Portia
Tyirrak
Dyvalis
Vashti
Thasha
Daemonis
Severin
Burd
Na-Wa
Lotus
Photios
Mah
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Portia spends most of her free time in meditation, with Burd and Severin standing watch over her. In the morning, she goes to search for Tyirrak and Dyvalis.

Portia is able to find Dyvalis in his quarters. The lights are out and the bed is empty. Many of the personal effects around the room, including several clocks and a lamp smashed and laying broken on the floor. Dyvalis is huddled in the corner, in a meditative state, on a pile of clothes, including his officer's uniform and the bedding from off the bed.

When she calls his name he snaps out of his meditation almost violently. He takes a moment to accept that he's back in the real world while mumbling some nonsense, "five clocks...no closer...sorry. No I'm awake. Is it time to fight the fascists again?"

He pulls himself to his feet and stumbles a bit. He uses his Millenium staff for support. "It's temporary. Hasn't been a day yet has it? It feels like it's been a week."

   After getting into Tolkeen and being released for a few days off, Lotus goes off to stow her Mystic Knight armour at Pluto's barracks and then heads into the city wearing her civilian clothes and riding her regular hovercycle.  She makes her way to an inn where she books a private room for the night.  She heads out to finally buy something she's been meaning to pick up for a while - a music player.  She purchases a decent-sized boom box with a memory disk slot and some choice selections of electronic/industrial music.

   After returning to the Inn, Lotus seals herself inside the room, flips on the music to an obnoxious volume and sits on the floor for some much overdue meditation.  For once, Lotus allows herself to relax.

When Lieutenant Lynn found Tyirraks quarters, they were stark and the place smelled like fresh blood. Tyirraks armor was neatly laid out, sans a few parts being repaired, plates replaced and so-one. He himself was sitting in a corner, chewing on the raw leg of what appeared to be a freshly slaughtered small farm animal that was now draining blood into the sink.

Tyirraks stood and turned to face the Lieutenenant as saw him. He raised the leg, which was speared by the blade on the end of his tail and leaving his hands free.

"May I help you Lieutenant?"

She smiles at Dyvalis' antics, and asks (orders) him to follow her to Lieutenant Tyirrak's quarters.

Upon arrival, she is caught by surprise for a moment at the meal Tyirrak has chosen for himself. She forgot he was a lanotaur briefly, and is now reminded of his inherrant lack of civilization, and the likeness to the demons she controls.

"I would like to go over a few things regarding our new squad, and the unbalanced number of officers within. If necessary, I would like the squad to be able to split into two teams. I would lead one, and Tyirrak would lead the other. I apologize Dyvalis, but one of us had to miss out, and you have the least field experience.

I would take Burd and Severin with me obviously. And Vashti and yourself seem to work very well together, and was thinking the Mystic Knight would work well with the two of you (as well as Mystic Knights can work with others that is...) In the end I saw it something like this :

Portia
Dyvalis
Burd
Severin
Na-Wa
Mah

Tyirrak
Vashti
Daemonis
Thasha
Photios
Lotus

Is this agreeable?


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Dyvalis, having not the energy to argue about things, is fairly complacent. Besides there is a whole world of things weighing on his mind presently. "Fine. As long as I get my Lieutenant's pay grade I don't care if you take away the responsibilities thereof and lump me in with your Demonic minions. It makes no difference at this point."

He continues to balance on his staff.

Tyirrak held the leg in one hand as his tail blade whisked past past it, neatly and surgically cut a slice of meat off the haunch, which he caught in the talons of his other hand and quickly swallowed.

"Just make sure your demons don't eat Na-Wa."

"Excellent, thank you for your time gentlemen." She says before turning and leaving back to her own quarters.

PM
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Portia had attended the officer's meeting, and has just now returned to the barracks. She immediately calls the squad over the squad's radio channel.

"Sorry folks, we are going back out. The five days off has been cancelled. We leave this evening. Be ready outside the barracks at 1700 hours."

Thasha was upset when he heard the call. He was having the most fun of his life exploring all the amazing things in the City of Tolkeen. He did not want to leave, but he knew the war would not win itself.

His desire to fight for this wonderful Kingdom grew, and he prepared for battle with new found courage.

He will arrive outside the barracks at 1630 hours and wait.

Na-Wa, is seven inches deep into a whore when he hears Portia’s order over his suits radio, which has been turned all the way up. Perking his head up the psi-stalker listens to the mean magic ladies voice then goes back to what he was doing. When finished Na-Wa collects his things and makes his way to the corral where his silonar is being kept.

After waiting for the beast to eat several skull faced solders condemned to execution Na-Wa gets on top of his mount and makes his way to Pluto Company’s area. Along the way beast makes several attempts to either bite the head of any pedestrians that venture too close to the beast or throw Na-Wa off its back. With each unsuccessful attempt Na-Wa hits Silonar on top of its head with the flat side of Whon-Ecke, this is accompanied by a verbal scolding from Na-Wa.

---

By 1630 Na-Wa is in front of Second Squads barracks riding on his Silonar. By this time the beast has calmed down somewhat....but makes an occasional attempt to bite the head off of anyone who ventures too close.

Having found his way to a secluded spot near a ley line, Photios was interrupted by the call back to duty and donned a scowl at the removal of their time off. Having only enough time to restore his energy reserves to full and perhaps get fresh clothing and a shower, it seemed the war was finally starting to pick up on their end.

Arriving at the aforementioned time, Photios wishes he had enough time to get a meal in at one of the nicer local restaurants... but at the very least he wouldn't be teased with good food before having to return to trail rations.

At 1645 hours, Squad Three is already there, standing at attention. Squad One and Four are just arriving along with 2nd.

Captain Viktor is standing in front of a map, waiting for everyone to arrive, and stand at attention.

Everyone's vehicles are parked near-by, and several young Tolkeen children are playing on top of Amy's dropship. One boy is wearing a cut out mask of a skull chasing the others on top of the ship shouting "genocide!" at the others, while they all laugh, and continue to play unsafely.

Private mah arrives with the others and makes a point of introducing himself to each member of second squad. "My name is Mah, I am your new medic. Should you require anything, anything at all, please do not hesitate to let me know. I will be glad to help. I am proud to serve with you all..."

Viktor begins the briefing at 1657 hours, with all four squads giving him their full attention.

"I want to apologise for pullig you all out of your time off. I don't like it any more than you do, but orders are orders. We are heading to Freehold first to join with a small party of dragons, before heading out on our mission first thing tomorrow morning. We will be assaulting a Coalition base just north west of the ruins of Madtown with the dragons. We will attack in four groups from the north west, with Drano and Portia taking their squads inside a Coalition sympathising town, for a surgical strike, while 1st move out with the dragons, looking for a specific flying battle-station that is currently sitting at this base. Squad Four will hang back at a designated area, to cover our retreat when our tasks are complete. Our recon on this area is obsolete for the most part, and as such we will need to decipher the situation better when we arrive.

In addition to this assault, there are a small group of Tolkeen deserters planning on releasing information to the Dead Boys. They are headed to the same outpost, and we are to intercept them before they arrive, and kill or capture every last one of them. The officers are being supplied with a personal coputer with profiles on the groups leaders, and a general information roster on their troops.

Are there any intelligent questions before we head out?"

   Lotus arrived just as the Captain walked up to the front of the briefing and she made it to her seat just before he apologized for taking back their time off.  She was obviously rushing from somewhere as she was breathing heavily in her seat for the first minute.  She listens to the mission briefing attentively however.

