The caravan makes its' way past the bodies left over from a battle. A few dozen Tolkeen dead lay scattered about a field with plasma burns and other Coalition trademark chaos. Most of the bodies are partially eaten by whatever scavengers Cannon Fodder had mentioned over the radio. It is a gruesome sight...

Fortunately it was a 60 foot adarok at point, for if it had been others, the scavengers may have attacked instead of flee...

Pluto Company arrives at Mad Town on schedule without any further incident. 4th platoon is spotted in small groups of 3 patrolling the perimiter.

Inside the town Captain Shira is standing among a few other members of 4th Platoon and several otehr well-dressed individuals - likely the leadership of the town - along with a grackle tooth and a handful of gunfighters and other combatants - likely the local law enforcement.
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After a runner from 4th Platoon leads him to Captain Shira, Zor is prepared to meet the town’s leaders and give them some bad news…

“Mad Town is now under the authority of Tolkeen military, all towns people are to stay within the limits of the observation posts my people are setting up as we speak. Farmers will be allowed to stay on their farms.”

“Anyone caught attempting to leave Madtown without good reason will be detained for the duration of our stay. My troops have orders to protect themselves if attacked or those wo resist being detained, and use deadly force if need be.”

Zor then waited for the ‘ball to drop’, so to speak as he just formally placed Madtown under martial law.
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The mayor stands stall with his hands in his pockets. He looks to his companions before responding to the Major "Surely we can discuss these matters in a more private location Major...? Come let us chat at my building."

if all parties are willing Bartaine will lead the officers of Pluto Company to Town Hall for a meeting along with the Sherrif and a few others from Madtown.

The rest of the company is left to map the town, and begin a defense strategy.

Zor simply nods his head in reply to the mayor, having a feeling that he probably didn’t like his last statement. With that he follows the Mayor, and makes an announcement on the radio.

~Go ahead Photios"~

~“I want all officers to meet me at the town hall.”~

Obidiah stops digging and climbs up out of the large hole he has made. The large golem looks as if he should be a lumbering behemoth but he moves in a surprisingly swift and agile despite his great bulk. After arriving at the church he stands back trying to remain unobtrusive.

Callie lands with barely a wobble, she seems to be getting the hang of her new armor.  It's not, and can't ever be, Bernie but there'd be plenty of time to find a proper replacement for that old light robot once the war was over.  "Besides," she says, not really aware she's speaking out loud, "there should be lots of good CS tech laying around once we kick their tails from here to Chi-Town."

Cannon Fodder lumbers over towards the church and finds a space he can stand in while being out of the way, well as out of the way something his size can be.

Lord Osema with the rest of the "crew" in tow saunters over towards the church. Spying a smattering of townsfolk huddled together watching the gathering he turns abruptly on them and exposes his battered and swollen genitalia. He makes lewd gestures and comments as they disperse. Stepping up to the front of the church he mimicks the sign of the cross and then urinates all over the front doors.

The Adarok watches the brodkil... "Disgusting"

As Osema passes the townsfolk gathered one group of them, perhaps 20 to 30 of them are obviously hardened, confidant people, armed like soldiers. At their lead is the Sheriff. He stands at eye level to Osema, while chewing on some sort of oversized meat jerky. To the sheriffs' right, stands Lord Renford - now suited up in his Tolkeen-colored suit of Lord Magus Armour. To his left is a muscular mutant cat, likely from the labs of the Coalition. The Cat Woman radiates power and intimidation just in her stance and stare. Definitely an impressive, although small number of militia soldiers.

"You put that shit away boy, else I'll blow it off."

The Captain leads 4th platoon to the church, then walks up the church steps to stand at the majors' side while the rest of the company come in.

Reginald looks at the sheriff and smiles his horrid smile, "Hold your tongue and mind your business civilian."

"technically it is his business, public property and all..."

Reginald doesn't turn immediately to face Cannon, simply aiming an arm in his direction and extending his middle finger. Then slowly he turns, "Look big guy, I am sure Tolkeen isn't paying you to hold the sheriffs hand, so guy find your Lt. and piss off, before something bad happens."

The entire company eventually makes their way to the area in front of the church. Major Karno and Captain Shira stand at the stairs looking down on everybody else. The lieutenants are in front of the masses, right at the bottom of the steps, as they know they cannot afford to miss anything being said.

The Major appears as though he is about to speak, but instead he hesitates and looks over his men again.

"Where is Sergeant Jack?"

After hearing no reply for a few seconds Zor repeats the question regarding Jack.

"Where is Sergeant Jack?"
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"Probably at the local schoolhouse educating the kiddies on the finer points of cornholing."

Cannon Fodder shrugs
"Haven't seen him, Sir"

"Heh, heh... yeah... cornholing... heh heh..."

'Masque is standing off to one side during most of these proceedings, being rather more involved in the smaller briefing of third platoon with Xion and Drake than most, since the oversized cyborg actually has the training and experience to offer opinions and then, if given the nod, to turn some of them into reality.

 Since things are more than a little chaotic however, he's happy enough to turn to when the main event begins, sighing a heavy, electronic sigh at the antics of the demon force (and musing idly over how entertaining it would have been to run a few terawatts of electricity through the door at the most inconvenient possible time - which if it had been a Christian church he'd probably have done).

Portia arrives shortly after finishing her conversation with Dyvalis. With the exception of slightly flushed cheeks she looks much the same as she normally does. She moves over to where most of Secon Platoon seems to be gathered and waits to hear what is going on.

The massive thornhead demon looks to Portia as she arrives, and bows slightly.

"Welcome master... the major is about to begin..."

As more people file in, The sheriffs' militia is growing in size. They arrive in small groups, armed and seemingly ready for conflict. The militia has swelled to 50-60 mostly human, but many are greot, D'Norr, grackle teeth and other warrior type d-bees common to the area.

Several Noli Bushmen push their way through the crowd followed by a small army (approximately 40) of large d-bees and psi-stalkers. One of the Noli, an older one steps forward to speak.

"We are from Boone's farm. We aren't leaving without a fight... so we figure we may as well join the lot of you and do this thing right."

"Glad to have you aboard. There is no time left to wonder if they are coming... it is a countdown now..."

The mayor walks up the church steps to join Shira and Karno at the top. He nods to both of them, and says "I have something to say once you are finished Major."

"Let's get on with this meeting! They will invade before we are finished!"

Red Talon and Thresha laugh among themselves.

Oksana arrives alongside Calliandra, landing thirty or so feet away from anyone to avoid hitting innocent bystanders with her wings.  She steps out of the two-inch-deep foot prints she made in the asphalt and walks over to her SAMAS-pilotting friend.  Her intricate wings of metal once again retract themselves to a more manageable size on her back.  The silver-skinned mutant gasps with disgust at the actions of Osema and the other demons and she looks arounnd for any sign that someone is going to do something about it.  Seeing no one lifting a finger, she calms slightly, understanding that this is somehow tolerated behaviour.
   "Why oh why do they work with those monsters?!" Oksana whispers to Callie beside her.  "They're worse than the fucking skullheads..."
   Oksana doesn't take any action except to sneer in anger and disgust at the demons from a long distance across the gathering in front of the church.  "I've never tested my metal skin against demons before..."
   When it is mentioned that Jack is missing, Oksana looks all around the gathered troops as most everyone else would be doing as well.  She doesn't see him anywhere and Oksana starts to get a little anxious.  "What could have happened to him?" Oksana asks aloud.

Lotus was standing around casually at the gathering until Karno mentioned Jack was missing.  It was at this point that she too looked arounnd for him, but only briefly.  Of course she wouldn't see him if no one else could.  But she already had her suspicions.  She maneuvered herself to stand not so far away from Osema and his troupe of hellspawn and in a position to block at least one route of escape from the front of the church.  Lotus already has a hand resting on the hilt of the sword sheathed on her back and another hand on the handle of the techno-wizard flame thrower on her belt.  "If Jack is missing then these demons are the prime suspects.  I request that they be disarmed and taken into custody immediately!!"  Lotus screams loud enough for all to hear, but she holds back any attack, waiting for authorization from a superior.  She is not innsubordinate, although she can be provocative.

Xion watches cautiously as the events begin to unfold, he too has his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw demon blood if need be.

With slow deliberation the two-tonne mass of 'Masque moves out of his position flanking the crowd, rather pointedly not drawing oversized vibro-blades or grenade launchers as he goes, and without popping the weapon hatches that keep his particle beams or elctro-stun tentacles from being all clogged up with dirt when he dives for cover.

 Instead he simply nods to Xion as though for permission and advances on the demonic brood, pausing downwind of them a little to tilt his head and study each in turn, "Is being no cause to be getting excited." he declares, in tones deep and resonant enough to cut through shrieking and shouting, courtesy of one hell of a set of cybernetic speakers, "Let us be seeing if there is scent of blood before we are convening lynch mob, da?" he asks - plainly prepared to do the NCO thing of keeping trouble from exploding out of hand so that the officers don't have to get their hands all grubby, so long as he can do it without exceeding his authority.

 ---

 Well, I knew that molecular analyser would be useful for something. I'll fire it up to track for blood traces, starting with human (after all, I don't know Jack wasn't) and widening the search. I figure if they just brutalised someone and didn't bathe properly, I should be able to work it out from a couple of yards away.

