PrinceAlexus

Empire of the Clouds

Post Captain Le Marinier

Hopes small flame.
Escape or Die.

“Despite my looks I am quite well practiced, watch out for the younger men's combat boots, they are probably not so used to dancing in them.” The Favisan officer joked and accepted her hand with an old-fashioned gesture from the ball rooms of the capital. He had been taught by the older practices in Favis and the nobility and diplomatic circles moved a little more slowly and conservatively than some of the other social groups.

“Post Captain Hamerlin Le Mariner, formerly the Favis Diplomatic Naval military liaison officer. ” He said politely as he led her onto the floor with a little bit of his rogue's confidence and ability to work his way through even the stupid situations. They mostly knew each other from being in close quarters aboard for 2 days and all the chaos but formality remained and it had been chaotic.

The dance he kept on the right side of appropriate for the event and the occasion even if he did show off abit, an Diplomat and used to the Capital he had attended far too many black tie and formal events over the years. Despite appearances he led her through the song with a bit of fun and left her feet as promised entirely safe, he had long learned to manage his depth perception with one eye even if it was not perfect you adapted.

With a foreign flourish and a little style he learned from a technical display in the Capitol about ironically new air ships and the technology coming out of the latest commercial companies and ship yards. He had learned that from a female engineer who was visiting as part of one of the delegations. “Enjoy, your evening mi lady, tonight is as safe as we can be.” He reassured her as he let go, they had one night off and one night where they could allow their nerves to rest.

@Badarby

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

<Snipped quote by AvaP>

We actually do, surprisingly. Apparently it's a tourist destination and folks love posting pictures of the bay's many beaches. Apparently there's some redneck sand-trucking that goes on SE of Chabahar and they've even uploaded videos of their shenanigans to google maps of all platforms.

But the spot of our landing is closer to here.

Anyways... I was compelled to make a ref to the Ken Giles quote regarding the M3


So I'm picturing Anakin's SPG just deployed smoke, requested urgent support, and up trundles a T-62 as the TC and crew casually unbuttons to operate the pintle-guns, and hands Anakin a sandwich before buttoning up again and trundling off into the smoke to draw enemy fire.

@Foster

Yup, we peobbly need some back story eventually to him just handing a sandwich over mid combat lol.

That cannot just come from nowhere.

Paradise Lost

“Keep it moving, grab this.” The power loader began to groan as the claws gripped the crate marked “500 units. Class 7 power relays” Ren just nodded and picked the crate up, their directive they had assumed and taken to. A simple fact, anything left is left to the void and anything else they would take with them. They already had taken several dozen other crates of various kinds from small boxes to full sized handler crates holding bulk units. Ren just was tired but carrying on and keeping on going. That was the post apocalypse.

…

They had been left alone by station security and the whole situation was probably the exact opposite they expected. Looting. No. Loading yes, they were loading and loading in a form of disciplined order that was rag tag but efficient, steady. Hundreds of tons of cargo and materials were being moved into the docking area but there were likely many hundreds to thousands they would have to leave behind before they left. Raiding the customs area was a somewhat distraction but there were likely valuable items, drugs, medication and other valuable items hidden in those storage lockers. The whole lockers were just pulled out of the wall, locks and so where to be opened later they had time. There had been some effort to yank some safe out the wall that was too damn heavy to lift and they had to haul that hunk on a cart.

A battered up internal truck rolled past Ren loaded with a full cargo of materials, metal, pipes, spare parts and so on. So many parts rolled out to the ship with a determined pace of the end of the world. Each step from the heavy machine was slightly unsteady but thudding metal on metal, one step after another. Ren nodded tiredly as she passed someone, the heat was massively tiring and her armour however light did not help.

“One more night, one more day, one more morning I say.” Ren sang softly as she worked, badly singing to keep going.

“One more day…, one more hour.”