   Lotus ponders asking a question when the captain offers the opportunity, but decides to wait.  Seems like a straightforward operation to me she thinks.

Dyvalis is looking better than when Lt. Lynn found him in his quarters. He seems to have regained his composure, but there's definitely something different about him. His eyes seem to look through everyone. Though he listens attentively, he doesn't show any reaction. When Mah introduces himself, Dyvalis looks at the D-bee but does not make eye contact. When Mah expresses his 'pride' to be serving with Pluto, Dyvalis laughs; not for long, and with no explanation.

The briefing lives up to its name, and within 3 minutes it is wrapped up. "1700hrs. It's time to move."

Daemonis, no longer to depend much on Dyvalis' assistance, finds himself using Tongues to understand more about this world. This would not be the first time he's found himself out of his home dimension. He's seen variations of this realm, but every universe had its unique evolutions. He was beginning to understand that to be here, at this critical juncture in the fate of this planet, was not to be missed by sitting on the sidelines.

After Mah's introduction Daemonis felt compelled to offer an explanation of his own. "I am him," he said pointing at Dyvalis, "in another universe. I'm called Daemonis."

Thasha is bored during the meeting, as he does not understand half of what is being said. His attention turns to Na-Wa who appears to be another child like himself.

"Hi Na-Wa... I don't think we met yet... I am Thasha. Do you want to be friends, so we don't have to die alone?"

Na-Wa didn’t know what the word intelligent meant, so he didn’t ask any questions. He really didn’t pay attention to the Captain either. Others would tell Na-Wa what to look for and kill, and Na-Wa would do as he is told.



After the Scaly lizard man speaks Na-Wa looks at him, and wonders how the Scaly lizard man knew his name. “Na-Wa’s last best friend was named Feral, he was stupid like Na-Wa, but and went bye bye before battle came. Will Scaly lizard man run away too before battle? If not yes Na-Wa and Scaly lizard man can be friends, but Na-Wa don’t plan on to die.”

“Just stay away from Silonar’s....” Na-Wa pointed to a baby Tyrannosaurus Rex that was tied up to a nearby building and out of reach of anyone and anything “...mouth, he likes to eat crunchy things, like Skull faced soldiers. Silonar might think Scaly lizard man might be good to eat.”

"That is if I don't eat your silonar first...."

Without any further questions or delays, all eight platoons of Pluto Company head out from Tolkeen, on their short and hopefully uneventful journey to Freehold, City of Dragons. With just under 250 soldiers, the Coalition would likely have to have ten times as many troops in order to stage a legitimate attack... although that doesn't rule it out, and there is always the possibility of running into an unprepared unit, which could still cause a disturbance. However with thousands of reinforcements in the area, Pluto Company is relatively safe.

The road to Freehold, is a busy road. All kinds of soldiers, mercenaries and civilians are constantly moving between the two cities, on a very wide, paved road. There are small bunkers and stationary weapons all along, and hundreds of troops who have yet to even see combat. They are just waiting for the inevitable moment when the Coalition forces will come into sight on the horizon... Many of the Cyber Knights have taken on this duty of "home defense" rather than partaking in the crimes of humanity and the horrors of war that Tolkeen has found itself increasingly comfortable with.

So far... the journey is mostly quiet...

   Lotus departs with the rest of her squad and mostly keeps to herself.  She keeps her demonic helmet on, and rides her hovercycle without interacting with others.  The mystic knight seems a little more grumpy than usual, as if something happened during her time off, but she's not about to discuss it with anyone.

Daemonis looks around at the company of the Crusader. Demons. Not ideal company. The only person of interest is the Jeridu. "Are you a dimensional traveller, or is your species found in this world as well?"

Burd seems to be offended when Daemonis speaks. "Shut the fuck up worm! I don't want to hear you two panzies bonding while we prepare for war!"

Daemonis looks impatiently at the demon. In demogogian: "I don't want to smell you while I talk, but I endure."

He then continues in Elven to Vashti: "You do speak Elven, do you not?"

Burd takes an offensive stance, puffs out his chest and looks down at Daemonis. His grin stretching from antler to antler, he speaks through his teeth. "What else are you willing to endure mortal... I think you forget you stand before a demon, elf puke.
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Na-Wa minds his own being as they travel.

Play nice Burd or I will finish castrating you. I still have that rusty grapefruit spoon in my possession." The diminutive hooded woman coos as she strokes the agony whip at her side suggestively. She turns her attention from her demonic minion knowing that obedience, at least in his case, is a foredrawn conclusion. She motions Tyirrak ovre to join her and Severin. The lithe wizardress looks almost comical between the two towering reptillians yet she manages to maintain an air of authority. Astride her mystic hovercycle she reaches into one of the saddlebags and pulls out what looks like a small crystal ball and holds it aloft for everyone in squad two to see.

"Attention everyone this little piece of fluff is apparently some sort of weapon of mass destruction. We shall soon discover the veracity of its potency because our mission is to deliver it. Should I fall in battle Severin will place it in my stead. Should we both perish then Tyirrak here will deliver the goods. If all three of us die than one of you others take it and contact Major Karno for instructions. For this part of the mission we do not expect too much resistance.

She places the crystal back inside her saddlebag and looks back up intently.

"However we do plan to intercept a renegade Tolkeen unit that was about fifty members strong at the time of our last intelligence report. Here is what I know;

They are lead by Captain Theodore Kitt, and his second in command Lieutenant Dragana Kovacevic. They are both shifter-mages and none of them have any trouble killing Tolkeen soldiers. They firmly believe we are the enemy, and will stop at nothing to ensure the Coalition victory.

Their troops consist of :

7-8 other mages (line walkers, warlocks, necromancer etc)
3-4 full conversion cyborgs
Drake - a seasoned mind melter
2 Dragon Fly Juggernauts
6-7 Battle Mages
Renszath - A former politician - Raksasha Demon
10 various rifle men
5 master psychics (bursters, zappers etc)
6 summoned gargoyles
2 Mystic Knights
1 High Magus, and his Colossus Automaton from Dweomer

Photios get your ass in the ATV and get to work making scrolls and amulets. Use anyone in the unit in any manner you see fit to accomplish this goal. I want defense and heavy hitting shit. Save the fancy stuff for impressing your mother and your girlfriends. With a name like Photios I hope they are not one and the same.

Portia dismisses everyone with a semi-salute wave off. Leaning over to Tyirrak and Severin she points to a map and whispers.

   Lotus listens to Portia's instructions intently.  Lotus likes the woman and her directness.  When Portia begins listing the roster of the renegades, Lotus is at first looking forward to the opportunity to cross blades with something other than Coalition grunts.  But then two mystic knights are mentioned and Lotus ponders this.  She is far from her days as a fresh recruit, but neither is she a veteran.  She knows the code well however and will follow it to the letter.

   "Portia, I would speak with you privately in regards to the mission when you can find the time.  Or I will keep silent if you prefer."

Moving up towards the APC, Photios blows Portia a kiss before looking over the others gathering to leave, "You heard the Lady, who's got energy to give? Unless we stay close to a ley line we won't be getting much more done unless you non-casters offer up your potential energy."

Focusing his attention then on those who were actually spellcasters he examines them, "Are any of you capable of putting up a heavier shield then I can?"

