Lonewolf685

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wait till after you know what the objectives are. Gives the Commander an opportunity to do some commanding.

@The 42nd Gecko

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@The 42nd Gecko

Gecko, we were going to have a positioning faze once the battle started, whereupon everyone 'set down their pieces on the board' before things started. You deciding to bypass the GMs and everyone else to do something 'crazy' is not appreciated.

Please, remove your post and wait for battle to start before Miyu can enter the fray.

@KoL
And KoL, we are not condoning shit posting by allowing it to happen in the first place. If you recall in Notes, letting this kind of innocuous insanity happen can kill the entire scenario, so we are not putting consequences on the action. The action is simply not going to happen.

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@Mega Birb

CS looks good. Just know that the Temporal Distortion is going to last a fraction of a second, but since he's a Machina that should be all he needs to line up a shot.

Windel and I approve, so move him on over to the CS section.

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@KoL

Do I really need to remind you what happens when two GMs on opposing sides come into conflict within the War~? Don't worry too much, Windel will be back to participate with Victoire's spoils in toe.

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@TheWindel, @KoL, @Lucius Cypher, @Flamelord, @Ryonara, @Unlucky0013, @Awesomoman64, @Mega Birb, @floodtalon, @The 42nd Gecko.

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And since Windel is still off on his well deserved vacation, i'll be abstaining from this round to be the impartial mediator of any conflict that emerges which can not be solved with IC violence. Have fun ~

NCQ — Polaris

A G A T H A

NC Pilot Barracks, New Anchorage CC

[[ Around 0200 Hours ]]

The drastic shift from exhaustive slumber to sudden awareness brought a groan of irritation out of the eldest pilot in the barracks. They were all very much aware that her endurance was lacking when compared to the other pilots, a condition reflected in her NC’s preference for Hit-and-Run tactics as well, so Agatha was understandably irked to be awoken with half the recommended amount of sleep she enjoyed. It was only when her mind registered the noises that clawed at her nostalgic memories of combat did her eyes snap open and the adrenal glands got to work. There was a muffled thud beside her, and upon a slow turning of the head the aged pilot found it wasn’t the result of an executioner but Stein descending to the floor with her usual efficiency of movement. If they didn’t share bunks then she’d likely not heard a thing from New Anchorage's ace pilot.

”I’m up. You got an assessment of what’s going on? Cause I don’t think Graham’s the type for this kind of drill.” Agatha said, rolling off her bunk to come to a crouch on the opposite side of Stein. A rueful smile crossed her face as another pilot asked the same question with far less eloquence and a dangerously high volume for their current situation. There wasn’t anything wrong with a fight outside of their NCs, that was something that the commander had trained them for fairly well in preparation for that Ultimatum of his, but they were all at a horrendous disadvantage if the attackers were inside the base and not a single alarm was blaring in response.

”Never mind then. I’m sure everyone else will ask that. Better question is, where the hell is the nearest armory?”

Stein looked over to her as the “Little Dragon” checked the integrity of her power cells in her laser pistol. “There is an emergency armory down the corridor, one hundred feet northward down the corridor.”

Taking some care not to be too noisy, for all the good that would do once people started waking up, the elder pilot crept to her own strongbox and rummaged inside. Past the spare clothes, basic hygiene products, and a crude doll made of pitted scrap metal, there was her trusted sidearm. A scaled down variant of the Tenormin she had inside the Charon’s right arm made by a Denver-Vegas engineer who was likely enthralled with the old Wild West that the company occupied, it was a sturdy laser revolver that sacrificed firing capacity and recharge time for stopping power and reliability. Agatha favored this not just for its accuracy but for how effective she found it to be in repelling the occasional raider that thought to try and board the Charon without an invitation.

Now though, Agatha wouldn’t mind something with a bit more oomph for the occasion, and getting the other pilots armed and armored would go a long way towards improving their survivability. She crept along till she beside Stein, noting her choice of firearms, grateful that she at least had something beyond her own athleticism to contribute in terms of armament. The skills of pilots like Eli or Stein were considerably, a level of quality that would give them significant advantage in an even engagement on foot or in an NC, but within the tight confines of the corridors, the quantity offered by assault weaponry along with the other disadvantages placed on them makes skill rather moot in comparison.

At the moment there wasn’t much of anything for them to work with beyond two guns and four groggy but awake pilots. The bunks themselves made for poor cover if they were breached then and there, and having been bolted to the floor they couldn’t be repositioned into a more defensible formation even if they wanted to. However, she knew that such an idea would only get them killed all the quicker, as would most direct confrontations or attempts to hide. Here and now, they had a no actual intelligence on who was attacking them. Numbers were unknown, and the static in Agatha’s ear told her that they were cut off from everyone else, so they couldn’t rely upon anyone else in New Anchorage to aid them.

