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Maritza Verenna

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For several moments, the Naga seemed to not notice the slimy monstrosity as she set about destroying the remaining skeletal knights with her signature brutal efficiency. It was only after crushing the last skeleton between her coils, it's aged breastplate crumpling beneath her might, that the Naga turned to face the newest arrival to the battlefield. And for the first time that night, Maritza didn't charge.

Rearing back, the Naga let out a low, snarling hiss. Despite their objective being right before them, every instinct in her body screamed to NOT fight the monster before her. For a split second, logic, instinct and duty fought for control of Maritza's next more. Out of the corner of her eye, She saw the cross-guard of Gerard's sword be repulsed by the sorceress' barrier. Now there was a fight she could win.

Fainting a charge back in, Maritza diverted her momentum at the last moment; instead rushing headlong towards Gerard and the mage. Throwing a brief jog into her charge, the Knight Serpenta began spinning her newfound axe in a bid to build up as powerful of a charge as she could. As she slid around Gerard, Maritza snapped her axe to a two-handed grip once more as she swung on the mage. Closing her eyes at the last possible second, the Naga braced herself for whatever came next. Magic on magic tended to be rather spectacular.

In response to Ivan, the ancient super-soldier sighs almost dejectedly. "Fine, take all my fun away. I'll do this the boring way." Still grumbling under his breath, Stefan returns the nuke to the storage container. Briefly fiddling with his tech, he patches into the Fury of Terra's systems and projects up a 3d holographic map of the surrounding area.

As the holomap comes completely online, Stefan addresses Shadow. "First, Experience. I earned my commission the hard way; back in the days of the Confederacy. Two, I've spent a lot less time on ice than you have. Third, War is my life. There is no human body underneath this shell, no possibility of settling down, of retiring. If this body does age, I have yet to notice it. And fourth, I've made the most of my time. I've studied, practiced and implemented both the art & science of war." For a moment, Stefan truly seems to look his age; the super-soldier who has watched more than a generation of allies, comrades and friends develop, mature, grow old, retire and eventually die. It's a sad and lonely face.

In the awkward silence following Stefan's monologue the holomap's projector chirps, lighting up with IFF markings. The projection paints a stark picture; the colonists being vastly outnumbered by the Zerg horde. Returning to the task at hand, the super-solder quickly sizes up the situation. "Alright Shadow, what's the effective range limit on that flash freeze of yours? How long can you keep it up for? How far into the ground can you reach with it? I spotted a Nydus network when I dropped in, so that'll need to be dealt with." Stefan asks, rattling off his questions in rapid-fire succession; the super-solider having switched from happy-go-lucky berserker to cold-blooded tactician with an almost unnerving swiftness. Not missing a beat, he casts a quick glance over at Amanda. "Are the colonies' class-3 terraformers still working?"

Pausing for a moment, the woman in question stares off into space; thinking. "Uhh... Yes. They're currently offline to conserve power, but they are one the few things we've managed to avoid stripping for parts."

"Good. That'll simplify things. Get them powered up."

Nodding, Amanda takes a couple of steps back from the group and starts barking orders into her comms.
Maritza Verenna

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Scattering the last of the skeletons, Maritza spared a glance towards the fight against the vampire. With Dame Tyaethe holding their opponent's head aloft, the Knight Serpenta pressed forward without a second thought. That fight was in the bag. Crushing a couple more skeletons on her way down the stairs, Martiza slid into the light of the bottom chamber's entrance.

Time seemed to crawl as Mari glanced around the room. In front of her stood Captain Fanilly and the Nem, poised on the charge. Ahead of them was Gerard, already at a full tilt toward the mage. To the sorceress' left were a cadre of armored skeletons guarding a masked man who stood in front of a girl who could only have been Vosahnn's sister. As the Knight Serpenta set her eyes on small crumpled figure behind the masked man, Maritza felt her rage boil over; washing away the last vestiges of her restraint in a sea of red. A primordial war howl roared past the Naga's bloodstained lips as she launched herself once more into the fray.

Sliding forward like greased lightning, the Naga slipped around Vosahnn and Fanilly, her newfound axe blurring in a whirlwind of motion. With inhuman speed, Mari charged the armored skeletons. Swinging with a two-handed grip, the former Barukstaedian's axe snapped back into focus as it collided with the foremost skeletal foe. An earsplitting crack echoed through the catacombs as the armored skeleton in question ceased to be. A horribly crumpled chestplate clattered off the back walls of the chamber while the rest of the bones and armor went flying in all directions.


<<We just disturbed a graveyard full of ancient war machines. I'm sure it's nothing.>>

Fox's artificial tenor came through as dry as the desert around them. Despite his casual tone, the young man began to redeploy with an almost aggressive haste. Redirecting the Ravens up and over toward the disturbance; he kicked on the Outrider's repulsers, pushing up the exoframe to float less than a meter above the ground. Skimming the dune-tops, Fox angled his path far to one side of the disturbance in order to hopefully not be in the way of anything inbound on the LZ.

<<Soo... any bets on what we just woke up?>>

Fox asks a little too casually; settling into a dune as he waits for visual conformation from his drones.
The ground didn't immediately erupt in giant laser beams of death. I'm calling that a win.


Having launched with little fanfare, Fox opted to drop in behind Castle; taking up a position a few hundred meters off his six. The exo-frame maneuvering with a speed and sharpness not quite on par with that of the Bedwyr or Starstrike.

