In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg # 828):

Rubbing his red eyes, Crichton looked like he really needed a beer. Peter and Jane could see he was wearing a red "Maltese Cross" (the Templar's symbol) badge on a white arm band, as did the other defenders.

"Hey, I hear you been through a lot, too!

"We really slowed 'em down in the ruins, made 'em fight on foot, house to house and room to room. Still, with the Anti-Templars leading the Destroyers, their biker and road gang allies the bad guys numbered about 400. It was at least 4 to 1 odds and they were a lot better armed than we were, lots of vehicles, a few heavy weapons. They fought their way to the door of the Temple and looked like they were going to overrun us completely, but no one ran. At the last moment Goose and his boys and girls came through the storm wall, hit 'em from behind. It was all over but the shouting, the Destroyers and their biker and road gang allies broke and tried to flee, they got cut down. There were six Anti-Templars and five went down (I zapped two myself), only one got away."

Modeen's posse of Anti-Templars had numbered twelve. They'd killed three, five more fell here, leaving four unaccounted for,

"Why don't you go in and talk to Goose and Simon (he's doing better now). They're waiting. Then we can catch up, if we have time, but other things are happening."

In reply to Tech. Sgt. Airen Crichton (msg # 834):

"sounds exciting and interesting but you know. Goose is expecting us so yeah. Best go see whats up."

Roadkill heads into the temple to meet Goose and doing all he can to avoid the conversation on good and evil.

Smoker tags along behind Roadkill.

In reply to Tech. Sgt. Airen Crichton (msg # 834):

A fairly tired Trejo patted Crichton on the shoulder in a comradely fashion. "Knew you guys could do it. Yeah, let's go in."

In reply to Trejo (msg # 837):

"Ya. Maybe sometime we will share stories?"

He was helping carry the axes and swords recovered from the fallen Anti-Templars. "We never found the blades from the Templars who died at the orchard. A pity.

"After you, my love."
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Peter gave a smile and a nod to Crichton's story. "After this meeting and some sleep, we can perhaps have a drink together."

He followed into the "Temple" wondering what would be said this time around.

   "If the Trejo thinks your okay then you must be on some level. Never seen him give credit where it wasn't due Old Man. Fact is he still gives me shit. Known him off and on since before the Bombs. Take it as a compliment." Trejo's Squire tells the Junker. "Gotta see Simon, but afterwards I'll be seeing you."

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 840):

Walking in Roadkill looks around. Not sure where they are he just calls out anyway.

"Goose goose goose. We are back. Not in one piece but most made it. Looks like you had issues here too."

Maura looks at Shaefer, "together if you please love"
"Care to bet some one has some thing else they want done"

Jane followed the others in.  This meeting stuff wasn't her thing but she understood the need of it.  When Peter mentioned rest she had to agree.  Some sleep would be good and there should be enough people around this time to get a few extra hours.  She looked over at Peter though and wondered if he would finally get those extra hours.  Hopefully he would.

They filed into Boise's Great Temple main hall. Waiting for them was, of course, Goose and Biletnikoff, the Librarian. Simon was there, looking wan and drawn, and accompanying him was a young female Templar. She had red hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore a tactical vest under her Templar's Tabard.

Goose nodded at the posse as they came in, and replied to Roadkill as he slapped him on the back. "Hell, Roadkill! You're late, lazy SOB. Good to see you made it, even helped take down Modeen. A lot of us made the Final Trip 'cause of him and his goons. You done good."

Waiting a second for the pleasantries to conclude, Simon interjected, "welcome to the Temple. I'm Simon. My apologies for my earlier state. I feel... better, now.

"First things first. Did any of you die? Kyla here can do something about it. She's Katy Blaze's daughter."

All the older members of the posse had heard of Katy Blaze, a famous film/TV/3-D star from before the war, famous for her martial arts skill and doing her own stunts.

Roadkill laughs a bit.

"Ha, I did nothing. I was out for most of it. Trucks in grenades... i mean grenades in trucks do strange things to ya hearing. Sounds like Jas did all the killing. I didn't see it but it sounded like he grew 10 feet tall and stomped the freak into the dirt."

Obviously tones it down a wee bit

"We didn't all make it back as i said."

  "We lost Ian to an Anti-Templar axe." the Squire says.

Goose nodded his respect to Jason.

"Sad to hear about your friend. Corndog said you lost your rig, or at least it's damaged. Don't worry, you'll get another. Or maybe something better!"

Kyla, the Templar, was tired and drawn, still covered in the soot and dirt of battle. Even someone's blood, but probably not her own. Blaze put down her AK. "Bring in your friend. If he's worthy, we'll see if the Saints think he gets another shot."