Casting a spell of protection, he gives an example to the others of his strongest personal shielding and lets them assess whether or not they can best him.
(5th level Invincible Armor)

Severin nods as Portia speaks, "They'll be killing me first ma'am. Ain't getting to you without it." Severin wasn't necessarily happy about it, but it was true, he owed Portia his life.

Daemonis backs down from the conflict with the demon, feeling at least that he didn't lose face. That part was important when dealing with demons. Still there was no long term security, a fact he would hopefully remedy if a situation presents itself where he can speak to Lt. Lynn discreetly. He'll try first in Elven, hoping she speaks the language. Otherwise English will have to do.

"Lieutenant. I would like to ask if you could order your demons specifically not to harm anyone within the platoon. I know how tricky demons can be, and 'play nice' might not be sufficient to prevent incident. It would put my mind at ease if you could say specifically that, just 'don't harm anyone in Pluto company'." He is most respectful in his request and seems to have some small amount of charm that Dyvalis lacks completely. The same, but different.

PM

Portias eyes narrow dangerously at the blown kiss but the corners of her mouth quirk up into a small smile that would give most men the shivers. Turning her attention to Lotus she regards her silently for a moment. She has of course heard things but then rumors are as worthless as the mouths they come from most times. I do not believe the renegades have any Rahu-Men with them if that is what you are worried about. She says and watches closely looking for any reaction. She turns her attention briefly to Daemonis. "Done and done private. If you have any of the magic ability that your other self has then please join Photios in the ATV and help him with the scrolls. Otherwise fall in and prepare to move out. Turning back to Lotus she pulls an apple out from underneath her cloak. A black asp curled around her wrist and forearm shuffles further back into the voluminous sleeve of her silk robe when it is revealed. Speak freely Lady Knight. Portia says and then starts eating her apple. The Lieutenant does not dismiss Severin and obviously means for him to hear anything that she does.

As they travel Na-Wa does his best to ensure his Silonar doesn’t make meal out of anybody ging in the opposite direction, or fellow members of Pluto company. Oddly the beast seems to obey Na-Wa in this regard. Knowing noting of magic but being able to sense it Na-Wa stays out of the conversation the Mean Boss Bitch Lady has with the others regarding magic.

   Lotus' reaction is one of mild surprise.  "You mean Arven?  I've put the gunslinger out of my mind.  Actually, I wanted to speak of the mystic knights you mentioned in this group of renegades.  I wish an opportunity to speak with them before we meet, if possible.  I have a method which may work."
   Lotus towers over the petite lieutenant, but doesn't seem to be trying any intimidation at the moment.  Not that it would work, but it is possible that the simple submissive act of asking permission instead of just taking what she wants might give Lotus a better chance at getting it.

Daemonis is not wholly at peace without hearing Portia give Burd the order. He tries to put it out of his mind for now, but he can't be sure until he hears the utterance. Demons are forever looking for loopholes they can exploit to satisfy their malevolence. They are a lot like lawyers in this way.

All the same, Daemonis sits with Photios to offer his assistance. Presumably they are on a ley line and thus will be able to get a great deal of work done in the time of their travel. "I cannot write scrolls, but can I lend my spell base? I don't know if you are capable of harnessing anti-particles, but they are some of the deadliest forces known. You could make a scroll of this?"

Nodding his head, Photios smiles at the other mage, "Are you referring to summoning a Sphere of Annihilation? I have quite a few scrolls of that spell prepared already but if you are referring to something else please do let me know. As it is... if we travel along a ley line the more of us we can get drawing power the more Amulets of Invincible Armor we can create."

Portia leans in closer to Lotus her voice is low and pleasant as it has ever been. "In all honesty I do not know or care to know anything about your situation with the gunslinger or your fellow knights. I respect loyalty more than almost anything else and I will leave it at that. This war is a win-win situation for me. When Tolkeen prevails then I will rise in the military ranks as long as I can prevent my charges from blundering to noticeably. Should Tolkeen fall then I believe I will fit very nicely into your Federation of Magic. My first instinct is to deny your request but if you care to explain to me how you will accomplish your goals without giving away our platoons position or intent then I am willing to hear you out."

   Lotus removes the skull mask so she can convey her sincerity more effectively.  "I'm sure you are aware of the psychic ability of astral projection.  I can leave the confines of my body and visit my comrades psionically.  All I need is their general location, which I assume you have.  If you would prefer, assign another member of our group to join me.  I anticipate this venture taking less than half an hour.  In fact, I can't maintain astral projection any longer than this."
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"Actually we do not know their current location we are to be notified when they are located so we can coordinate an attack with all the available units in the area. I do not see how you contacting them would do anything other than tip our hat and make them aware of our attack. Personally I do not care if a few Mystic Knights perish. That is their own fault for making poor decisions. Officially your request is denied. Lets move out." The Lieutenants Eyelor hovercycle responds to her mental command whicking her silently straight up into the air at breakneck speed and she is off to lead near the front of the pack.

Mah half turns his head back to ask the others riding in his crusader. "So do you guys have lots of injuries, or are most of the wounded killed like my last assignment... most people were killed before I could even perform standard triage..."

Daemonis nods. "Alright then. Invincible Armor. I don't have the spell, but I can help create the talismans and supply you with force. Would also like to create an Energy Sphere as a reserve of potential force." The use of the word 'force' seems to be a mistranslation of some kind, just because most tend to refer to it as 'energy'. The unfamiliarity with energy is another thing that required some adjustment in this world. He had seen technological worlds, but the stakes were high in this dimension, on this planet, where so many worlds collided.

Mah's comment further underlines the intensity of the warfare he was up against. He had already encountered species he'd never even seen written about using technology he didn't understand. But it was true, they seldom left someone wounded. Either you get out unscathed, or you don't get out at all. He discussed his concerns with the healer. "I am trying to understand the scale of things here. Your armor is designed to withstand the blows of demons, and is not even phased by a bullet fired by some kind of gunpowder based weapon, no matter how advanced. And yet these," holding his CS issue "Hellfire" plasma cannon, "seem to vaporize humans, elves, even an ogre, yet some races have adapted to these weapons, like a Rahu-man, or a Titan, most monster races. I just don't understand how the abundance of ley lines has created changes in certain creatures over others."

"Hmmmm... I don't know how to answer that..."

<img src="http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/448/riftsfreehold.jpg"align="left"> FREEHOLD, City of Dragons is known to be a city-state ruled by the infamous Dragon Kings, and as such, is a haven for dragons, and other creatures of magic and inhuman character. It is believed that there are over 150 dragons living in Freehold, some say over 500, with 10 ancient dragons in power. Nobody really seems to know how many there are at all. It is really two cities in one. The Outer City where most of the non-dragons live, and the Inner City, or City of Dragons where most of the dragons live. The whole City is roughly 2/3 the size of Tolkeen, with maybe 20% of her population.

Freehold is built on a man-made island. The outer walls are 60 feet tall, the inner walls are over 200 feet tall, and half that thick. And surprisingly enough there are no defenses anywhere to be seen. Not even outside the City walls. It's as though Freehold is pretending there is no war...

The Outer City is surrounded by a castle-like wall, and Inner City is surrounded by even bigger castle walls. There are residential homes, and markets just like Tolkeen between the two walls. There are Dragon statues, paintings, sculptures, and art of all kinds everywhere. Some buildings are constructed to look like giant Dragon Kings, and children everywhere are wearing leather Dragon costumes, and chasing each other, pretending to fly and breathe fire. There are mages, and magic shops of every sort, weapons and armour, repair and demonic hide outs are spread all around the Outer City. (unfortunately you don't get any discounts here...). The majority of the people are human, with a large amount of gargoyles and Brodkil. There is a sizeable Simvan population as well as tens of thousands of other Dimensional Beings.

