Silvermasque's team

Silvermasque (highly mobile 'borg)
Comartin (Glitterboy pilot)
Signal (Psi-ghost)
Thasha (Greot infantry)
NaWa (Psi-stalker on a dinosaur)
Jack (he's a freakin' dragon)
Local #1 (?)

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 Once 'Masque has the small group drawn back a way - not for privacy but just so that they can converse more easily - he settles down on a fallen hunk of structural support that groans under his mass and addresses the small squad "We will be doing patrol work to begin, is fair enough. But if is being trouble we will be needing to move fast and I am not being sure what our vehicle strength is. When we are knowing we can work out marching order."

 "We are having, between Comartin and myself good sensors and Na-Wa can sense magic, demons and suchlike so I am not expecting we shall miss much, but do not be thinking sensors can do all work. Is nothing beats eyeball with good brain behind it, youbet, particularly since we may need to spread out. I will be making sure everyone is having map and is knowing how to get back if is split up." he goes on to add, not having been provided with a lot of the necessary information himself yet but wanting to shape things out for the nascent patrol so that any ideas they might have can be voiced when it's still soon enough for them to do some good.

She walked stiffly over to Silvermasque, he couldn't be missed, even in the crowd of strange beings such as Pluto Company. Spotting right away that he is a mercenary, her stance shifts to a more relaxed 'I don't have to do shit for you asshole' sort of stance.

"I've been assigned to your command, as I know the area here. Name is Sergeant Matty Settle. I am primarily infantry. I do not know magic or psionic powers, but I have my own natural abilities I was born with. Still, I am infantry. I own a hovercycle if required. I also volunteer for point... makes sense, since I'm supposed to give you the grand tour anyway..."

Matty looked at the others as the squad gathered. They aren't as bad as she was expecting... and she gives a slight nod of approval as she scans the group.

Almost on queue with the radio transmission, The Major's aide jogs over and hesitates for a moment while he decides if he is supposed to salute Silvermasque or not... in the end of the very short moment, he decides to salute, as it can't hurt.

"Silvermasque sir, I have a map of the area for you. It can be downloaded to a PC, or maybe one of your cybernetics...? It includes all known CS routes, as well as any rivers, valleys, ruins, abandoned posts etc. The Major sends his regards. With your permission sir, I have to drop this off for Sergeant Pierce as well."

Jack, of course, was a mercenary so he looked as relaxed as Settle but in a different way. Just because he didn't salute didn't mean he didn't follow orders or couldn't respect others. He grinned at the effiminete-looking man with natural powers. He really wanted to say something using the last name as a joke but refrained since Settle had just arrived.

He looked at Silvermasque. "Don't have a ride, but then I don't really need one. I think Na-Wa's baby is too skittish for me to ride on likely, even if he allowed me to. But it you want aerial recon, I can do that, though I'll have to be invisible so as to not be a devastatingly gorgeous and large target." He chuckled a bit at the mock-vanity.

Signal follows the group, and while they are talking over logistics he chimes in with, "I'm better than fair with surveillance equipment, but since that is covered I will make a good pair of extra eyes. I have no transport. I... uh... tend to wreck them, so I will need a ride." Signal looks down as he says the last part with a bit of a smirk on his face. He remembers learning to drive as a kid, and getting scared more than a couple of times and dropping right out of the vehicle and watching it crash and then he remembers how viable of a tactic that has been for him when the time for stealth was over.

After reliving a few of his fond memories, he realizes that if he spent more time learning how to drive and keeping a vehicle he would probably me much more useful right now. While the others continue to talk he zones out a bit as he thinks to himself, 'I know signing up was the right thing to do but can I really contribute? So many wounded and I can't heal, under ranged attack and I can't defend another or strike back at that range, even routine patrols I am dependent on someone else. Even the others who have mental or magical powers are able to contribute but mine are so selfishly focused, which has kept me alive so far, but this is what I wanted, out of my element and helping any way I can. I will learn more in a week here than a year doing the same old stuff. Keep your head down and sooner or latter you will be useful.' He shakes his head a bit, to cast the thoughts of self doubt out and looks back up to listen more intently.

Thasha waddles over with the group with a huge grin on his face, and all his new weapons bouncing as he walks. "I hoped they would put me with you Silvermasque. You're probably my favorite."

 A certain amount of challenge from a newly assigned subordinate with plenty of experience from their own is entirely to be expected, and 'Masque no more acknowledges it than he does the fact that not everyone is in uniform, instead taking a deep draw on his cigar as he nods back to Settle, "Point will likely be switching out fair bit, but hovercycle could be good. Will add to team's mobility, and I am liking that." he rumbles, accepting the data transfer from Leckie to his little palmtop PC with one hand while he returns the salute gravely with another, "Khorosho. Granted."

 Jack now, Jack's lack of a salute doesn't bother 'Masque one whit since out here in the field that sort of thing can get a man shot at, and if the repeated offer for the dragon to go airborne results in a tip of the heat that would suggest eye-rolling on someone who had eyes, it's at least answered with a warm "You are just not wanting to get boots dirty like rest of us. But like I was saying, best keep low unless we are needing eye in sky. Invisibility is not lasting long, or so I was being told..." - which reply 'Masque pauses as he's about to add to before looking at Signal and inquiring curiously, "If you were having sensor box, could you be picking up signals, sweeping for radar, all that? Am thinking we are having good way to put you into air if Jack is willing and you would not mind riding on back of Dragon..?"
, the big 'merc looking between the two soldiers curiously, breaking off only to beam as Thasha rolls over, slapping the hulking Greot lightly on the shoulder and admonishing to "Shush, you will be making my head swell. But is good to be have your firepower, I am hoping is good way to be moving you around quickly carrying it too."

Signal turns to the dragon, "Well that is entirely up to you, fine creature. But do know, if you start getting shot at I am liable to dive off."

Na-Wa didn't much understand a lot of the talk going on. The Big White Cat would probably want Na-Wa to look for magic people and things.

Until the group left Na-Wa kept himself and Silonar away from the group, just in case Silonar was hungry.

"How many dragons are in the company? I thought you guys would be a bunch of walking coffins. Pleasure to meet you Jack." Her attitude completely changed at the surprise of working with a dragon. Although it would probably be back very soon, and much worse...

Signal looks to Settle and smirks a bit. Something seems to impress the angry sergeant. Signal looks as if he forgot something and folds his arms across his chest while he thinks. After a moment a flash goes off and he fumbles out a camera and drops it. he looks a bit embarrassed as he picks it back up and asks, "Anyone not want to be in the group pic? It will make it much easier for me to find you if we get separated."
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Jack rumbled a laugh first at Silvermasque then at Signal. To Silvermasque he said, "OF COURSE I don't like walking when I don't have to. I was BORN to fly!"

To Signal he said, "Dive off? Hell, you'll be luckily if I don't drop you or toss you."

He appeared to give it some consideration. "I do not normally care too much being a "mount" for someone, but if is something you think will help, Silvermasque, then I can do so."

To Settle he turned and gave an inclination of his head. "You as well, Segeant Settle."

 "Just one I am knowing of... You are surely not suggesting we could be handling more than one?" 'Masque answers good-naturedly, indicating Jack with one hand at Settle's question then turning a grin back the Dragons way and explaining, "I am thinking Signal can maybe carry eavesdropping devices. Should be possible to pick up electronic warfare box somewhere, da? It will be letting us put very, very sneaky eavesdropper up high, plus is making good use of his skills."

 Signal now, his question just gets a bright-silver grin and a cheerful, "Just be being sure to be getting my good side, da?" as he makes as though to reach for the belt-and-butt-plate of his armour then stops before the gesture is actually completed.

Signal proceeds to take pictures of those who let him and once he is finished he asks, "So what are we waiting for?"

She didn't have to go far for her hovercycle, but she now has it and is ready to lead the way, south east.

"It's mostly flatlands. There is a pretty large mud-field about 3 miles from here. One of the earlier battles was fought there... thousands of missiles, and all sorts of carnage has tossed up the soil for a mile in every direction. Most of the bodies were cleared away, except for some of the demonic, and giants... It is probably better if we go around this patch."

 "For you to go find dragon-portable electronic warfare toybox if we are having one, high-wuslity radio receiver if we are not. Go, shoo. As soon as are back, we shall be move out. Am also thinking blanket to sit on would be good idea." 'Masque replies to Signals query, before he listens to Settle's explanation, taking it in what looks like a rather uncomfortable fashion but nodding when it's done and stating "So even if is no bad guys, is likely to be unexploded munitions, drop-mines and untriggered magical horrors all over place, plus scavengers, da?", then shrugging and grumbling "Nichevo... Just make sure no-one is touching anything is not recognising and to keep someone with good eye for booby traps up front."

Jack smirked a bit when Silvermasque politely and amusingly slapped down the over-eager Signal to put him on task. He wasn't entirely looking forward to being a mount. And the blanket comment brought his eyes up with anger in them. That was a bit insulting. Next they'd be trying to put a saddle on him too! He looked away and out towards the supposed route, keen eyes drinking in the details as he let his anger calm.

Signal leaves the group and heads off to ask the Officers in charge that he met the day before where he could get electronic warfare / scouting equipment and if there was any that could be provided.

Unfortunately Signal can't find a portable sensor station. The outpost is very limited on supplies at the moment.

Signal comes back after talking to some of the officers empty handed. "Looks like this outpost is small enough that anything they had was destroyed in the blast, or never here." Signal looks to Jack and gives him a bit of a smile, he then looks back to Silvermasque and says, "Looks like there's no need for me to ride Jack without one. I will, however, put in a request that we be assigned one as soon as we get back. If nothing else I might be able to afford a personal one before long."

Jack shrugged but grinned. "I'm okay without you mounting me. I don't swing that way." But that meant Silvermasque didn't want him flying. He stifled a sigh and refrained from eye-rolling. He hated being constrained but that was part of being a mercenary sometimes.

He murmurred absently, "Chase the dragon, grab the tiger by the tail."

He shook his head and looked at Silvermasque. "So, we on the hunt now boss?"

Bored, Na-Wa guides Silonar over to the Big White Metal Cat. "Will we go soon? Silonar is getting hungry...again"

 "Please to be handing off my own personal tail. Is being expensive." 'Masque rumbles good-naturedly at Jack, making a 'come on' gesture with one hand and starting to move the squad out, rumbling as he goes "Na-wa, please to take point - four, five Silonar-lengths out in front of us. Sniff for magic, look for traps on ground. Comartin, you and I are base of fire, stick in middle. Signal, you and Thasha are right behind us, standard patrol pacing. Jack, you are tail-end charley. Would like to see stupid cocky ambusher try and pick you off from back of patrol, youbet." 'Masque hastily orders, going for a short, roughly square marching group with a point and tail rather than trying to spread out all over the map, simply because it lets him keep more of the new team in his sensory range at once.

Settle is ready on her hovercycle to take point with Na-Wa, as soon as he is ready.

Na-Wa didn't know what a 'Silonar-lengths' was but he understood what point was. That meant Na-Wa would go first and everyone else would follow behind him. Then Whon-Ecke started to mind talk to Na-Wa.

>Na-Wa hold up you hand, can you count your fingers?<

As if on que Na-Wa pulls out his sword, looks at it and then looks at his other hand with all five finger spread out. "Na-Wa has five fingers."

>Good, now imagine you had that many Silonar's lined up behind each other.<

"Ok."

>That is how far ahead you should be from everyone else.<

Na-Wa sheathed his sword and then moved out ahead of the big white metal cat, and made sure there was space for five Silonar's between them.

NPC'd

Comartin would have prefered to stay with Drano, as he is the only guy he can truly trust his life with out here, who is still alive anyway. "Sure thing 'Masque"

Settle and Na-Wa led the way on what would hopefully be an uneventful day where nobody gets killed. The land is flatlands, and small hills for the first 3 miles. The old battle field Settle mentioned before didn't do it justice at all. The ground is thick, brown mud for a mile or two in each direction. There are hills, craters, and unrecognizable structures scattered about, as well as busted up Coalition robots and skelebots.

As Settle mentioned earlier, most of the bodies have been cleared away. It seems the demons, and daemonix as well as larger beings like dragons, and even some cyborgs have been left behind, half-covered in dirt and sludge. A pack of ghouls a few hundred feet away stand up from some corpse they were feasting on, and flee into an old trench.

She looked to Na-Wa before moving into the mud-field at about 30kph, keeping a look-out for anything suspicious.

