Leviticus sits in his meditative pose covered in the fine shimmering scales of his cloak until the skiff is immersed in the energies of the Ley-Line. Standing the Ramen stretches out his arms and a pair of glowing wings unfurls from his back in a majestic expanse without disrupting the cloak that hangs about him. "Sir do you need aerial scouting? I can do so stealthily or overtly should you want to test them. I can also begin bombardment from a mile out. Awaiting your command sir." Leviticus bows to Lt. Nuitari
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Jack metamorphed himself into a bird, a large raven as a matter of fact. He took to the air and began flying upward and towards the prison to scout, trying to stay in trees and cover when he could.

Na-Wa watched as the black bunny rabbit dragon man flew into the air.

Heinrich nodded, grabbing up whatever he could carry easily. "If you are in a sniper position, I can provide additional cover with my force fields, leaving only a gap for the barrel of your rifle."

Leviticus casts a Chameleon spell and his body and equipment shimmers and then blends into the background. He leaps off the skiff in a blur cradling his large rifle across his chest, mystic wings flap noiselessly and carry him high up into the air. Once high above the group he glides down in slow spirals using the high powered scope on his rifle to recon the prison camp.

In reply to Max Damage (msg # 71):

"Just wait here Max, Leviticus. Wait for Jack's report."
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The hoveskiff moved parallel with the ley line, heading toward the direction of the supposed reinforcements. O'Doyle had contacted the base after their team had gotten wiped out and their mission deemed impossible for the remaining three members.

O'Doyle quickly promoted himself to head of their meager unit, with no complaint from Granger on the matter. O'Doyle didn't trust Sseuzohael, despite having fought alongside him for nearly a month now. Which meant, the demon was only told as much information as he needed to know, and kept busy whenever possible. At the moment, he was only told to drive the skiff per O'Doyle's directions and that they were meeting reinforcements. Any details about the reinforcements were currently being kept from him.

Sseuzohael sat in the pilot's seat, O'Doyle standing behind him, keeping the demon always in his line of sight. Although both members had learned to co-operate with Sseuzohael and work alongside him, one of them continually kept their eyes... or eye, in Granger's case, on him.

They had been traveling for a while and Sszeuo took a moment to straighten his back, allowing a few cracking sounds to emanate from his spine, then cracked his neck as he tilted it first right, then left. The demon was well aware that O'Doyle hand now rested on his gun, and calmly tapped his boney white fingers on the steering apparatus to show that he had no hostile intent.

From beneath the dark hood, a smile etched it's way onto the pale face of the demon. Even though he had no intention of killing either of his comrades, he did enjoy keeping them on their toes, and testing their trust of him. In truth, he thought more of these two men because of their continual lack of trust; for once they were no longer fighting towards a similar goal, he had no reservations about killing them, or putting them in a position to get killed.

A buzz from O'Doyle's earpiece reaches Sseuzohael's ear but he cannot hear the words that are being relayed from the cyclops. Once the buzzing ends O'Doyle instructs the demon to slow his speed. Arriving to the conclusion that Granger has spotted something, Sseuzohael takes a look around, but can see nothing except for a lone bird off in the distance.

Over the radio, the approaching skiff identifies itself as it moves down the ley line "Ahoy! Pluto Company I presume? Name's O'Doyle. We are what's left of the team assigned to watch and harass Camp Purity here... be at your position in five".
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In the new bird form, Jack flew around discreetly to check out their destination that was the prison called Camp Purity. And by Coalition standards, it was pure or getting there. He grimaced mentally in disgust. Such a waste.

He flew back towards his group to report as quick as he could, shapeshifting back to the human form he most often used. " Sir...it's a circle. A huge circle with 200 feet high walls and skelebots patrolling mostly though I saw a few live soldiers as well." He paused as he thought about what he'd seen again. "Sentry every...oh, like 1000 feet or something, topping the walls by about 20 feet. Each has a weapon turret, lasers and missiles, that sort of thing. 360 view as well."

He stopped a moment and then spoke in a more quiet tone. "There's a firefight going on right now and...well...thousands of prisoners are done. Executed. If you want to save anyone, we should go now."

When The 3rd hears that he inhales deeply, then gives his gear a quick once over.

Um, what are you doing?
Getting ready.
For what?
Dead boy killin'
Oh, that.

Satisfied everything is in place, he twists the throttle on his Speedster and shots off towards the prison.

