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Sigma was crying and peeing herself in fear when she was talking, so you'd know.
Zog me. Why is she so cute?
Harol's laugh was loud after Sigma had made that statement about strawberry cake. He sat more or less comfortably within the heart of the Rostosov, whose gargantuan feet continued to make conspicuous craters on the ground. The Forest of Pillars was still some distance away when Sigma, among others, volunteered to take up a scouting role, headed towards that massive pillar at the center of the battlefield. Initiative was good, but there was a characteristic among his comrades' battle chatter: nobody knew who was calling the shots. There was no officer in charge. And this was reflected in the lack of unit cohesion as Team Sigma mostly tried to get to Zone B. Roger and his mech Yeager's overboost, as much as it was an impressive display, it also made him frown a bit.
"Alright Eiswolf," he said, voice still having traces of mirth, "you have my blessing. Give 'em hell. I hope you'll join us later among the Pillars. I trust you more than enough to retreat when they focus fire on you."
"And Miss Shinkai," he then began, and he only remembered Lora's last name because it was there in clear, bold letters on his display. "I perfectly agree with what you just said." Mostly since it was what he had said, only dissing the ambush part, though he wouldn't say it right now for diplomatic reasons. "Yeah, nevermind that ambush part. With mechs the size of these, I, uh, don't think that's possible. As for our formation, I am suggesting this:"
He ahem'ed. Hopefully it would be enough to catch everyone's attention.
"I want everyone with ranged weaponry at the edge of the Pillars, and everyone without them further within. The moment we see the bastards close enough, we open up on them. Use the pillars for cover. I want a kilometer or more of spacing between each unit. My mech Rostosov and Ariin's Paladin should take the center since we are the most heavily armored."
He paused for a moment to let that sink in. Harold absolutely hated the fact that he wasn't issuing orders regardless of his stern manner of speaking, but simply requesting that his squadmates do as he said. Authority was split among who spoke the loudest in the group, and it was completely up to the kids to say 'yes' or 'no.' Divided command? Harold chuckled. More like no command at all!
"In the event that they overwhelm us, we retreat deeper within the pillars. Melee Frames can shine here, but the narrow combat width will work against us just as for us. I know some of you guys are ahead of me - if you can scout the place and find a clearing which we could possibly turn into a killzone, let all of us know. If we can't defeat them at the outset of the engagement, we can destroy them there."
"That sound good, fellow Cadets?"
"Alright Eiswolf," he said, voice still having traces of mirth, "you have my blessing. Give 'em hell. I hope you'll join us later among the Pillars. I trust you more than enough to retreat when they focus fire on you."
"And Miss Shinkai," he then began, and he only remembered Lora's last name because it was there in clear, bold letters on his display. "I perfectly agree with what you just said." Mostly since it was what he had said, only dissing the ambush part, though he wouldn't say it right now for diplomatic reasons. "Yeah, nevermind that ambush part. With mechs the size of these, I, uh, don't think that's possible. As for our formation, I am suggesting this:"
He ahem'ed. Hopefully it would be enough to catch everyone's attention.
"I want everyone with ranged weaponry at the edge of the Pillars, and everyone without them further within. The moment we see the bastards close enough, we open up on them. Use the pillars for cover. I want a kilometer or more of spacing between each unit. My mech Rostosov and Ariin's Paladin should take the center since we are the most heavily armored."
He paused for a moment to let that sink in. Harold absolutely hated the fact that he wasn't issuing orders regardless of his stern manner of speaking, but simply requesting that his squadmates do as he said. Authority was split among who spoke the loudest in the group, and it was completely up to the kids to say 'yes' or 'no.' Divided command? Harold chuckled. More like no command at all!
"In the event that they overwhelm us, we retreat deeper within the pillars. Melee Frames can shine here, but the narrow combat width will work against us just as for us. I know some of you guys are ahead of me - if you can scout the place and find a clearing which we could possibly turn into a killzone, let all of us know. If we can't defeat them at the outset of the engagement, we can destroy them there."
"That sound good, fellow Cadets?"
@Dragoknighte
Oh man, that sounds better than I thought it would.
I still think my proposal is better though. >_>
Oh man, that sounds better than I thought it would.
I still think my proposal is better though. >_>
Aaaand I've just casted the post that should see the two sisters interacting with other characters, finally! Woohoo!
Elina Ruvina
"Luna," she said, her voice a soft whisper as she continued to rub the cat's fur. "You're so pretty..."
Luna's reply was a soft meow, and a more vigorous rubbing of her head against Elina's thigh. She was indeed a fine specimen of cat, with soft fur, bright blue eyes, pink paws that never seemed to darken and, above all, an acute intelligence. Though she could not speak, Luna appeared to know whenever her master was angry, sad or otherwise down, and take the appropriate steps make her cheerful again. It seemed to the feline, however, that since leaving Castle Ruvina, Elina had been frowning substantially more than before. Yet the reasons behind them, though fairly obvious, were too complicatedly human for her straightforward animal mind to comprehend. She did know, however, that Elina liked it whenever she played with her, and doing so was often the right course of action. So little Luna contented herself upon this.