Pluto Company travels right up to the main gates in the South Wall. The giant gates appear to open on their own, and close again when they are all through.

Dragons can be seen flying around above the Inner City, and some are resting on high towers, with their wings or tails hanging down off the sides.

A short transmission comes in over the radio. Major Karno says "Hold up here".

Some of the other soldiers sit down, or lean against buildings while waiting for the major to come back with orders.

Na-wa stops Silonar and waits along with everyone else.

---

Now that the column has stopped, Na-Wa's T-Rex takes the time to take a shit in the middle of the street. Semi squatting, the creature raises its tail, spreads its legs and relives itself. By the time the T-Rex is finished there is a pile of excrement nearly five feet high that is predominantly greenish in color. Bits and pieces of white bone can be seen among the excrement, including that of a human skull.

Dyvalis looks toward Inner Freehold, the domain of some of the most powerful creatures in the megaverse. There's something about it that makes him sick to his stomach. Perhaps it's jealousy. He stops his hovercycle and rubs his forehead as though it ached. "Time unfolds the same, over and over again," he mutters to himself, "and the distribution of power is always the same. But I've something to best them all."

Severin breathes in the magic simply pulsing in this wonderful place. "Bet there is some cool shit here boss." Severin will take this time to make sure everyone keeping alert, even though this was a 'friendly' city.

From among the crowds of people, stands a massive beast (just under 15 feet). The winged-creature is dressed in ancient-style plate armour, and decorated with magic amulets and talismans. Tall, even for his species, he looks directly at Lieutenant Portia and starts walking towards her...
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Portia sitting sidesaddle smoothly dismounts her hovercycle and confidently strolls forward towards the Baalrog waving a hand to indicate Severin and Burd should hold their position. The site is very odd considering on her tip-toes she does not even reach the demons knees. Speaking Demogogian she speaks in a tone that coveys the feeling of trust and authority even to those who cannot understand the words of the harsh language. "Greetings demon I am First Lieutenant Portia Lynn, third platoon, Pluto company".

The demon towers over Portia, but he drops to one knee and bows his head to her when she walks up to him. "You are a very powerful being... I wish to serve you. I will die for Portia Lynn!"

"What?! Who the fuck are you Balrog? She doesn't need any more servants! She has me and Severin! So fuck off!" Burd moves to a fighting stance inbetween Portia and the balrog.

Thasha watches the stand off between the demons begin, then leans over to Na-Wa "Does this happen to the lieutenant often?"

Na-Wa nods in response to the Scaly lizard man’s question, and speak softly.
_{“Yes, Na-Wa thinks Mean Magic Lady needs lots of big demon pee-pee in her.”}

Portia turns her head offering Burd a withering, dismissing glance, the whites of her eyes are completely enveloped by the black of her pupils and tiny purple blood veins stand out along her throbbing temples. Even with the Baalrog kneeling she still has to float up a few feet to be eye level with him.

"Of course you will my pet...offer accepted. Know that if this is some manner of deception you will be back leading shitheel Ghouls and Couril in Hades before you can even think of crossing me. Until we formalize all the details you are forbidden to engage in acts of violence against any member of Tolkeens army or citizens unless you are specifically attacked with enough force that it causes substantial damage to your person and then your attacks must be limited to personal defense and aimed only at the person or persons attacking you. Furthermore any such defensive maneuver must be performed in a manner that will limit collateral damage to individuals and property within Tolkeens borders. Of course all this blather is null and void should I order you otherwise. Beyond that we will all have some good fun together I am sure."

Portia floats back down slowly the balls of her feet touching lightly upon the concrete. Turning back to the rest of her troops her eyes are now completely normal looking. "Squad two we have a new recruit. Unlike that flying sack of shit Cannon Fodder this big ugly bastard knows how to wage war and we will allow him to do so much to the dismay of our enemies I assure you."

"I am in your debt my master..." 'Wrex' then stands back up to his feet and looks over the others in squad two.
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   "What. The. Fuck."  Lotus responds to the arrival of the massive Baalrog from where she was parking her hovercycle at the side of the road.  "I suddenly miss that bastard Osema."

   Lotus decides now is a good time to snack and she eats some provisions, but the Mystic Knight keeps an eye on the new arrival.  She doesn't try to hide the demon-skull helmet she has perched on the handlebars of her hovercycle though.

Dyvalis hears Lotus's comment and actually catches himself laughing, which he seems to awkwardly rethink. He settles on being slightly amused. "This seems much better than Osema. You can't hire demons. They must be contractually dominated."

Severin shrugs his shoulders as the Baalrog and Portia strike an accord, "The more the merrier. Glad to have you. Say, I hear you guys are naturally talented with fire, is that true?"

Wrex does not answer Severin, but instead makes his own claims. "You speak like a human... Perhaps you have been away from your kind for too long..."

Severin laughs and replies, "Do you prefer this?" in dragonese, "Or this?" in gobbley.

Wrex looks puzzled for a moment before answering "You say things like 'More the Merrier' and that you are glad... you don't know how silly you sound... Not tryin' to pick a fight, just a bit of advice... you need to go back and wash all of this human weakness away."
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"Perhaps so." Severin says with a nod to Wrex.

Several hours pass by, and it is soon late evening. Major Karno finally comes in with an update over the radio.

"We are bunking up here for the night, we leave at 0600 hours. They have no rooms for us anywhere... so sleep where you are... just don't block the roads."

It was obvious the Major would be given some sort of accommodations somewhere, but the rest of the troops were sleeping on the sidewalks tonight...

Dyvalis seems to take the news badly. "Leave it to a dragon," he protests with mounting frustration, "they treat us like we are work mules. We are not animals gods be damned, our people are treated with respect in Palladium!"

He makes no effort to figure out a solution, simply finds a spot and sits brooding. Needing only a few hours sleep and no food due to the magics of Sustain (which has become routine for him) he has little else to do but dwell on the divide of power between themselves and the giant lizards that filled the sky.

Portia offers an understanding nod to Dyvalis which would not even be worhty of mention except that iti is the first time she has even really acknowledged him since their falling out. Portia sends Wrex, Burd and Severin over to a corner where three outer walls of a park converge creating a niche currently occupied by war refugees. Upon her instruction said refugees are callously further displaced by the demons making room for her squad. Riding her hovercycle right up near to one man who appears to be on the verge of becoming seriously, perhaps fatally, indignant she calmly states the facts.

"Shit rolls down hill citizen. If you have a problem with it then go and petition the Dragon Kings I am sure they will be sympathetic to your whining. My soldiers are fighting for your right to be a cowardly refugee so get you and all your filthly lot out of my sight before I get angry."

Portia parks her hovercycle near one of the walls and then reclines back on it. Her petite form can completely stretch out on it allowing for at least a decent palce to catch a nap.

"All of you fall out and get whatever sleep you can except Photios and those helping him. I want you to take adavatage of the Nexus and make as many scrolls and amulets as you can. I expect to see your progress when we leave. You can sleep en route in the ATV.