”Well, it looks like our only choice is get some gear and hunt these bastards down before they corner us. Can’t say whether or not they know this base better than us, but if they are clearing room to room then we can certain they are slower than us for now. If they’ve knocked out the lights, then they are probably using it to their advantage, meaning they got lights of their own or some extra hardware.” Agatha assessed as best she could given only the sounds and lack of sight around her.

“If we don’t move we’re dead, and if we move we’re probably dead. Those are great odds, Agatha. Haven’t you ever heard of optimism?”

Joshua Ray might’ve had a point, but at least Agatha was trying to contribute something to the group. The ace wasn’t likely to give a grand rallying speech, Ryn either for that matter, so she thought it prudent to offer her opinion. She couldn’t expect the man who just awoke seconds ago to have any more of an intelligible analysis, even if his own succinct words were rather poignant in how accurate they were.

”Hey, I can be plenty optimistic when the situation suits me, Ray. Besides, I never said we were dead if we move, just that we can’t go about this guns blazing till we got more than these sidearms.”

It wasn’t much to work with, but any understanding they could glean from this chaotic situation would do wonders combating the fear that would otherwise paralyze them.

Fear...oh shit. Agatha’s head snapped away from the doors towards the directions of the private quarters, concern etching into her sharp features. Damn it Percy. You just had to get your own room, didn’t you? I swear if he can’t keep that darling alive I’ll skin him myself.

But there was nothing that Agatha could do for Ana and her father, only able to hope that they get away from their attackers before being discovered. Her thumb caught the safety of the laser revolver, silently activating the power cells within the chamber. They were slow to recharge, and a single shot wouldn’t punch clean through the more advanced body armor available on the market, but she had a two spare loaders if she didn’t feel like waiting around and was determined not to let her new home go up in flames so soon.

Agatha was old, but she wasn’t about to die just yet.

God's Shattering [Concluded]

Lorelai

Lorelai hadn't thought there would be any harm in her actions. It may have been overstepping her bounds as the general of Asgard to place herself before Lady Fei, but she had the best of intentions. Lady Eleonor was supposed to be enjoying a relaxing convalescence, yet now found herself immediately embroiled in conspiracies and quests for the Relics of legend while her family seemed to implode around her. The Abyssal Knight wanted to offer her a moments support, an attempt to bolster her spirits after receiving a battering from her own sister, but everything fell apart as it was oft to do this day. My service record was near spotless before my reassignment...

But for whatever reason Solanne and Axon followed her while Lady Fei departed to embark on her mission without a second glance to the chateau. This was a small mercy, as she would be spared the confrontation between Crimson Knight and the spy. Standing by helpless to stop it now that things had boiled over, Lorelai shook her fists in impotent rage as Axon tried to make a mockery of her idol. She watched with satisfaction when his heart was stopped by a bout of blood magic, but that was far from the end of their discourse. The entire debacle left her disheartened, and most of that was directed towards herself.

If she hadn't allowed Axon inside. If she hadn't put aside Eleonor's invitation in order to pursue the sound of Titania's gunfire. If the rebels were not spared and inducted into the hunt for the conspiracy. And if Lorelai had stayed her tongue, letting Fei have her moment of revelation with Eleonor.

If any of those had come to pass, Lorelai beloved that he idol would not be suffering the grief she was, but as it were Lorelai could not change the past. As Eleonor approaches to announce their departure, and Axon left before he found himself without a head on his shoulders. "W-We can depart whenever you wish, Lady Eleonor. Give the word and two horses will meet us out front with sufficient supplies for the road ahead. I would advice that travel atop Durgan would be faster than horseback, but I understand that you would not like to share a steed with your sister and your unworthy general."

Her gaze turned down and away, unable to meet Eleonor's gaze for long. "Forgive me for speaking out of turn, but my performance as you'd subordinate has been atrocious and I have failed to preserve your convalescence at every turn. Now I have cost you a moment with your daughter and brought that ruffian upon you with his unreasonable accusations. While you may require every available hand for this journey, I would not challenge it if you wished for me to resign my commission with you." Lorelai said morosely, her anger towards the spy and the Hound who harmed Eleonor drowned out by her own self flagulation.

"A person as kind as you deserves better than this. Better than me."

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@floodtalon

You can enter Flood.

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@KoL
Sorry about that. Windel asked me to look at it last night after you went off and I forgot to add you to the PM.

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@Mega Birb

You can use 2 characters per battle, but there is no limit to you can create.