After the events at the small town of Desire, Pluto Company was disbanded and seperated. The Dragons continued on their mission, and the soldiers of Pluto went on their various ways - the main group of them remained together and set off on the second half of the original mission.

The original mission was to head to a town of Coalition sympathizers and deploy a magic weapon in it's center. As well as track down a group of Tolkeen desertors who were on their way to defect to The Coalition forces.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere in Tolkeen...

Nuitari had just finished his goodbyes with his last platoon the night before. Today was a new day, and a fresh start where he would find himself in command of a unit that has worked closely together for the last month and had quite the reputation for their officers (3 dead, 1 deserter, and some demotions/transfer-outs).

There was no way to tell if this was the "trouble" class that no officer could control, or perhaps it was the opposite. They hardly require the use of an officer, and they have just been dealt a slew of incompetents and psychopaths. This war has brought out the worst in alot of people...

The new platoon was once part of the now disbanded Pluto Company. The very same company who had captured who was believed to be Emperor Prosek (turned out to be a decoy) as well as defended Madtown to it's last moment saving hundreds of civilians. They had an impressive resume, despite their trouble with officers.

Apparently just an hour ago their Captain, one 'Portia Lynn' deserted the platoon, and left them to fight off an Ishpeming platoon and a potential Vampire threat.

They aren't even aware as of yet that they are receiving a new officer.

But for now Nuitari was free to restock/resupply, or just relax before he was scheduled to meet with the others.
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About 18 months ago...

   Nuitari was forever planning for the future.  It was a trait he picked up early in life and it had served him well as a student of ward and circle magic.  There was no luxury of reaction-speed with these mystic arts as there was with incantation-based magic.  Should one find themselves being charged by a deevil, a spellcaster would have plenty of time to cast an incantation to deal with the beast.  A ward or circle mage must already have foreseen the attack and laid a trap accordingly.  On this night Nuitari was not setting a trap but rather the opposite.  He was setting up an escape should it become necessary.

   It was February of 106 PA.  Nuitari was 2nd in command of an escort for a diplomatic convoy from Tolkeen to Dunscon's Federation of Magic.  Three weeks earlier, they met a squad from Nostrous and were escorted inside the city.  The Tolkeen Diplomats were given residences on the top floor of a hotel while the escort team were given rooms on the floor below.  The diplomats were holding nightly meetings with a personal advisor of Dunscon and Nuitari's escort team provided security.  But they were able to find some downtime and on one night Nuitari was able to spend a little extra time alone in one of the Tolkeen diplomat's rooms.  He flipped over a wooden coffee table, removed some paneling from the underside, and proceeded to draw a magic circle there.  It was a teleport circle and it was something he had wanted to do since he learned of the war between Tolkeen and the Coalition.

   Should the war ever find its way to the gates of Tolkeen and should those gates ever fall, Nuitari's wife and infant son would be helpless.  They were human and neither were magic users, so they may not be persecuted by the Coalition soldiers, but that wouldn't protect them from the chaos and random violence which would surely ensue.  So Nuitari planned to create a linked set of teleportation circles here and at his home in Tolkeen.  Should the need arise; he would be able to whisk his family away and take refuge here in the Federation of Magic.  Chances would be slim that he would ever be close to home if those final moments ever arrived, so he planned to teach his wife how to use the circles herself.  Nuitari included a credit stick with 5,000 credits inside the table, next to the circle, and placed a small silent alarm ward on the credstick.  He replaced the wooden paneling, covering his creation and placing the table where he found it.  Due to the nature of linked teleportation circles, the destination circle required no channelling of psychic energy.  Therefore it was unlikely to ever be detected unless someone purposely dismantled the table.

   If he found the opportunity, Nuitari would place a few other teleportation circles on his travels.  Not just in Nostrous, but wherever else he went as well.  But for now, he had stolen enough free time and had to return to duty.

Present Day...

   Nuitari had only one night between his departure from his old platoon and his first meeting with a member of his new platoon.  He spent that night at home with his family.  It had been about a month since he had seen his wife and it was a rather passionate reunion.  Shortly after, they had a heated argument about Nuitari's transfer.  Jenna was no fool and she recognized the risks involved with juggling the challenges of a new command with the chaos of war.  But she also understood that this was a war for survival and Nuitari was working to protect her and their child.  Nuitari was worried and tried not to show it, as Jenna did the same for him.  They quickly made up and slept through the night with their baby between them.

