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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