Dyvalis continues the reciprocal nodding, sending one back at the 1st Lieutenant as she takes care of the over-crowding issue. Fuck the people of this city. This was a horrible place that he never wanted to come back to. The Tolkeen urban planning was vastly superior to Freehold in terms of being able to accommodate militia and mercenary crews within their military barracks. These dragons seemed to shut themselves up in their Inner City and not let in the riff-raff that Tolkeen had sent to fight to maintain their land as well. They turned a blind eye to the desperate tactics that Tolkeen employed. Like the demons who now cleared their camp site.

Dyvalis goes over to Photios and Daemonis. In some ways it gives Dyvalis a small comfort to see his Id Self. After all, the copy seemed to be holding together a lot better than original was these days. The three mages, and anyone else who cares to join will be put to work churning out talismans and scrolls all night (save for 2 hours for rest which will be in shifts and will be taken in the form of meditation -- 1 hour if you can perform psychic meditation, which rests you twice as fast). Those who do not have Sustain, will be Sustained at level 6 (or higher if anyone has it at a higher level) will be cast on you.


-- OOC --
PPE Generation:

(I'm seeing 30 per 6hrs, and recovery of 20 per 30min. Seemed to me it was considerably more than that.)

Photios smiles at Portia when she arrives to give him more work to do, "Ahh, Portia but you can come and check my... progress... anytime you like."

Sending her another of those winks, seeming not to care that she had a cadre of demon servants he seemed to enjoy teasing her. Then gathering up those capable of assisting him and heading in range of the Nexus point to begin construction.

[OOC: Okay, we'll need to know who exactly is participating and how much time is available in order to make the calculations; but for reference.

Most mages can draw on 20 PPE per melee round at the nexus, ley line walker/rifter get double.

That's 80 per minute, or 4800 PPE/hour per mage.]

Vashti makes his way over to join the mages before they set out for the nexus. "I will lend a hand... I am no mage, but I am not without the ability to cast magic."

OOC - It is currently 2130 hours.

Severin takes up a spot near enough Portia and crashes for a while.

PM

Thasha was slowly reducing the amount of time he spent with Na - Wa, as he quickly realized the psi-stalker was either retarded, or very deceptive. The week-old Greot was very creeped out by Dyvalis, Portia and her demons as well...

Silent most of the day, Thasha heads off to a tattoo parlour on his own...

Mah reclines in his driver's seat and falls asleep in the cockpit of his wilderness crusader.

Na-Wa sees the weird man talking to one of the men in who used the shiny power armor. Since they mostly stayed in the shiny armor Na-Wa got them confused when they were out of the armor.

Ensureing that Silonar was properly tied up less he eat someone Na-Wa scampered over to the mean witch lady, and tugs on her leg. Hopfully she would not get mad and feed him to her demons.

"I am not sure why you are touching me Na-Wa. I can only assume you need something so what is it?"

Once acknowledged Na-Wa points to the man walking among the other squad and whispers one word to the mean witch lady.
“Dragon.”

Raising an inquisitive eyebrow Portia nods to Na-Wah and pats him on top of his bald head like one would a child or dog. "You know Na-Wah sometimes having you around makes me forget how truly useful members of your race can sometimes be. Thank you for reminding me that you have a purpose. Oh and if the dragon comes over here be sure to stay out of his way unless you want to get eaten.

Trusting in the Psi-Stalkers assessment Portia will not bother using sensory spells or mind powers if the dragon should wander into their midst. She does erect a Mind Block however.

A large grin appears on Na-Wa’s face as he is commended by the Mean Magic Lady. At the mention of staying away form the Dragon Na-Wa knew full well to stay away from it, after all he didn’t want to become food for dragon. As her scampers away Na-Wa hisses at one of the nearby demons (Burd), not wanting to become food for demon either.

   Lotus maes sure her radio is on, just in case, and she goes off in search of some of the amenities only a city can offer.  She makes sure to advise one of the LTs that she'll be available on the radio if needed.  Then she's off on her hovercycle, speeding past Thasha and rounding a corner out of sight.

The night passes uneventfully within the Outer City walls. Freehold is a quiet place at night, leaving only the soothing almost hypnotic sound of dragons flying about inside the Inner City.

Morning comes quickly, but everyone who slept feels very good when they wake. A feeling of rejuvenation, as though they just slept a week on a bed of clouds, and woke up 10 years younger. But it is back to business right away. After breakfast, Pluto Company gathers outside the City gates and waits to set out.

Captain Viktor and Major Karno are standing next to 5 massive, frightening and beautiful dragons. They seem to be discussing something, likely the plans for traveling.

Their leader is Aurelor The Avenger, a Great Ice Dragon standing over 30 feet tall, and over 60 feet long. He doesn't look at the two human officers while they are talking, but rather stares off to the East as though he is looking right at some poor Coalition soldier and trying to kill him with his glare.

Standing next to him, and almost as great and almost as tall are his daughters, Ember and Amaya. They are feminine in their appearance, and are only about 20 feet tall, and 40-45 feet long. They are busy staring at the members of Pluto Company. Amaya, the one on Aurelor's right seems very interested in Lieutenant Portia...

Also standing among them are a gigantic 6-headed Hydra named Corrigal, and an adult Kumo Mi Dragon. Both (or all 7, depending on how you look at Hydras...) are listening intently to Major Karno and Captain Viktor.

The soldiers of Pluto Company are forced to stand and wait once again...

"Pluto Company is to head south east to a Coalition outpost. As usual Squad Three, this time with the help of squad two, will utilize speed and stealth to move inside a Coalition outpost and activate a weapon. Squad two and three will then fall back to a safe point where squad four will cover their escape.

The dragons and squad one will be attacking a specific airship also at this location.

Whichever objective is completed first, will free up those troops to assist the others.

I am sure by now, your officers have brought up the renegade group from Tolkeen. Before we complete our mission, we have to silence this group by any means necessary. This means we ask them to surrender once, then we blow their fucking heads off like the traitorous dogs that they are.

If there is nothing else, grab your cocks and let's move out!"

Na-Wa seems to take this last part quite literally. In front of the dragons and everyone else, he opens the relief hatch of his armor. He then pulls out his pee-pee and holds onto it, just as Captain Viktor had said. At this point he is puzzled and not quite sure what to do since all those who also have a cock are not doing the same.

For the umpteenth time if Whon-Ecke was capable of slapping himself in the forehead (that is if he possessed a forehead and hands) he would do so.

>Na-Wa...Captain Viktor did not mean that in a literal sense. Put your penis back before a bird mistakes it as a giant white grub, and eats it.<

   Lotus had returned to her platoon in the early hours of the morning.  If it weren't for her armour, she might not have been recognized.  She has cut her hair short and died it black.  She is still riding the same hovercycle, the demon helmet planted securely across the handlebars.  She grabs breakfast, eating alone as usual and prepares her gear for travel.
   Overnight, she had a holster for her compound bow affixed to the hovercycle, and a new sheathe on the back of her armour for her sword.  In general, Lotus appears refreshed, well-rested.  At least she isn't cursing the people around her.

   As the dragons appear, she can't help but stare.  She has seen hatchlings up close before, but not adults.  Lotus lowers the helmet over her face, granting her some anonymity while staring while the mission is explained.  It is nice to know which way to run and when to pull the trigger, but Lotus could really care less about the details of the mission.  After all this time, they are starting to blur together.

   Lotus revs the engine of her hovercycle, raising a dozen feet into the air and powers forward when the call to move is given.
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"Oh and one last thing. Four of you have been transfered to squad one with me. Tyirrak, Vashti, Calliandra, and Karnon."