   In the morning, Nuitari had to leave and begin preparations for his next mission.  It was painful to say goodbye again, but Nuitari was happy knowing his family would be safer than most.  When war was declared, just before he enlisted, Nuitari turned his basement into a bomb shelter, complete with an array of circles and wards to keep his wife safe and utterly destroy any intruders.  For now, Nuitari had to focus on the task at hand.  Command still didn't fully understand his borderline-obsessive need for preparation.  He needed to know the details of his new platoon's next mission before he could prepare effectively.  Nuitari went to the base where he could find his commanding officer and hopefully get some more information.

   Aside from his own need to prepare, the last thing he wanted to do was to answer "I don't know" when his new soldiers asked him where they were headed next.
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"Lieutenant, I am Karno. I have been in command of these boys for a long time. My efforts are split now between several spec units - but this one is in need of some clean up. They have had plenty of trouble with demons, murderers, insubordination, in-fighthing... they were the ones who called Arven The Annihilator their ally before he snapped and shot up the Tolkeen market.

They are tasked with tracking down a group of violent Tolkeen traitors trying to defect to the Coalition. The renegade Tolkeen group has approximately 50 members. 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 (this giant war machine will help give us their position).

Boris was waiting out front of the command office when Nuitari arrived. He was smoking a cigar much like many Russian cyborgs like to still do. After a few moments he followed Nuitari inside the room full of officers - just after a Trailblazer ATV drives down the street, with a hovercyle,a glitter Boy and a german power armour in tow.

Inside,there were Lieutenants, and Captains, and Majors and even a Colonel, and a dozen aides running around trying to handle their respective officers.

Boris headed to the same Major, Zor Karno and waited for Nuitari and Karno to finish their conversation.
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"Boris? Welcome, I am Major Karno, this is your new Lieutenant, Nuitari Solinari. Please take these personel files and locate the individuals - they need to be armed and ready to depart in exactly one hour. Get in touch with the Lieutenant when you are all ready and Tolkeen will teleport you wherever necessary."
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"That's fine" Boris says as he steps up next to Nuitari. He looks at the Lieutenant and nods, before taking the files from Karno. Like most of the mercenaries Tolkeen military etiquette has not been enforced.

He then turns around and leaves back out the entrance. Boris heads to the troop barracks area looking for the soldiers in the files.
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Bernandez is found in a gym area designed for augmented humans. There are Juicers and Crazies running all over the place lifting obscenely sized weights and performing amazing feats of athleticism.

When Boris enters and calls out his name, Bernandez hops down from an aerobics machine and grabs a towel to wipe down his face and hands before jogging to meet the Merc Sergeant wearing a pair of boxers, and his juicer harness.

"Evan The Blade Bernandez here sir. New assignment?"
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   While inside Tolkeen Military Command, he followed protocol and saluted appropriately.  "Sir." He stated as the customary greeting to a senior officer.  Nuitari listened keenly to the Major's explanation of the mission.  When Boris appeared, he returned the nod and watched the unusually small borg leave before turning back to Major Karno.
   "We'll bring these defectors to justice, sir.  Can I obtain the files on those among them who were regular soldiers of Tolkeen?  As you may know, my magic is capable of targetting individuals over great distances.  All I require is the target's full and true name.  If we have this on file for any of the individuals, I can set up surveillance, tracking, and even capture much more easily."  Nuitari pauses and strokes his chin before continuing.  "It might also work if we have any part of them such as hair clippings, DNA samples, or even a blood donation.  A final option would be to sacrifice the friend or relative of one of them, although I would only consider this for the gargoyles or raksasha.  Of course, I will rely on more conventional means if none of this is possible."

"I admire your initiative Nuitari, but they are masters of magic just like us. They were prepared for this sort of surveillance before they left. They destroyed years of records, and made sure to leave no trace. They knew how to cover their escape."

In a cold, metallic voice, still tainted with a Russian accent "Bernandez, my name is Boris. Nice to welcome you." He reaches out to shake his hand, then continues "There should be one more... a Mystic Knight... I have heard about them..."