Jack smirked as the tail comment caught Silvermasque's attention and his response. He first nodded and then laughed at the comments about him being rearguard. He didn't mind. If he couldn't fly then he might as well bring up the rear. He stayed in his human form for the moment since he was grounded.

 Said tail flickers from time to time in a sinuous, cybermechanical fashion and it's fairly obvious that there's a slender charged weapon of some sort built into it, very possibly with micro-manipulators of some sort thrown in for good measure because hell, when you're a 'borg, why not?

 As far as 'why not? goes however, that motiff continues to hold as the group moves along at a steady clip, 'Masque serving to keep track on those who can and can't hold to a steady ten miles an hour or so over the long distance (which would be unaugmented humans and the like) and making note of who will need vehicles or other forms of transport on their next run out.

The squad moves slowly and cautiosly into the mud-field and former battle field. A few other packs of ghouls are spotted, but they keep their distance. Just as Settle and Na-Wa are passing a destroyed spider-skull walker, Settle inadvertantly activates a vehicle mine.

The explosion is huge, and appears to completely vaporize her and her hovercycle. Na-Wa is blown off his baby T-Rex into the spider skull walker, which topples and covers him in debris. The T-Rex is frightened and jogs a couple hundred feet away, then stops to eat a rotting demon-carcass.

Settle reappears just 10 feet away, unharmed and runs to help lift the debris off of Na-Wa.

As soon as he heard the explosion, Thasha dropped to one knee, and took aim with his rifle. He scanned the horizon in all directions looking for signs of the enemy...
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Signal falls into his place without much to say after the earlier exchange. He keeps the pace of the group with little effort and gets just a bit too complacent until they reach the mud field.

Once in the mud field his silhouette seems to almost constantly flicker and blur, likes he starts shaking and then stops.

When the explosion goes off he doesn't jump or even dive for cover. He doesn't reach for his weapon or look in the direction of the explosion. Least not at first. Signal's outline once again blurs and he does a quick scan of the area looking for the highest ground in his immediate vicinity. He enters a dead sprint toward the high ground and climbs up. When he reaches the top he stands up right scanning the horizon for any movement.

While looking around at his new vantage point he looks for the first time at the wreckage and sees that some debris had landed on Na-Wa. He flushed a bit as he realized that he hadn't stopped to help but with Settle still alive and helping Na-Wa there was probably little he could do. For once his complete lack of thought for others might have caused him to do the right thing.
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Jack was startled by the explosion. He hadn't sensed any personal danger so had been watching the rear as ordered. He flinched down slightly when the explosion went off and then turned to see what had happened. He saw Settle re-appear and blinked a bit, but then realized they could teleport, to which Jack was no stranger. He immediately turned back to watch around and make sure they weren't about to get ambushed while the others went to help Na-Wa. He didn't smirk or make any comments for once.

 For his part, 'Masque's response to the explosion is pure reflex - a cry of "Take cover, Settle see to Na-wa!" and he's moving, dropping into the second nearest piece of good, solid cover from at least one side and tapping Thasha on the shoulder as he goes, indicating the nearest for the Greot to settle down behind, getting into place to lay down fire if there's something other than just an ambush going on, his heavy grenade rifle coming up to sweep the nearby terrain looking for a target.

Na-Wa isn't too sure of what is going on. First he was riding Silonar and thinking about sex with the girls he give money too and then the next thing he knew he was trapped under what was left of  a skull face machine. Staying quite, doesn't make any noise until soemone comes and helps him. When Settle arrives he tells her that he is alive. "Na-Wa is alive, help me."
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Settle calls over to the others "I will need help lifting this debris off of him."

Assuming someone with strength helps out, Na-Wa will be free in a few seconds.

There is no sign of an ambush, or anything suspicious. The mine was likely left there some time ago.

OOC:

Silvermasque  -- On Foot : 211 kph/131 mph [Hydraulic Boosters for 253 kph/157 mph, Cyberjet Nodes bring it to 507 kph/315 mph]
Comartin      -- Glitter Boy : 100 kph/60 mph
Signal        -- On Foot : 4 kph/2.5 mph
Thasha        -- On Foot : 17 kph/11 mph
NaWa          -- Riding T Rex : 53 kph/33 mph
Jack          -- Winged Flight :  113 kph/70 mph
Settle        -- Hovercycle Teleporting : Can match speed.


Let me know if this is incorrect.

Jack is in human form (and therefore can't fly) and moving at about 20MPH unless he needs to go faster. But he was told to stay on the ground.

We are currently going at Signal's speed, which is about 4 kph. Unless he wants to ride bitch with Na-Wa then we could go Thasha's speed of 17 kph :)

Thasha volunteers, and gets Na-Wa out of the rubble. (no damage to Na-Wa).

 Since Thasha has time to volunteer, get permission and move up to secure Na-Wa, it seems safe to assume that if there's any sort of Ambush it's not an immediate one and so 'Masque slowly moves back out of cover, inquiring "Settle, are you being particularly injured by enormous, earth-shattering kaboom or are we good to be move on when Na-Wa is recovering his ride?"

Na-Wa crawls out of the rubble with the assistance of the Dinosaur Man. "Na-Wa almost got blown up, thank you Dinosaur Man!" It wasn't all that hard for Na-Wa to spot Silonor who was eating. Na-Wa knew that when Silonar was eat he should be left alone. But Na-Wa knew the Big White Metal Cat wanted them to go. Thus Na-Wa carefully snuck up behind Silonar and quickly climbed up his tail and sat down in the saddle. The Silonar tried to toss Na-Wa off but quickly calmed down after being repeatedly punched in the back of the head by Na-Wa.

"Ok Na-Wa ready!"
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After Na-Wa is back to his feet and thanks him, Thasha replies "My name is Thasha, Na-Wa. I am not a dinosaur. Thasha." He isn't offended, just trying to help the dim-witted stalker along with names.

Na-Wa scracthes his head. The last time he talked to the dinosaur man he was dumb like Na-Wa. Now he was smarter.... "What is a Thasha?"

Thasha now towers over Na-Wa as well, and replies "My name is Thasha, I am a Gree-Oat."

Signal jumps down from his perch and jogs back to the group he looks to Masque and reports, "Well if this was an ambush someone would have shot me by now. I think we're safe." He looks around at the group and waits to get moving again.

"I'm fine, sir."

Settle watched Signal, and wasn't quite sure what to make of him. He was very brave, or crazy.

 "As long as are being sure." 'Masque replies, raising his hand to make a 'move on' gesture, indicating placement and position the same way he did before, but this time adding a 'slow down some and implement booby trap doctrine' element, "Na-Wa, Settle. Keep eyes on ground, look for traps. Thasha, me - we will watch horizon over you."

Signal steps aside to talk to Masque. He pulls a protein bar from his satchel and eats it.
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Jack stayed silent and just kept doing his job....watching for danger and especially watching the rear. Too bad there was only one female rear in their squad, although it wasn't a BAD rear. It was a teleporting rear, too, which made it more interesting. But he didn't stare. He kept his eyes moving, his senses outward.

Na-Wa says the name the dinosaur man wanted to be called out oud before making his way over to Silonor. "Thasha Grey Oat"

Once on the move, Na-Wa keeps his mind cear of paying the girls at the3 bar and sticking his pee-pee in them. That knid of thinking aomst just got Na-Wa blown up after all....


20:20, Today: Na - Wa rolled 32 using 1d100. Detect Ambush 55%.
PASS

20:20, Today: Na - Wa rolled 77 using 1d100. Clairvoyance 66%.
FAIL

20:19, Today: Na - Wa rolled 69 using 1d100. Sense Psychic/magic energy 40%.
FAIL

20:18, Today: Na - Wa rolled 71 using 1d100. Sense Supernatural beings 60%.
FAIL

 Glancing down at Signal with the air of someone having a private conversation, 'Masque continues to guide the patrol along and around the expanse of wreckage, visually and mentally tagging particularly promising wrecks and hulks for potential salvage purposes in the days and weeks ahead, and as he walks giving something of an impromptu lecture on basic ambush doctrine "Is being two ways to respond to ambush, but they are exact opposite. If is close, you are charge, lead with grenades. Take your licks from traps and fire but get close, reverse shock with fire and movement while those further back pick targets, supress crew guns. If far, you are take cover, return fire, manoeuvre out to turn tables. We are having teleporters and foxhole charges and all manner of clever tricks. When we are get back from patrol, you can bet ass we shall be drilling this."

The patrol continues unhindered by vehicle mines or other surprise disasters for another hour. The squad is coming up on a creek, which is filled with rich flowing water, and strange pulsating grey rocks. Upon closer inspection the rocks are making moaning sounds, and one of them 'grows' a face to stare at Na-Wa as the psi stalker inspects the life form.

It is mostly open fields on either side of the creek, which runs perpendicular to the travel route. There is a forest ahead about 2 miles away.

 "We are have airborne contact, about a dozen. Maybe three minutes 'till they're over us, two until they have LOS. I am thinking would be good to be watching them from concealment." 'Masque states, indicating the treeline about two miles distant, "Jack and Settle. 'Port over, find us a hunker-down spot. Na-wa, start heading that way. Signal, Thasha... I am hope you are not minding being carried?"
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"What about this creek sir? Might be our safest bet." Settle moves closer the water to take a peak at the strange rock-creatures. They are repeating some of the tones and a couple of the words Silvermasque just used on his radio transmission, although they don't show any real signs of intelligence...

Jack watched Silvermasque impassively. "You sure about splitting up right before an attack?" He looked over where the treeline was and then narrowed his eyes. He disappeared suddenly.

Once at his destination, he looked around for a good spot as ordered, attempting to blend his knowledge of ambushes along with camouflage and such.
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After seeing Jack teleport to the treeline, she follows and teleports next to him, unless Silvermasque changes his mind.

 "Trees will block thermal sensors just as well as water without getting my boots all wet." replies 'Masque, who doesn't actually wear any and who doesn't actually have to justify his decisions under the circumstances, slinging his launcher as he does so and extending his hands towards Signal and Thasha, indicating for the latter to swing onto his back and wrap arms about his neck, the latter to just get where he can hold him close (awwwwh) before taking off in long, low-to-the-ground leaping strides designed to match or exceed anything Na-Wa's mount can achieve with the intention of getting the hell out of line of sight before a dozen RPA air units flash overhead armed to the teeth.

 Oh, and after another pinpoint fix on speed and direction... He shuts his radar down and goes on passive emissions from the incoming flight to keep them locked up.

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 OOCly I am of course relying on the fact that Rifts sensors are mostly crap and that by keeping nape-of-the-earth it ought to be possible to avoid the baddies except on our terms. This struck me as better than being strafed by anything up to a thousand or so MD's worth of explosions. ^_^

Thasha looks around, and decides the forest is too far to make it in time, leaving only the creek as anything close to cover. He hops in, only a few feet away from Silvermasque and the others. The water appers to be about 4 feet deep in the middle.

The rocks continue to mimic what Silvermasque says.

Na-Wa plays a game with the rock things that he has discovered and begins making faces, which the rock things mimic.

Signal walks to Masque and hangs on. When Thasha comes back he lets go for a moment and looks back to Masque awaiting his orders.

 "Oh for to be crying out... Thasha, hold on!" 'Masque orders unceremoniously, one arm neatly tucking itself around Signal and the other three going out to - unless he makes an effort to evade them, because he's not attacking the Greot, he's trying to pick him up - snag Thasha in a close embrace.

 Irregardless of the level of success he achieves he then starts to head for the treeline, soft metallic 'click' sounds marking the opening of tiny, high-pressure jet nodes across various points of his armour as he accelerates, each long, low leap taking him no more than a half-dozen feet off the ground but carrying the burdened tiger ten, then twenty feet and more in steadily greater strides across the countryside, his clawed feet digging in a good foot and more each time they come down to provide the impetus for the next stride.

 Within two and a half seconds he's accelerating past sixty miles an hour. Within ten he's up around two hundred and easing off, settling for a 'comfortable' thirty to forty second run to the treeline, allowing for braking at the far end (as opposed to breaking) hopefully with enough time in hand left to seek some sort of reasonable cover.

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 They're three minutes out. Assume one round to grab people and accelerate, two to run and one to slow down and drop people off. Cruising speed on a SAM tends to be around a hundred fifty miles an hour, making them around five miles out when 'Masque hits the treeline. Give or take.