Portia does her best to meet the gaze of the dragon that is eyeballing her and while she does better than most she still ends up looking down as her head retreats back further into the deep cowl of her cloak. When the improptu briefing is over she whirls a finger over her head in a lasso like manner and yells. "Squad two move out!" She hops onto her hovercycle and zips off after Lotus. Once everyone is travelling she clicks on her radio and calls out over the squad channel. "Photios I need you to report. I want a full inventory of the scrolls, amulets and talismans you are carrying as well as any others that were created last night that may have already been distributed out."

Amaya looks around and stares at her father (Aurelor The Avenger) with a concerned look in her eyes.
She walks beside him and wispers something in his ear.

"Father what are we doing here? What are you planning? Can you tell me what's going on?"

Aurelor lowers his head and neck to look Amaya in the eyes. "We are going to war my dear..."

Amaya stood there frozen, slowly processing what her father had said. She gave him a horror struck look and said "I'm going with you" She looked away and said " I won't let you go without me"

"Yes... you must learn to face the possibility of death... you can remain behind these walls and live forever... or you can come with us and avenge what they have done to your mother. I think you would do well to spend the time traveling with these mortals from Tolkeen. I do not need a dughter to watch over out here... you need to look after yourself. There is no better way to learn than from these soldiers who stare death in the face every day."
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Amaya looked up at the clear blue sky.. opened her wings and in a low growl she said "avenge my mother"

"I will join them... and I will fight"
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Dyvalis watches the dragons and their heart to heart. He becomes visibly disgusted by the display. "How nice. The dragon wants to send his precious little girl to play with the mortals, watch us die and such. Well, I feel honoured, I truly do. But you don't just get a free ride along, child. I expect your scaly ass to fight, hear me? You'll take orders from Lt. Lynn or myself. Otherwise this simply will not work out."

Though she thought she would never be in the position where she would do so Lt. Lynn steps over to stand resolutely beside Dyvalis. Given what they are both facing it may have been quite possibly the stupidest time to do so as well. Shrugging off her hood the fiery young sorceress raises her chin to face the fearsome dragongaze of both father and daughter. "Your help will be readily accepted as was that of yon Baalrog demon. As with him you will be treated like any other soldier in my unit. Unlike many units in Tolkeens service I will brook no dissension nor will I tolerate any disobedience. I welcome all comments and criticisms when we are not on an active mission or in combat. In those situations my orders are law and are to be followed implicitly. Failure to comply in the former will earn a soldier a dismissal or court-martial. Noncompliance in the latter will result in an immediate execution."

Portia sweeps her gaze to encompass the entirety of her squad after her last statement. After all some of the soldiers present are new to her command. She wants to make sure everyone knows that dragon or no dragon she is not fucking around.


OOC: obviously this took place just before the group moves out.
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Amaya looks from Dyvalis to Portia and gives a simple nod to show that she understands.

Aurelor watches Portia courageously make her stand, but says nothing, even after she threatens execution for disobedience. He looks away actually, to allow Amaya to deal with these orders on her own.

But with one eye, he looks at Portia and speaks to her telepathically.

The path to this Coalition outpost is the identical route used on the way to Madtown just under two weeks ago. All four squads of Pluto Company, led by Squad One (with the dragons in human form among them) walk the same steps that more than double their numbers walked when they were here last. Pluto Company had been formed not even a month ago and has already been reduced to just 75% of it's original force.

They set out again after some more Coalition scum, but the prospect of hunting down the renegade party is weighing much heavier on the minds of most of those present. They won't be fighting SAMAS armors and skelebots... they are going up against other mages, fellow citizens of Tolkeen...

Their names : Theodore Kitt, Dragana Kovacevic and Renszath.

An hour into the journey, south east, towards this outpost, is the small 'town' of Desire. Before the war it was a sleezy town to buy and sell all kinds of magic and black market weapons. However it was also filled with gangsters, whores, drugs, and violent crime. Naturally all of these things have gotten worse in the past months, but it was still as good as any spot to begin looking for any sings of the traitors...

The town is built on an old city intersection. It has been restored to some of it's original design, complete with streets, road signs, and traffic lights. There are a dozen bars and taverns, among weapon shops, a vehicle repair garage and a fairly large Inn. The whores (human and D-Bee) don't bother with a place of busines and just walk up and down the intersection, some of them completely naked, offering themselves for a small amount of credits. There aren't many people out in the street, but the repair garage is full of vehicles. As soon as Pluto Company enter the town the girls are all over the soldiers dancing and rubbing themselves against everyone.

Everyone knew it was coming, some were happy some were not when the Major came in over the radio...

"Everyone stop, we're going to take a clsoer look."

Not wanting to talk to people, Dyvalis is not impressed with stopping. He reacts almost asexually to the riffraff that prostitute themselves around him. The forceful sales approach does not sit well however as one of them begins to touch him. He reflexively backhands the whore. "Stupid bitch!" he shouts at the woman with a look of pure disgust.

Na-Wa is glad the ladies come. In fact he opens the crotch hatch of his armor and after giving her the demanded price she climbs up onto the Silonnar, straddles him and begins her ‘service’.

   Lotus stops as ordered over the radio.  She idles her hovercycle, hovering just high enough to place a boot on the asphalt.  She takes off her helmet, takes a drink of water from her canteen, and allows a particularly attractive (and clothed, even if scantily) prostitute to approach.  Lotus samples the wares with a kiss and whispers something in her ear and the woman whispers something back.  The woman walks off and Lotus replaces her helmet, awaiting orders with everyone else.

   Lotus isn't sure if "we're going to take a close look" means everyone is supposed to start knocking down doors here, but she waits for further instructions.
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Portia frowns at the Psi-Stalkers behavior but largely ignores it. A cold and hard look from her stops one prostitutes advance mid-stride. She stands on the foot pegs of her hovercycle and yells out in a magically amplified voice. "Attention civilians! We are a Tolkeen military unit on active duty. You will now cease your solicitation and disperse this crowd or you will be forcibly removed. Should we bivouac here for the evening rest assured those soldiers fond of sexually trasmitted diseases will no doubt come and visit you."

Lieutenant Lynn looks at the watch on her left wrist. Her right hand strays to the handle of the black bullwhip coiled at her hip. "You have thirty seconds to comply!"..... twenty seconds!....
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Thasha chuckles at Portia's demands, and hops on top of a nearby car and snarls at a few of the close civilians.

Dyvalis watches Squad Three disperse. He takes his cue from them. "Two man teams. Daemonis you're with me. Find out anything you can. Just ask around about a Tolkeen squad."

Daemonis watches his Id Self, and it makes him sad. All the mental faculties that Daemonis, and until more recently Dyvalis himself, had tried to hold onto seemed to be so quickly lost. The two were always on the way out mentally since committing to the servitude of their Temporal Raider master so long ago, but Dyvalis marked a significant jump in that direction.

Daemonis nods though when he is chosen, and accompanies his worse off self, for it was him in charge in this situation. How that came to be exactly, Daemonis did not quite understand.

Some of the prostitutes are simply not moving as quickly as Lieutenant Lynn would like. The last thing she wants is to see any civilian blood senslessly spilled. The brass typically frowns upon such things for some reason. Either way it is time to make an example of someone so that the others get the idea that it is not playtime.