Reggie shakes his head, "Always the fucking demons, blame the demons, the demons must've done it. Why do you humans always assume the worst. I think it far more likely that your precious Jack is off servicing some of the Coalitions new recruits... he was a bit of a dandy wasn't he?" Reginald smiles his awful smile at Lotus as he speaks.

"I often am considered to have done something that I had nothing to do with due to my appearance, still I think in this case it is based on BEHAVIOR and not asthetic reasons."

Reggie laughs at the mountainous creature, "Aesthetics? Are you saying I am visually unappealing you overgrown rock?"

"no comment"

"Actually you are looking like nine pounds of shit in six-pound bag, but this, I am thinking is not precisely being good evidence, otherwise half of platoon is guilty of something." remarks 'Masque with typically good cheer and a remarkable lack of heat, all things being considered.

 It's the sort of comment someone can choose to take badly of course, but that's entirely up to them... It's not meant badly, and that's the important thing... right?

"how would 9 pounds of fecal matter fit in a bag with a capacity of 6 pounds?"

"The bag would bust you fucking idiot. That's the point of the joke. Fuck..." turning to face Masque, "Clever... I will have to keep an eye on you..."

Responding to Silvermasque

"So let me get this straight... you are going to try to track down blood in the middle of a war zone? I assure you it wont be very hard to find..."

Her gaze fixed on Osema, keeping the other demons in her peripheral, Lotus curses at Mephisto. "Fuck-you!  Let the tiger work his cyber-magic.  You would do well to get a spell ready to control the demons instead of running your mouth, shifter."

Zor was glad that the militia had grown in size; unfortunately he knew that many of them would be dead by the end of the upcoming battle. Additionally he wasn’t glad that Jack was missing and that in usual fashion it was causing a rift in the company.

Zor then lightly claps his hands which results in all those present to hear a loud CRACK of thunder.

Once he has everyone’s attention Zor begins. "ALL of you be quiet!"

"We're not here to witness any petty bickering simply because one member of the company is not present."

"I’ve decided to reform Pluto Company in the following manner; some of you are being promoted, others may feel like they are being demoted. Save your complaints until after this meeting is adjourned."

Zor then reads off the new platoon assignments.


HQ Platoon
Commanding Officer,  Major Zor Karno (PC)
Executive Officer, Captain Shira (NPC)
Adjutant (paper work bitch), Lieutenant Dyvalis (PC)
1st Sgt. Jack (NPC)
Ramenhotep (PC)
Pvt. Calliandra O'Hare (PC w/Wild Weseal SAMAS)
Attila (HQ security) (NPC)
Khan (HQ security) (NPC)

Flight Three (HQ plt)
Sgt. Wraith (NPC)
Cpl. Ghoul (NPC)
Cpl. Dragon (NPC)
Cpl. Banshee (NPC)


Brodkill Squad (HQ plt)
Lord Osema (PC)
Gendun (NPC)
Klowkuh (NPC)
Reginald (PC)


1st Platoon Tolkeen Regulars
Lieutenant Tyirrak (PC)
1st Lieutenant Xion (PC)
          Ret'La (NPC) – daemonix
          Jess'Voruk (NPC) - daemonix
Sgt. Razgriz (PC)
Sgt. Braga (NPC)
Pvt. Obidiah (PC)

Flight One (1st plt)
Corporal Van Fanel (PC)
          Set (Juggernaut) NPC
          Annubis (Juggernaut) NPC
          Isis (Juggernaut) NPC


2nd Platoon Tolkeen Regulars
1st Lieutenant Portia Lynn (PC)
          Burd (NPC)
          Severin (PC)
Sgt. Magnet Man (NPC)
Cpl. Kamada (NPC)
Private Karnon (PC)


Flight Two (2nd plt)
Pvt. Oksana (PC)
          Ra (Juggernaut) NPC
          Sekhmet (Juggernaut) NPC
          Thoth (Juggernaut) NPC


3rd Platoon Tolkeen regulars (NPC)
1st Lieutenant Avery Drake (NPC)
2nd Lieutenant Solinari (NPC)
          Iron Golem
Sgt. Jegatheesvaran (NPC)
Sgt. Dresteran (NPC)
PFC Spectre (NPC)
Pvt. Deacon (NPC)
Pvt. Bat (NPC)


4th Mercenary Platoon
Mercenary Lieutenant Silvermasque (PC)
Photios (PC)
Lotus (PC)
Black Andy (PC)
Cannon Fodder (PC)
Na - Wa (PC)
Mephisto (NPC)

The Fire Fly Demolition Squad (4th plt)
Nilus
Jomo
Gregorious
Ikuk
Ludo
Payl
DeeVee


5th Mercenary Platoon (NPC)
Mercenary Lieutenant Jelme (NPC)
Mercenary Sergeant Tecumseh (NPC)
Ahnaka (NPC)
Dekker (NPC)
Lynx (NPC)
Scope (NPC)
Sinyard (NPC)
Calderonay (NPC)
Thresha (NPC)


6th Mercenary Platoon (NPC)
Mercenary Lieutenant Mithas (NPC)
Maeth (NPC)
Jeran (NPC)
Matyss (NPC)
Nebress (NPC)
Sarah McKnight (NPC)
Frijio (NPC)
Revolover (NPC)
Jin-Rauw (NPC)
Red Talon (NPC)
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After reading off all those names Zor continues “For those of you concerned about the disappearance of Jack know full well that I will have Lieutenant Dyvalis conduct an investigation, if he asks you questions regarding Jack be truthful in your replies.”

Zor then moves on.

“Our overall strategy will be to defend Madtown.”

“Minefields will be placed outside the city proper between the farms, with 3rd, 5th and 6th platoons set up behind them.”

“Platoons will not fall back from a position until I give the go-ahead for either Alpha or Omega platoons to fall back.”

“3rd, 5th and 6th platoons are the Alpha Platoons, and 1st, 2nd and 4th platoons being Omega platoons.”

“When you do fall back half of the platoon is to provide covering fire and engage the enemy, other platoons, the militia, and the flyer squads will also be able to provide covering fire.”

“We will pull back as needed until we either stop the CS attack or they push us back far enough where we evacuate the city altogether, or we are collectively wiped out.”

“That said I have laid out where I want each platoon to set up their primary, secondary, tertiary, and final defenses.”

“If we do have to evacuate the city we will need a number of boats to do so, I am hoping our rather large militia will be able to assist in that matter.”

General set up of platoon fortifications within Madtown


HQ Platoon (Command post) (Aqua colored buildings)

1st Platoon Tolkeen Regulars (green)

4th Mercenary Platoon (Blue)

2nd Platoon Tolkeen Regulars (red)

3rd Platoon Tolkeen regulars (NPC) (purple)

5th Mercenary Platoon (NPC) (orange)

6th Mercenary Platoon (NPC) (pink)

Because it is so large, Militia positions will be determined after speaking to Lord Renford, and Sheriff Flat Bullet

General set up of platoon fortifications outside Madtown


3rd Platoon Tolkeen regulars (NPC) (purple)

5th Mercenary Platoon (NPC) (orange)

6th Mercenary Platoon (NPC) (pink)

OOC: I am assuming “up” is “North.” Intel indicates the CS will be coming from the east.

"Go and suck your four-armed boyfriends ass you dirty little Mystic Knight cunt." Osema says with a sneer. As Masque approaches Osema makes no overtly hostile actions he does waggle his bony clawed finger however. "I am covered in the blood of all manner of creatures you worthless piece of detritus. Keep your hands to yourself or you will be needing a cyberdoc... Da?"

When Karno pops his clap of thunder and begins making his announcements Osema shuts his mouth and listens. He makes sure to keep an eye out for anyone trying to engage him. Any attempt ot attack or even touch him will be met with deadly force.
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Callie was about to reply to Oksana when the Major's thunderclap sounded.  Luckily she had reduced her SAMAS to standby or else her jump may have propelled her into someone nearby.  When word came down that she was to serve in the same group as the brodkil and his allies the already pale young woman blanched even further.  "The major will keep them in line, right?" she asked, half to herself and half to the winged elf.

   Oksana's fists were clenched as she watched some of the mercenaries circling the demons.  But she was likewise snapped to attention by the Major's thunderous clap.  She glanced back at the monsters a few times after that, but focused on everything Zor Karno has to say.
   "I'm not afraid of those monsters.... ok, maybe I am afraid of them.  But I won't sit around and watch them hurt anyone.  Callie, if you think they're about to gang up on you or something, just give me one little radio broadcast and I'll be there.  God, I just can't even imagine what they would be doing if they weren't occupied by this war..."
   When her own name is read and Oksana is referred to as a "private", she furrows her brow.  "I've been asking to be signed up for regular duty, but I didn't think that was going to happen until after the mission - when I got back to Tolkeen.  Does that mean they put it through?" Oksana asks Calliandra as if the PA pilot might have more information than her.  "I'll have to ask someone I guess."

Cannon Fodder is quite pleased and if a face like his can ever be said to have a smile on it, he is smiling broadly.

"Silvermasque, Sir. I look forward to serving with you."

Erasmus has been watching the show from atop a nearby stairwell, listening in and slowly rising as the speech comes to an end. Hanging his helmet on his belt, he steps up beside Oksana and Callie. Looking over to them each, "I'll respond to that call as well, if there wasn't a war going on we already would have exterminated them. They'd say the same of us as well, I'm sure."

Giving Oksana a smile, it had been a while since he got to speak with the lovely 'mutant'.