As the squad regroups at the treeline, hopefully unseen by the incoming SAMAS patrol, a gorgeous white horse, with a horn on its' forehead is just leaving the forest. The creature nods at Na-Wa, and seems to almost smile, before gracefully trotting by, and out into the open to eat some beautiful green grass.

Naturally, the SAMAS patrol blows it to gory pieces all over the dirt as they pass by overhead.

Settle has taken a seat on a boulder, which has suddenly grown a face like the ones at the river... it just watches for now, although Settle has not yet noticed.

Jack felt himself smile at the sight of the unicorn. And then promptly feel rage at the stupid senseless slaughter. "Permission. To Engage. sir." It didn't sound like a question really.

 Dropoff is a fairly robust process, 'Masque decelerating sharply at the edge of the treeline to let Thasha down and then Signal before he ducks into cover, moving a little distance clear of the others before going to ground on the basis that as a large, somewhat warm mass of moving metal he might be detected and engaged... Once down he keeps his radar on passive and monitors the IFF and transponder information available from the SAM suits, doing his best to ID them for future reference, not even grimacing when they break fire discipline to start blasting local wildlife to bloody gobbets.

 "Denied Jack. Is being stupid waste, youbet... But is also being bad odds and bad time. Let them fly on, fat and stupid and some day soon we will be wait here with whole lot more firepower, da?" he rumbles softly, concentrating on getting all the information he can about the overflying patrol.

Signal understands Jack's anger. This is how many of his new comrades feel, it is a sentiment he will have to work on developing and more importantly Signal realizes that after they are safe, checking if any pieces of the horn are intact and taking them to sell would be a bad idea.

Signal resolves to not approach the mess unless the others do. He'd rather not have temptation get the better of him. After he makes up his mind he tries to think of something else, and then he gets hungry and can't help but wonder, what does unicorn taste like?

Signal pulls a food bar from his satchel and eats it while he waits in cover for the SAAMS to pass.

Settle spits on the ground and considers teleporting up and taking out one or two of the armours, but resists the urge for immediate revenge.

She looks to Silvermasque before leading the pack out again.

Jack restrained himself. He was visibly angry and his eyes never left the SAMAS as they flew by and off into the distance. His grip on his runic sword was white-knuckled. Finally, once they were out of sight, he turned back to Silvermasque and waited.

 'Masque watches as the armour suits pass by overhead, his expression as unreadable as ever and when they're well on their way downrange, he quietly rumbles "Will be spend lot of time pissed off fighting skullboys. There are ones who make demons and devils seem like good company, who will kill without thought, murder without reason. Two things to keep in head though."

 "First is that there are many, many of them. Losing temper, listening to anger instead of sense is good way to get self killed. You want to win, hit them on our terms, not theirs. Second is that not all of them are same. Are plenty of jackass murderers on our side, plenty on theirs too. Don't make this war more personal than it has to be, is better to concentrate upon what you are protecting than who you are killing.", a largely philosophical little speech to be sure, but one that he seems to feel is appropriate just now, until the SAMAS patrol is out of line of sight and he fires up his radio.

Jack, knowing the words were directed squarely at him, merely gave a shrug of his shoulders and tore his eyes away from the retreating SAMAS. "So what now?"

Na-Wa turns his attention to the white horse with a horn. He'd seen them before and his tribe even had a few the thoughts of his tribe and previous life go away as soon as the white horse with a horn is blown to bits by fly skull face soldiers. All they did was destroy. Na-Wa's tribe did nothing to the skull face soldiers. He couldn't remember why they came and destroyed his tribe but they did it much the same way they destroyed the white horse with a horn.

Na-Wa looks among the charred bits and pieces of what once was the white horse with a horn. If he could find the horn he vowed to use it to kill a skull face solider with it.

Settle looks to Jack and replies "We continue on the patrol." She prepares to move out, on foot now since her hovercycle was destroyed.

 More or less at Jack, but also at pretty much everyone - 'Masque didn't used to be preachy, but in the few short weeks he's been working with Tolkeen forces he's seen every kind of half-assed, amateur-hour clusterfuck it's possible to imagine perpetrated by beings with the phenominal cosmic power of minor demigods but teeny-tiny mental capacity (and even worse command of the English language than he has). He's overheard demon-torture and executions, witnessed war crimes beyond counting and watched while battle-fatigued men and women turned merely suspicious settlements into hard-line Coalition allies.

 He can therefore, perhaps be forgiven for the odd sermon.

 "Da. Is point of patrol - see enemy without enemy is seeing you, then report back. All else is being gravy." he remarks, rising cautiously out of cover and turning to look over the group, the corner of his visor keeping track of Na-wa off in the clearing "Is everyone good to move on?"

Thasha stands and brushes some dirt from his knees. The young Greot who volunteered to fight at the tender age of 3 days, unintentionally makes the ironic statement of "Like my father always used to say, before he was killed, I was born ready..."
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Jack made no more comment. He stayed silent and merely listened. He gave a nod of quiet assent when asked if he was ready to move on. He was normally very talkative but he found that he was beginning to dislike war, especially when he could not just bring out his big guns and shoot the enemy out of the sky.

And the squad continues on, at a snails' pace along the original patrol route, with Settle and Na-Wa taking point. The strange creatures possessing the rocks watch as everyone leaves, but they do not follow in any way.

A few hours pass by, of more bare terrain, some unrecognizable ruins, and the occasional un-aligned dead body, stripped of valuables.

"So this is military life? Getting blown up by IED's, hiding from patrols and hiking?" Signal asks as the group moves onward. He continues, "You know, I know several people who do this every day, as a way of life. We get paid to do the same thing? Why would any poor homeless people not join?"

 "Pretty much. Most of being soldier is pretty boring. Is marching, is picking things up and putting them down, is being able to clean and maintain thousand different little pieces of equipment. Actual time spent screaming, shouting and firing guns at other people is very small." 'Masque replies amiably, once the group is well underway and shaken back out into a loose, everyone-in-sight group of two elements moving together in mutual support, separated by a good twenty metres or so so that one burst of fire or one massive explosion can't hit the whole team at once.

Eating people. That was a good part of military life. Well, if you were a dragon. Actually it wasn't so much military life that gave you that opportunity, it was just being a dragon.

He hummed quietly in thought of a meal but kept walking, bringing up the rear, in silence otherwise.

PM

 "Contact." 'Masque states suddenly after an extended period of relative quiet, the big 'tiger preferring to keep things on a more professional level when moving around with a chance of contacting the enemy - his upper-left hand comes up and levels itself at a small, dark crater in the middle-distance from which can be seen a trail and a crawling human figure headed towards the CS lines.

 "Jack, can you teleport with other person? If so, please to fetch and return poor fellow - I am thinking we are having prisoner. Everyone else, form base of fire - find yourself place to be hunkering down with good field of view." he then instructs, slipping an RMK unit out of his kit and hefting it lightly in one hand.

Jack restrained a sigh at Masque's continued ignorance of his abilities. He shook his head in the negative but spoke anyway. "Nope. Can only teleport myself and it's not always reliable."

 Dragons aren't what you'd call common in Russia - too many giant psychotic 'borgs - they're freaky-looking in Asia and 'Masque didn't get a chance to get conversational with them on the rest of his trip... Hence the asking... "Shame, but is fair enough. Form base of fire on this position then. Settle, is anything you can be doing? If not I will go fetch him on basis I am fastest..."

Settle grins with the prospect that she is about to outshine a dragon. She steps forward, and within an instant she is a mile away, then right at the target. Any who can see that far can see she is crouching next to the person Silvermasque spotted.

"He's a pilot. Rather, was a pilot. His SAM got shot down somewhere out here. Says he's been dragging himself along for 3 days... his leg is fucked up. He's been informed he is now a prisoner of Tolkeen. He will surrender."

Settle and the now-captured pilot suddenly re-appear about 20 feet from the group. "I've searched him for weapons, I didn't find any."

The group continues along their long patrol, but manage to make it back to the outpost without any more explosions or prisoners. Seeing vehicles, and the prospect of acquiring new ones is like seeing water after a week in the desert...

 The prisoner promptly gets treated of course, 'Masque cracking his belt pouch for another scavenged IRMSS kit which he lays against the mans leg before carrying him back in one arm, finishing the patrol sweep in an unexciting but professional way and filing a simple, matter-of-fact report on things seen and events undertaken.

2nd Lieutenant Malefic
Sergeant 1st Class Settle

Mercenary LT Silvermasque
Signal
Na Wa
Disharmony
Mephisto (has 2 demon soldiers)

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Mephisto is piloting a hover-skiff, the same as Nuitari had. There is room for the entire squad if desired (except Disharmony). It can go up to 120 mph.

(OOC you guys can role play and figure out what Na Wa will be required to do, regarding his obsolete baby T-Rex mount-which he believes to be a silonar. It is too slow, and too big to waste room on the skiff).
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Signal is very nearly un-remarkable in every way. He is not wearing his helmet, which would obscure his face. He walks over to where Malefic is and gives a half smile and a knowing head nod to Malefic. The most remarkable thing about him would be his suit of light armor. It looks nearly untouched, like it's never been hit, and it bristles with a light psionic energy. He carries a satchel over a shoulder that he drops on the ground 2 steps before he gets to where he sits, waiting for the others. On his hip he has a quick draw holster attached to the armor itself. In the holster sits a small pistol.

Signal doesn't say anything, he's had a good night's rest but is still tired. Once he sits down he stretches and yawns, waiting for the others to show up.
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Mephisto, can be found on his hover skiff, putting his armor on, while his demon servants feast on some shaved-animal carcasses sent in by Tolkeen for just this purpose.

When Signal approaches he nods, and smiles. When Malefic arrived, it was much more of an introduction. Malefic is treated with respect, and a military salute.

Disharmony stood beside the hover skiff. Remaining poised her head bobs slowly from side to side. A move only Silvermasque would recognise as her dancing in her head. Her head moving towards anyone as they approach the skiff.

When Malefic is ready, Sgt. Settle approaches. "As I informed Mr. Masque yesterday sir, it's mostly flatlands on the patrol route. There is a pretty large mud-field about 3 miles from here. One of the earlier battles was fought there... thousands of missiles, and all sorts of carnage has tossed up the soil for a mile in every direction... and this rain won't help any. Most of the bodies were cleared away, except for some of the demonic, and giants... It is probably better if we go around this patch. Yesterday we hit a vehicle mine, took out my bike, and nearly me with it."

 'Masque squelches slowly over towards the waiting vehicle, his progress slowed somewhat by the tendency of every step he takes to sink about two feet into the deep, sludgy mess that the ground is rapidly turning into under the impact of the rain - and with a bloody great hooded tarpaulin of a poncho draped over his 'battle rattle' in an effort to keep the elements out of all his expensive, robust, field-tested and resilient equipment that in accordance with the laws of universal military procurement, will usually turn out to have been lowest-bid, high maintenance, lab-rated and fragile only an hour into any given patrol.

 On the bright side, being Russian, 'Masque is far better adapted to moving around in this sort of weather than most local cyborg frames and compared to the rasputitsa, considers it to be no more than mildly unpleasant, allowing him to cheerfully rumble "We know Coalition is making airborne passes over region too... But I doubt they will achieve much in this weather, so we should be on lookout for skelebot and poor bloody infantry, da." before he squelches over to Disharmony and stands alongside her, sinking an inch or so every minute or two (and moving every five or six to avoid sinking further), offering her a muted "Good morning radost moya."

When Na-Wa eventually makes his way over, Mephisto calls out to him "Hey, Na-Wa, you know you have to leave your friend here at the fort right?"


Hover Skiff


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Malefic is dressed in non-descript full black body armor. Dropping a long black duffle bag on the floor of the skiff. Returning Mephisto's salute sharply. Malefic takes a quick glance at the members of his squad as they settle in on the hover skiff. Looking down at his datapad quickly, he taps the screen once and says Lock and load, ladies and gentlemen it's time to earn our pay. Keep an eye out for hostiles. Let's move out.
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Taking up 30% of the crew space on the hover skiff himself, Deumos glares down at Malefic, Na-Wa and Signal and grins a sinister, wet, and mucusy grin.
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The squad sets out, on mostly the same patrol as yesterday, with Settle on point on her 'new' hovercycle. The ground is horrible out here, like a pool of mud. Everybody and everything is covered in it within an hour. The mine-ridden battle field lies ahead... and the rain comes down even harder.
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After a short talk with the demon calling man and Whon-Ecke Na-Wa reluctantly leaves Silonar back at the fort tied to a post provided someone is willing to feed the dinosaur.