Um, what are you doing?
Gaining height so I can crash this thing into one of those turrets on the wall.
Right... Im not sure that's a good idea. But in the interest of science, what are your intentions after that?
Jump off once I'm sure it'll hit, pop a levitate at some stage on the way down, then I'll do a bunch of shooting.
... (Gulp)... I fucking hate it when you do this. At least have the decency to put your TW armor up.

The 3rd activates his Armor Bizarre enchant on his armor.

In reply to O'Doyle :

"Glad to have you. Stand by for orders, we are assaulting the prison momentarily."

In reply to Jack (msg # 81):

"Understood. Thank you Jack." Then calling after The 3rd just as he blasts off toward the prison. "Hold for my order! We need to coordinate this!"
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While they wait for orders, Max moves into the main cabin of his hovercraft and gets to work prepping his gear. As Heinrich loads up on e-clips, Max unlocks his gun cabinets and slides the racking out.

Folding down a work bench, the pre-battle ritual begins. One by one, the soldier powers up and checks over his weapons. The process is quick and methodical, and his sharp blue eyes scan up and down every surface looking for micro-fractures or signs of warping in the metal. The energy directed through these devices was enormous, and it would take the path of least resistance to escape.

As each weapon passes the test, he sets it back in the racking with a new clip, ready and waiting. He goes through the process with zen-like calm, and in the time it takes Jack to complete his recon and return, Max has readied a Triax TX-50 railgun, Coalition CTT-P40 particle beam cannon, Forearm Integrated Weapon System, JA-11 sniper rifle, his newly acquired pair of Quebec "Stopper" ion pistols.

Each weapon has been modified to some extent, but one sticks out like a sore thumb from the rest: a slender tube attached to strapping like that on the FIWS. The tube has a spool of fine high-tensile cable in a compartment at the back end, and a metal puck sealing the front. Max opens a small housing on the side and looks at a series of crystals embedded into a circuit board. He had no idea how it worked, but he makes sure nothing look burned or broken. He inserts a PPE-clip and put the techno-wizard harpoon gun back in the rack with everything else.

Listening to the radio chatter as he works, he does a similar inspection on his new Free Quebec body armour. The black paint on it still smelled fresh.
Last in line is the light power armour looming into the corner of the cabin. Other than an anti-missile chaff system and slightly heavier armour, the Northern Gun power armour was nearly identical to the Flying Titan. Max had always figured NG had captured one of the Titan manufacturing plants, but didn't know anything beyond the rumours.

Hearing the Lieutenant announce the impending assault, Max returns to the driver's seat and waits to hear his role in the upcoming battle.
The shout over the radio breaks his zen state, and he swears. "Shit." Looking through the external optics, he tries to spot the situation. After a moment, he turns to Heinrich with a grim expression on his face. "These guys have been cooped up for months with no action." He shakes his head. "This is gonna get messy."
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Mephisto never leaves the skiff, but manages to summon four subordinate minions to assist in the assault, although none of them can be seen...

"Sir, I am ready whenever you are. Where is our main point of assault? I should be able to take care of any of the guards on the wall in that area. I have several entities under my control to send the skelebots down to the ground on the inside, or possess the human soldiers to join our cause, and take out the turret placements. Just give the order and I'll open the door."

Heinrich nodded, "Then let us make sure we make the mess of them, and not vice versa, yes? I will do my best to keep us both alive."

Max laughs briefly at Heinrich's comment. He had been talking about their own platoon being disorderly. Still, the psychic was right. This was a tense part of the war on both sides, and chaos would reign on the battlefield today.

"Damn right. Stick close to the unit, but remember to guard your own ass priority one. You do what you can and get out in one piece." He thought of the massive killing field they passed on the way here. "Enough damn people died for this war already."

At that, Max reaches out to shake the other man's hand. When met, he pushes a key into Heinrich's palm and looks the man in the eye, wondering if he'd regret this decision. "I might need to find my own way out. You don't see me comin', you take her back to the outpost. She's an easy ride, you'll do fine. Got it?"

After spending no more than two minutes drawing a map on his palm computer, based on Jack's description, Nuitari studies it and shares the map with any who can.



"We will assault the wall, by this large building on the west side. I want to keep as much distance as possible from their retreat-in-progress. Mephisto, move out now and eliminate the defenses in range of our entrance.