   "HQ platoon, eh?"  Ramenhotep mutters to himself.  This is an interesting turn of events.  I wonder if they think I need extra supervision or something.  ah well.  Ramenhotep sighs and starts making his way through the crowd of soldiers and mercenaries to stand closer to the Major.  He doesn't pay any attention to the demons - he could really care less about what seems to be a company tradition of in-fighting.
   When Zor Karno steps down from his "pedestal", Ramenhotep will approach him with a few questions.
   "Commander, sir, a moment of your time?  I just wanted to clarify a few items.  Firstly, I still believe that the best way I can assist the defense of this settlement is to produce my ward magic.  Has this duty changed with my assignment to your platoon?  If not, there are a few things I require.  My wards are very dangerous if the proper controls are not included in their creation.  The wards are capable of being programmed to only attack certain people, certain races, only evil being, etcetera.  They can also be programmed to exclude any of the aforementioned groups.  I would not want to be responsible for creating what amounts to a minefield that resulted in hurting innocent townspeople, or our own troops.  In order to program the wards, I will need either the birth-name of each person who may come into range of a ward, or a sample of their blood.  A single drop is enough to program a single ward not to harm that person.  Would you be able to enforce this?"

Zor looks at the Sphinx, and replies to the being "No that duty has not changed, in fact it is why I placed you in the Headquarters platoon, saves me the trouble of seeking you out and vice versa." Zor then continues to listen to what the Sphinx has to say.



Mars Company had not had a diabolist, thus Zor did not know much about wards, only that they could be very useful. “I will ask if all the beings in this town will donate some of their blood, but if they do not then you are freed from any responsibility of a ward attacking an innocent or an allied combatant.”

Zor then re-addresses all those present. “All those beings who do not want to be attacked by the diabolist’s Wards had either furnish a drop of their blood or their birth name.”

“Those who do not, do so at their own risk, Pluto Company will take no responsibility if you are attacked by a Ward, furthermore do not attack a ward because to do so would be hindering the efforts to defend this town”

"Sir, that's one drop per ward.  I'd probably require a vial from each person.  However, I will arrange for a clear path through the ward fields and provide everyone with maps to navigate them safely."

Mephisto's question seems a legitimate one, and so 'Masque turns slightly to answer it, in a reasonably polite voice, "Is difficult to track, yes... but fresh blood is being pretty distinctive, and I am not detecting it. Old blood, yes, need for bath, yes... But no brutal murder in last half-hour or so."

 Then it's Lotus' turn for a wave of one big cybernetic hand and a surprisingly gentle 'shhhh', "I am not liking demonkin any more than you are, but Mephisto was asking fair question. Would be bad to begin defence by shooting up own side, even when own side is having a face for radio, da?"

 Then there's Osama, and that should probably be dealt with - he's cheerfully flipped the bird by a lower-left hand as 'Masque studies the subdemon for a few moments, then shakes his head, "Who is needing to touch? - besides, I would not need to replace hands, just disinfect them." he retorts cheerfully, "Still and all, blood there is in plenty but nothing too fresh - I hate to be admitting it, but it does not look like you were doing terrible things to Jack."

 And at about that point the crack of thunder rings out, and 'Masque is happy enough to stand and turn at ease, lower thumbs tucked in the belt of his oversized BDU's, upper hands busying themselves producing a cigar which he carefully lights with a sizzle from some indistinct cybernetic gadget on one arm... Half-way through the briefing he emits a low groan and mutters something about preferring to work for a living, but on the other hand his pay scale just went up a notch, and what's not to love about that?

 Afterwards of course, it's time to break down and meet the troops, 'fodder receiving a polite nod and a chuckled, "Is good to be having someone on team big enough to take cover behind... But you are going to be one stone-cold bitch to dig foxhole for." the 'borg replies with a wry slap of one fur-masque'd hand on the upper part of the leviathan's leg before 'Masque gestures the indicated members of his platoon in close - including the markedly nondescript members of Firefly squad.

 "This is going to be tough fight - when Coalition comes they are likely to come hard, youbet. So we are going to be applying infantryman's best friend after his rifle, the shovel. The more we dig, the less we bleed. Firefly, we are needing plots for minefields and killing zones, both remote and command-detonated - we can be starting with this." - 'Masque produces the small pocket-computer he was working with outside of town and offers the screen to the demolition experts - "Otherwise we are going to be doing lot of work... There are good tricks using energy weapons to flash-vitrify earth into temporary trenches and tunnels, and we will be cutting back woods to provide both killing fields and overhead cover on bunkers - will not stop railgun slug, but will force shooting through concealment and every little helps."

 "Once we have worked out fortifications, we can work out two to three person fireteams, matched for size and speed, then assign firing points and evacuation routes back to second and third line. Finally we will need GTH plan for when devils grandmother sets up shop in our command structure... Just for reference, I am not knowing most of you from hole in ground - so would be good if we were spending hour or two together somewhere quiet before we start to get to know one another... Anyone have problems with this?"

Oksana smiled back at Photios, genuinely pleased to see him again.  She was still concerned about her sudden induction into Tolkeen service.  Oksana wondered how her change in pay would be handled - but only for a moment.  She was more happy to finally be a part of something.  She felt herself beginning to feel better than she had in a long time.  It was like she only just realized her life until now had been meaningless.  Oksana could now claim to be fighting for a something more important than herself.

   "Photios, what do you know about these demons?  The brodkil?  I mean, are they all like this?  Are they all evil - no exceptions?"

"Just how many wards are you planning on creating? I do not want troops having to rest due to blood loss, they have defenses to build."

Zor then addresses the platoon commanders "If any of the platoon commanders wish to speak to me regarding the battle plan now is the time to do so."

"I plan on creating a basic network of wards to strategically protect the town first.  This should include only a few dozen of my mystic symbols.  When finished, I will revisit each area and increase the number of wards until the enemy arrives.  This way, there will be no weak point if we are attacked early.  Ultimately, there could be a few hundred wards, depending upon how much time we have.  However, not all of them will require the blood of our warriors.  I will need to completely restrict all access to certain areas of the town where the wards will be concentrated.  I will then create corridors of relatively safe passage.  It is within these corridors that I will need to exclude our fighters from the influence of my magic.  As mentioned previously, this can be done in more ways than just by their blood.  For starters, I can exclude all members of non-coalition species from the effect.  As an example, if I program my wards not to harm brodkil, grackle tooth, elves, and gargoyles, then none of those races will need to provide me with blood or their true names.  The only beings who need to be concerned are our human, psi-stalker, and dog boy population.  I can't very well exclude them by their race if I want to harm the enemy.  So, any members of those races who wish to avoid injury from my magic should either submit to me a small supply of their blood, or their true name.  In regards to the blood donors needing rest, I am certain that a quick visit to a psychic healer would have them revivified in no time.  A single pint should suffice from each one."

OOC - At the blood clinic, a pint is the standard amount to donate for most people who give blood in real life.

"are you going to need more blood from me, due to my size?"

Continuing to smile, admiring the exotic female as he speaks, "Well... I have heard of very rare occurances where a demon wasn't evil and I heard rumors that in the Far East there are some who have reformed. But... for the most part its best to assume all Demons are evil unless proven otherwise. Sadly, they are a type of creature where you can judge a book by its cover."

He looked around then, "What have they had you doing? I've just been writing till my hand hurts on scrolls, my constructions are pretty time consuming so nobody seems to want to bother with it."

Klowkuh stares down at Photios from his position with the others of his pack.

"You get that shit from some textbook you squishy severed cock? You talk like evil is some alignment that we are all restricted to choosing when we are born... and I suppose all Atlanteans would be... scrupulous or something...?"

Followed by his permanent shadow, Nebress, Matyss walks casually to stand next to Osema and his companions. And in a disgusting language, native to demonkin he speaks to the Brodkil Cheiftain.

"Juk tuk Osema, drewewen torananagar."

Nilus stands with his truck, among the other members of Firefly Squad and their hovercycles. He looks up at Silvermasque as he approaches. "Sounds good boss. You name it we got it, and lots of it. I will get you an on-board inventory immediately. But if you ask us to build a fucking gallows... I will blow your legs off and defacate on your face."

Nilus receives a bright, wide grin of silvery vibro-fangs, "Do not be worrying, if I am wanting you dead I will be pulling off leg and beating you with wet end, and this will only be happening if you are blowing up me, blowing up boss, or taking liberties with my personal stash of genuine one hundred ten percent old sightblinder." - as he speaks he lightly taps the canteen-sized hip flask tucked into an oversized BDU pocket, but as before there's no heat of any kind in the big 'borg's words.

 "Most of all however I am wanting command-detonated directional mines we can rely on not to be popped by skullheads... like old-fashioned claymore, da? - We can use in offensive ambush to thicken fire density for first volleys. Close after that I am wanting instant foxhole shaped charges for milita and us, just in case flank is turned and we need scratch defense..." he adds, tapping different areas of the outskirts of town that he's been surveying whilst the teams in the settlement got busy, indicating planned killing zones and places for bunkers where ammunition can be cached to resupply shot-dry soldiers in the retreat from one line to the next.

Mephisto grins back to Silvermasque, before muttering something in the same language Matyss was speaking to himself.