Yet this was interrupted when the cat noticed a presence coming closer. It was a crimson throb in her chest and an electric buzz over her spine. Such things were instinctive to felines like her, and her instincts did not let her down as when she directed her eyes to a shadowed area of the wood, there it was - a large, scarred white wolf, emerging proudly from the dark. Fear welled up within her tiny heart but the urge to protect Elina was greater.
"Luna? What's wrong?"
The cat made a throaty meow and stiffened towards the direction of the beast. Elina's sight followed and came upon Alltia. The girl's eyes widened, but she knew to remain calm.
"Oh my, a wolf. Don't worry, Luna. Wolves are friendly around people of my House."
Luna's meow was disapproving, almost reprimanding. Elina found it endearing and chuckled. "Now, now, if anything happens, I'll protect you."
In this, the witch was confident. The power of the late Marcus still smoldered within her soul as she hadn't been practicing witchcraft as of late. Even without any recent victims, she could at least mimic a lion's roar or call forth a powerful gust of wind, to scare off the animal should it decide it was a predator. The thought of actually harming the wolf never came upon her mind.
Standing up from her crouched stance, and to the dismay of Luna, who half-cowered behind her legs, she raised her arms in open welcome. "Come here, wolf. You look tired."
@Aerandir
Vespa Ruvina
The walk back to the Castle was one with deep contemplation and worry for her sister, Elina. Though she was loathe to leave the silver-haired girl alone, Vespa was a witch, and that entailed plenty of study and the honing of her skills. Still, perhaps she should have stayed with her. For weeks now, Elina had preferred solitude to mingling with her fellow witches, and seemed to like the outdoors better than the Castle. It occurred to Vespa that perhaps her sister was deeply troubled with their station in life, as feared individuals of power who were hunted by a specific guild, and that she wanted to get away with it.
But what could she do? She was just Vespa, not their mother Reyna. She could not bear to wrench Elina away from her long walks and constant daydreams. Just look at her, with her silver hair, red eyes and overall comely form - she was like a wraith, or a ghost, or a spirit in all senses, even in demeanor. Elina... was frail, vulnerable. And worst of all, too good for this world.
Vespa sighed. "Kings and queens do what they will... the rest of us, do as we must," she muttered. The quote, so old that all scriptures attributed it to 'Anonymous,' was sounding incredibly apt today.
Castle Bloodrose was a formidable fortress without and a luxurious palace within. Its library was expansive and its dungeons went deep into the earth. Coming into this Coven was the right choice, she thought. Had the two continued to wander, she did not know where they would be by now. Since first passing through the gaping, maw-like front gate that now shadowed her, her lore and skills in the art of Blood Magic had expanded greatly. Madame Bloodrose's generosity in taking her and Elina in was something that she admired very much, and what Vepsa wanted to repay by killing any Hunters who dared to assault her precious newfound sisterhood.
While navigating the corridors of the Castle, she happened upon some of her fellow witches: Hazel Lovelace, Alexina Broadchurch, and Lorelai Von'Strauss.
Hazel reminded her of Elina in that she was rather kind, and pleasant in demeanor at all times. The bold Alexina was just as fiery in demeanor as in appearance. And Lorelai - oh Lorelai. She was just second to Madame Bloodrose in the people Vespa respected. A powerful witch, she was the one who slew Hector Digard, father of Fenros Digard.
For a moment, her expression threatened to curl into an ugly scowl. Fenros. He could've been dead by now, his soul empowering her sister's and pushing her powers to the greatest heights. But Elina... she had always been kind.
But enough of such thoughts. Here were her colleagues, chatting amiably. It would be rude not to join them!
"Hazel, Alexina, Lorelai! Hello!" her smile was wide and genuine. The three were literally the first friends she had made. "I've just returned from a stroll with my sister. What are we gossiping about today, hm?"
@Jupiter Hollow@Meiyuki
God, that was tough to write. But hey, good exercise is good exercise, am I right?
I'll begin to introduce characters other than Wen Ten Xei and her xenophobic Captain after the next round of posts.
I'll begin to introduce characters other than Wen Ten Xei and her xenophobic Captain after the next round of posts.
THE HARMONY
TERRAN STARPORT
AMBASSADORS' QUARTERS
The Honor Guard had taken positions at intervals by the doorways in the corridor, their frames so massive that if one of them bothered to look up, his metal scalp would scrape the ceiling. All of them were standing rigidly at attention, spears held stiffly and mechanically still, except for the Captain, who walked with Wen Ten Xei. He trailed behind her flowing red dress. The size difference between them was such that, where Wen took two steps, the Captain made only one. Step, stop, step. Step, stop, step. Though his plasteel-alloy joints could handle the gait well, such an unfamiliar way of shifting weight caused them to groan.