We are going to split into two teams. Both will move over the west wall, by the large buildings. We must identify the HQ building, kill or capture anyone inside and eliminate their command. From there we will shift focus on stopping the executions, and rescuing the survivors.

Anyone who cannot make the jump over a 250 foot wall on their own, double up with someone who can carry you over.

Once we are inside, team 1 goes north, team 2 goes south and we meet at HQ.

My team : The 3rd, Sir Aries, Boris, Na-Wa, O'Doyle, and your two companions. Silvermasque and Lotus will be with you if they return in time.

With Sergeant Dusk : Max, Thasha, Leviticus, Jack, Mephisto, and Heinrich.

We move when Mephisto gives us the signal......"
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The Shifter does not acknowledge the Lieutenant, before he utters the words to a powerful spell and vanishes from sight.

Several seconds later, pairs of skelebots are thrown from the wall, sent tumbling down to the ground below on the outer side of the prison walls (and within view of the group). Twelve are tossed down in total, and again their is silence. A few moments later, the defense turrets begin firing on each other. They each empty their missile payloads at each other, until all five of the closest turrets are completely destroyed, and are now releasing a steady stream of black smoke into the air, forming into a thick black cloud in the sky.

"Let's go."

"When we get to the wall, do not stop - help the rest of us if you can, and get us over that wall and onto the ground on the other side. Get ready to fire as soon as you clear the top!"

Nuitari takes his skiff toward the wall at the maximum speed and then stops at the decided assault point, and waits for someone to help him over the wall.

"Mephisto! What do you see? What are we charging into?"

"A dozen troops just on the other side of the wall... they are lining the prisoners up and killing... hundreds of them. Move in at the... third turret from the entrance... the western-most weapon placement. I can't tell which building is HQ from up here..."

Max leaves his Wilderness Crusader cached in the brush at the Ley Line, suits up in his power armour and helps Heinrich up onto the deck of Nuitari's hover skiff.

He stays with Nuitari and his team as they speed toward the wall. When Mephisto's report comes in over the radio, Max looks at the Lieutenant. "We have to move. Now."

He doesn't wait for confirmation. The thrusters on his flight pack flash, and in an instant a jet-assisted leap is propelling Max over the third turret from the entrance.

These sons of bitches wouldn't get in another kill if he could help it.
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Jack casts a couple of spells and activates a psionic power as he briefs and is in return briefed and on the way to the wall. He shifts into his natural dragon form and goes over the wall....all 4 of him as multiple images of him show up, all of which seem to be crawling with worms, bugs, tentacles and more creepy horrificness!! He levels his held TW Force Cannon and fires it into the waiting enemies.

He stays near the wall so he can help people over but is currently presenting a large and hopefully scary target.

13:14, Today: Jack rolled 23 using 1d20+5. Blast with Force Cannon.
13:15, Today: Jack rolled 2 using 1d6. 1d6x10+10 damage.

Heinrich nodded, "I don't think I'll be leaving you behind, but I understand. We stick as together as we can. I cover you, you cover me. We will be successful, and we will have drinks and women when we return to civilization." Heinrich grinned, his mind racing, adrenaline flowing, it was time to end this slaughter or die trying.

Leviticus listened to the orders, processed them and made the decision to interpret them to suit his own personal mission. He understands Tolkeen has to win the war and that capturing CS brass is their top priority. His however is the preservation of innocent life and doling out justice to those who would so casually take it. With his Chameleon spell renewed he flexes mystical wings and soars a few hundred feet up into the air. Gliding over the prison camp in a slow downwars spiral he starts his assault by firing his powerful energy rifle down into the chaos first picking out targets that are executing prisoners.

After the briefing, O'Doyle instructs the demon to follow the others back to the camp so they could begin their assault and rescue mission. His face, ever hidden by his hood, is motionless; even though he enjoys killing meatbags that believe they are invincible with their metal guns and enhancements, this mission does little to further his cause.

Those feelings quickly pass as he watches the man turn into a dragon and fly toward the prison. Sseuzohael's tongue passes over his lips, as he watches the beast in flight, thinking about how his great horned head would look fused to his chest.

Driven by the need to see exactly what the dragon was capable of, Sseuzohael accelerates and reaches the prison as fast as he can, stopping inches from the wall. Without waiting for orders he turns invisible and teleports to the top of the wall to get a view of what's going on in the prison below before teleporting back to the ground to bring O'Doyle with him.