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Upon getting on the skiff Na-Wa tried to make sure he was as far as he could be from the demon taking up most of the space.  When the thing looks at him with a sinister grin Na-Wa responds with hissing and the baring of his teeth. He thinks nothing of the bald headed boss man. Like most boss men before him he would be dead soon. Na-Wa wished he would be with big white cat or the man who wore the big silver armor and sometimes drank too much.

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When the patrol gets to the site of the battlefield, Na-Wa starts pointing and various clumps of wreckage and piles of looted bodies. “Bad things there...there...and there. Eating the dead. We kill them yes bald headed bossman?”

"This one might humbly suggest that capturing one or two of the flesh eaters, should they be sentient, for" she glanced quickly towards Masque ".....interrogation might serve us well." Disharmony shook herself free of the rain and mud before she settled, poised ready to move forward.

 'Masque - and this is probably for the best - is on the opposite flank of the patrol from Disharmony and Na-Wa, and so over the falling rain and humming of the grav-platform doesn't seem to be aware of the presence of corpse-eaters just yet. Of all the group, the cyborg dragoness is most likely to know that the usual response of the big Siberian to that sort of thing is a screaming, frothing hail of plasma and particle beams followed by flailing around with the nearest large, blunt object and even if only she's likely to know why, Mephisto at least has seen the resulting carnage more than once now.

 Still, he often glances back towards the others, usually while he's waiting for his cyberjet nodes to break the gluey suction of the mud that his landings turn the ground into after every loping stride.

Signal hasn't spent much time around demons before. Just the ones at the circus and regardless of what they made the audience believe he knew backstage, when Signal was around them, they were rather tame. Signal looks right up at the demon and licks his lips.

Signal sits lazily in his seat and when the crazy psi-stalker mentioned enemies, Signal reached down into his sack and pulled out a small metal case. The case looks like a toolbox and he lays it across his lap.

Settle hoped Malefic didn't intend on chasing down all the ghouls in the area... She flipped around her rail gun, and fired two shots in the air.

Two dozen ghouls can be seen scattering, and fleeing from the approaching Tolkeen squad. They run away in the opposite direction...

Settle then continues into the old battlefield on her hovercycle, which the rain has turned virtually into a lake of muddy water. She moves ahead slowly, on the same path as yesterday to avoid additional mines.

"Stay close together"

As Settle passes the spot the mine blew up yesterday, she stops her hovercycle and speaks over the squad radio "I don't really feel comfortable just waiting for another one of those mines to go off under my ass. We should go over this death trapped-field. Everyone get one something or someone that can get at least 30 feet off the ground and stay in the air until we are passed this field of death and mud."

Settle then jumps her hovercycle about 50 feet in the air, and moves ahead.

Mephisto nods to Lieutenant Malefic to ease any concern that the skiff may not be able to go that high. He then follows Settles' lead, and crosses the field at about 50 feet off the muddy ground.

Malefic, looks back to make sure the entire squad can make it over the the mined area, and make a note to request a clear path be made in the next day or two with a demo team.

There is no cover out here, unless the squad goes back into the mine field to hide in downed spider skull walkers and tanks and such. In case anyone was nervous...

Signal continues to sit and just scan the area for any activity. He presses a button on the underside of the handle of his toolbox and a barrel telescopes out from one end and a pistol grip with a trigger drops out the bottom. The back end extends back to form a comfortable looking shoulder rest. Once all the pieces are out the center part collapses down to a much more manageable size.

When signal thinks he sees something, he will occasionally hold up the gun and look through the scope to get a better look, but he never fires or even mentions what he sees.

 'Masque has something of a problem with the transit - his flight jets have limited power to shift his massive, two-and-a-half-tonne frame and he needs to land every so often to cycle them down, but he solves this difficulty by making his short, controlled leaps between already-wrecked vehicles, driving their hulls a foot or two down into the mud they cleared with their deaths before landing on the far side with a massive 'squelch' and a short, sharp "Bojmoi!"

 "Unidentified supersonic radar contact, bearing oh-one-one, time overhead fifty seconds and counting!" he snaps, instantly looking about for the nearest example of good, solid cover that might take the group.
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Malefic at first assumed he had misheard the the tiger-borg. He thought to himself
Really? On my first patrol, I get the whole squad wiped out by some CS aircraft?

He looked around frantically to find some sort of cover.

Mephisto shouted some quick orders to both of his demon servants. "Turn invisible immediately, then head 100 paces that way, and wait. Stay there until ordered otherwise by myself or an officer." He points away from the old battlefield/mine field.

Both giants do as ordered.

He then rides the skiff closer to stop between a half-destroyed spider skull walker, and a tank.

I wish I could help the rest of you... perhaps you should play dead? he says while looking at Disharmony.

He then begins casting a spell.
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Sergeant Mathilda Settle, rests her bike on its' side so as to not looked parked, and teleports on top of the APC. She waves to the others to follow (to hide inside).

"Quickly, everyone into the vehicles. I am going to check out the aircraft."

She then disappears, and reappears a few seconds later.

"It is a Coalition Death's Head transport. Heavily damaged. I think it is going to crash."

 'Masque on the other hand, has his own solution to the basic problem of where to hide when it's all hitting the fan and as the others head for cover he palms a small packet of something from his battle rattle and leaps short and high, using the momentum to ram the object into the ground.

 Backing off he drops to one knee beside Disharmony and holds up a hand to shield himself and two more to extend his poncho's protection to at least part of her before calling "Fire in hole!" and detonating the foxhole charge, wherein a very small amount of Northern Gun composition six goes 'boomph' and it briefly, messily rains mud over the nearby area - completely coating his poncho in the process.

 Then it's a simple "In we go!" to the cyborg dragoness, chivying her into the tight quarters of the instant foxhole over which he spreads the ponch quickly, turning it into another muddy patch of dirt that very, very rapidly falls to the same background temperature as everything else.

As the skiff heads down, Signal draws the pistol from it's holster and puts it in his satchel. Signal fastens his satchel to the rail on the skiff and leaves it there. Once the skiff sets down, Signal jumps overboard and crawls into the skull walker. Signal looks for a place that he can safely materialize with a steady view of the direction the ship is coming from. Signal puts his eye to the scope on his gun and waits for the ship to come into view.

PM

Signal calls out at the top of his lungs forgetting he has a radio, "Crash near by, prepare for a firefight. Watch fire, it's a prisoner transport. No need to hide!" He then hops up from his spot, leaving his rifle, and ghosts through the wreckage until he can stick his head out looking at the skiff.

"Did you get that?"

Signal finds a safe place to stand and materializes and asks while pointing to his satchel, "Can you toss me my pistol from that pack? Thanks."

Upon hearing flying machines Na-Wa's first reaction is to run and hide. When the order to do just that is made Na-Wa runs and hides.

Disharmony ran for the cover hiding under Masque's poncho as best she could. "This is all so unnecessary. We should just destroy whatever it is and be done with it." she whispered to Masque as they lay in the impromptu crater. Her curiosity piqued she used her enhanced hearing to make out the direction and type of aircraft. Discretion said that using an active sensor might result in an impending missile.

A Coalition Death's Head Transport blasts across the sky, trailing flames and thick black smoke behind it as it descends closer to the ground. The engines squeal, and one of them explodes, sending flaming-shrapnel for miles in all directions. One piece ricochets off the skull walker, and another splashes into the mud along with the heavy downpour.

The ground shakes as it is only two or three thousand feet above when it passes over the hiding Tolkeen squad. Na-Wa giggles as he feels it rumble deep in his belly.

It slams into the ground and finally comes to a halt, a mile east of your position. The tremors are enough to feel at this distance. The front end is flattened, and a hundred feet deep into the dirt and mud. The rain quickly douses the flames, and the horizon is quiet again.

Nothing stirs at the crash site...


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Malefic had taken a spot in the damaged APC. He poked his head out to watch the crash and quickly reported in to base "This is Lieutenant Malefic, squad two. We have a crashed Death's Head transport one mile from our position. No sign of survivors at this time..." those in the APC could see a sinister grin creep across his face. "Request reinforcements to secure crash site."

He then switched to the squad's channel so everyone could hear him. "Alright, let's secure the crash site until reinforcements show up." He hops down, and jogs to the hover skiff, and waits for the others to hop aboard and move out.
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Still standing hoping someone would toss him his gun signal turns around and grabs his rifle quick. He hops back into the skiff. "Okay lets get over there. If we hurry we might be able to save the Tolkeen prisoners on the transport. Oh there are survivors... Sir"  This whole chain of command thing was new for Signal but he remembered to use the proper title, he thinks.
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 "Is easier to do destroying if you are not all busy ducking missile fire, youbet." 'Masque replies as the two oversized cyborgs curl up in the foxhole, shutting down his own active systems as he hunkers more or less protectively over the dragon-borg, waiting for the crashing, rending impact to stop - after which he bounces nimbly out of the improvised foxhole, rumbling a cheerful "Up tail and out of mud radost moya!" before swinging down one of his heavy rifles and starting to move out 'on the bounce' to flank the crashed ship and get a clear view of the far side.

Mephisto climbs up onto the hoverskiff, moves to the pilot podium and nods to Leiutenant Malefic.

He looks to Signal and Na-Wa to make sure they are aboard before following Silvermasque.

Disharmony raised her head as the ship crashed. "So much fuss." the particle beam cannon rose from the recess on her shoulder, running through a rapid self test. "This one might humbly suggest that there might be valuable information and personnel on the ship worth retrieving before a rescue team is sent." Disharmony rose from the crater poised on the edge, her large feet and claws not sinking deeply into the mud. "Race you there?" she suggested to Masque.

Settle teleports back to her hovercycle, and leads the way to the crash site.

Na-Wa climbs up on the floating machine.

The squad races toward the still smoking wreckage of the transport. Mephisto waves his hand for his two demonic servants quickly board the skiff, before he takes off at full speed. Both demons become visible again, and drool with anticipation over the possibility of combat.

The squad approaches, and unfortunately there is nothing to provide much cover. There are some pieces of debris that are large enough to hide behind scattered about, otherwise everyone will be out in the open.

"Does anyone know where the main exits are to the vehicle? That's where we need to be. We need to keep them inside, possibly hold them off until reinforcements arrive."

 "No takers, move and cover!" 'Masque replies in response to Disharmony's suggestion, moving on the bounce to the edge of anything resembling solid cover, then palming a couple of hefty smoke charges into his lower-left hand and steadying them there against need as he covers the approach of Disharmony to (he hopes) the next big chunk of cover, after which he'll bound past to the next, leapfrogging up to the hull of the downed vessel and pointedly calling "Stay out of arc of fire of its guns, just in case, da?" to the squad in general.

The squad reaches the crashed vessel in under a minute. There is still no sign of any survivors.

It crashed front-end while flying south east. Your squad will be approaching from the north west, coming up to the rear of the transport.

The transport is still mostly intact. The front end is definitely collapsed, and several feet deep in dirt and mud. The left side, including some of the thrusters near the back have been blown apart by missiles, and some sort of plasma (this is where most of the pieces came from that were flying off the craft as it descended. It's also clear the hull has collapsed, and twisted in several places. There is no way it could fly, but it appears to be a stable structure for now.

*I can move you guys around, just let me know.

The skiff is the only form of cover out here. Until some foxholes are dug...


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After arriving to the rear of the transport, she disappears from her hovercycle, and reappears several seconds later. There is no sign of anybody else in any direction sir.

Malefic calls out orders over the squad channel "Disharmony, I want you in the air. Call out any soldiers you see climbing out of the transport, so we can cover their location. The rest of us will form up across from that hole in the side of the transport, as that's our only known point of entry thus far."

"Mephisto, I want you and your demons to head over to the first place Disharmony calls in. Move as soon as she identifies the other entrance. Until then, focus on this one."

"Signal, how do you know there are prisoners on board? Are you sure? Where are they from?"

As Mephisto takes the skiff out about 500 feet across from the side of the transport, Malefic adds, "If anyone has any special talents, that would be useful don't hesitate to mention it."
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"Sure thing" He casually answers to Lieutenant Malefic. He then looks to his demons "Dig two large foxholes over there, quickly!" he points to an area 20 feet from the skiff, closer to the death's head.

"I'm going to cover the entrance with a few carpets of adhesion, in case anyone was planning on charging inside there... mind a 10 foot strip..."

