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Odell Fuchs


"You didn't listen at all back there huh?" Odell wasn't too surprised. There was always that one guy anyway... "We're headed to Mountain Glenn, as I said in the briefing." The VTOL began to take off, following the armored company at a rapid pace. The first few miles inland would be uneventful for the most part, as scouts already confirmed there was no grimm activity near Beacon.

There was little contact with the Grimm until the mountains grew quite visible. A sizable horde Grimm started to move towards the armored mechs, so this was their time to play support. The VTOL touched off near the armored mechs, dropping the team off and flying back to Beacon to refuel.

"Alright. Just make sure the Grimm don't get close enough to the mechs to cause trouble. The mechs will lay down covering fire, but don't expect them to save you in a pinch. If anything, they're more likely to blow you away along with the Grimm if it comes to that." Odell then ran towards the front of the armored formation, readying his battleax for first contact. The horde was mixed with various types of grimm- Ursa and Beowulfs made up the frontline, while some death stalkers trailed behind. It was almost as if they knew the mechs would blow up the Death Stalkers if they got into range.

Despite the constant suppressive fire the mechs laid down, grimm were managing to dangerously close to the mechs. If they got too close, it would be over in a matter of minutes.

A Beowulf attempted to leap over Odell, probably hoping to ignore him and attack the armored division. Unfortuantely for the Grimm, Odell grabbed it by the leg, slammed it to the ground, and swiftly brought his axe down on the Beowulf. First Blood went to him. Well, if he didn't count the mech pilots of course.

As Odell began slicing through multiple grimm, he wondered how the others would hold up. This would be a trial by fire..

@Sketcher

I will probably PM as another player character wants to be there when the team transitions.

@Apollosarcher@LarayiaHunter@Pyromaniacwolf@canaryrose@Sodium@Ryteb Pymeroce@Forsythe

If y'all are still here, just post in IC to confirm your status. Sorry about the wait.
Odell Fuchs


The thunderous roar as several mechs activated deafened the air. The 442nd began to form up as they trekked past the safety of Fort Beacon and into the countryside. Of course, this meant Odell needed to gather his team onto transports and follow. He pulled out his scroll and sent orders to the entire fireteam. "It's time to go. Rendezvous outside, near the VTOL. Can't miss it." Odell turned to Mikoto. "It's now or never. Time to go save the world, huh?" Odell walked past her as a bullhead touched down mere yards away. As soon as the last team member was aboard, it would be go time.
How should we move forward?


I am probably going to advance the plot forward sometime today or tomorrow.
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Could my character be at the area the mission's going to start and join the group there?


Yeah, thats alright.
Odell Fuchs


"I'm betting on me." Odell continued to watch the 442nd prepare. Some of Atla's finest... reduced to having underage soldiers. The war had gone on for too long. The adults had gone off and died, and now mere teenagers had to replace them. If the trend continues... well, Odell hoped he would be long dead before children were drafted. That would be a sight Odell wouldn't be able to stomach.

"That pilot must have been....14, 15 years old when she entered basic. Times are changing for the worse." Odell himself had volunteered at a young age, but it wasn't something anyone had forced him to do. It did feel strange being considered one of the eldest. Back then, he would have been still considered relatively young. "War has gone on for too long. Wonder how long it'll take before we start drafting toddlers."

From the looks of it, preparations were almost complete. Pilots began entering their mechs and completing last minute checklists, their last stop before leaving the relative safety of the makeshift hangars. One could feel the excitement.... and some fear of the uncertainty ahead.

Odell watched as the criminal, Basil, stumbled upon them. Strange. Simply to ask her if she was royalty? Odell simply decided to wait for Basil to explain himself. He was a common criminal, so Odell wondered why he would even care about Mikoto's status.

@Hypnoid

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^_^''

You can either show up in the hangar, or wait until the mission starts.

Can I RP Qrow?


First, theres a wait list so we'll have to see,

Second, depends really. personally I'd prefer you not to.

Room for more?


We have accepted a lot of people, but some might not be here anymore, so I'll see. You'll be the first I notify if a change occurs.
Odell Fuchs


For a rich girl, she sure didn't give off the vibe of one. There was some arrogance, but little compared to what he expected. The Swan Faunus offered her hand and stared into his eyes, seemingly burning a hole in his soul with flaming, crimson eyes.

If this was a romance flick, this was probably where he'd fall in love at first sight.

"Odell." He gripped Mikoto's hand tightly before breaking off the handshake. "I've met a few. Atlas has a lot of em." Odell shrugged as he continued. "Usually rich types want to play armchair general. They don't want to get their hands dirty actually fighting, let alone be alongside the lower class, as they call it. That's what I find strange. Maybe they're different elsewhere." To be honest, Mikoto was probably more humble than any rich person he'd met. "I hope that training serves you well. You do have a naive mindset, but commendable to say the least." Odell glanced around the room, looking at his ragtag team. "Yes, a very tedious job, being a leader. Only time will tell if we'll be able to work as a unit. If not... well, I suppose we'll all be dead. I'll keep your offer in mind."

Before Odell could continue the conversation any further, a man came up to him with papers. Hmm. Must be that mercenary command hired at the last second. Odell grabbed the papers, glancing at them for a few seconds before handing them back. "Ah. Yes. The mute one. Keep your papers. I have no need for them." It would be a little unsettling having a guy that didn't talk, but Odell supposed any extra manpower was good.

"Ah. I may as well come with you. I have to talk to them anyway." Odell decided to address the rest of the group, as he figured they might wander off if not given instruction. "Mikoto and I will be headed off to the staging area. Just follow the signs to the hangars when you're all ready. We leave in 20." Odell then walked out of the room and towards the 442nd Armored Division's camp.

It was extremely crowded, with mechanics making last minute adjustments on the various Paladin 290s the 442nd fielded. Some adjustments were practical, such as extra armor plating. Others... not so much. One could see pilots spray painting custom emblems on their mechs. Odell supposed it was for the "cool" factor.

Would it be enough?... Odell curled his lip as he thought about the mission ahead. It had to be. This was their only chance at winning.



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