whatever the HQ building that's not 3 or 5 is)--. I want you nearby Ramenhotep. You're knowledge of the wards will be useful intel to me. Let's move."

With that Dyvalis wastes no time in getting out of the darkening streets. He pauses only for a moment to tell Aristotle "With the major out commission I'm in charge, so I want to know everything -- especially when the missiles are about to hit. Report in regularly. I'm leaving Salvation's men at your disposal. If we need reinforcements, dispatch them. Don't wait for me to say so." Then he heads for his command post.

Daemonis stands awkwardly, uncertain of his position, until Dyvalis waves him over. He then follows to the command post.

With the wind's sudden release, Callie shot ahead before pulling up short just inside the calm zone.  At that limit she flew back and forth, radar reaching into the blackness beyond to try to identify the threat behind it.

OOC - HQ is the Theater. See the Madtown thread for more info.

The missiles break through the massive, black thunderstorms surrounding the town. Several of them are knocked off course and crash into others, but the majority (80%) continue towards the town.

Private Calliandra O'Hare from HQ Platoon meets them at the edge of the calm and activates her scrambling pack.

Hundreds of missiles are out of her range, however she manages to scramble and redirect many more of the missiles into each other, or to fall short of their targets and land just outside of town. Calliandra also has activated an uplink ability. If you have can accept it, you receive 'data' from her observation point. (+1 to initiative and dodge)

Calliandra herself is forced to dodge incoming missiles as she has placed herself directly in the way of a cloud of them.


The missiles (75%) that make it through blanket the town in fire...

As the cloud of missiles broke through into the light, Callie did her best to redirect as many as possible.  Unfortunately, one jamming unit was simply not enough to make a large dent in the oncoming horde.  Though many missiles fell or crashed into each other, many more passed beyond the madly weaving SAMAS.  Still, too, there were those that looked likely to pass through, or at least run into, the young woman's power armor.

Aristotle is in the midst of getting a headcount of the Salvation militia assigned to HQ when the missiles brake through the defenses.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN!" He yells as he drops to a prone position, pulling the nearest militiaman down with him.

HQ Platoon hugs the ground, along with Mukhali and a platoon of Salvation Militia. Major Karno, and Lieutenant Dyvalis are inside the theater when the missiles land.

At least three crash into the lakeside hotel (#6) destroying a large portion of the front right corner and shattering all of the windows. The others blow gaping holes in the face of the building. Entire rooms are vaporized, yet the building stands.

The theater is hit with two. Every window is shattered, but the building holds strong. The Grovelake Appartments (#7) is hit at its' base, and on the top(6th floor). Civilians are blown out in pieces and in flames. A mother screams for her vaporized children. A man with out legs slowly drags his torso towards Aristotles' position on the street. A missile lands among the Salvation army. At least three men are disintigrated, and several others are sent hurling through the air, and others set ablaze.

Renford Manner (#3) is protected by an invisible forcefield of some sort. The building takes no damage. The civilian homes south of the Mansion are peppered with missiles however, and several of them collapse sending a dozen people scattering into the streets facing what they denied this entire time. The battle has been going on for exactly three seconds and they had already lost everything.

A family and two men run towards Aristotle and the other members of HQ screaming for help...

The rest of the town is hit just as bad.... and this is just the beginning...

Calliandra manages to dodge the missiles in her path and can only turn to watch as they land.
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"No!"  Callie cried as the wave of missiles flashed by.  Almost unconscious to the effort, she kept her power armor aloft despite the dozens upon dozens of explosions below.  She could only watch helplessly as the carnage unfolded below, a prayer, unheard, slipping from her lips.

Aristotle is back on his feet before the debris from nearby explosions is finished falling. His voice is loud, authoritative, and resonates through the area like a tenor in an opera house.

"Mukhali take your men and begin setting up a hasty defensive perimeter around the theater. Medics get up and get to work!" He reaches down and hauls the militiaman he dragged down earlier back up to his feet. He points the man in the direction of the incoming civilians. "Go find out what those people want!"

He walks over to the legless man and draws his ion pistol and radio. He sets the radio to the HQ frequency, and brings it up to his mouth. "Sgt. Aristotle to Lt. Dyvalis, report extensive damage across the city. Civilian and military causalities significant, anticipate much greater casualty count as time passes. Request permission to direct civilians into nearby hard points, such as the theater. Over."

PM
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Mukhali stands up and looks to Aristotle "You want us to line up around a building?! my men need cover sergeant!"

