"Come with me then Innocence. We will get everybody out of the Marina then start going to their homes."

"I will come with you Bathory. I am a respected member of their community My presence may help get them to the shelters."

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.  Accelerating through the streets, Carver doesn't even have time to reach full speed before skidding to a stop like a hockey player on skates.

   Inside the armour, Carver flicks the switch to activate the loudspeaker.  "Alright all you backstabbers!  You all wanted to know what I used to do before I came to Madtown?  Well this is pretty much it!  We've got incoming missiles and they can only be stopped by blasting them out of the sky.  Anyone with a burner, stay here.  Anyone without, find a place to hide!"

   Carver takes up a stance in the middle of the street, facing the direction of the incoming assault.  He reviews the data uplink from Calliandra's suit and relays how long they've got until the missiles impact to the untrained assholes who are likely making a dozen puddles of urine all around him right now.  "When the missiles are in range, just let loose."

   Carver himself will arm his mini-missiles and is ready to launch them.  He hopes his performance for the masses just now sounded sincere...

"Go now people into hiding, get into basements cast spells of armour anything, do it now!"

Lord Renford turns to watch the missiles come in.

Lady Blue Stream turns to face the sounds of the missiles in these last few moments before they hit.

"Go!Find cover now!" She shouts to Bathory and Innocence from their position near the marina.

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.

   Carver launches missiles and fires dual blasts from his plasma and ion cannons at any missiles coming within range.  He doesn't just target the ones coming in his direction, but anything passing overhead as well.  He also strafes left and right in order to shoot around a couple of the buildings blocking his view.  He does his best not to trample any civilians in his fourteen foot suit of armour, but his attention is certainly focused skyward, and on his uplink to Calliandra's Wild Weasel.

Renford walks up to Carver and Archangel.

"I believe it is over... for now. Some of these people will be scared... I will take care of that. Head back to the Major and let him know the missile landed in the river, and nobody was hurt. Ask him about the explosion in the east part of town was as well."

   "Whoa, I think that there is more words than you've said to me since I moved into your neighbourhood.  Well, I'm sure glad you got out of your silk fuckin' sheets this mornin' to help keep the goddamn people from bein' scared.  Yeah man, you keep talkin'.  Everyone should have at least one thing they're good at."
   Carver then pats Archangel on the shoulder and directs his suit of power armour into a jog in the direction "ordered" by Lord Renford.  Carver doesn't have a problem with authority, if he thinks they know what they're doing.  If someone without experience in military leadership starts telling him what's what, that's when his nerves start to get a little twitchy.
   Carver breaks into a run through the Madtown streets to get to Major Karno.

As the two bicker an old battered utility truck full of the crops of her field comes to a tire peeling stop as it turns the corner to confront Carvers gleaming power armor running down the street towering above it.  The small truck familiar to those of madtown belongs to Amy, a DB some sort of mutant cheetah who joined the town several years back and works as a mechanic, farming to make ends meet in between jobs.  She herself is in the drivers seat, wearing her white suit of Terrain Hopper PA she fixed up to fit her normally small frame making her just the right size to sit in the drivers seat.  She blinks looking up up up.  "Wow..."
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Renford watches Amy approach as the other members of the militia gather around. Some militia are clearing houses of civilians, some are refitting the fishing boats for war, and the rest are gathered here.

"Ah, Yutani... greetings. Are you coming to help? or leaving town?"

"Ah, Coming to help." She still seems a bit distracted by Carver continuing away, clearly impressed by the sight.  "I thought I would try to get my crop in before the fields burned.  Um, I was also thinking my old crop duster might be able to help a bit, it is armed, but I wasnt sure who I should talk with to make sure I'm not shot down by our own guys, and to know what I should do with this." Gesturing to the bed of her truck, which on second glance seems to be only half filled with food, the rest with a few boxes, their contents most likely her few prized posessions or valuebles.