Mephisto then begins casting a spell.
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 The shift in directions causes 'Masque to stop moving about forty or fifty feet off the right flank of the main body of the group and go down on one knee, steadying his heavy rifle on-target at the breach in the vessel and checking that it's charged with a magazine of armour-piercing rounds, against the possibility that he might have to suppress turret weapons or pick specific targets out of a group... Once the team starts moving closer, he joins the general advance, remaining out on one flank to prevent the risk of one hit taking out most of the group... And keeping his smoke grenades to hand.

Na-Wa get off the hover ship and sniffs the air for the dogs the skull faced soilders had as pets. Na-Wa liked killing and eating them for dinner. He then looked at the crashed airship itself, looking for skull faced soilders.

The skin on Disharmony's back split, two engine's rotating out on either side of her midsection. The air filled with the whine of the turbines as air started flowing through the engines. Only a few seconds later Disharmony was rising into the air.

Her vision was filled with the icons of interesting things her sensor array was picking up for the Colaition craft hull. Disharmony thought this was something of a waste of her talent. She was a killer, an assassin, not an airbourne early warning system. "This one sees no sign of activity at the moment."

15:26, Today: Disharmony rolled 35 using 1d100. Detect Ambush. PASS
15:26, Today: Disharmony rolled 42 using 1d100. Read Sensory Instruments. PASS

Signal turns to Malefic, "They're in there. Tolkeen for sure, soldiers I think but might be citizens, or just gear, but definitely  Tolkeen, definitely of value to rescue. I'll head in and check it out, and radio out anything I see." Signal drops his satchel and double checks his pistol is in it's holster. He takes a small toolkit and hops off the skiff, phasing into his spectral form.

Signal, unless told otherwise, heads right for the crashed ship. He doesn't look for an entrance, just right up to the hull. In fact if he sees a door or entrance he stays away from it.
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While Signal is inside gathering information, Mephisto hops into one of the freshly-dug foxholes and continues casting his magic.

Both of his demons stand ready for combat on either side of his foxhole.

Malefic will hop into the other foxhole, and order Mephisto's demons to dig two more just like them a little closer to the transport. They comply, and Malefic likewise begins casting spells.

The head of a Coalition Cyborg Shock Trooper peaks around the corner of the hole in the side of the transport, but only for an instant. He tosses three smoke grenades just outside the craft, which stick where they land, thanks to Mephisto's carpets of adhesion. This hole is about 40 feet wide, and 15 feet tall. The interior of this part of the transport appears to be troop quarters.

It is at this time, that Drano and Nuitari report in over the radio with their ETAs.
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Over the next minute or so, a hushed whisper of Signal's voice squawks over the radio,

"10 special operations Units."

"100 skelebots."

"Massive biological weapon. Enough to carpet bomb Tolkeen."

"Only one prisoner Til Fenson, Tolkeen Spy."

"60% of weapons depleted, everything offline."

"Heading to find Til"
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Disharmony's voice sounded over the radio. "This one has detected incoming coalition forces. One Hellraiser, Four Terror Troopers, and 6 soldiers on hovercycles. They are three miles from your current position."
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Malefic looks up to give Disharmony a lng-distance dirty look as she reports in the bad news. He looks back at the gaping hole in the transport while doing the math in his head.

He reports in over the platoon radio channel, for all to hear "We are going to need that back up quickly Nuitari and Drano. We have a small Coalition squad en route, that should arrive just before you do Nuitari. They have confirmed heavy artillery and are approaching from the East.

We also have confirmed survivors on the transport, at least one so far. We have also discovered they have a prisoner on board, a former spy, named Till Fenson...? We will attempt to locate him. We also found reports of biological weapons on board.

My squad is small. We are attempting to secure the crash site, and engage incoming CS squad. Come with haste."
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Hellraiser
Terror Trooper


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"Disharmony, Masque, can you take out that CS squad before they arrive? I need you to take care of them. You can use Settle and Na-Wa if you require. We will focus on the transport for now... If you can't I need to know, and we will need to relocate to the other side of the transport to buy us some more time."
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Na-Wa didn’t like it, but the caller of demons was going to be well protected by his demons and the holw they a had dug. So Na-Wa jumps into the foxhole and waits for someone to tell him where to go.

PM

 "Could try, but would be dicey, da? Hellraiser is having big missiles, plus Terror Troopers are often having missile rifles. Add to cycles and could be big shitstorm incoming on small number of targets, youbet!" 'Masque reports, rapidly assessing the odds of a couple of combatants against half a dozen front-line CS military 'bots and air support and coming up with a number he doesn't like the sound of no matter how much firepower he may happen to possess while looking for a decent-sized foxhole or chunk of ground to take cover in.

 "We are needing pretty good point defence to weather storm before we can engage, unless mage is having clever trick." he adds, moving by bounds towards whatever cover he can locate while taking full advantage of his wide range of sensory augments.
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"Very well, let's move in to the ship, right up against it. Let's go!" He waits a few seconds for Na-Wa, Mephisto and the demons to get back on the skiff, before sailing off to the transport. He brings it to a stop, perpendicular to the crashed ship.

"Meph, set up defensive positions facing that smoking hole, keep them close to the wall. Na-Wa and Settle take positions facing the hole, get some grenades in there." He doesn't bother with Masque, assuming the seasoned soldier will know exactly what to do. "Disharmony you should come back down to us, in case they target you with missiles."

PM





Squad One can be seen approaching, with the other hover skiff, four hovercycles and Smoke Perkins, their giant cyborg. They slow their approach so as to not spray Squad Two with mud and water.

Lieutenant Nuitari can be seen piloting the skiff, his 3 demons riding along. Lotus is now here on her hovercycle, and they are all accompanied by 4 humanoid Cyber Knights, and some strange creature (possibly another summoned demon of Nuitari's) riding at the back of the skiff).

Nuitari leads them around behind the transport, and circles around so as to not be wide open to incoming fire from the smoking hole in the side of it.

*Anyone with 6th sense, it is going off. (except Signal)

Bob The holy Terror jumps from the Skiff. The ground "Thuds" as he hits it.  Bob is big, 10 feet tall of armor.  His face a visor shaped like a smile of sorts.


He wears a large back pack full of missles, he also has many weapons and jewels on him that hold PPE.
As he gets down he looks around, taking in the situation

As he looks His 6th sence goes off....He suddenly GROWS to 20..


He moves fast for something of his size, towards the cyber knights..

"Get under me!!!" He yells to them, attempting to use his body as a shield from whaterever it is that may be coming down on them.



OOC-Bob is going to use his body to shield and SDC thing/human he can, from what ever it is that is making his 6th sence go off.
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Na-Wa freezes for a bit before yelling out. “Skull faced dogs in the hole! Bad things about to happen to Na-Wa!!!!!!!!!!!” Ducking back in the hole, Na-Wa readies grenade.  After throwing the grenade, the dimwit Psi-Stalker ducks back into his hidey hole. He then pops back up and throws the second grenade, before hiding again.

15:01, Today: Na - Wa rolled 1 using 1d20. init +8.
Epic fail
15:06, Today: Na - Wa rolled 34 using 2d20. grenades +7.
17 and 17 fro rolls (I forgot the +2 from targeting)
15:07, Today: Na - Wa rolled 31 using 3d20. dodges+7. (10,14,7)
Action 1: Yelling out
Action 2: duck/dodge/take cover, unat 17
Action 3: throw grenade, unat 24 (19 MDC to12 foot area)
Action 4: duck/dodge/take cover, unat 21
Action 5: throw grenade, unat 24 (16 MDC to12 foot area)
Action 6: duck/dodge/take cover, unat 14

Wohn-Ecke does what he can to help....

Seeing the reactions of his comrades, Sir Aries activates the Armor of Ithan & SN Strength abilities on his armor and draws his battle fury blade.

"Bring on the Coalition.  Their mechanized warfare will by their undoing!"

 It probably goes without saying at this point that 'Masque is rapidly opening the distance between himself and the bulk of the group in order to avoid being blasted by an area-of-effect munition of some sort while he cycles his weapon systems up, switches out his grenade launcher magazine for a fragmentation clip and reserves the vast majority of his attention for Not Being There if bad things happen.

Smoke jogs over to Silvermasque "Hey gear box, I figure you've got your head well-connected. What are you thinking for their approach? Those Tolkeen mages are going to just tell us to stand and shoot that way... what are you thinking? Maybe we hit them first?"

Nuitari scans the surroundings, the crashed ship and quickly scribbles some notes down on a pad of paper, all while remaining on top of his hover skiff. After about 20 seconds he speaks over the radio.

"Leiutenant Malefic, I want you to take Wierzbowski's squad inside the transport. Mephisto and the demons will be joining you as well. Secure any survivors as prisoners if possible. Bob was it? You are staying out here for the fire fight."

Noticing the magic sword Sir Aries draws out... "Sir Aries, I want you with Malefic's team as well."

"Wierzbowski, park your bikes by the smoke bellowing from the side of the ship. Join up with Lieutenant Malefic, you will be going inside the transport."

"Signal, we are sending a team inside the transport. I want you to arrange rescuing that prisoner. You are now on Malefic's squad, coordinate with him and his team."

"Silvermasque, I want you to arrange the others to take out that incoming CS squad. I will be occupied for the next several moments."

Nuitari then instructs his 2 Alu demons to follow Mephisto's orders, as though they were his own. Then his mare is instructed to not take his eyes away from the hole in the transport, and to report any Coalition sightings.

He then begins casting his magic...




Squad One For Sir Aries, and Signal
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"Yes sir. My people, with me!" Malefic jogs over toward the hole in the transport. Assuming Mephisto, Aries and the demons stack up behind him, he will wait for Wierzbowski and her team to dismount before sending anyone inside.
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Suddenly in mid-air and not too far from Disharmony, a large draconic figure appeared. Jack the Mystic Dragon Knight in dragon form! He gave a toothy grin to Disharmony as he began to circle around the site but staggered from the dragon borg's own circling.

 "Da." is 'Masques only initial response to the instruction to 'take out that squad', after which he spends a few moments scanning the terrain and coming up with a hasty action plan, responding to Smoke's question with a small shake of the head, "Is being too bitty a little squad to fight with maneuver. Half can move fast, half cannot... I am thinking let them get in closer to crash then enfilade with fire from one flank, then some charge to engage and others pick off flyers..." the big tiger goes on to explain quickly.

 "Only trick is being not get smeared in first exchange by wall of missiles, youbet. Are mages having clever plan to be dealing with this?" he asks, turning his head to Lotus, Nuitari and 'Bob' to make it clear where the question is going.

Lotus definitely did not like the sound of dealing with a wall of missiles, but seeing Jack appear above her gave her strength.

Realizing there is no time for suggestions, and approvals, she announces "My magic is not... that sort of magic... I will be attacking them from the north as they approach. We should focus our fire. I will be targeting the Hellraiser, then the Terror Troopers. Welcome to the party Jack."

She says as she is jogging in that direction. She then speaks the words to a spell and vanishes from sight.
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Settle nods, and adds "That sounds like a plan, I'll hit from the north as well. Hellraiser first."

Unless told otherwise, she will teleport away (assumedly somewhere to the north of the approach). Her hovercycle is left behind for anyone to use as necessary.

*EDIT : Settle also tossed in 2 grenades as ordered, before Malefic and thoe others line up, and prepare to go inside. She directs Na-Wa to focus on the incoming CS unit, and let the others worry about the transport.
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Jack grinned and replied over the radio, "Always a pleasure, Lotussss." He then turns off his radio mic for a moment, hisses in a strange language, and rears up in mid-flight for a moment as he casts a spell upon himself.

Bob has grown to 20 feet tall.  He is large and looks like a waling tank of armor.

He pushes a few buttons a remote control that is covered in jewels and ppe batteries.

Suddenly, 3 MORE Giant Bobs Appear Next to him!!!!

He gives a great bellow..."BRING IT" He screams into the air pounding on his chest!


OOC-Casting
Protection from Energy
Protection from Fire
Mirror Image (1d4)+1 (Rolled a 2)

Nuitari shakes his head in response to Masque, indicating that none of his spells are going to win this battle on their own, or cause any great sway.

"Use the skiffs for cover!" Nuitari starts to drive one out to about one hundred feet from the transport, and turns to leave one side facing the CS, then deactivates it completely. He hops off and jogs to the other skiff if nobody else is on their way.