<<Castle, this is Outrider. Following you in.>>

Weathering the reentry with little difficulty, Fox took in their LZ through the shared battlenet. Fox frowned as Stojanovic updated the LZ with the abnormal hotspots. The odds of hostile contacts had just gone up significantly. With any luck, they were simply looking at some natural geothermal activity; but the young man had learned long ago to go into any potentially hostile situation expecting the worst. Quickly searching the surrounding area, Fox found a nice dip between two rises a good 500 meters outside of the southern edge of the LZ and adjusted his trajectory accordingly.

<<Outrider here. Establishing overwatch south of the LZ.>>

With a brief bit of maneuvering, Fox rode his heat shield like a surfboard; using it's broad surface to angle his decent without the assistance of thrusters. 100 meters from his chosen landing site, he popped his chutes and let his heat shield lazily sail away into a nearby sand dune. Firing his thrusters at the last moment, Fox made a near textbook landing between the two ridges.

Reeling in his parachutes, the young man launched his Raven drones, connecting their systems to the shared battlenet as they spread out to provide increased sensor coverage. While the Outrider's smart paint adjusted the new environment, Fox settled into the shallow ridge overlooking the LZ and unlimbered his Bolt-Thrower.

<<Outrider in position.>>
No one:

Absolutely no one:

"So help me, if somebody exploits Halim, I will end them."


So much for getting there early," Volana smirked, prying her gaze away from the screen with the planet to shoot Fox a grin. "Guess we will have to ask about naming privileges later, yes?"

With a shake of his head and a lopsided grin of his own, Fox silently followed behind Volana as they made their way toward the hanger. Pausing at the lift doors for moment to take in the sheer breadth of Orbital designs and colors, Fox let himself stare for a few more seconds before moving on in search of his mech.

Dwarfed by the proper orbitals around it Fox's Outrider was tucked back in it's bay, not even close to filling the space allotted to it. As he made his way over, Fox was met by an older woman in UN fatigues and a pair of work overalls. Tossing Fox his helmet, she leaned to one side and offered a dry grin.

"Have a nice nap, Kid?"

"Like a rock. How 'bout you Sarah?"

Fox replied with his 'actual' voice, both hands catching the helmet. The engineer in question, Sarah Copeland, stepped back in mock surprise.

"He speaks! We in serious mode today?"

"Don't know yet. The day is still young."

Fox signed back cheekily, his helmet tucked under one arm. Groaning, Sarah turned to face Fox's Exo-Frame as the young man stepped up to join her.


"Nothing out of the ordinary. Regular tuning aside, you've got an ablative heat shield & chutes for the drop; booster pack for breaking orbit."

Pausing for a moment, Sarah snapped her fingers.

"I did actually have enough to enough time to hit the booster with smart paint and get it synced with stealth suite. So on the off-chance there are actually angry little green men down there, you won't have to ditch the pack for full stealth. Outrider's all warmed up and ready for ya."

"Excellent work, Ms. Copeland, as always."


Giving his engineer one last nod, Fox slipped his helmet on and pulled himself up to the open cockpit of his mech's chest. Strapping in, he brought the Exo-frame out of rest mode; the mech thrumming slightly as all of it's systems came fully online. As he went through the pre-launch checklist with practiced ease, Fox paused at the stealth systems.

...Always better safe than sorry...

Opening a short range broadband comm, Fox spoke up.

{This is Fox in Outrider. Testing stealth systems in 3, 2, 1.}

With that, the smart paint shifted from the clear cut UN blues and whites to the grays and metallics of the hanger itself. A translucent field shimmered into existence around the Exo-Frame a couple meters from its surface; bending light around the mech and rendering it little more than an unidentifiable mass from the outside. Emissions control and sensor baffling came online next, further obscuring it from any other sensors. Launching one of his raven drones inside the field, Fox gave the smart camo a once over.

...Looking good. No odd detection patterns...

Moving the drone out through the field, the stealth suite automatically opened a micro hole in the field, allowing for continued laser guided control. Giving the outside of the field a quick inspection and finding no issues, Fox disengaged the the stealth suite and returned the drone to it's docking port.

{Test complete.}

With the pre-launch check done, Fox stepped out of mech bay in the Outrider and into the hanger proper. Queuing up for launch behind Adam's Skyhammer, Fox's Exo-Frane was dwarfed by the Orbital, not even coming up to it's waist.
Yep. There was almost certainly more than what was listed, but I felt like that covered the highlights nicely. Also the fact that the majority of the Legion chose to run and fight rather than surrender is what resulted in the massive military response. Nobody wants several small "fleets" of paramilitary forces turned bandits and outlaws running around in their proverbial backyard.

The amount of housecleaning that was required as a result of all the bribery also contributed to the desire properly hunt them down. You don't want to let a problem like that slip back into the woodwork. That, and letting a system-wide trafficking ring go unpunished tends to be really bad PR.
It was a BIG deal. The Outer-Orbital Legion was a legitimate mercenary organization, and a massive one at that. It took two years of active investigation by an international criminal investigation task-force to connect all the dots, as it were.

When the joint task force made their move, they were able to seize effectively all of the Legion's inner-system assets, it was everything else the Legion had scattered throughout the rest of star system that was the problem. When they realized what had happened, the Legion grabbed everything they had and ran like hell.

This is what resulted in the six month system wide fleet-hunt. The-Powers-That-Be mobilized every asset that they possibly could in order to capture the Legion. As a result, all the major powers had patrols and/or task forces hunting for the Legion. So while a lot of people were activated for the hunt, at most maybe a third of them actually saw any action.

As of 245 SA The Legion was no more. Any members who hadn't been caught were either doing their best slip back into regular society unnoticed or had become backwater pirates of little importance.

I think that fleshes out the details, any remaining questions?
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