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

<Snipped quote by Rhona W>

Mostly because I was focused too much on the village that was the bay's namesake, ie: I was was looking at landing at the wrong beach and the theme park was basically the only access-point inland over there, and wanted some clarification as to why it appeared (at the time) that we would be landing on the opposite side of the bay to drive the entire bay-coastline before traveling inland.

Somewhere towards the end of writing my post I realized my error and wanted confirmation that we were indeed, landing near the objective instead of clearing every single marina and fishing-pier of naval-defenses along the way in a two-pronged landing on either side of the bay (a much bolder strategy, but still a plausible one considering the order to clear every/any strongpoint along the way).

Plus AvaP was engaging fortifications and a tank to their southeast shortly after disembarking. But being a fast-mover, they may have cleared themselves far enough inland that a tank and anti-tank relic to their rear would pose a problem.

On the upside, I took a pretty nifty virtual tour of Iran's beaches.

@Foster

Id not worry too much, I focused on the chaosnof the landing and the fact the big self propelled gun is protected but not safe to anti tank weapons.

And the crew are not the best geared for closed combat, bar the 30mm auto cannon that is rather handy with explosive ammo.

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

“20 minutes, final checks. make sure the ammo is ready, we gonna need it, is the 30mm live?” The tanks commander asked if he clicked the channels and lights on the SPG control panels where hot and ready to go. Gun pressure, power, aux power, comms, auto turret, the electronic warfare lights showing green and the 155mm auto loader was ready to go. Easily the most modern base vehicles of their group but worryingly the largest and heaviest by 20 some or more tons. The 8m barrel rose slowly confirming the test and slew side to side confirming the motors were operational.

“Nord, Xena, Soup you know what to do, and keep the pop tarts safe, I want a snack after this.” The Commander said but laughed at the end, the luxury of their own microwave was worth every joke they got, hot meals were a luxury that few crews had.

“Got it, gonna be a bitch to clear the tracks out, ready, we were ready last night.” The powerfully built main battery loader called out and shook her head. She and rest had been working hard on getting IronHide operational and combat ready, she was a heavy hitter but also heavy on maintenance and mechanically complicated.

“Come on Tina, you know il be crawling under.” The much smaller driver climbed into their seat, the heavy hatch open but ready to close once they got closer making the armoured compartment a sealed space behind a small glass block and screens.

“Hurry up, we be late to the party” Xena called out to the main Gunner as they boarded and the engines rumbled gently to make sure the vehicles systems were fully powered and primed for when they drove off the ramp. “50%, we have full pressure soon” Nord replied from up front over the intercom as other vehicles were being made ready. “Tags clear, guns hot and ready for load.” The Canadian answered to the group as they pulled all the safety tags they had set for transit and the lights blinked red signaling the gun was live.

“Copy, seal up, ready for roll off.” The commander radioed a few minutes later as they waited engines ticking over, hatches down and guns ready for the coming landing.

The daylight hit the front of the armour as the doors began to creak open from dark metal to the view of a beach front, the flash of fire, burning and smoke rising. The battlefield was in front and the sounds hit them, radio channels were wild with activity and this was one of multiple units landing today. “GO. GO. GO.” On the third Iron Hide lurched forward and its almost 70 tons hit the ramps with a jolt and pushed the ramp deep into the sand as it powered up and out into the maelstrom, the armour pinged and rounds bounced off the barrel. “Copy. Fire at will.” Replying to the group's radio circuit and swinging to the side, crushing aside an abandoned beach furniture to gain more room to turn the barrels long length about.

The rattle of the 30mm auto cannon was started as they let loose on the closest target before they could turn the main gun, and elevate into firing positions. “Prepare for direct fire, the idiots landed us into a hot one, 3 shells, into the pill box, 270 degrees.” The order is quickly actioned as the gun swing and 3 155mm rounds soon slammed into a solid looking pillbox sending concrete and other materials flying as one shell found its mark diving deep through the slit and blasting it apart from the inside.