She looked a lot like her mother, Katy. Katy had won a great amount of fame for her action roles, all the more amazing because she did her own fighting and stunts, something unheard of in the 99% CGIFX world of pre-war Hollywood.

In reply to Kyla Blaze (msg # 848):

"Sullivan was a lawman, like me. A Mountie. Died with his boots on. Come on, Schaeffer, let's get the man." He nodded at the door.

In reply to Trejo (msg # 849):

"Ya, Sergeant Sullivan was a good man, and died while freeing the hostages. The motto of the Mounties is maintiens le droit, or "uphold the right". He did that, and more."

He left with Trejo to retrieve Sullivan's body.

Outside, they met with Cpl. Beaujolais, the fellow Mountie that Sullivan had met in Boise. Sullivan had given Beaujolais an important package, Beaujolais had lent him her M4 carbine for his mission to hunt down Modeen. The middle-aged black woman with the Caribbean looked as tired and worn as anyone in the ruins of Boise, as she'd stayed to help defend. "I guess he helped get his man. He'd want to be buried in his Mountie red serge uniform. Said he wouldn't wear it again until the RCMP was reformed, and now it 'as."

"Well, don't go all dressing him up just yet. Simon needs to see him," growled Trejo.

They took Sullivan's body, still wrapped in his shelter half, back into the temple. Once there, they laid it on a wood table, as directed. A look of intense concentration came over Kayla as she unwrapped the body and placed her hands over Sullivan's wounds. Soon, an intense blue glow suffused the body, something none of them, even Jason, had ever seen before. It grew brighter, so intense that no one could bear to look directly at it. Minutes passed, not long, maybe five, ten?

The glow abruptly receded. The effect seemed to be Sullivan's wounds were healed. And then, he slowly started to breathe...

  "It's a pretty strange day at the office if after killin' a Servitor that a good "guy" leaves a Ranger speechless. I've seen some things, but bring the dead back not that Ian doesn't deserve to be back. I call that the bigger win Miss Blaze." Jason says as awestruck as is possible for him.

Maura watches fasinated.
As far as she knows what is being sugested is impossible, how can you bring some one back from beyond the viel and heal wounds on a body already dead?

Here eyes go wide at the sight of what happens, and she bows long and deaply to Kayla, "Lady how did you manage such", she stutters, "to reach beyond and bring back a man dead?"
"Not even the power of a full circle of adepts can amanage such"

Smoker stood there open-mouthed in amazement.

Jane watched and took a step back.  She heard rumors of such things happening but one never knew with rumors.  It was...unsettling...to see it done.  "<smaller>Damn that's spooky.</smaller>"  She finally muttered and then looked around to see if anybody heard her for she didn't mean her softly spoken outbreak to be taken as blasphemy.
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In reply to Jane Guin (msg # 855):

Roadkill was a bit skeptical at first and quickly looked around for a string or something.

"Now we need that all the time! He shouted rather excitably.
"No excuses anymore i guess."

He looks towards Smoker and puts his arm around his shoulders and quietly says

"Can you do that with vehicles some day?"

Kayla opened her eyes and smiled at Roadkill. He could tell that under other circumstances, she would be a gorgeous women. The older Posse members could definitely see the resemblance to her mother, Katy.

"It doesn't usually work! And it takes a lot out of me. Not something I do every day. That wasn't really my work, anyways. Like many of the greatest miracles a Templar performs a saint was working through me, Clara Clark. She was a nurse in New York in the 1980s, she hunted vampires, the Nosferatu, and they killed her. My mother's a saint as well."

She turned to Rowan. "You're a witch, right? Modern witchcraft is largely due to the work of Annabelle Lee Devlin, a descendent of Mina Devlin. From what I know of Witchcraft, the most powerful magic is black magic, which is what Mina practiced. Annabelle Lee researched more subtle and less corrupting spells and powers to pass along to her sisters.

"Maybe we Templars can work greater or flashier miracles with the help of the saints, but then, we do have bigger targets on our backs."
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Rowan nods impressed by the womens skill, her modesty and honesty.
"I walk the ladies path "she says simply, you are correct there is always the dark side to be aware off."
"More powerful, no I do not think so, easier to grasp hold of and be consumed by I would have said"
"It killed my teacher when she got caught by people of the left way"

Rowan Pauses and adds "'Ever be mindful of the rule of three' runs the warning"

Rowan smiles "but you know of us with out fear and I am glad of that, have you met any of my sister and brothers and if so where ?"