"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...