“Orders from command, gun at point Delta confirmed, prepare, 3 round simultaneous burst.” The order was quickly followed and the gun swung to the present planned target elevating before 3 rounds fired in under 5 seconds, a magic of maths and applied algebra the shells fell on the target at same time.

The smell of burnt cordite was strong as the automated loader fired the rounds off on command of the gun laying computers that calculated, fused and calibrated the angles to drop within half a second or less. Hits were still hitting the large body of the self propelled gun and there only was so much 30mm they had.

“This is Iron Hide, we are taking fire, we are safe for small arms but suppression would help.” The cool Polish commander did not break his calm but he was genuinely worried, the others might be able to take an anti tank hit but the big gun was lighter armoured. Shrapnel, small arms but heavier stuff would penetrate the hull, even with additional hedgehog protection kit. “Keep it to burst, we cannot just go out and reload the 30 Mike Mike.”

“Aye sir, what kinda fools out us in first wave? Ready to fire on command, 5 rounds He rapid.” The Canadians' cool tones came across the internal circuit as they rotated to angle their hull against bullets and better deflect that hit the hill flat on. “Good job Nord, keep us on an angle, 160, keep us 30 degrees to that.”

“Copy, keep your heads, wait for a larger target, let the tanks take the smaller stuff. Keep to standard HE, Save the specials.” The Polish commander decided they only had so many 155mm shells aboard. The crew were doing what they needed to do, he trusted his crew to work on their initiative and own minds.

“Smoke firing. Direction only.” Came the call as one of the sole discharges fired and laid a wall of choking grey between them and the fire point that was engaging them, it was too close for the 155 so the 30mm bursts rattled from the upper mount sending plunging fire into the enemy dug in positions.

“Too close, we get off this beach as fast as we can once they clear a path.” The Polish commander grumbled, he was not in a great spot and hardly designed for this. They had to be careful to get off being so heavy, once they hit solid ground and more room to move they could do their thing.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Lord and Lady Coswain

The Eye

Door Dashed.

Lord Coswain was stuck dealing with the newcomer, he had not got other duties so that would be fine and. He thought it was far easier and more comfortable than standing in the cold for hours and hours on end. Doing make work was not the worst fate and he would just do his best to make the best of the worst that he found himself in. An estate? Feif, well he did have lands that gave income and provided them least food and rent. But Lunaris was hard hit and the land was unforgiving even before the darkness fell, least it would help keep his children fed and able to sustain his grand child.

“Lord aye, though i been in for 2 decades, I earned it the long way. No gold, just iron.” He said taking a drink from his ale and ran a hand over his battle damage and repair. He can come close to the end and lived.

“I'm not some new recruit, I can play back the same as you.” He laughed alongside the other man he had to admit. Soldiers had a level of trickery and sometimes you had to play back. A southern sword master, mercenary was probably trouble but it was whose trouble they decided to make themselves, to Dawn Haven, or its enemies? Trouble could and did work for you, against you or both depending how you managed and how you utilised it. Persephone Had been a rather Interesting partner to learn from to say the least.

He gestured to his damaged armour, the sign where metal had been repaired but far from the finest castle work, a quick repair until later permanent fix could be done. “Even with a champion and more, one gave me good before I finished it, these here, they are the killers, just be ready.” He said with genuine warning, unsure what he used to face before but what was in those woods was the real deal, the blight was real, the monsters were real and the wanted blight man had claimed one Knight already.

Though not the first, taking such beats on in single or small group combat was rolling a dice, and hoping you win. As a commander he had tried to use heavy crossbows and other weapons to weaken or even kill them first.

He had a name, Cull Farrion, it meant nothing to him, a name that came to nothing of note, not a good, not a bad thing, just a nothing. Odd dagger but he was from the south and really? Sell swords were really often so picky about everything they used.

Note to Command.

“Commanders of the combined guard.

A sell sword bounty hunter of the southern lands has offered to hunt our blight born threat, the killer of our comrade and end the attacker of the Princess life. I escorted him from the main gates and he was seeking work.