Aristotle turns, his face is emotionless. "A hasty perimeter includes the use of cover. It is a simple concept, but I will elaborate for you: Your men with anti-aircraft capabilities should set up in a rough triangle pattern around the theater in nearby buildings. The higher they can get, the better. You should place men with defense and support abilities with them, but not so many that it hampers their mobility.
Place your remaining troops in covered positions guarding the streets leading from the front lines.
All of your men, while they wait for the next attack, should be digging in: collecting debris for cover or literally digging holes. None of them should get comfortable, as they will be reinforcing the line when casualties mount.

As militia leader you should have understood the basic concept of a defensive perimeter. I will not make the mistake of overestimating you again.

Now get to it!"

Dyvalis' composed demeanor became more and more frantic as he waited for the missiles to land. When he finally gets the report and sees the explosions all over town he seems to snap.

HQ Radio Frequency: "Fuck Hades! I need to know about these things BEFORE they happen!! I need reports up to the second people!!"

Pluto Frequency: "Radar: I need to be able to imagine your screen; give me details! All platoons report your casualties; how many injured, how many dead? The town hall clinic is at the disposal of Tolkeen regulars, mercenaries, militia, as well as Salvations men and fighters from Madtown. Not civilians. Any displaced civilians should be directed to the Lakeside Theatre where they can establish their own triage."

"I want everyone to hold position. Dig yourselves in. We wait this out."

He turns to the Daemonis and Ramenhotep. "Lock and barracade this area. We want to keep people isolated in lobby and theatre. We can't have them right outside our door."

Something about Dyvalis' frantic tone seemed to ground Callie, to bring her focus away from her grief and shock and back to the task at hand.  "Lieutenant," she beamed on the private HQ platoon channel, "You should have been getting up to the second telemetry information from me, including targeting data." her voice is calm and controlled, "If there's something specific you want tracked, I need you to tell me though.  I can only juggle about 150 targets at a time, and when there's hundreds of incomings it's all I can do to jam what I can."

HQ Frequency: "Understood Private. The fucking box wasn't working. It's back on now though."

OOC: I assume HQ has some sort of link to Callie's radar then?

"On it." Callie said to herself as the latest report came in.  Within the calm zone around Madtown it was almost embarrassingly easy to stay aloft, the young woman felt a stab of momentary guilt for the relative peace of the skies compared to the chaos below her.  That thought was quickly quashed, however.  Linked as she was with the power armor, it was almost as if her own senses were reaching out to the oncoming wave of death.  She did her best to confound the missiles while a separate part of her mind worked to unlock the communications frequencies being used by the oncoming Coalition forces or, if she could not unlock them to at least isolate the signals so her jamming suite could scramble that as well.

Dyvalis can watch the massive volley of missiles come closer as Calliandra transmits the data from high in the sky. Mukhali has The Salvation Army platoon take cover in the surrounding buildings, and most of HQ platoon gathers inside the theater, while the officers are inside the cash office of the building.

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 theater is hit again, but holds strong after a violent shake.

The residential areas 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.
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Bat stares up into the sky looking for a third wave of missiles. "There is nothing we can do... but watch them fall..."

Callie did her best to stop the next incoming wave, biting her lip to hold back her anger and despair that so many missiles were coming through despite her best efforts.  Still, she did what she could, that's all anyone could do, right?  The CS couldn't possibly keep up this level of bombardment for much longer.  At least, that's what the young woman hoped as she pushed her old SAMAS suit through another set of punishing turns to avoid the second wave of missiles.

The legless man whimpers and shakes at Aristotlee's feet bleeding out into the street. Aristotle stares down at him for a few moments, before smoothly lifting his pistol from its holdster, shooting the man in the head, and places it back in its place all in one fluid motion.

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 six soldiers are vaporized when they land.

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

Entire sections of the theater cave in with a large piece of the roof (10ft x 12ft) landing on Razgriz, and showering the rest of the platoon in chunks of cement, and dust. Attila and Khan are relenless in their anit-missile defense, but they cannot stop them all. Dyval;is remains inside the cash office with an unconcious Major Karno and Ramenhotep.

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.
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After the third volley, the Theatre taking a lot of damage, and still no end in sight to the bombardments, Dyvalis has gone quiet. He leans against a wall, constantly checking his watch and the radar-feed. His face shows that there are gears at work in his head, but what he's thinking about he does not make clear.

Daemonis is getting extremely worried. The shock of being conjured into this new dimension only to be thrown into the middle of a relentless barrage of missiles in a world he had only heard stories about has got him more than a little antsy (especially considering that until today he had not been in any kind of conflict for weeks, and he was growing comfortable).

"You better not have summoned me here to die with the rest of your fucking grunts," he says in Elven/Dragonese. Even if one didn't understand the language, the harsh, gutteral pronounceation of the Dragonese cursing speaks louder than words.