"I'm sure we will find a use for it all Amy, thank you. I would imagine the Major could have a great use for you and your piloting abilities. In the meantime if you could lend any help on fortifying our quadrant of the town it would be greatly appreciated."

Renford begins directing a few of the militia to set up defenses, and clear out civilians to the church bunker.
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Lady Renford stands proud at her husbands' side, watching the town turn into a fortress. She nods to him and walks to meet a large group of civilians being escorted by Bathory and her daughter Innocence, along with Lady Blue Stream.

Lady Renford joins them to help guide them to the church.

The lanotaur stands motionless at his Lords' side. His face remains staring out towards the lake, but his eyes are studying Amy as she stands in front of Zaneer and Lord Renford.

"Perhaps she will be able to provide cover for Lady Bluestream when the siege begins. She will need cover."
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Amy frowns slightly at Renford.  "I'm sorry maybe I wasnt entirely clear, I need someplace to put this now and get back to my plane before something happens to it.  I don't want to risk it being lost because I didn't get back in time."  She seems a little bit impatient as she stands looking at him.  "If you don't have a spot for it let me know and I'll find someone who does."

Renford tilts her head as Amy clarifies.

"Very well, go find a place to store it."
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Almost rolling her eyes at the Lady Renford's wisdom, just restraining herself because upsetting her would not be a bright idea she climbs back into her truck and heads for the church at near breakneck speeds.  Pulling to a stop out front she climbs out and heads inside looking for volunteers to help unload it.  After getting a few volunteers and almost as importaintly a friend to look after her personal belongings, not to mention moving her truck to an out of the way spot she starts asking around to find out where the Mayor is bunking down.

Giving a wave and her best wishes to them she takes off at a run heading back after Carver and his most impressive suit of power armor on her way to meet with the Mayor.

   Carver returns to the vicinity of the militia and he spots Renford from down the street.  He slows his approach and just walks the rest of the distance.  Carver interrupts Renford who was talking to some other townsman, and relays his message from the Major.  "Renford, Major says an appartment was destroyed, and several were mortally wounded inside.  He also said that if you didn't ignore him so much that it wouldn't have been as bad.  Personally though, I think ignorance suits you."

Reaching the Lake Amy slows her run to get more specific dirrections, asking each person she comes by where she can find the Mayor and heading in the dirrection they point untill she reaches him.  "Mayor, I've got my crops in, I dropped them off at the church, but I was hoping you would know what to do with me now.  I've got a fighter out on my farm.  Its combat ready now but, well I'm not sure the best way to use it to protect the city, and dont want to get shot down by our side.  Who do you think I should talk with?"

"Amy... perhaps you should bring it to the Major's attention. I am sure he would make use of your fighter in his air force squads. Last I heard he was at the clock tower dealing with an internal issue."
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She gives Bartaine a grateful smile, glad that at least he seems to have an idea how to protect the town.  "You've got it.  Thanks, I just hope I don't get shot on the way." She offers him a wink and takes off sprinting down the street towards the clock tower.  Slowing up as she gets closer, joke or not she wouldnt want to startle anyone into shooting her as she arrives.

"Carver? Why don't you head to meet with Pluto's 1st platoon. They could probably use you in their salvage of the downed aircraft."

   "Sounds better than being your messenger boy."  Carver responds and then turns to join up with 1st platoon.  He waves for Archangel to follow and then jogs off in the direction Reford indicated.  Once he's out of sight from the presumptious wealthy man, Carver slows to a walking pace in order to talk with Archangel privately.

   "Alright, here's the plan boyo.  We keep up the act, like a couple of good soldiers.  We follow orders and do the job, but we're stickin' together.  I don't give a fuck if they try to separate us, okay?  I ain't heard my house blow up yet, so I guess they haven't had anyone over there.  Just as well I suppose, be much better if the firebomb takes out some skullhead.  There will be less questions that way.  Anyway, c'mon."

   Carver walks faster, but doesn't bother running to the area of 1st platoon.