Re: Deployment
Construction moves along quickly. A shelter is dug out of the hard packed ground and reinforced, barricades are erected, and a few amenities are added to the village (better plumbing, things like that). It's truly amazing how much faster nova construction is.
The other novas on site are Pax, Makara, Splash, and Firefox. There is another team on the southern border of the DRC, and yet another floating around somewhere else from what you've heard. 3 teams of 4 novas each, with all of you as backup. From what you can tell, the Utopia leadership doesn't expect much from you at this early stage, since your training has been minimal, and not all of your powers have stabilized yet, so they aren't factoring you heavily into their plans (and since some of you are hiding your full capabilities, that might be part of it too).
The evening is tense, the village is nervous, and time drags by. The Ugandan forces have promised to move from here all the way into Bunia after this attack, and seem very confident. Frostburn informs you that the DRC forces in the south have yet to strike out, possibly waiting until T2M has defended their northern border before pissing them off by attacking in the south.
Splash greats you happily when she sees you, and is polite but brief; she is on scouting duty and is twisting the weather to make it difficult for a baseline army to approach. Rain begins pattering around you in the village, but you can tell it is raining much harder past the perimeter of the village.
Makara is helping with construction, and he doesn't have much to say. He's not rude though, just quiet. Apparently you aren't the only ones who are nervous about the upcoming hostilities. Firefox is helping to scout, and chats up Solitaire. She seems to be expressing her nerves in her bubbly attempts at conversation (for a sample of their personality 7 years later, see Project Utopia pg. 80).
Pax remains at watch. Frostburn is constantly on comms, and Shadow Walker left when no one was looking, apparently he had another mission to take care of.
Despite the tension and work, the night is calm, and the villagers go about their normal life. It's a different world over here, nothing like the U.S. where the team grew up. But the people seem to be happy, and to have an ease and camaraderie lacking in Western society these days, despite their harder lives. A few of the younger members of the village approach the novas to watch them, fascinated, before running off to their parents (who scold them soundly for approaching you).
The night passes, and by the time an hour before dawn hits, everyone is getting bored with playing guard duty. Even Pax, still at his post floating above the village, looks irritated.
Then all hell breaks loose. The air shimmers in the middle of town, and several mortars come flying out of nowhere, as children with guns pile out of thin air closely behind the explosives. Jeeps with artillery pieces mounted to their backs and driven by still more children (13yrs old maybe?) appear on the northern edge, past the barricades, and roll through. A figure in skintight camo darts around through the village, and drops Makara with one well placed blow, while the wind picks up, the sky pours rain, and lightning crashes over head. Visibility is next to nothing, and civilians begin screaming, adding even more confusion to the mix.