"Jack, get to Lotus and Settle, attack with them from the North"
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Jelme nods to Silvermasque at some point when they make eye to visor contact. He rides his robot horse up to the parked skiff, and dismounts. He takes out his rifle and waves the other two cyber knights over as well.

Daritai, kicks his hovercycle into gear, and follows Jelme to the cover of the skiff.

Thompson follows the other two, on his hovercycle, checking back over his shoulder to see if Sir Aries and the others made it inside the transport yet...

The Coalition Forces are moments away from crossing the 1 mile mark...

One Hellraiser
Four Terror Troopers
Six Infantry on Northern Gun hovercycles.

 "Alright, so Bob is being volunteer to draw missile fire, I can be living with this..." 'Masque comments while unlimbering his other grenade launcher and going over to fragmentation rounds for both again, adjusting his loadout to suit the situation at hand while Settle and Lotus make the decision of which flank they'll be shooting from for him - and in truth, one is as good as the other.

 "Alright people, Bob you are base of fire here along with anyone who is having good counterbattery capacity, everyone else skirmish order along northern flank out to one hundred yards, looking to take Skullboys in flank as they engage Bob. Hold fire until missiles are deployed, first target for heavy units is Hellraiser, light infantry knock out those skycycles as they present. We give them hard volley of fire for fifteen seconds, then close assault and mix it up with them - be warned I will be opening with grenade storm, so no jumping gun, da? when we close, Jack and Disharmony you are to take out air cover." the big tiger orders, setting action to words and bounding northwards to seek cover, confident that the basic shape of the ambush to come - because an ambush it will be if all the Coalition boys are staring at Bob - is about as well-founded as can be hoped for.

Jack chuckled a bit. He knew that two "dragons" would draw fire as well, especially if they were flying. But he kept silent as he listened.

Wait...the large multiplying creature's name was...BOB?? That amused the dragon who gave a fiery snort of amusement.

Air cover? Of course. That was what he had planned, but at least he was on the same page as the non-mercenaries for once.

Bob looked down and noded, all 20 feet of him.

"I can handle whatever they throw at me..It would be nice to get in on the action to" He said Rubbing his giant clawed hands together.

Leaving Bob at the crash site to draw the enemy fire, Silvermasque and most of the rest of the squad prepared to strike from the north as the CS moved in...

(Jack, Lotus and Settle are further along)




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 "Take cover and hold fire until Skullboys are well in range, we don't want them catching wind of their surprise party, da!" 'Masque calls, looking for just about any suitable scrap of ground or piece of wreckage to pile in next to.

Disharmony laid with her belly touching the ground. All active systems disengaged, she would remain passive until the moment to strike came along. She wondered which target she should go for, the only way to make the robots panic would be to aim for the pilots compartment. Checking her systems readiness, she remained lying, coiled and waiting for the deadboys to grow closer.

Jack sighed. He was told to provide air cover, but then he was told to find cover and hide until the enemy showed up. That was not easy to do both!! Dragons, even hatchling dragons were not exactly SMALL! So with much grumbling (but not on the radios) he shifted to human form AGAIN and found a place to hide until it was time for him to take to the skies once more.

Smoke climbs the hill, and digs himself into the side. He peers over, to get a look at the field. Speaking to the others near him "That Bob guy... he is either one crazy S.O.B.... or is he really going to just eat whatever that CS squad throws at'im?"

"He can definitely take a lot... but even I don't know if he can handle this much! Ah, it is good to be back to fearing for my life alongside you again Silvermasque. I missed my time with Pluto."

 'Masque now... 'Masque just grins. Oh sure, Jack's grumbling but if there was a soldier in any army in history who didn't then they kept it a bloody good secret and the fact that he's willing to actually take cover immediately puts the hatchling into the top percentile or so of supernatural creatures the big Russian 'borg has been working with so far.

 Hell, even Disharmony has hunkered down when he ordered her to, which wasn't something he was expecting. Hoping for, yes... but not expecting.

 And as a bonus, there's Jelme settling into a scrape in the dirt where he, Smoke and anyone else in range can back-and-forth while the Coalition patrol screams in for the 'kill', "In Tolkeen forces, I am so far finding six of one, half a dozen of other. He is probably crazy, but that is not mean he cannot be surviving missiles - and duplicate selves is damn' good idea, da."

The incoming Coalition force stops their advance at just over a mile... They are just standing there...

Bob pulls out his TW remote control, (a large magical device) and pushes a few buttons.

He chuckles to himself and says "This should be fun" putting the remote away. ooc-casting House of Glass.

He then Bellows as loud as he can "Come on you Scum!!!"
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"I hope Drano and Comartin arrive before the Coalition reinforcements do... With their range advantage, we could take out that squad before they could flee... If theirs arrive first... we may be in a heap of trouble."

"It's bloody killing me! They are right bloody there!" Smoke vocalizes his frustrations of waiting for the enemy to move into range...

 "Da, there they are... Because I am guessing they are not wanting to dance. And since we are only having to stop them stopping us, that is good enough for now." 'Masque replies over the squad 'comm, keeping a damn' close eye on his sensor net and the actions of the rest of the team, thoughtfully adding "Is possible they are calling for artillery or air however. Is anyone seeing laser rangefinders?" while dialing through his own visual options.

The 3rd comes back out of the transport with the crippled, and bloody 'spy' on a strange looking stretcher, with large motorcycle-like wheels. They are just a few feet behind Bob.

The 3rd pushes the stretcher out of the transport and looks around for a 'safe' place away from the transport like the LT said. "Umm, anyone got a bright idea where we can leave this guy? The LT said leave him in a safe place..."

Assuming The 3rd asked that question over the radio...

"Shit. You will have to keep him at the transport until the glitter boys arrive to push the CS force back. As soon as they fall back, move the prisoner to our position. Is the transport secure?"
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Five minutes pass. Dusk, and Heinrich's hover truck are now approaching the crash site.

Drano, Comartin and Bullovah are one minute behind them, and will be within range of the CS squad at that time.

As Dusk and the truck come into sight, Nuitari will hop on the radio once again "Sergeant Dusk. Take your squad around to the other side of the transport. Circle around and find a position by the front of the vessel. In 60 seconds, the glitter boys are going to open up on them, and they will be forced to flee, south or south west. If you are able to find an attack position, I may want you to rush them and take them out as they retreat. Please report in when you are in position. Jack, you can rejoin your squad."
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Simultaneously as the first shot zooms between the main squad, and Lotus and Settles position, and slams into the Hellraiser's shoulder, causing it to stumble and knock one of the cycle pilots from his bike -- Sgt. Pierce announces their presence over the radio "We're here".

This is followed by a relentless onslaught of giant rail gun rounds tearing into the Coalition force. The Hellraiser is cut to pieces before the others even begin to retreat. But not before it launches one of its' medium-range missiles toward sqaud two's position, exploding into the hill they are using for cover. The explosion is muffled, and looks like it was just filled with mud, launching into the air and back down all over the squad.

The Chromium Guardsmen do not let up until all of the Terror Troopers are immobile, and laying in a line leading south east. They have gotten skilled at judging the distance necessary to take out certain CS units, and are able to take all five of them out without having to unlock. The hovercycles are too fast however, and with the rain, very difficult to hit...

The pilots are likely still alive in the Hellraiser and both Terror Troopers.
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As the Coalition squad move away, and it becomes apparent the hovercycles will be out of range shortly, he pulls the radio up once more

"Sergeant Dusk, take your squad in and finish them off. Prisoners if possible."

"Great job everyone, keep it up. This isn't over yet."

"Sergeant Pierce, come on in. Glad you could make it."

"Malefic, get that wounded man to my position. And secure the transport, we have to hold it until Tolkeen reinforcements get here."


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Jack shook his head and sighed. He stood back up and brushed himself off. "All that build up an' nothin' to show for it. Disappointin'." He glanced at Disharmony and shrugged.

"Jack! You were ordered to rejoin your squad, they are about to assault the fleeing hovercycles and I am sure would apreciate your presence..."

One of the mercenaries that came in with Wierzbowski's squad is seen headed toward Second Squad's position on his hovercycle. There is a stretcher with someone on it, somehow attached to the front of his hovercycle.

Jack laughed, "I'm goin', I'm goin'!" He leapt into the air once more and as he did so his form began to stretch, grow and contort back into a dragon once more as well. He flapped his wings and soared upwards and back to his squad.

Bob stood his place..His spells cast he simply wondered and waited..

He was 1000 lbs of armor and weapons..He should be in the front lines tearing and smashing..

He looked down at his group.."What are we doing here..Just sit and wait..I wanna smash something already" He said giving a chuckle.

 Five minutes pass... Which is just fine by 'Masque, who watches the Coalition force watching them with perfect calm since it's all too easy to get your ass shot off on any given day, making moments in which it's still attached and likely to stay so all the more precious. Then all hell breaks loose of course, Boom Gun slugs slashing downrange to tear massive chunks of armour out of the foe in an entirely gratifying fashion and scatter the enemy before they can recover from the initial shock.

 Holding his position for the time being - and with no orders to do otherwise - he continues to cover operations at the transport with his guns levelled until his head perks up and he swings it to look towards Disharmony before speaking up to warn the remainder of the squad "We are having contact. Four minutes and closing from the south-east, Deaths Head class or larger."

Nuitari is calm, and clear in his instructions.

"Third Platoon, and the Juyong Outpost troops, we are not getting any air support, and any reinforcements are a distance away. Our orders are to hold this crash site until told otherwise, and that is what we are going to do.

The incoming transport is likely filled with SAMs, or the like. It is about to get real messy, real fast.

Malefic, I need you to spare as many from your squad as possible to assist with whatever comes out of the transport."

And then there is the issue of the units climbing out of the hatch, as reported in by Signal...

"Sergeant Pierce, you and Comartin should rejoin your squad as soon as you can."

"Silvermasque, take Disharmony, Smoke and Na-Wa and take out whatever is climbing out of that hatch.

Bob, you are with them."

 "Da!" calls 'Masque before snapping out some quick orders, hastily calling "Everyone in place, improve your position - dig like lives depended upon it... Smoke, you take Na-wa left, Disharmony you swing around come at hatch from back, me I go right, go for close combat... No sense shooting one another in foot!", setting action to words as he takes one step, two steps and leaps for the top of the grounded vessel, grenade launcher sliding into its scabbard over his back and being replaced by a series of short, wide-bladed vibro-weapons that look like machetes on steroids, each of which powers up within a heartbeat of being nestled in his palms.
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As Masque's squad breaks off, Mephisto, Cpl. Wierzbowski and one of the shifters demonic minions hop back out of the transport.

The Corporal hops on her bike, and heads over to Nuitari's position. Mephisto, orders his demon to follow him, and they both follow Bob to join Masque's squad.

"Hell Ya! Rumbles Bob..


"Lets do some smashing!" He says as he rubs his fists togehter and the 3 others of him do the same :)

"Sounds good." Smoke replies to Masque while he heads out to the left as they approach, to assault the transport.
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Na-Wa quickly asks Whon-Ecke which side was left before moving to the left side of the hatch. The dimwitted Psi-Stalker then draws his rune sword with his right hand and a vibro knife with the other.

*In order for Na-Wa to keep up, he will have to hold on to the Back of Smoke Perkins while he rocket-jumps all the way there...

As Silvermasque makes his final leap toward the transport, and Disharmony comes in from the side, a lone cyborg peaks around the far corner, and takes aim at the dragon borg.



*Initiative please


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Na-Wa hangs onto the back of the Smoking Cyborg.


OOC: Na-wa has a spd att of 43. So he might have been able to run.
This message was last edited by the player at 20:43, Thu 08 Nov 2012.

You rolled 10 using 1d20+2 ((8)).


Bob also runs with the group, well, all 3 of him.  He moves with a spd and tenisty.  Giving great Roars of anger and excitment before he will crash head first into anything that gets into his way...

 All of 'Masque's hands are full, which prevents him from bringing his particle beam generators to bear on the Cyborg taking aim at the fast-moving Disharmony, but he can still bring up his upper-left arm, a trio of whisper-fine laser beams slashing out from it to strike at the CS soldier in an attempt to spoil his aim while he shouts "Na-wa, Smoke. Take the Juicer on top, Disharmony, see 'borg by back of ship? He's yours!"

 All this of course, while he's still in the air.

Bob runs and as he does rasies his hands..With Light and Thunder..HIs hands fire great arcs of lightning from them.