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   "Earlier, I was visiting the farms, warning them to join the townspeople and take refuge.  That wasn't very much fun though - most of them wanted to stick it out in their homes.  We won't be able to protect them out there.  Then Callie and I were sent over to the machine shop to help them out, but there wasn't much we could do it seemed.  Heh, that pretty much accounts for my time up until now.  So I guess we're still on separate platoons huh?"
   Oksana's body language said that she enjoyed talking to Photos, but also that she wasn't going to hang around long.  She had a job to do now and was going to be getting to it in the next few seconds.

   Ramenhotep gazed up at Cannon Fodder, raising a clawed hand to form a visor over his eyes to block out the sun.  "No I would not, if I needed your blood at all.  The magic of wards does not discriminate against size.  But as I mentioned before, as long as there are none of your race in the employ of the Coalition - and unless I've been dreaming since my arrival to this world, I highly doubt there will be - then all that is required will be for me to exclude you from the magic by naming your race.  I believe you are Adarok?"

   I wonder if it might be more effective to just hold a remedial training session on the basics of ward magic for all of these beings.

Lotus' concentration was not broken by Zor's thunderclap, but rather by her own desire to comply with military order.  Her hands slowly released her weapons and her stare slowly moved from the brodkil to the platoon commander on the church steps.  Her fists were clenched and she was breathing heavily, but she had it under control.  She knew she had to find Jack.

   When the speech was complete and the troops appeared to be dragging their heels by mingling about instead of getting into the assigned groups, Lotus walked her way over to her new lieutenant.  The tiger borg was one of the few others present who had been a part of Pluto company since the beginning.  He wasn't even a citizen of Tolkeen, but he sure talked like one.  Lotus had a lot of respect for the borg and his work ethic, although he did seem a bit squeamish when it came to dealing with the supernatural horrors of this war.

   "Lieutenant Silvermasque, I'd like to request permission to join the investigation into Jack's disappearance.  I'd also like to make use of our fellow platoon member Na-Wa in this capacity.  Neither one of us are well suited to the heavy digging you have planned, or the explosives set-up.  Would you please speak to the Major on my bahalf?"  Lotus wasn't normally so polite to anyone.  But sometimes there was a need to play the game, so she decided to coalesce.

Bartaine takes two steps forwards after nodding to Major Karno.

"People, the Coalition are coming. This is no longer a theory... but a matter of fact. I demand that anyone not willing to fight leave the borders of Madtown until further notice. This does not mean we are losing or giving up hope, but rather that we realize the very real danger of being this close to the front lines in the Coalitions' war of purification. If you choose to stay, we cannot guarantee your protection . You will be staying at your own risk. Please to do not jeopordize your lives or those of your families. Think of your loved ones, and make the right decision. Do not doom yourselves to the same fate of the civilians of Borderline. With that said, I am joining Sheriff Flat Bullet in his militia defense of Madtown."

There's squeamish and there's squeamish... Truth be told, 'Masque would be perfectly happy to line up every supernatural freak in the world against the wall and shoot them to a man, the bad and the good alike, if he thought it would protect  Matushka for a single day... But almost as deeply ingrained by the endless squabbling of the Warlords is that you don't turn on your allies unless you've a damn' good reason.
 Like being ordered to.

 "I have put in request for quiet word with the Major twice now, but he has not replied. I am thinking maybe his radio is being broken. I will put your request to him, but is thing to think upon Lotus that I am knowing lot about trenches and guns and bombs, but I am needing you and Mephisto and even Na-wah to be knowing about magic and psionics." replies the large 'borg, as happy to admit to an area of ignorance if it will strengthen the defence as he is to admit to an area of knowledge. After all, he's going to be a part of it. "But is also important to look after your own, youbet. When he is replying to me, I will be asking."

Lotus removes her helmet at this point and looks up into the eyes (or visor) of the large feline cyborg.  She has a little smirk on the corner of her lips.
   "Well, let me get you started on your mystic education.  Mephisto's a wizard, I'm a mystic, and Na-Wa's a psi-stalker.  Wizards are actually trained to understand magic.  They read the books, and at least claim to know what they're talking about, although I have my doubts personally.  Mystics, like me, are born with the ability to weave magic, but I lay no claim to any special knowledge.  I can tell you about the few spells I know, but I suspect Mephisto's repertoire is more than slightly larger than mine.  And Psi-stalkers, well, they can sense the presence of and track magic.  And if Na-Wa didn't have an IQ lower than a hamster he might be able to help you.  Silvermasque, I appreciate any help you can offer me when you speak to the Major.  And if you need help getting him to talk to you, just say the word and I'll go pull his head out of his ass.  But if you're looking for a magic advisor, Mephisto's your man."

"Ahoy there big cat, I be reckn'in I be one o' yers now, 'cording to the Major anyhow. Now I been diggin trenches already, and been settin up to set some plastique with all o' the trimmins I can scrounge, with a few remote detonators." said the amiable grackletooth as he stepped up to Silvermasque and Lotus. His left eye twinkled redly, the multi-optic cybernetic replacement whirring slightly as it readjusted focus. Andy's back still had a number of rifle butts sticking over it, suggesting that he did not, in fact, remove his weaponry.

"'course I can set up pretty much anywhere ye want me to, or I can just hand em over to Nilus and his boys, and see what they can use any more explosives."

'Masque's visor (there's no sign of any eyes in there) swings down to return Lotus' gaze, his own smile a thing of deliberately designed actuators and synthetic muscle, but perfectly pleasant for all of that. "No sense having just one failure point, da? - besides, you give impression of knowing little bit of magic and maybe having idea what to do with it in battle. I have not had chance to see Mephisto in fight properly. Will be plenty for all of us to be getting on with, youbet."

 'Andy on the other hand gets a thumbs-up from a lower arm as he moves on in, "Will not be hurting if you are knowing what you are doing for you to be setting up toys, but be sure to be working with Nilus and team to choose placement. Too much density is as bad or worse than not enough, when dealing with emplaced explosives, da." the large 'borg replies, apparently pleased to have a group that's so far been cooperative and reasonable under his 'command' (leading mercenaries often being more like herding cats than leading a squad).

Noticing her eagerness to be about her work Photios flashed her another smile, "I suppose we should be getting to work... one thing, do you have a radio? I can find you one if not. I'd like to designate a secondary channel in case you ever need anything or just need to talk, broadcasting to the entire platoon can be useful but it doesn't work well for banter."

After her answer and finding her a radio if required he'll get off to work himself, heading over to join the gathering about Silvermasque. Overhearing the tail end of the chat about Magic advisory, "Ahh. Despite my quite fiercesome appearance I am a Master of the High Arts, if Lotus' talents can be better put to use elsewhere I certainly can find a way to circumvent some of that loss of muscle."

 "My radio's built into my headset here." Oksana replies, tapping the multi-optics visor she wears.  The device has a head band to hold it steady but the thing must have strong magnets holding it to her metal skin if Oksana expects it to stay in one place when flying and fighting up in the air.
   She agrees to a separate channel but notes that her radio can't monitor two channels simultaneously.  "I'm not sure how this would work if we don't know when to switch channels.  And when we do switch, how do we know if we're not missing important messages from others?"

Lotus looks at Silvermasque and then she looks at Major Karno.  Then she looks back at Silvermasque.  She remains quiet, but it is quite clear that she is waiting for the borg to go talk to Karno.

Two tonnes of sophisticated soviet Cybertechnology looks down at Phobos with perhaps a half-second of 'fearsome?' threaded through his response, before 'Masque nods in approval at the update from the Atlantean warrior, "Is good to know we are having versatility, da. I will be wanting some idea what powers you are possessing, but same will be going for other members of platoon before we are splitting into fireteams."

 And, as the impatience of Lotus communicates itself, he gives her a wry tilt of the head before lifting his upper-right hand and tapping the side of his head lightly with a powered-down claw, "Internal communicator, da? - I have asked for chance to speak to boss, am just waiting on okay."

   "Internal communicator?  He's right over there!"  Lotus lets a bit more emotion slip out than she intended.  "If you can't deal with this issue, then let me know now!  That other giant cat had no trouble walking right up to him..."

To Oksana:

"Oh... well then, I'll see if I can set up a few modifications for you. But that'll have to wait for later, don't want to hold you up any longer. Please do take care."


Back with Silvermasque:

"What powers? I am a Master of the High Arts, that which you would call 'spells', I know all of the most difficult and powerful of them. Well, I have not been given access to any spells of legend regrettably, but thats beside the point."

He reaches back behind his waist to draw out a scroll case and pop the top, showing at least a dozen sheets to be contained within, "Have you ever heard of the incantation named, Annihilate? These can be used by any able to read them."

"oh right, sorry. kind of lost track with all that went on, yah I'm an Adarok. Modified but racially the same."

"Silvermasque, Sir. My powers generally consist of being really big and breaking things. At least relavent powers."

"I am thinking I would be having less earache if I asked five-year-old girl for patience, da?" asks 'Masque of Lotus, again without any particular venom in his tones, being more than amiable enough to see the humour in a hardened mercenary stamping her pretty little foot and declaring, 'But I Want It Now!' in the tones of daddies little princess demanding a pony. "I will ask for your assignment when I speak with boss, but it is on 'to do' list, somewhere behind finding out about new team and making sure they are having plenty to do whilst I am pretending to be officer. If you are being too impatient for this, be feeling free to approach Major with offer yourself, you are having permission."

