Psyker Landshark

Falling Skies

CMDR SAGAN "VULTURE" KODOS

The drop started, and the horses were off. Sagan shifted his control mode to one-hand with the stick, using his other to start tapping away on an AR interface with his haptic gloves. With this many targets coming in, he'd have to refine and limit the targeting AI's intake so that he, and the rest of the squad by proxy, wasn't bombarded with a massive flow of data. Despite the MAS cooling system's best efforts, sweat came fast when it did start, dripping down his neck and forehead in beads.

This wasn't his first rodeo, of course. But hot dropping was never something one got used to. This far up, death was something far past your control, with only the lucky few having any opportunity to avert burning up in atmo the moment something went wrong.

Unfortunately for that poor fucking rookie over the tacnet, it seemed something did go catastrophically wrong for her. Plate locked on one foot. Damn. Sagan did his best to divert his attention back towards the oncoming battle as someone thankfully muted the rookie's death spiral. Hopefully the one on his team wouldn't go that way.

In contrast, once they made it to atmo, the real fight started. Gelcastre started becoming more than a twinkle in the distance below, and Sagan quickly switched back to dual-lever controls, preparing to disengage his plate.

<< Vulture, dropping plate. Commie, Rabbit's got the right idea. Cover our ground-pounders and deal with the flyboys coming in, I'll run overwatch. >> He disengaged early, the Watchdog's flight boosters kicking into full burn as it tore through the sky, coming down after the Secutor and Blackout started decimating ground-bound AA.

<< Rhino, Hex, acknowledged. Good work, stack up and start moving to make a push, I've got your backs. Rook, still alive back there? Keep up and don't play hero. You pull that shit you did in space, you're gonna die. >>

The Watchdog reached close enough to the ground that firing on landbound targets was viable, and Sagan quickly opened up with the HPK, sighting up an incoming mixed squadron of fast response vehicles escorted by a few Fenrirs and pulling the trigger.

<< Fuck, enemy fast mover engaging us! They got Zhang! >>
<< I can't get tone, bad angle, bad angle! >>
<< Missile in the air, missile in the air! Defending- ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ >>
<< Shit, shit, shit, our escorts are down! He's closing in! >>

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

Two full days after the Kirins had arrived at camp, they gathered once more, this time in the clearing that both Izayoi and Galahad had trained in at some point over the past day. Better to have this discussion away from Miina's tribe, given that it both didn't concern them and they weren't concerned by it.

"To catch everyone up now that we're all in one place, this appears to be where we are:" Izayoi spoke first, sitting down on a log as she sharpened her sword. "The Grovemasters have proved to be an active impediment to our mission here in Drana Asnaeu. Unfortunately, assassination is off the table for the time being. Both because destabilizing the government here would be practically inviting Valheim to invade successfully, and because we require at least one of them to tell us where the Crystal of Water even is."

The samurai seemed unhappy at the mention of not being rid of the Grovemasters, but she continued on.

"To sum up the matter, Grovemaster Zacharias, the old man, will likely be our first choice of targets. If anyone has suggestions or objections, now would be the time. Or if the two of you who came up with this would like to elaborate further?" She finished with a glance towards both Galahad and Esben before Miina's father stepped into the clearing.

"Not to interrupt," Madis interrupted. "But it seems you've a visitor. Someone tracked you down all the way here."

___

One Week Ago...

She'd knelt before Lord Hien within a resistance safehouse in Kugane, awaiting his orders.

"Chisato, was it?" The man in question faced a window, his hands clasped behind his back. "I admit, I don't much see the family resemblance." He chuckled lightly to himself before straightening up, turning to face the shinobi.

"All jokes aside, it's good you've finally returned now. Had you been present before, I would have sent you along with the others, but we can't have it our own way all of the time. In any case, your orders are as follows: infiltrate Drana Asnaeu until you find the group known as the Kirins, with Lady Ciradyl and Ranbu no Izayoi among them. Link up with them and support their efforts in restoring the crystals as best you can."