He snarls and roars in power and anger as he strikes his death down upon his enemies..
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:10, Fri 09 Nov 2012.

When in range, Smoke will leap up to the top of the transport and head right for the juicer - whether Na-Wa is hanging on or not.

OOC : Few questions/requests :

Bob - Which target are you attacking? (I am assuming the cyborg on the ground, around to the other side of the transport).

Silvermasque - strike/parry/dodge rolls please

Na-Wa - First few seconds of combat intentions and rolls please
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Disharmony ran around the transport according to Masque's suggestions. Outright battle was distasteful to her. She much preferred the strike from cover. As masque suggested a target to her, she targetted the borg.

"It is being suggested that in future, one might prefer to leave this to others."
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Second Zero

Silvermasque lands with a thud on top of the transport, and opens fire before anyone else has a chance to react, but misses unfortunately. A small piece of ground near the cyborg is scorched, and smoking from the missed shot.


Disharmony steadied and took careful aim at the cyborgs' head.

Na-Wa is first to charge the juicer once he hopped down from Smoke. He fires a triple-burst at him with his laser pistol while closing the distance to engage with his sword. The juicer spots them coming from behind and springs to his feet, in an attempt to dodge, but is too slow.


Bob circles around the transport, until he can see the cyborg at the back, and fires bolts of lightning from the palm of his hand, but misses.


Mephisto is right behind Bob, now covered in shimmering armor, he continues to cast more of his magic.

Deumos, the Brek Shall demon charges ahead of Mephisto, and passes Bob, on his way to take the cyborg hand to hand.

Smoke Perkins charges forward, pulling out his chainsaw with his left hand, and firing at the juicer with his foerearm rail gun, with his right. Again the juicer is hit, this time knocking him on his back, dropping the missile rifle with the blast of the rail gun.


Second One

~*~

Second Two

Disharmony sends off a particle beam blast for the Cyborgs' face, and just barely makes it. His helmet takes some serious damage, and he staggers back a foot, but he continues fighting on.

The Cyborg steadies and returns fire at Disharmony with his CTT P40 massive laser canon. She narrowly evades the blast, and takes no damage.


A second Cyborg steps out from hiding up against the transport wall, and also fires at Disharmony, with a SAMAS rail gun. He also misses as Disharmony maneuvers the first cyborgs' attempt.


The juicer on top of the transport, now on his feet, draws a pistol and returns fire on the wild psi-stalker, and prepares to engage him hand to hand with his massive vibro claws. Na-Wa attempts to parry with his sword, but is not quite fast enough, and he is hit in the chest, scorching Na-Wa's armor slightly.


A second juicer, reveals himself behind the two cyborgs by the rear of the ship, and opens fire on Disharmony as well, but misses.
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 Leaving Na-Wa and Smoke to engage the Juicers, 'Masque remarks cheerfully "You are always wanting dance partner!" to Disharmony as she effortlessly glides between streaks of incoming particle and kinetic weapons fire before landing on the back of the downed ship with a resounding ringing 'bong' that has no chance to settle before he's moving again, dropping down onto the railgun-wielding gunner with all four short, vicious chopping blades directed downwards in a viciously effective-looking strike that's plainly not intended to leave a survivor.

Na-Wa swings and hacks at the fast Skull moving face soldier with Whon-ecke in his right hand and shoot his the pistol (at near point blank range) into it as well.

"It is the dance itself which gives pleasure, each note a perfect synthesis of form, motion and grace." She leapt to one side, much more gracefully than a 3 ton dragon should, pressing home the attack on the heavy borg. "They appear to be like ants leaving the nest. I appear to be drawing much of their fire. Please note, two borgs, one psychic and two juicers visible from my position."
This message was last edited by the player at 03:46, Tue 20 Nov 2012.

Second Three

Silvermasque leaps down behind the trio behind the transport, bringing all four of his vibro swords down on top of the first cyborg that revealed himself.


The heavy cybor is caught off guard and collapses under the white tigers' attack. Masque lands his first strike in the absolute perfect spot, destroying the heavy armor in ONE HIT! The damage from the first four simultaneous strikes bleed through, leaving huge gashes in his cyborg body. The blades squeak against metal as they are pulled back out, and Masque prepares to strike again. The 'borg is all but defeated...

Disharmony recovers from the evasive maneuvers, and must ascend, to fly above the battle, to ensure she does not hit her own squad.

Na-Wa slashes and shoots at the same time at the juicer on top of the transport, while making sure to stay out of Smoke Perkins' line of sight. The juicer attempts to dodge, but the wild psi-stalker is too fast.

Na - Wa rolled 15 using 1d20 sword strike +6. = 12
Na - Wa rolled 17 using 1d20 shoot pistol near point blank range +3. = 9
Mike rolled 14 using 1d20+8. juicer dodge (no dodge penalty for projectiles within 10 feet).
Total = 21 MD to Juicer main body

Bob has to move past Deumos to get a clear shot. As he gets closer his multiple image spell, and all active spells suddenly drop. Bob opens fire on the second cyborg, again with lightning from the palm of his hand, leaving a small scorch mark on the cyborgs' armor.


Mephisto raises one hand, clearly to unleash a spell, but there is no effect.

Deumos, the large Brek-Shall demon stomps his foot down on the head of the cyborg Masque' took down. The helmet shatters, after sustaining massive damage from Disharmony earlier. (The cyborgs' un-armored head is still at 100% however)

Smoke swings his chainsaw at the juicers' legs, while continuing to fire with his forearm rail gun - making sure not to hit Na-Wa. The juicer evades the rail gun blast, but the chainsaw slices across his leg, sending sparks flying. The jucier falls to one knee, but holds his balance. His leg-armor is holding up fine.

The juicer on top of the transport back flips, landing inside the hatch and slides down the ladder back inside the transport. Growling and snarling can be heard, along with gunfire as the jucier now has to deal with three demons and Lieutenant Malefic down below.

The psychic soldier walks backward to distance himself from Silvermasque and Deumos, and takes a shot at Bob with his plasma rifle.
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Second Four

The cyborg Masque knocked down, Deumos stepped on, appears to have accepted his fate and lays motionless at their feet.

The cyborg still standing is ignoring Disharmony, and opens fire on Silvermasque with his rail gun. 'Masque attempts to sidestep the blast, but is not quite fast enough. Silvermasque is hit in the chest.



Second Five

Silvermasque adjusts after trying to dodge, and taking the impact of the rail gun.

Disharmony flies overtop of the group and fires down on the still-standing cyborg. Striking him in the top of his head with her particle beam cannon, nearly disintigrating it in one shot. The pieces fall to the ground, revealing his human-prosthetic face attached to his bionic skull.


Na-Wa changes his target to the psychic, as the juicer is no longer in sight, and should be taken care of by the rest of the platoon inside the transport. Taking aim, and firing with his pistol, he misses.

Bob blasts lightning at the standing cyborg again from the palm of his hand. The blast leaves another small scorch mark on the cyborgs' heavy body armor.


Deumos stomps on the cyborgs' head again, and he will continue to do so until it is crushed. This second stomp is deflected off the skull of the 'borg and does little to no damage.

Smoke turns around and aims at the standing cyborgs' now-revealed head, firing with his forearm rail gun from the top of the transport still. He misses, and hits the main body instead, knocking the cyborg back a step with the impact. The armor now has a visible dent, but it holds strong.

The psychic soldier takes another shot at Bob with hisplasma rifle.


The remaining juicer walks backward while shooting at Deumos. He looks back and forth between Silvermasque, Bob and Deumos and simply chose the monster the others weren't shooting at yet. The plasma blast lightly scorches the demons' armor, and singes some fur.
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Second Six

Disharmony takes the time to aim at the head again before firing.

Mephisto moves out of the psychic's anti-magic range and decides to ignore him. He raises his hand and calls down a bolt of lightning from the sky, striking the cyborg in the shoulder, leaving a black scorch stripe down his back. His armor remains in tact.

The cyborg on the ground rolls to his back in one last attempt to take revenge on Silvermasque for taking him out of the war (in his opinion) prematurely. He has his rifle at the ready and fires from the hip, hoping for a lucky shot, and plants a plasma stream directly into Silvermasque's face.


The standing cyborg fires another shot at Silvermasque as well, landing another rail gun slug into his chest.


The juicer takes another shot at Demos, but the demons' flesh is tough.


Second Seven

Silvermasque rushes the desperate 'borg and finishes him off with another flury of vibro-swords. The cyborgs' body shuts down, but with the head intact, he is still alive.



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Bob now in range will contiune to smash anything he can..

6 attcks (using power punch, so 3 attacks)

Bob, roars as he attacks the coaltion.  He hated evil in any and all its forms and he would make sure that he did whatever he could to help ride this world of the evil that so dominated it..
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Second Eight

Disharmony takes her aimed shot at the standing borg completely melting the entire head. The cyborg remains standing, though he is very dead.


Na-Wa fires again at the psychic, as his original target is still inside the transport, and out of sight. The psychic is hit in the chest, bringing his armor down to 40%.


Bob moves in to smash anything he can, and tries to punch the juicer, but the juicer easily dodges.


Smoke Perkins fires at the juicer now that both 'borgs are dead, hitting him in the chest and knocking him on his back.

Deumos stands on the juicers' chest, and begins pounding on his face until he hits dirt.

The psychic drops his rifle and raises his arms to surrender.

Combat is over for now.
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Bob gives a cry of triumph! He stands upon the broken wreckage pounding his chest!

This was just one of many fights he would be in.  Bob fought for the good of the people and the good of the fight. He wanted to be imporatnat.  He was a hero and he would fight and die for what he believed what right.
This message was last edited by the player at 01:42, Wed 28 Nov 2012.

 It was a long few minutes, waiting for the second transport to arrive overhead. Silvermasque's team delivers their prisoner to the main group of prisoners with squad three (disarmed and disarmored of course). Ensuring the entire platoon is aware that this prisoner is a Psi-Nullifier, and was interfering with their magic. Then rejoining Lieutenant Nuitari and the rest of squad two. Corporal Wierzbowski makes the rounds, conjuring camoflauged tarps for everyone in the platoon. With a near-perfect recreation of the surrounding terrain, the tarps look like real ground, from just a few feet away.

The transport remains safely out of the boom-gun range, and slows to a hover above the platoon. The rain continues to pour down, and lightning crackles across the sky. The Death's Head hovers there for several seconds, before the rear ramp slowly opens...

Hundreds of skelebots pour out of the transport like a swarm of hornets, free-falling  for most of the descent to the ground. Once they are just a thousand feet from impact, they activate tiny jet-packs installed on their backs, that couldn't hold much more fuel to last for anything other than a very short controlled drop. There must be four or five hundred of them raining down... The rain and thunder are too loud to hear any of this, but it makes a terrifying image against the backdrop of lightning flashes...

*It has been 4 minutes since the transport was called in over the radio.
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Nuitari's eyes widen at the display of Coalition might literally raining down to destroy his platoon. He considers the resources he has to work with a moment, then takes up his radio "Take out as many of them as you can before they reach the ground! We must hold this position! Lieutenant Malefic, secure that transport immediately!"

 'Masque's melee with the Coalition 'borg is resolved in short moments, the energy dumped into the Triax-made defensive screen shielding his massive body causing it to shimmer as it radiates heat into the atmosphere, the generators that maintain it struggling to shed the overload as he smoothly deactivates and sheaths his blades while shouldering his deactivated foe - not merely the psionic then, but the 'borg as well are delivered to prisoner-dom before he heads back and oversees the squad, digging in as best possible for the next assault...

 ...which isn't long in coming and is greeted by 'Masque rumbling "This is going to be made of suck, youbet..." and bringing up his paired grenade launchers, chambering both with fragmentation rounds and spending the time until the Coalition 'bots enter firing range calculating firing trajectories and calling out "Is being good idea to take cover... If anyone is having clever tricks to deflect incoming fire or make fortifications, now is being time to use, da!"

"This is gonna be fun" Rumbles Bob

Casting: Time Slip (*gives 2 actions)

Action 1 (casting deflect on myself)
Action 2 (teleporting into the mass of coalition forces)
I have mirror image, house of glass, armor of Ithan on me.
Once in the fray Bob will begin to stop, tear, and smash!!!!


Bob is standing there one minute (with multiple images) and suddenly appears in the middle of the coalition forces.  His growls of anger fill the air as he terrors at the things with both tooth and nail..and his mouth opens..Out pours TONS of smoke covering him and all those around him..Only the ripping of metal can be heard!