 And from one headache to another as the 'borg then swings around to study Photios afresh, a brow raising up in the fashion that clearly indicates 'Oh, really?' with tones of heavy sarcasm when it is declared that the young-seeming warrior was in fact a master mage who knows alllll of the very hardest and most secret spells that ever were. Except Spells of Legend, apparently.
 "I am sure you are being very good, but no, I am not having heard of spell - finding out what it, and you, and other spells you are knowing is on 'to do' list as well. For time being, if you are knowing anything that can be of use in preparing, concealing and reinforcing field fortifications, this would be good to be knowing... Particularly since some of us." - and he looks up, and up at Cannon, "Are going to need very special hiding."

 He considers things for a few moments, and then grins a little, as he contemplates the altered Adarok, "What sort of skills are you having with heavy weapons and the like? - I am thinking you would be making jim-dandy anti-aircraft platform, if we can be finding proper toys for you..."

Mephisto glares at Photios while he speaks to Silvermasque... he waits his turn and then mentions to Silvermasque "I will be summoning more creatures to join us. We can use them as decoys or suicide bombers... it does not metter. They will serve us." He opens his napsack to reveal a living eagle, sitting calmly in his bag. "I also have this excellent scout. She is under my complete command..."

He then nods to Silvermasque and provided he has little to respond to Meph with he makes his way to Lotus to whisper in her ear.

"Mind yer, he's big 'nough to hang a real platform off. Elsewise, he's just as likely to become a missile sponge." Andy say's looking around himself to the amiable yet large trio of himself, 'Masque and Cannon. "If'n one of those magey types can whip something up to keep my pal Cannon Fodder from living up to his nickname... I'd of course much 'preciate it. I figger he'd cover my back in a fight, and since his back's a tad bigger 'n mine I'd like some help coverin his."

Lotus trusts her innate ability to sense danger despite being uncomfortable with the shifter getting so close to her.  But she doesn't flinch and listens to what he has to say.  When he finishes and pulls his mouth away from her ear, she just stares down at him.

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Lotus nods to Mephisto and glances up at Silvermasque.  She stares at him as she puts her helmet back on.  "What would you have me do now, sir.  Your order is my command."

Ikuk walks like a zombie in search of brains towards Lord Osema. He stops in fron of the brodkil and looks down at him, before leaning in close to whisper to him.

Nilus is talking among the other members of Firefly Squad, when Ikuk walks away.

"Ikuk what are you doing? Where are you going?"

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Lord Osema gives a nod of respect to the two Gargoyles standing near to him. Hearing the goblin adress the orc by name and in so rude a fashion prompts Osema to intervene. Patting the Orc on the shoulder he says, "Ikuk... long time no see." Then staring the goblin down he growls. "If Ikuk here wants to catch up with old friends then he should be able to without you riding his ass. So piss off for awhile he is on break." Stepping closer the Brodkil whispers something through clenched fangs to the Orc. Louder he says, "Pack fall in... lets get away from this worthless building where pathetic turds cry out to a deaf god." Osema turns and walks off.

After walking off a bit. As the Brodkil pack begin to follow as do some of the members of Firefly squad, but Ikuk and Osema are able to get far enough away to chat.

"Major? Where should the militia be deployed? Perhaps all to the north? or did you want to split us up? I also wanted to bring to your attention some of the actions of your men... and women... I have been told that the female in the demonic armour punched a priest in the face, breaking his jaw and knocking out several teeth. And one of the creatures, urinated on the doors to this church and exposed himself before the meeitng started..."

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"Unless the platoon commanders have any questions, you are all dismissed. I want patrols set up, and reports every 8 hours. Get to work everybody."

Ikuk walks back to join his squad, and then join with Silvermasque and the others.

"why thank you Black Andy, I think that is the first time anyone has expressed care over my wellbeing. Heavy Weapons? well not to be sarcastic, Sir but no weapon is really heavy to me..."

“I am going to want the militia deployed along the west side of town. Others will need to guard our escape route the lake, which is a nature barricade.”



“Which two are you referring too?”

Bartaine looks out over the crowd and points out Lord Osema as he is leaving.

"The woman was described as looking like a death knight... tall with blonde hair. SHe came to the church with the minotaur."

There's a distinct grimace on 'Masque's features as Mephisto explains his part in the war to come, but the large 'borg overcomes visible reluctance to nod in approval, "I do not have to be liking it to be knowing it will be lot of use." he answers the Shifter, "I do not know what you can be calling, but if they are being able to use guns and fight from cover, it will be helping to split enemy fire."

 Andy receives a nod as well in due course, "I am being frankly concerned about Fodder being big damn' target... it is depending on whether he can shoot straight if we will be putting him in forward defence position or sitting him on second or third line with big crate of missiles and letting him play skittles with enemy tanks." - he looks up at 'Fodder, grinning more widely, "You are saying this only because you are never swinging Thunderstorm cannon around... But for you what is heavy weapon is whole lot heavier than for rest of us, and that is all to the bad for the bad guys, Khorosh? - But this is only good if you are having training to be firing such things in roughly right direction."

 Then it's back around to Lotus as her helmet goes back on, and she receives a thoughtful glance, "Just be little patient for moment Lotus, and brainstorm with rest of us as we plan out defences."

Photios grins and laughs, "Ahh... I suppose that is quite snobbish of me to say, perhaps I should explain in detail some spells you may find useful. Let me see... Illusory Terrain is handy, with my current ability I can cover nearly a quarter mile diameter for two and a half hours with an illusion of any terrain imaginable; as the name suggests. All of the scents, sounds, and sights appropriate will remain but such things as pits, mounds, hills, and anything else within the hologram will be hidden."

He lets that sink in, "Perhaps a fog, I could sheathe a 5 mile area in fog to obscure all vision past ten feet and maintain it for five hours at a time. This might just encourage carpet bombing or enable the Coalition Thermal Imaging, but even they their range would be limited. Perhaps our troops are more adept in close range? Or maybe simply useful for an evacuation? On that note, I've already established a Circle of Travel in the basement of the Church so I can move out about ten people at a time teleporting directly to Tolkeen where the adjoined circle is."

Stopping then, he suddenly realizes he's been rambling, "Forgive me... you asked for an advisory on Magic, I can continue on large scale effects or go silent should you find such talk boorish."

"3rd platoon with me!"

Drake calls out as he looks around to ensure his new platoon arrives. He nods to Xion and the former members of 3rd platoon as he makes his way to his section of town to defend. Followed by LT. Solinari and his Iron Golem, Sgt. Jegathees and Sgt. Dresteran, Pvt. Spectre, Pvt. Deacon, Pvt. Bat and the two simvan warriors, Tresha and Red Talon.

As third platoon makes their way away from the church, Red Talon notices Braga standing with the new formation of first platoon.

"Good luck outcast. If you were smart you would make sure you don't walk away from this one..."

Mithas notices how easy it was for Drake to gather his troopsm and attempts it himself.

"6th platoon with me!"

He watches out over the crowd. Frijio, Revolver and Jin-Rauw walk over to theminotaur in the middle of a conversation. But the rest are ignoring him...

He walks a short distance over to Silvermasque, and extends his hand to shake with the borg.

"Good luck out there... I don't want tooooooo have toooooo bury you in Madtwon..."

Jelme stands next to Tecumseh watching over the crowd as they begin to head off. "5th platoon! Meet me by The Parkside Boarding House. We are setting up shop around there."

The atlantean Ahnaka Kale makes her way to the cyberknights, along with McKnight, Lynx, Scope and Dekker. Others are making their own way to the boarding house to meet them there.

Sarah follows Mithas over to Silvermasque.

"Just wanted to say good luck guys. It was a pleasure serving in your platoon. Oh and thanks for recuing me from the Coalition... I hope I get to see you all again after this... oh and, I am the only medic... so don't get sick..."

Xion nods to each former member of his platoon as they leave to form up with the newly formed squads. "First Platoon, on me. Awaiting orders sir." he offers a modest salute to Tyirrak.

The massive pair of daemonix make their way over to Xion. Jess'Voruk looks WAY down at the elf when he arrives and smiles... a sadistic smile...

"Just a little." replies the large 'cyborg when Phobos realises just how he sounds, swinging one great lower arm to buffet the mages shoulder-plate with a sufficiently low level of speed and force that someones granny could dodge it if they were so inclined, "But these are being useful things to be having, particularly if you can be chopping and changing on fly during battle. You and Mephisto are going to be earning every credit I think, youbet."

 'Mithas of course gets a hearty (but still careful) handshake, shoulder-buffet and grin, "Do not be worrying for me comrade, worry for skullface headhunter who is trying to put me in ground to start with... You be looking after yourself too, don't bunch up, da?"

 McKnight just gets a friendly salute, but one combined with a headtilt that would obviously be accompanied by a wink were it performed by someone with eyes, "Does this mean you could be writing me doctors note to take me off front line?" he asks playfully, as he continues to set out the local-area map for Nilus, the mages and the rest of the team to take a look at and comment upon.

"well I can dig a very large pit rather quickly due to my size, if you can put an illusion up to hide that, we may get a few of thier vehicles stuck in it as an opening to the ground part of the battle. also I'll be happy to hold whatever weapon you can bring me and I'll do what I can to shoot it straight."

Cannon is stroking his chin with one hand, deep in thought.
"I am a rather big target"

Zor nods at the Mayor, “I will take care of that, please continue to report any offenses my troops carry out to Lt. Dyvalis.”