What followed was a brief explanation of the group's quest, as well as the vital importance of the Four Crystals in preserving the continent that they'd learned from Cid.

"Set out as soon as you can once you've made your preparations. Oh, and here." He fished a sealed scroll out of his robes, passing it to the viera. "A recall request for Lady Ciradyl. There's a situation here that absolutely requires her specific guidance on the matter."
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Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

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The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Rela Arel

She was rapidly running out of patience with this entire affair. There was, in her mind, an entirely more expedient method of supplanting this lizard's place in the market. And Keirthanil was taking entirely too long. A plan set in place, Rela stepped forward up to the stall, practically supplanting the Altmer's place as she began perusing the finished scrolls the Argonian had produced.

A mage's scrollwork was generally indicative of their capabilities and confidence. Largely alteration, from this one. Competent enough for someone without decades of work and practice, but nothing special. And a conjurer, if his words to her companion were any indication. In comparison, the lizard's destruction magic was pathetic. Rote and textbook. Bland. Mediocre.

Rela ran the odds in her head. Daedra and necromancy were out of the question for both of them. The guards would have their heads if they tried. Atronachs might just have them sent to the pillory instead. So minions were off the table on both sides here. His alteration would be passable, but Rela was certain she could overcome it, if the scrollwork was any indication. And without a doubt, her offensive capabilities were greater than his. This was workable.

"You. Lizard." The Telvanni didn't even try to not be provoking, the upturned glare and malicious glint in her eyes indicating she knew damn well what she was doing. "Fetch your master. I would complain about the mediocre quality of scrollcraft available in this squalid stall of theirs."

Iris Ascendis

This woulda been a bit longer but with Est gone it's just easier to reduce interaction with Ciara

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

"I didn't say it wasn't important, Professor. Only less positive on a personal level than one would assume." Iraleth said, barely resisting the urge to snap her words out upon being misinterpreted.

Nevertheless, she dropped the topic when Alto did, giving a muted nod in response to his last words on the subject.

When the carriage came to a stop, Iraleth raised an eyebrow as she followed the professor's gaze outward, one hand gripping her sword hilt tightly. In her focus on whatever was going on outside, she failed to notice Ciara's brief glance.

Iris Ascendis

post coming up by end of tomorrow, sorry for the delay

Iris Ascendis

I was gonna post tonight (been delayed due to Monhun) but uh, this is awkward now

RIP Est

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Far be it for Renar to think this a simple affair, but felling Rozenalt was at least a task that was theoretically achievable. Better than the worst case scenarios he'd feared, such as somehow routing the Hunt or finding a way to achieve the impossible task of slaying them.

According to Tyaethe, she'd nearly killed Rozenalt already once upon a time. Both good and bad. Good in that they knew this task was doable. Bad in that Rozenalt had to have learned from that encounter. He'd surely be far more prepared to face the vampire in open combat this time.

Judging by her overall approach to this, Renar doubted Tyaethe would appreciate any interference in the duel she wanted. He could wait to see if she succeeded or not, and then step in. But that was leaving too much to chance. Regardless of her demeanor, Dame Tyaethe was the single mightiest asset the order had. Risking her unnecessarily was beyond foolish. However he was to interfere, there would only be one chance. If there was a chance. The Roses' order of battle was accounting for the rest of the Hunt staying active during the duel.

If Lein were here, Renar would have approached him first. Alas. Instead, he sidled on up next to Rolan and Gertrude as they marched, the two already conveniently speaking to each other. The goddesses did grant him serendipity in some cases after all.

"Sir Rolan, Gertrude. A word?" He spoke quietly, knowing at least one of the two, and likely both, would understand the urgency of not being overheard. "We know our objective, and how it's supposed to be achieved. But I would hedge our bets, so to speak. The two of you have the best opportunity to interfere from a distance, and there'll only be once chance before either side knows what we're up to. Do I have your agreement to try to guarantee Dame Tyaethe's success?"

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

btw don't expect shit from me for the whole weekend