OOC-Using Could of Smoke once Im in the middle of the skelebots.
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*Bob - your spells were actually all DISPELLED as you approached the CS psychic. This info may have been lost during combat. You will have to re-cast them.

The Coalition transport is about 6 kilometers from the ground when it releases the skelebots. It will be gaining altitude as the last 'bot is off the ramp. As soon as the skelebots fall within range of the boom guns, Drano and Comartin open fire. The 'bots tuck in and freefall, head first to minimize the time before impact.

The glitter boys have a full 27 seconds of unanswered blasting into the swarm above. Both pilots take advantage of the situation, lock in, and go full offensive (doubling their actions, but hindering their ability to defend). Sgt. Pierce gets off 38 shots, and Comartin 35 before the skelebots fall within the one-mile range and return fire. They have damaged or destroyed 25% of them already...

Anyone else with a 1-mile range weapon may open fire. Any additional defenses can be set up as well.

Skelebot (Old)
Skelebot (New)

Death's Head Transport
This message was last edited by the GM at 18:45, Sun 09 Dec 2012.

Na-Wa stays down and hides.

Nuitari watches the glitter boys save the day yet again and take out a large portion of the descending skelebots. He realizes though that they will nopt take out enough, and there still may be well over a hundred make it within firing range... there may also end up being additional units other than skelebots among them...

He scans the battlefield again and again, and contemplates various options and outcomes for the coming battle.

Remaining in place will ensure nothing but mass casualties, and no guarantee of survival for anyone. Ther eis no telling how far away Tolkeen reinforcements are, or how far more Coalition units are...

He must decide, and quickly. Many lives are at stake.

Confident they are no longer at risk of being carpet-bombed by the transport, he makes hsi choice.

"Third Platoon! Make for the crashed transport immediately! Sergeant Pierce, Comartin, Silvermasque, Disharmony, Bob, Jack, Bullovah, Deumos; You will form a perimeter at the side entrance to the transport, outside on the ground. Smaller sharpshooters take positions behind them. I need a team to either seal the roof hatch at the back, or defend it from entry. Park the skiffs and the hover truck by the side entrance to use as cover - and bring all prisoners inside. Secure them as well as possible. We must dig in and hold out as best we can, and we will be slaughtered if we stay out here waiting for the swarm. For Tolkeen!"

Nuitari immediately begins driving his hover skiff over to the side of the transport again.

"Corporal Zander, we are coming up behind you please ensure we are clear to enter. Will you need support or is your team ok?"
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Mephisto hops on the second skiff, and follows Nuitari to the crashed transport as ordered. He will wait for anyone wanting a ride over, before blasting off at full speed behind the lieutenant.
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Jelme, atop his robot horse, and the other two Knights on hovercycles follow closely behind the skiffs.

Lotus and Settle can be seen coming in from their distant flanking position, headed straight for the transport.

The Glitter Boys continue to fire, while Lieutenant Nuitari and his squad can be seen speeding for the transport for cover before the 'bots reach the ground. The descending skelebots hit terminal velocity some time ago, and are just seconds from entering standard weapons range. As they get closer, some of them are visibly not typical skelebots... Some appear to be some new-model of multi-armed demonic robots, while others are heavy cyborgs.

Wierzbowski and Bullovah move off to their new positions as ordered in by Nuitari, while Thasha and Boris remain with Pierce and Comartin to ensure they are protected while they stand out in the open and shoot down as many as they can...

Thasha moves over to stand next to Comartin, while Boris remains hovering slightly off the ground next to Pierce.

The heavy cyborgs are armed with several weapons each, but some have missile rifles and return fire the moment they are within range, focusing entirely on the two chromium guardsmen.

A total of eight mini-missile volleys (of four each) pour down from the sky along with the torrential rain. (4 volleys on each GB). These missiles are fired from 8 separate missile rifles almost simultaneously once they reach the 1 mile distance.

Both Pierce and Comartin remain locked in place firing back up at the aggressors.

Boris is able to shoot one missile prior to hitting its' target, detonating it and another missile in mid-air. Pierce is lucky and is only hit with one volley (Boris detonated two that were already going to miss). It appears that aiming unguided mini-missiles while falling in maximum velocity is quite difficult. Comartin, is unluckily hit with 2 volleys. The others miss their tagets and detonate all around the four soldiers and engulf them in flames, debris and mud. Thasha is hit by at least one of the missed-volleys and is blown off his feet, leaving most of his armor in pieces scattered around him. Boris manages to stay out of most of the blast radius, taking very little damage.




Thirty seconds have now passed since the 'bots fell within range, and the Glitter Boys have managed to fire another 7 times (Pierce 4 times, Comartin 3) into the robot swarm. (It has been just three seconds since they crossed the 1 mile mark).

The Glitter Boys show no sign of stopping and continue to fire. Thasha realizes this is far too much for him, and he scrambles to his feet and charges for the safety of the transport, leaving his body armor in pieces in the mud behind him.

The descending swarm starts to activate their mini jet packs to slow their falling speed, while the cyborgs release another spray of missiles at the dangerous GBs. This time, ten volleys of four missiles make up the deadly spray... Upon quick estimation, there are 12-16 Cyborgs, who seem to each have missile rifles. They all drop their missile rifles after this blast, and focus on controlling their landing.

This time, SIX volleys are aimed at Pierce, while FOUR are launched at Comartin. Boris manages to hit another, detonating two in mid air, and again hitting ones that were already going to miss... Pierce is hit with a staggering FOUR VOLLEYS, while two detonate nearby, again sending flames and mud in all directions.

Comartin is likewise unfortunate and takes another three volleys of four, while one falls horribly short into the fields of water and mud.





Pierce manages to fire another 4 shots, while Comartin fires another 3. They have now damaged or destroyed a THIRD of the descending mechanical swarm!

*33 seconds have passed since the bots entered boom gun range. 6 seconds since they crossed the 1 mile mark. They are now just under 2000 feet, in a controlled fall, using their jet packs in bursts to land safely in just a few seconds -- they will land all over the place - two hundred feet in all directions around the crashed transport.

Once Nuitari has cleared most of the distance on the hover skiff, he begins to choose the best location for a magically-created tornado to encompass as many of the descending bots as possible. He warns the platoon only once before proceeding with another great display of power.

"I am creating a tornado to assist. Touch down point will be 100 feet in front of Comartin's position. Fall back to the transport immediately!"

"No volunteers? Sergeant Dusk, you're up. Take a small team and find a way to seal the roof hatch near the back of the transport so they can't get inside and behind us."

"Silvermasque, organize the heavy hitters into a forward defense here, in front of the hole" (referring to the same point the first strike team entered several minutes ago).

"Na-Wa, head inside, and turn left. Meet up with Corporal Zander and assist his squad."

"Everbody else form up, and prepare to fend off the swarm!"

Nuitari parks the hover skiff in front of the semi-circle of 'heavy hitters' as a form of cover. He then hops down and marches swiftly inside the opening of the transport, turning to face outwards, he prepares to battle the Coalition mechanical army.

"They will hit us relentlessly. Hold your positions. Men will die. Keep our heavy hitters up and protected to the absolute best of your ability."

PM
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Smoke moves up to the hole in the side of the transport, where the 'heavy hitters' were ordered to stand. Looking up as the bots descend, he aims and prepares to open fire the moment they are in range.

(new map will be up soon)

Mephisto parks the second hover skiff behind Nuitari's, then follows the Lieutenant to just inside the transport, and begins casting a spell...

Bob stands and waits for orders, he looks down at his commander..

"What do you want me to do?" He asks?
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In response to Bob :

"As soon as they are within range of your abilities, destroy them all."

*I left Jack as human size, until he changes.
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Disharmony's sensor array lit up as the hordes of skelebots glided towards the band. She had to wonder as to why the Coalition seemed so determined to recover the Death's Head. She radiod her suspicions to the team leader. "This one might ask if one has considered there may be something of high value to our enemies remaining in the wreckage.". disharmony didn't wait for the lockon signal from her missiles, just firing them into the horde, even if they missed, they'd hit other bands of the enemy. Seeing the glitter boys attacked by so many missiles she prioritised her point defence mechanism to cover for the Glitter Boys and hopefully take down some of the incoming missiles.

She was not pleased at the order to hold fast. Her priorities would have been to fade and hit the skelebots later. Priming the particle cannon, she commenced firing once the bots were in range.

The winds start to pick up, as 500 feet away the edges of a thick black tornado form from the clouds, down to the ground, accompanied by hail, heavier rain and roaring winds. Any of the descending troops within 300 feet of the tornado is sucked in and will be destroyed in a matter of seconds...


<< "Lieutenant Pukt! Form up on the north side of the transport, we have a squad on the roof securing the hatch. N'ialla! Join the squad on the roof. Report to Sergeant Dusk!" >>

Jack did as ordered and formed up on the side of the transport, ready and waiting. For the moment, he stayed in human form so as to not be a large target to be shot at.

 Silvermasque watches the Coalition armoured forces coming down like black rain and gives a hearty, mechanised sigh before turning to look around the 'heavy forces' at his disposal and coming to a few rapid conclusions that he rapidly turns into orders "Alright people, be digging in... Twenty foot minimum between holes, here are being party favours for any who are needing them!", the massive 'borg producing a string of entrenchment charges from his pack which he passes out before triggering the back on one and slamming it against the ground, where it rapidly uses a shaped-charge to excavate a 'Masque-sized fighting position (and create a major dirt shower in).

 "Anyone with onboard energy weapons, you're on point-defence... I want missile packs staggered in short volleys to engage inbound fire, protect the Disco balls, da? Mages, you do what you do best, extend our defences first, then do anything you can to mess with the enemy coming in and if anyone is seeing clumped foe, shout out - I am on fire support with fragmentation rounds!" he then calls as he bounces into his tiger-pit and checks that it's deep enough for him to duck in against the risk of flying shrapnel.

The squad continues to fire as the skelebot's control their fall, and exhaust the last bit of fuel as they finally reach the ground.

From the initial glitter boy attack, followed by the tornado, and the second wave of counterfire from Disharmony, the glitter boys and anyone else with any sort of ranged weapons firing on them, more than half of them have already been eliminated. But there are still a staggering number of them, scattered about, and landing all around the crashed transport. A few will land directly on top of the squad.

(This part was awkward. For anybody firing on them for any part of the last 2000 feet, please subtract the necessary ammunition or PPE for one third of your total actions).

---

As they begin to land, some a thousand feet away, they begin to converge on the crash site. With two standard skelebots looming overhead about 50 feet from the ground, and another 11 charging in on foot, the battle has truly begun. The 13 skelebots are a mix of the old death's head type and the new, sleeker model of killer robot, and they do not take prisoners.

The Death's Head Transport above, begins to head off back toward Coalition territory.

*Posts should be about 5 seconds worth of actions, with initiative, and any necessary strikes, parries, and dodge.





Lt. Nuitari
Sgt. Pierce
Jack
Silvermasque
Cpl. Comartin
Bob
Disharmony
Sgt. Settle
Jelme
Sir Daritai
Mephisto
Deumos
Whiskey
Bullovah
Smoke Perkins
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Jack cast a couple of spells on himself as the enemy got closer and disappeared from sight, holding the large cannon in his hands.

Smoke accepts and uses the entrenching charge offered by Silvermasque right away, and hops down. His first targets will be the skelebots falling directly on top of them, at whom he opens fire with his heavy Triax rail gun.

Disharmony picked out one of the newer skelebots to be her primary target, sharing this information with masque over her encrypted subnet. Eyes glowing as her field of vision crossed with the kanji containing the information she needed, Disharmony opened the barrage with the particle cannon. Disharmony suspected it would devolve soon into hand to hand combat. She wasn't pleased at the way things were going, she was at her best in a hit and fade environment. Pitched warfare was not her idea of fun.
This message was last edited by the player at 13:44, Thu 31 Jan 2013.

Drano takes cover as best he can within the wreckage of the Deaths Head transport and fires at the Skelbots on the ground at near point blank range with his boom gun. Eerily there is no sound coming from the boom gun…

10:01, Today: Drano Pierce rolled 22 using 3d20 (3,1,18).. blow away Skel bots +8.
Action 1: unat 11 (70 MDC)
Action 2: MISS (and I probably just shot an NPC in the back with 110 MDC)
Action 3: unat 26 (90 MDC)