Zor then waits for anyone else that may want to speak to him...
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Lt. Lynn walks by as Masque places the map down in front of Nilus and the others as they begin to formulate their plans. A hundred off-handed comments race through her mind but her mouth remains shut and her pouty lips only part evr so slightly into a smile as she strolls past. Stopping momentarily in front of Ramenhotep she says, "It is a shame you have been reassigned. We still have business you and I. Keep in touch." The 5 ft nothing woman spins on her heeled boot and marches, albeit a graceful march, over to where the revamped 2nd platoon is gathering. Noting that Magnet Man has done his job properly she returns his salute and begins walking off towards the southwest part of town. "Second Platoon! Let's walk."

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Several soldiers ready to join the ranks of Pluto Company teleport right inside Madtown.

Four dinosaurs arrive first. Three massive lizards with a plate of bone around its' head, and three horns protruding from their faces. The fourth is like an animal dragon, with extremely short arms. Each beast is riden and seemingly kept tame by four simvan soldiers. The dinosaurs are all heavily armed with Tolkeen Techno-wizardry weapons.

Five Dog Boys, and four humans covered in weapons, and armour arrive second. Followed by a modified Coalition APC, a modified Glitter Boy and a man with wings.

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A modified SAMAS suit (Private Calliandra O'hare from HQ platoon) can be seen flying behind Oksana and second platoons' Juggernauts. All five soldiers have left the town and are on route to get closer to the incoming.

Three people on TW boards are seen in the air above 3rd platoon.

Calliandra leads the Juggernauts Ra, Sekhmet and Thoth directly towards the first wave of missiles. From 2500 feet away her suit is able to deflect all but four of the medium missiles. 14 of the medium missiles begin to stray off course, one of them crashes into the groind directly, half of them will miss the town completely.

Two large missiles (one was from thh second wave) have been descending and are on their way for the town. The second and now third waves of medium are now on their way as well. Callie has to choose quickly to either go for the second wave or the large missiles.
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The Iron Juggernaut by the name of Thoth holds its' right hand out and two of the four medium missiles still on their original course explode suddenly as if they hit an invisible wall. It then fires a volley of six mini missiles to target some of the stray missiles.

Sekhmet creates a wall of ice on mid-air in front of the other two missiles remaining on course - both slam into the ice wall and explode on impact.

"There is little myself and Sekhmet can do to stop these missiles, but if those power armours launch... we will take care of them Calliandra."

Looking from wave to wave Calliandra tries to decide which are more in need of stopping.  Finally with a muttered curse, the young psi-tech leaves the remaining two large missiles and turns her suit's jamming towards the second wave of missiles inbound.

"Major," she speaks on a tight-beamed transmission to the company's leader, "I was able to stop all but the two large missiles in the first wave.  Hopefully I'm providing enough telemetry to the folks on the ground that someone can do enough damage to them before they hit."

As many as 4 stray medium missiles are about to crash randomly in the town, and the first of three long range missiles is now just moments away from crashing in first platoons' area or defense.

There is a massive explosion in the cockpit of the aircraft. SOme sort of explosives have been detonated, blowing out the windshield and almost definitely killing everyone inside. The bomber immediately begins to descend, and just a few seconds later six heavily modified SAMAS knock-offs pour out the back, engaging their jets and coming around to engage Callie and the three juggernauts.

(Callie, roll initiative please).

There are still 2 waves of approximately 20 medium missiles on their way and a total of three long range missiles, one of which is moments from impact.

"Oh, thank god for that." Callie murmurs at the explosion.  Looking towards the oncoming SAMAS she feels a chill run down her spine, but does her best to ignore it.  Callie attempts to drop back just a bit behind the juggernauts; she's skilled in PA combat to be sure, but her suit's abilities are better used to disrupt the enemy rather than to face them directly.  She attempts to get a fix on the frequency the oncoming SAMAS are using and to jam it while making evasive maneuvers in the air.

Two missiles fire up into the sky, launched from Lieutenant Pierces' Chromium Guardsman. They travel straight up before splitting apart and each crashing into a seperate stray missile.

Van and his squad of Juggernauts take down the long range missile with their own missiles and well placed magical walls...

Two stray missiles find their way to Madtown. The bomber continues its' descent to the ground. Another forty missiles are on their way towards Calliandra and her squad of Juggernauts.

Calliandra and the juggernauts speed towards the next volley of missiles. Again almost all of them are redirected and begin to split off in other directions. Some hurl towards the ground, some are on their way to crash randomly within the borders of Madtown.

The second long range missile is headed right for Van and his squadron in the north east section of the town.

The remaining four medium missiles from the second volley are about to collide with Callie and her squad... two of them crash into an invisible wall and the other two explode on one of the wingblade's (Sekhmet or Thoth) chests sending it hurling towards the ground out of control.

The third wave of medium missiles, and a third long range missile are on their way in, right in front of the six SAMAS knock offs - who open fire with a steady stream of rail gun fire at Callie and her remaining squad.

The bomber continues to descend towards the ground - there is a chance it could crash into the town... or perhaps one of the surrounding farms.

Callie pulls around the rifle she had stowed on the back of the suit, the western styled Wilkes rifle looking incongruous against the sleek lines of her SAMAS armor.  Through her link with the suit, Callie quickly checks the status of her systems: Chaff, jets, integrated weapons.  With a thought, she sends another scrambling message to the incoming missiles, then quickly fires a couple of shots at the incoming power armored soldiers.

Callie, Ra and Thoth continue their charge directly towards the opposing SAMAS. Led by a modified Quebec-made Violator SAMAS, and followed by five Bandito-made Sidewinder SAMAS.

Callie fires her rifle at the lead V-SAM, Ra launches small balls of ice at the far left SW-SAM and prepares to engage the PA in melee combat with its' glistening blades covering Ra's body. Thoth launches a volley of six mini missiles at the SW-SAM on the far right. Sekhmet regains himself and begins his charge from under the attacking power armours. Oksana has little, if any effect on the doomed course of the burning bomber.

The lead V-SAM fires a volley of sixteen missiles back at Thoth, while firing his laser rifle at Oksana's wings. The five SW-SAMS all fire volleys of four mini missiles, and continue to spray Callie, Thoth and Ra with rail gun rounds.

The power armours continue to close up their distance... just a few hundred feet now. The third wave of medium missiles are jammed except for four that make it through and are about to collide with Ra and Thoth, two into each. Another twenty mini missiles have been fored by the SW-SAMs, a total of eight (two volleys) are headed for Callie, eight for Thoth, and four for Ra.

Van and his squad move out to engage the second long range missile, and the third. After destroying both of them, Van holds position and watches the fight above.

Oksana screams when the high intensity laser beams cut across her wings, leaving large black burn lines where the beam hit.  She quickly looks up and over her shoulder at the source of the weaponsfire and decides that her efforts on the massive aircastle are far too insignificant to warrant ignoring the enemy.  Oksana vanishes.

   When the chromium angel reappears, it is in the air to the left of the Violator SAMAS with her left clawed hand gripping the barrel of her foe's laser rifle.  She will use her wings to fight against any attempt the pilot makes to steer them in any direction.  She doesn't care where they go, but if the pilot pulls right, she'll pull left, if he pulls up, she'll pull down.  Oksana's right arm ripples and liquifies before quickly reforming into something resembling the blade of a broadsword.  She will proceed to thrust the blade into the face of the SAMAS repeatedly until he either releases his laser rifle and pulls away from her, or she digs a hole in the helmet and the pilot is dead.

"Yikes!"  Callie exclaims as the high-velocity slugs slam in to her.  Teltale readouts start to move away from green in her sight, "Damn, time to stop pretending I can shoot and do more to stay alive."

She twists the SAMAS into a quick spiral down, leveling off about 100' lower than she was before and releases a fine cloud of debris behind her, the larger bits catching the sunlight and flashing brightly.  She continues to close the distance to the oncoming Coalition SAMAS pilots, jamming their missiles in addition to the chaff she just released.

about half the missiles lose their targets and fly past Callie and her squad of juggernauts, landing on the ground away from any parts of Madtown. Ra and Thoth are each hit by two medium missiles and then another 4 mini hit Thoth, and two hit Ra. Both Ra and Thoth maintain their courses towards the enemy power armours, ignoring the missiles exploding on them, although they are visibly damaged by the attacks.

Callie and the other two are still sprayed with rail gun rounds, until Callie descends, releasing several chaff flares along the way - exploding into small clouds of smoke and particles in her trail. She is still hit with one mini missiles before she meets up with Sekhmet on his charge from beneath the SAMAS.


Oksana appears in front of the Quebec-made SAMAS holding onto the rifle in his hand used on her just moments before, when she was still riding the bomber into the ground. A long vibro blade extends from the suitss' left hand and begins defending against her slashes to his helmet. Then she falls vivtim to several slashes from his wing-vibro blades to her face, making it almost impossible to see.


Sekhmet flies directly into one of the sidewinder SAMAS, sending them both into a violent spin away from the others' formation. Sekhmet slices the armour limb from limb with its' aresenal of vibro blades.

The Sidewinder SAMAS hit and knocked slightly off course by Thoth's missiles is hit with another volley of six. One of its' jets is caved in and bellowing black smoke - the pilot and suit are heading for a collision with the ground. The pilot is not doing much to resist, he is either unconcious or already dead inside.

The one to its' side is hit from a bolt of lightning also fired by Thoth as Thoth crosses the massive vibro blades on his arms. As they are about collide in mid air Thoth maneuvres while hitting him twice with his electrically-charged blades, decapitating another SAMAS, as it too speeds towards the earth.