"TEN! Seconds!" Portia yells as her Pain Whip unfurls at her side. The vicious barbed tip almost touches the ground as her hovercycle slowly moves up just a little more to give her the space she needs. "MOVE BITCHES!" She yells in a growl that almost makes her demonic minions proud. With a look back over her left shoulder she flicks her wrist and with practiced ease sends the bullwhip racing back and up over T-Rex shoulder blades to strike the hooker servicing Na-Wah in the back of the head. The mystical equivalent of a "Donkey-Punch" not only rips out a bloody hunk of flesh but inflicts the Agony spell on the poor woman.

Portia doesn't bother watching the aftermath of her callousness. She figures the last ten seconds are up so she barks out some orders pointing at a small group of prostitutes still in the area. "Burd round up those stragglers and take them to the south edge of town." She then points to a much more high class looking lady who was smart enough never to approach the group yet still stood back near the entrance to one of the bars and watched the proceedings. "Severin I want her for questioning take her into custody now. Wrex fly up above the town. If you spot anyone leaving in a hurry then stop them from doing so. Try to keep them alive if you can. The rest of you split into pairs and randomly sweep this shithole. The rules of engagement are an eye for an eye... or a head for an eye. Use your own discretion."

The act of the whore going crazy in pain and begins to flail about only causes Na-Wa to do her harder until he finishes letting out a few grunts as he does so. Getting what he paid for Na-Wa then dumps the girl off of his Silonar to the right where she continues to wither in pain.

Burd nods to Portia and grins while replying "My pleasure..."

The girls disperse as soon as one of their own is hit with the whip, and when they see Burd coming for them they all flee for their lives. Burd, still following orders to round them up gives chase, which only causes more running and screaming.

Wrex nods and replies "Yes, my master" before taking flight high above the small town and heading for the west side of town first to look for any run-aways.
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Severin approaches the 'high class' lady, "Ok, pretty woman, we can do this the easy way or the fun way. You pick." If she comes willingly, Severin will stand behind her making sure she doesn't run, if not... well then Severin will grab her up and carry her.

The woman runs for her life as soon as Severin takes his first step towards her. Squad Three spreads out in pairs and starts searching the bars and taverns, while a man dressed in shiny battle armour (similar to a cyber knight might wear) walks out to meet Squad Two head on in the streets. He is human, just over 6 feet tall with long black hair. He moves to stand between Burd, Severin and the people they were moving towards.

"You will cease this madness at once! What is the meaning of this disturbance soldiers of Tolkeen?"
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Portia holds up a hand to stay Burd and Severin for the moment. Her other hand stretches towards the fleeing woman and a magic net streams forth and wraps her up from behind. "There is no meaning in madness. This... is soldiers attempting to follow out the orders that I gave them. If you have some authority to interfere with what we are doing then state it and quickly. If perhaps it was merely a lack of judgement or good sense that caused you to impose yourself in front of two demons then please do step aside and go about your business because I am not a patient woman."
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The man makes eye contact with Portia from 50 feet away. "Fuck your orders and fuck Tolkeen. Stand down immediately, and release this woman... I don't think either of us want to see what happens if you don't..."

Another figure stands up on a near by roof, revealing himself. He is wearing wizard robes, and is holding a rifle trained on Portia.
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Amaya shot Portia a glace *using her telepathy she questioned her*.
Still in her human child form... wondering if anyone had noticed she is a dragon.

Na-Wa minds talks to the mean magic lady  at the same time he aims his CA-J-5 weapon arm at the wizard on the roof top and fires three times at him. Na-Wa then kicks the sides of Silonar, and guides the beast to the roof top the wizard is on, hoping that Silonar’s mouth can reach the wizard and eat him.
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If had eyes Wohn-Ecke’s would be popping out of his head right now in response to the sudden and brash actions Na-Wa was doing. But since his mind and soul was in a sword he was incapable of doing so.
>NA-WA what are you doing!!!!!<

Still standing on the foot-pegs of her hovercycle Portia lays her whip across the handlebars. She holds her hands up in a gesture of supplication and says, I think you are making a mistake but I do agree with you at least partially. I believe you do not want to see what happens."

She shakes her head muttering and a 10x20ft hole opens on the street directly underneath the man with him at its approximate center. She screams out an order as her hovercycle zips straight up at an impressive speed.

"ATTACK!"

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UP IS NORTH


Squad One is at the far east, and has spread out their squads north and south, mostly among residential areas.

Squad Two is just east of the intersection.
 - The roof-top sniper is on top of the weapon sho building at the street. It appears to be an ammo shed, with 3 service windows fasing the street, so vehicles could just pull up like a drive through.
The confronting man is east of Squad Two's position on the street, so Squad One is just east of him.

Squad Three is west of Two, just on the west side of the intersection, and has spread it's troops among the couple bars, and the mechanic's shop.

Squad Four is at the far west side, likewise searching north and south.
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   That the situation is escalating quickly is obvious and Lotus is ready to accelerate her hovercycle to find cover if more militants start coming out of the woodwork after Na-Wa and the dinosaur go after the supposed sniper.  As Portia opens some kind of rift beneath the protester, Lotus' eyes dart up to the other rooftops and windows, looking for anything suspicious.  A darkened room with the window open, a civilian who looks a little too calm...

   If the shit hits the fan, Lotus will do what she can to avoid being caught in a crossfire in the middle of the street, even if it means ramming through a window on her hovercycle to find concealment.

Severin moves between Portia and the hole, his starfire pulse cannon in hand, waiting the next move.

Na Wa lands one perfectly-placed shot in the robed-man's face on the roof, and another in his chest, before riding his silonar/t-rex to hop on top of a parked car, then to a parked truck, and finally up onto the roof. The sniper can be heard screaming...

The pit opens beneath the man in the street, and he reappears 500 feet in the air above where he was standing and freefalls back to the street. He can't help but scream on the way down, and lands face down on his chest with a small bounce. He now lays moitionless on the ground in front of Severin...

Dyvalis sizes up the two immediate threats. He activates his Invincible Armor. He doesn't bother making any hostile actions toward them; there's plenty of firepower aimed their way. Instead he scans for indications of a larger ambush. If there was only the two of them, they had obviously been driven mad by the hard times this town has seen of late. They would have to have a lot more men if they believed in sound mind that they could win.

Severin walks over to the man, and grabs him by the collar of whatever type of armor he has on and carries him to Portia, "I don't think he enjoyed that ma'am," the massive crocodile man laughs briefly.

Amaya let out a little chuckle when she saw the man fall. She eagerly sets her wings free, spreading them anxiously...and flapping them around... she raises her head as she let out a fierce growl..  cautiously watching the men below her as she tries to choose which will be dinner..

Lieutenant Lynn lets her hovercycle slowly drift back down to the earth as she coils up her whip and straps it back to her hip."Nothing like making morons die for their cause to start the day off right." she says shaking her head in disgust. "Severin strip his body of anything valuable then toss it in the gutter. Burd your with me grab the whore in the net. Dyvalis take the rest of the team to quell the little uprising at that bar. You are in charge. I will be questioning this detainee at the edge of town. Keep the squad channel open."

She nods to the vicious Thornhead demon and once he has the woman in hand they will make haste out of town with Portia hovering alongside the demon matching his supernatural speed. She calls on her radio as she does.

"Lieutenant Lynn here, I have put down two armed insurgents in the street. Lieutenant Dyvalis is leading most of second squad to the inn to backup Sergeant Forge and Shimrod against hostiles... Over."
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Severin nods, "Yes ma'am." and then takes everything the man has, tossing his naked body on the roadside, and moves to join Portia and Burd.