The Terms of offer are enclosed, They will be found at the Eye of Beholder and can be asked for a message left.

Cull Farrion Terms are 500 good, half upfront and returned upon 2 weeks of not slain, or in case they are dead and have paid the blood and iron price of failure.

Dead only. The target is to be killed.

Their swords are to be reclaimed if able and put into use, as best fits.

If this offer is acceptable, then it is suggested the Prince reviews it and decides if he wants to tender the contract.

Lord Castellion Coswain.
Former commander.
Royal Guard Order Militium Capitaline Lance veteran Company.

…

Lord Coswain stopped writing, his hand was neat from his art and he had borrowed a page from a slowly filled basic sketchbook of fine ink drawings locally and pen in hand signing the note and giving a motion to dry the ink. “The Guard commanders can decide, if they agree and support hiring an outside agent, the Prince can decide. Agreed.?”

Lord Coswain asked as he balanced his ale, Sya tried her best but importing stuff this far out, the supply of good quality ale was hardly the greatest and most abundant.

“Just be careful, you might be good. But the foe is good also.” He said seriously, with concern, people should not and would not underestimate the enemy.

@TimelessParagon

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Empire of the Clouds

It seemed the part got tense to the Post Captain but things began to cool down again between Carter and the elven captain, Captain Carter too… too many Captains probably and all used to being the lord and master of their commands.

Toasts raises he was glad that the spirit of the evening was a good one, they had worked hard and faced hardship to get here, this evening might not happen again for a while.

“Agh, we need something more suitable, allow me.” He went over to the music player and changed the wax carefully to a more upbeat dance, not quite socially ideal for this event but needs must and with one eye carefully aligned the head, losing your eye screwed with your depth perception and he had knocked over many a glass before be learned how to adapt after his injuries on the dreadnought.

Lighter with a faster beat and more energy, he had done the best he could. The end of the world as they knew it made those silly social rules about the right kind of hat and suit seem small compared to staying alive. “That better milady, enjoy.”

He raised his glass to Zoe who had proposed the idea and made his way over to an enlisted crewman looking out of place, it was for all not just those with a commission. He was entitled to take a night off, steward, attendant, crewman, whatever rank or role he chose to take. “That's quite the tale, Myself and Captain Carter were offered an idea, so we went looking, and we found a bounty to share with others.” The Favain Captain used an ash tray to knock some ash off his expensive cigar he and Carter had acquired earlier.

He turned a little more serious but placed a hand on the younger man's arm. “This night is for all of us, military, civilians, officers, crew, we have survived and won our first battle together, it's safe right now, safe as can be anyway. We do not know when another chance will come and we are alive, so we celebrate it. My advice as a man who has come close.” He paused and gestured to his eye patch with a damaged hand.

“Live, enjoy, get a few drinks, and take a night off. We can get our own drinks if we want one. You earned this celebration the same as all of us have, your off duty, get a drink, relax man. That's an order if you need it. Duty can wait till morning.” He tried to give him a chance, they would have hard times, tense times and dangerous ones. You had to enjoy the good when it came too or you would just break down or snap. Hopefully the crewman would let himself take the opportunity provided.

He noticed one of the civilians enter, a former Police woman he believed he recalled and walked over putting his snubbed cigar away for later and his glass down. He was still sober and despite his damage, he had plenty of practice on the dance floors of galas.

“Welcome mi lady to our humble celebration, would care to dance and celebrate our continued adventures. I had quite the lessons in the capital and can promise on my honour your toes shall remain unharmed.” He said offering his arm, deciding as probably one of the most senior present he should set a good example and set the tone. It was a time to celebrate their life for one more day.

He could have a charm and charisma when he needed it, confident but this required a different kind to the steel of battle. Sometimes you have to prepare to fail and take it with good grace and to just roll on without letting it become a rut. But you lost every chance you never took.

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