Ra collides with another, exactly as Sehmet did to his target. They veer off in a violent spin as the suit is dismembered limb from limb.

Callie flies directly behind another of the SAMAS, removing her helmet and not firing her weapon. Suddenly the SAMAS she strafes by, loses control of his main jet. He follows the others downwards now.

The violator SAMAS and the last remaining sidewinder SAMAS continue ahead towards the town.


just two medium missiles make it near the town from the second volley from the bomber. They are both shot down by Lieutenant Drano Pierces' mini missile launcher.

The bladed wings slash across Oksana's face and mar the perfect chrome skin.  A thin laceration is opened across her cheek and nose more like a long scratch on a shiny new car than a very damaging cut.  Relatively speaking, Oksana's metal flesh is barely scarred by the assault, and it only serves to strengthen her resolve.  She attempts to stab at her foe's helmet again...

Teltales moving from yellow to red, Calliandra speeds after the most dangerous threat she can see, the V-SAM.  At these speeds and altitude her eyes are nearly frozen shut with tears forced out by the wind, so she's relying only on sensor input from her suit.  Luckily, the Wild Weasel SAMAS is possessed of an excellent sensor suite, still one can see by how Callie stops zig-zagging so much that she's reduced a bit.

"Come on, come on baby.  One more and we'll get you down safely..." she chants, as if trying to keep the suit aloft through sheer good will.  Still the young soldier does not fire her weapons, simply flies towards the V-SAM, closer than seems wise at these speeds.

Oksana and the Violator SAMAS continue to exhange blows to the head before Calliandra passes them both by. The grappling pair both begin to lose altitude as the main jet of the SAMAS turn off much like the Sidewinder she had passed a few seconds earlier.

The Violator continues to pummel Oksana in the face with his wng blades and parry her attacks with his left-hand vibro blade. He also continues to fire his payload of mini-missiles at the Juggernauts.

The last reamining Sidewinder opens fire on Callie as she passes the others, with another steady stream of rail gun rounds and a volley of four mini missiles.

Ra, Sekhmet and Thoth form up and make their way for the last Sidewinder. Blasting it with orbs of ice, until Sekhmet collides with it, mauling it just like the others.

The bomber finally crashes into the graveyard, of Madtown. The graves are destroyed, coffins and dirt are blasted into the air, laying a carpet of soil and coffin/tombstone/decrepid body parts over 100 foot area of the graveyard. The cockpit is still on fire, and there is no visible sign of survivors. The falling power armours and there pieces left over from teh two wingblade juggernauts land scattered over the area under the air battle. There is little chance any of them could survive.

PM

   Oksana will teleport just before the Violator SAMAS' wingblade slashes at her again.  She vanishes and the blade slices nothing but air.  Oksana reappears a hundred feet or so away, behind the opponent and she watches him descend for a few seconds before looking for another target.  Spotting Calliandra flying with no helmet, Oksana becomes concerned.  She will teleport again, this time appearing right behind her airborne companion, Oksana's hands clamping on to the shoulders of Calliandra's suit.  Oksana's head is beside Calliandra's and the chrome face shouts into her ear over the blaring noise of the wind rushing by.
   "Nice trick with the armour back there.  Yours looks pretty damaged though.  Care for a quick ride back to base?"

   Already, Oksana's metal wings stretch out to either side, ready to act like a shield against any assault that may come their way, even if all the enemies appear to be beaten for the moment.

PM

Calliandra says nothing in response to the metalic elf's comments.  Her face is pale, even more so than usual.  Her powered armor, as well, is silent.  The roar of the jets, so loud just a few seconds ago have sputtered off and are silent.  The only sound is that of the wind rushing by as the suit begins to plummet, and a very faint noise from the suit's speakers.  "So tired..."

Calliandra's power armour has been rittled with rail gun rounds. It appears as though several rounds may have gone through and hit her inside. She has lost control of her power armour and is heading for the dirt...

Oksana will definitely catch enough air in her wings to slow the descent and gain control of the SAMAS' flight.  Then she'll teleport them both back to Madtown, right inside the church and lay Calliandra down on the stone floor.   First thing to do is stop any bleeding that Oksana can't see inside the armour, so she attempts a psionic healing touch.  With Calliandra's head exposed, Oksana will kneel down above her as she lies motionless.  She places Calliandra's head in her lap and then places a hand on either cheek while falling into a trance.  Oksana's wings extend around either side of them, almost like a protective barrier, but she uses them to reflect light from the windows onto Calliandra's body.  As each "feather" of her wings is like its own little mirror, each wing projects a thousand little spots of light. This almost seems to make the injured pilot glow.  Oksana's meditation lasts two minutes and at the end of which, results in repairing some of Calliandra's wounds - at least enough to stave off death for long enough to perform more permanent healing.

   Oksana's arms both transform into various different shapes such as hooks, blades, and spikes as she proceeds to pry open Calliandra's armour.  Oksana's arms seem to liquify and flow into the hole left by a rail gun round and they reform into pry bars to literally peel the plating away from the pilot's body.  When she is freed and the injuries more apparent, Oksana will dive into another trance and begin to bring Calliandra back from the brink of death.

   Oksana may already have closed some of the wounds with her healing touch, but what she is doing now allows her to see right inside the flesh of whomever she aims to help.  Oksana is still kneeling under Calliandra's head, her arms reformed into metal hands both of which are touching Callie's cheeks.  After just over a minute of focus and meditation, Oksana is imbued with the knowledge of what must be done.  Her focus is not broken as she now prepares to actually perform psychic surgery.  She lets her mind go as instinct takes over and hidden knowledge comes to the surface.  It takes nine minutes before she knows she is ready, but when she is, Oksana moves as if she were being controlled by invisible hands.  She keeps her eyes closed, but her hands move like she can see everything.  She combines her psionic abilities with her metamorphic power to alter the shape of her hands and arms, each one transforming into something more like metal tentacles.  Oksana is able to plunge them through the skin of Calliandra where they seek out and grasp the rail gun rounds that found their way inside her.

   It will take a substantial amount of time, but eventually, combining instinctive surgical techniques with additional applications of healing touch, Oksana should be able to restore Calliandra to health.

OOC - the actual surgery time, I'm not sure about, but the book says it is half that of conventional means.  So, if it would normally take a couple hours...

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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Oksana doesn't look up from what she's doing, although a closer inspection would reveal that her eyes are actually closed.  Oksana is still concentrating on repairing Calliandra one blood vessel at a time when she responds to Vashti, also in Elven.
   "His name is... Karno.  Call him on the radio."
   Oksana has no intention of being rude, but this is actually the most grievous injury she has ever attempted to heal.  It is obvious that she is struggling to maintain concentration.

Vashti looks down at the fallen girl and winces.  When he speaks again his voice is a bit softer and he speaks only briefly.  "Thanks, lass, I'll do that."

With those words he moves off again into the town.  As the church shakes from the cross-town explosion, the jeridu soldier brushes some dust from his shoulders and begins to jog towards the rising column of smoke.

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The bodies of Wraith and Banshee are set on the teleporting pads to return to Tolkeen.

There was nothing left of Togorhul or McDirth and they are mourned quietly by those closest to them.

Tecumseh is badly injured... but he will live. His face is missing as are his hands... and he will need serious mystical attention if he is to ever fight again. However he has already mentioned to Jelme he doesn't plan on returning to this shit war...

The 2 bodybags and Tecumseh are sent back to Tolkeen via teleportation, and one soldier is sent back. A cyborg named Aristotle, carrying the rank of Sergeant. He quickly makes his way to HQ platoon to speak with the Major.

As Tecumseth leave, Van pays his respect. "It was an honour fighting with you. You took your share, but gave twice what you got. It's bullshit that we lost the people we did from in-fighting. It's not right, so I understand why you're leaving. I hope we cross paths again someday." He then heads back to his platoon.

Van and the 3 juggernauts from 1st platoon take to the skies to engage the transport as it freefalls, meeting up with Calliandra in the air, and then joined by the juggernauts from 2nd platoon. They relentlessly assault the craft, while Van tries to move in close.

The transport door opens under the craft and dozens upon dozens of SAMAS armours pour out into the sky above Van and his squad. Swarms of the varied SAMAS models burst from the falling transport like hornets from a disturbed nest and immediately attack the small Tolkeen air force. They spread out above the town in squadrons of 8-12 and open fire on available targets in Madtown. At least a hundred made it out before the transport crashes upside down on the damaged radar/clock tower.
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As beautiful as Van's exoskeleton is, this is a fight best fought in obscurity. Just before he turns invisible to all means of detection other than supernatural, magic or psionic detection, he shouts to his squad of 3 "Alright, stay together guys. Target clusters of them and I'll flank around. Try to take out wings and jets -- just get them out of the air. Remember, you're stronger than they are."

Then he disappears. Although the Juggernauts can still see him fine. He will then go after groups of 4 or more. He sweeps above or below and then hits them from a different side, targetting jets with his Plasma Rifle.

A partucarily menacing squadron of twelve SAMs with specially demonic looking helmets, accompanied by a squadron of eight, with blue trimming have chosen the air force as their targets. The Juggernauts are much larger than Callie, or the now invisible Van and are targeted first. But Callie is under heavy rail gun fire a moment later.