Amaya gets a few glaces of Portia Lynn.. Dyvalis.. and Severin.. Letting out a low fierce growl Amaya tries to lick one of the men below her... deciding that he will be the lucky who will be slowly devoured * at the back her head she slowly chuckles.. seeing the man shaking from fear...* Amaya just stared at the man below her thinking that he was going to be a tasty meal... Her mouth begins to water from just imaging his chewy flesh in her mouth... Feeling the warmth of his blood trickle on the tip of her tongue... Amaya spreads her wings.. and begins to flap them around feeling impatient... Amaya begins to eagerly reach with her tongue.. to try to lick the man again.. hoping to get a bite out of him this time...

Dyvalis nods, but very discreetly. He turns toward Daemonis and speaks in Dragonese. "Go on, lead the way." He walks with Daemonis and casually leads the rest of the squad to Sgt. Forge's location. He doesn't not walk ahead of the group, but does give a "Let's go," from within the crowd.

The residents of Desire have almost completely vanished from sight, back into their homes, or the various establishments. The only resident Amaya can feast on is the naked one Severin carried away. People watch through windows as the squad moves into the main intersection, then turn north to meet up with Forge and Shimrod at the bar.

Na-Wa allows Silonar to gobble up his meal before guiding the dinosaur along the same path as the rest of second platoon. Only that Na-Wa and his mount travel along the roof tops.

19:11, Today: Na - Wa rolled 6 using 1d100. Horsemanship Exotic Animals 65%.
PASS

Dyvalis receives the call on the radio from Sgt. Forge. "You heard her, Second Squad, double time! Be ready to engage immediately. Take out anyone who raises a weapon."

He jogs along with the squad, holding his rifle at the ready. If he's within 1000ft he pulls the top of his millennium staff out of the dimensional pocket in his satchel.

A few dozen humans in black body armour have gathered on the rooftops and around Mephisto, Hopper and the vehicles. None of them have attacked, but their numbers are approaching 20...

Sgt Van Fanel from third squad can be seen in the air on his TW hoverboard.

While Portia and Burd make their way elsewhere in town, Dyvalis squad arrives to the bar to find Sergeant Forge and Shimrod on their way out. There are several of these armored soldiers aiming weapons out of the windows, and a couple have taken positions on the roof. None of them have opened fire, they are just watching.

Portia flies over close to Burd and gives the captive a vicious punch in the mouth.

"You are one lucky little cunt. You better make sure you lock your doors at night bitch. Let her go she can walk back."

She says to the Thornhead Demon with a shrug of her shoulders. Turning her hovercycle back around she zips off back towards the town.

Severin smiles, showing all his reptilian teeth, "Yes, lock your door. Makes it funnier when I kick the fucker in."

Na-Wa and his Silonar continue to travel along the rooftops as Dyvalis and the rest of the squad travel on the street.

While Portia makes her way back to the center of town, there is a series of explosions to the south, followed by the sound of a glitter boy's boom gun, and then full blown gunfire exchange. This bar is no different and Dyvalis' crew is fired upon by anyone who can geta clear shot of them, along with Forge and Shimrod. Na-Wa finds himself the target of several roof top gunmen...

Portia increases the speed of her silently moving hovercycle while simultaneously increasing altitude so she will be a good hundred feet or so higher than the highest building in the town. She flips off the cap of her scroll tube as she and pulls out a few scrolls as she gets closer. Looking for and not immediately seeing the Baalrog demon flying around she calls him on the radio, Squad Two frequency. "Wrex! Attack! Find whoever is initiating hostile actions against Pluto Company and give me a goddamn impressive body count." Zipping over the town she spots a bunch of black armored soldiers scuttling across the rooftop of a three story building. "Looks enough like Coalition to me." Unfurling the scroll she gears down slowing slightly as she approaches the target reading the mystic words scrawled on the paper. The spell triggers and a large meteor streaks from the sky and hurtles towards the doomed structured. Lt. Lynn throttles back up to speed and heads off in search of another target of opportunity.
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Na-Wa (and his Silonar) jumps off the roof to avoid getting shot at. Once on the ground the Psi-stalker guides the beast to the nearest enemy, and hope the dumb beast (which is only slightly less intelligent then its rider) gets the hint to begin snaking on them.

Severin races towards the sounds of battle, ready to kill something, and soon.

Na Wa takes one blast in the back of his left shoulder, and the 'rex is hit two or three times before leaving the open roof. With no apparent reason the shooting from the bar stops and they do nothing to prevent the mystically summoned meteor from the sky that crashes through the roof and levels the entire structure, likely killing all 30 soldiers inside...

Meanwhile Portia, on her way to the main intersection likewise summonsa meteor into a nearby hotel with troops visible on the roof. The entire building collapses and ignites... Portia moves closer to the main source of action...

At the main intersection, there are still a couple dozen resident soldiers gathered on the nearby rooftops, and a few scattered here and there around town, but no other focus point. All unarmed civilians have long since taken hiding in their homes.
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In response over the squad's channel "Yes master, I will destroy them".

Dyvalis hears the call on the radio about the incoming demon. "Lt. Lynn, I believe demon's are your specialty. I'll see what I can do about the rooftops."

The Elven Temporal Mage begins to sheath his wooden staff in his satchel despite how impossible it may seem. There in the mystic envelope of his satchel he keeps his left hand, while drawing (again impossibly from his shallow satchel) a light red metal sword, covered in runes. A spell is cast and he is surrounded by blades that seem to whiz around him like electrons around a nucleus. Then he side-steps and disappears.

As she moves in closer Portia readies another couple of scrolls and tries to get a visual on this "demon" she is hearing about. IF she does get a clear view of it she will happily unleash another meteor on the town below.

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Hearing the radio call Lt. Lynn calmly puts her destructive scrolls back in her case and considers calling Wrex over the radio to tell him to discontinue his attack but she thinks better of it and decides to let her newest pet have a little fun. After all a happy demon is... well not an unhappy one anyway.

Now atop one of 3 buildings where the militia had been gathering forces, Dyvalis watches as one man jumps to his death and 2 others surrender without a fight. Dyvalis is visibly pissed off. Through his field of invincible armor, his face can be seen contorting as the elf almost loses it, having to decide between the tactical advantage of a prisoner and the gratification of the hell he was about to unleash on these stupid sons of bitches. Luckily there were 2 of them.

He swiftly decapitates the first one to surrender. Then he turns to the other one with a sadistic glare. "Off the roof, NOW! I suggest you use your friend here to break your fall." He then looks at his watch and proceeds to count down, "4! 3! 2..." as he advances on the militia man, tightening his grip on the rune sword.

Na-Wa allows his Silonar to feed on the head of the decapitated man. After the snack the Psi-Stalker guides the animal to follow behind the nearest officer.
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(This is on a roof top that Dyvalis had teleported to. Na-Wa likely would not know Dyvalis was up here, but may have seen the first guy to jump off the roof).

The first 'jumper' stops falling just before he hits the ground, then lands safely on his feet and makes a run for an alley on the other side of the street.

The surviving man, backs up right off the roof and lands on the sidewalk below. He is either dead or unconscious...

As Lt. Lynn flies by the rooftop where Dyvalis is apparently making men "walk the plank" she giggles and gives her Second a curt salute. Hearing Wrex on the radio she wrinkles her brow in frustration for a moment then gives him a more simple set of orders. "Convince it to join us under my complete authority or destroy it utterly. Either way you will please me Wrex."
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