Van moves in close to a Death's Head SAM from the blue squadron. Unseen by the others, he bashes off the wings one by one while following behind it as it descends towards the town, completely unable to defend itself.
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Ra crashes directly into one of the heavy SAMs of Blue Squadron, slicing the armour limb from limb with its' arsenal of vibro blades. Sekhmet and Set likewise collide with heavy SAMs tearing them to shreds.

Callie hung back as the waves of power armor escaped from the transport, somewhat nonplussed by the odds she found herself facing.  She recovered quickly, but not quickly enough to escape the hail of fire directed her way.  With a quick look at the now-filled sky, she turned towards the shattered husks of the buildings in town, looking to lose her attackers within the ruins.  "Sorry, Van," she said over her speakers, unsure whether the young technowizard would even be able to hear her over the din of battle, "I'm too much a target up here."  She trusted her platoon to know that the radar and telemetry she was providing was more important than taking one or two Coalition goons with her, especially since the transport landed smack on top of the old radar tower.
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"I know..." he says back to her from an unseen location. Only moments later his voice returns, much closer this time. Callie feels the metallic contact at her side and hears in a hushed tone, the mumbling of a couple incantations. "You are invisible, and no tech can see you. Happy hunting, Freckles."

With a quick pat on the ass, the young techno-wizard gets back at it, weaving unseen between SAMAS squads, bringing them down one at a time.

Callie checks her descent once more and jets off at a right angle to her previous path, watching her pursuers closely to see if they're able to pierce Van's concealment, or if they're truly off the scent.

Van makes his way to one of the SAMs above first platoon, tearing the wings apart, and wreecking the jets to bring it to the ground, before moving onto the next one. Sekhmet can be seen crashing to the ground in flames into fourht platoons' position. Calliandra lands to rejoin her platoon.

Van can see small squads of CS strike teams moving trough the streets and rubble of Madtown, with several moving towards the theater. 3rd platoon is engaged in gunfire with freshly fortified SAMs and Cyborgs at the norht west side of the crashed transport. 5th has them on the east, and 6th is attacking from the south west. All of the platoons, and the demon horde are engaged with squadrons of SAMs buzzing above Madtown.

Van drops another three SAMs while the juggernauts drop a dozen. Both Set and Thoth were destroyed, but Van and the juggernauts continue to fight above Madtown.

On the fourth SAMAS Van latches onto, he comes under heavy rail gun fire from a wing of 3 Heavy SAMs who have no problem shooting up one of their own to get the ghost taking their pilots down.

After taking a few rail gun rounds and then losing most of his squad he backs off. "Regroup at the parking structure!" Van shouts as he makes for the structure himself. A stategic retreat seemed the best bet, since Anubis was the only one left in his squad.

Flying in from the side to one of the middle levels, he looks for a spot out of view of the passing SAMs. As Anubis joins him he hands him his Mirror Shield. "Alright Anubis, new plan. Activate Chromatic Protection and take this shield. Activate it and use Targetted Deflection to defend yourself and hit them with their own amunition. I will wait in the wings and pick of the distracted SAMs."

With that he'll get ready shoot and relocate as the SAMs pass by.

"Negative Corporal Fanel, I am under heavy fire if I turn to flee, I will be destroyed."

Annubis continues to fire bolts of energy at a dozen SAMs while he bats others away with his 30 foot long spear.
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"We cannot fall back sir..."

Isis struggles to keep distance between him and the buzzing SAMs, finding Ra, the last juggernaut from Second Platoon in the air, the juggernauts face away from each other and continue to fight.

"Well use Chromatic Protection anyways. A blind SAM is a dead SAM." Van activates a talisman and then changes tactics. His new priority: protect the Juggernauts. Adept with his wing-board, he swings around behind the SAMs going after the Juggernauts in an invisible little bit of dog-fighting. He makes aimed shots at wings and jets, meanwhile keeping an eye out for return fire, ready to send it back where it came from.

If he can buy them some room he will repeat his order. <orange>"Repeat, fall back to the parking structure. We can't hold out much longer in the open."

Van is a ghost in teh sky firing at the SAMs jets, and any that can make out where the blasts are coming from can attempt to hit an invisible target, only to have their shots deflected back at them by seemingly nothing...

Some of them do manage to destroy Isis' head and the massive armour freefalls to the ground, bouncing off the transport, then landing on a small squad of CS troops.

A massive shockwave is released from teh transport, and the storms surrounding the town disappear.

Callie shot back into the sky once the command group had retreated to the safety of their dimensional pocket.  Secure in the knowledge of her invisibility, she sought height without much concern for her immediate surroundings.  Though she didn't go out of her way more than was necessary to avoid collisions and lines-of-fire, neither did she harass the CS flyers in the air.

The shockwave buffetted her suit through the air, but Callie was able to master the turbulant currents and to right herself before disaster struck.  As she watched the encircling storm fade away, she was struck by a thought that made her blood run cold.  Quickly she scanned the skies, looking for any sight of Corporal Fanel.

There are blasts coming from seemingly nowhere, from an easterly direction. Calliandra studies the skies looking for a sign of Van, but can only find SAM after SAM being torn up and crash landing to the ground.

After just a few seconds of Van's radio calls, both Annubis and Ra are destroyed. Ra lands somewhere in the lake, and Annubis lands on Second Platoons' position.

There are 12 SAMs remaining in the air near Van and Calliandra. They regroup, and all realize they are the last twelve SAMs in the air all over Madtown.
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Having not seen any sign of Calliandra in the past while and with the rest of his squad dead, Van sees the importance of remaining hidden even more now. The skies are almost clear. If he keeps his head, he can finish this.

First, a diversionary tactic. Blinding Flash, targetting each SAMAS one at a time. He throws his rifle over his shoulder and prepares to test out some more of the suits offensive capabilities. He fires a large sphere of energy at the lead SAM, or whoever's on point. It hurls through the air and makes devastating impact. He waits for any retaliatory fire and makes a mental note of which ones saw him and which ones didn't.
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"Whew!  Looks like my luck is holding."  Callie had time for that last comment before she unclipped her suit's helmet and adjusted the goggles around her neck to protect her eyes.

With the helmet secured by several tethers to her belt, Callie ceased hovering and sped off in search of a target, trying to find some straggling SAMAS that she could disable.

This final squad of SAMAS make their way towards 4th platoon, arriving in shooting range with ten of them after both Van and Calliandra drop one each. Van's falls with a mangled jet, and Callie's just drops out of the air as his jets shut down.

Cannon Fodder can be seen ready to engage the SAMs along with the rest of 4th platoon on the ground aiming up at the skies.

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Some distant CS artillery launches again, this time directed at the surrounding perimeter of town completely decimating the demon horde. The incoming CS forces will ride right over Madtown, and the internal forces are regrouping around the transport.

Shortly after the explosions, and the obvious damage to the demon horde, Major Zor Karno comes in over the radio.

"All units, this is Major Karno. We are abandoning Madtown. The town has suffered far too much damage to warrant us dying in this graveyard. Obidiah Womble has given his life to give us some time. Pluto Company, our priority is to get the civilians and wounded to the teleporting pads. None of us leave until they are out of here. Militia of Madtown and Salvation, make your way to the church to assist in escorting the civilians out of here, then get yourselves out. This is not a defeat. Madtown is lost, but we saved most of its' people, Salvation along with it. We have also acquired invaluable information. Officers hold your ground and we will all go home. Karno out.

Every platoon is under attack. Xions' body is one of the first to be sent to Tolkeen, just before the civilians begin crowding around the Teleporting pads. While under constant fire, several civilians are killed by stray fire, but are well protected by the warriors of Pluto Company. Nearly all of the 2000 civilians are evacuated, followed by the militia forces, and finally Pluto Company and the remains of the demon horde.

The ruins of Madtown and several demons stay behind to face the wrath of the Coalition Juggernaut as it finishes off Madtown.

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On the other side at Tolkeen, thousands of ash and blood covered civilians and soldiers clog the streets. Fresh from the battle field, many are still crying for lost loved ones, others pass out from exhaustion or their injuries. Pluto Company has no time to rest as they are put to work assisting with medical treatment or gathering the refugees, while Major Karno, along with Vashti and Tyirrak make their way to report. Captain Shira is left in command of the company.

Eventually the day comes to an end, and most are able to find enough peace to catch some sleep. Two days without combat gives Pluto time to rest and regain themselves, and adjust to the heavy casualties suffered. The third day is spent on training drills, and rumors that Pluto is getting heavily reinforced back up to full strength.

The information Vashti recovered literally saved thousands of lives, as Tolkeen was able to evacuate several towns in the Madtown region and is publicly recognized as a hero of The Kingdom of Tolkeen. Unfortunately the spirit is lost as Xions' funeral along with the others who gave their lives in Madtown. Most notably Obidiah Womble.
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Upon the reuniting of Nilus and Payl, they make the decision to move on. Nilus explains he can't stand to lose his last son and his taking them and their robot DeeVee out of Tolkeen. They only make an effort to say good bye to Silvermasque. Nilus offers the big cat a hug, and thanks him repeatedly for saving Payl. He offers Masque a job with him and Payl should he make it out of the war. The three of them take the first commercial transport out of Tolkeen, headed to Lazlo in the morning of the briefing.

The survivors of Pluto Company are gathered in the barracks at Tolkeen. Behind them are about 150 new additions to the company including Iron Juggernauts, mages, demons, D-Bees, mercenaries and power armours.

Cannon Fodder and Payl have made a full recovery and find places near the rest of 4th platoon to listen to the Major's speach.