Before Wen was a female human orderly with blonde hair and a sharp-looking attire. The Captain noted her anxiousness, even though she held it well as she opened the double-doors at the far end of the hall. Within was a dwelling of luxury, of white walls with golden filigree, with a canopy bed whose size could satisfy even the greediest kings and queens. The floor was draped with a carpet sporting the most illustrious weaves, and the large panoramic window at one end featured an incredible view of Terra, Sol and Luna.
"Your room, ma'am," said the human. Wen smiled gratefully as she entered. She took her surroundings in with bright eyes. Clearly, she was pleased.
The orderly spoke up again. "Would you like to me to show you around, ma'am?"
"No need," her voice was like blooming flowers in the spring. It was no wonder she was the Most Serene one, thought the Captain. "I recognize the implements here - bed, television, window; door to the showers. Like I said before, our races' needs are not so different, Miss August. I have also studied your culture via your Internet beforehand."
The human seemed to flush at the gentle rejection. "I see. Please call me if you need anything, ma'am. If you will excuse me..."
Wen nodded her head. "Of course, Miss August." And so she was away, closing the door behind her, leaving only Wen and the Captain within the former's new quarters. The silence was palpable but not at all awkward as the Most Serene One walked around, fingering the bookshelves and examining various appliances from the mini-fridge to the personal computer.
"How fascinating," she said, in the Wo tongue. "The similarities between their current and our past technologies are striking. You could say that Humans and Wo are the same, save for the color of our skins, and their lack of two limbs."
It was good that he was physically incapable of doing so, otherwise there would be a look of disgust on the Captain's face. It irked him for Wen, a beautiful woman, to be saying such xenophilic things. It seemed that for all things human, there was a childlike curiosity from her. Now she was at the panoramic window, staring at the ugly, bruised orb that the Humans called their homeworld. What did Wen see in them that the Captain couldn't? In all things, humans were imperfect. And though all beings were deserving of at least a nominal amount of respect, the woman before him went far beyond that. Again, it irked him.
"Captain," she said, without looking at him. "What do you think of the Humans thus far?"
He grunted what was supposed to be a chuckle. "My Lady, I think they are a race that yet clings to mortality and that their shortsightedness prevents them from moving past it."
Her silken hair fell softly on her shoulders as she looked back at him. Her exquisitely crafted golden irises held a stare with the featureless blue lights that stood for him as a pair of eyes. "Is that so?"
"Yes, my Lady."
Wen's smile was mysterious as she turned back to the celestial view. The sunlight outlined her curvaceous form and made her radiant. "I agree, they are rather shortsighted."
That just raised more questions. "My Lady," he said, "fully realizing my impertinence, I must ask - why, then, if you find them so shortsighted, you express such a fondness for them?"
"I see them as children, Captain. Young children playing in the hills of Old Khanfu, with dirtied faces and chests full of energy. But in time they will grow up to be a mature race. I see potential in them, in that they will become far greater than what they currently are today. They will soon realize the futility of their current way of existence and begin to want to uplift themselves instead of their way of warfare. They might even found a Harmony of their own."
"They are strange beings," she added. "Have you perused their Pathways - what they call the 'Internet?'"
"Not yet," the Captain said. "I don't see why I have to."
"You should," she turned around to face him now. "Their history is full of old wars, times where a single command could have caused their own extinction, and forgotten glories by arrogant men who thought themselves gods and that their exploits would be remembered forever. In a way, humans remind me of our past selves. But more shortsighted, more narrow-minded, far bolder and extremely spontaneous - if we compared our equivalent conflicts you would see that theirs are orders of magnitude more destructive. It is indeed as if they think nothing of bloodshed or of carnage, or of when to stop. They've always put their wisdom into the sword and the coin, while we put ours into our hearts and our spirits. It seems to me that they are a masochistic race whose philosophies never center around joy, but misery. They have so much potential, but all of it is squandered. For example, do you see that?"
Her open hand was directed towards a bookshelf. "Wood and paper. I only see them in Simulations where the Master has a taste for the Old Times."
"Exactly. There is absolutely no reason for books when you have these," and she retrieved a dataslate from a nearby end table. "A curious thing. It reacts to my touch. They have devices like these and still opt for books. Their methods of communication are incredible yet they still call their leader 'King.' Funny, is it not?"
"They are rather funny barbarians."
"I agree fully on that. But barbarians can learn and eventually achieve enlightenment, can they not?"
"I suppose," he finally conceded.
Suddenly, there was a rap on the door. The Captain opened it, and there again was the human orderly, holding what appeared to be a letter, in a paper envelope, sealed by a wax icon and its contents undoubtedly written in ink. The Guard stepped aside to let her in.
"Most Serene One," she said. "A letter, from Quelsoc Ambassador."
"Thank you very much," Wen said in flawless English. She undid the seal and unfolded the paper within. Judging by the rather few lines of ink, the Captain estimated it to be a short message. Yet what it said was enough to make her brow furrow slightly.
"Dear me, what a heavy matter to take up on when I've just arrived. Miss August, would you mind writing my reply?"
"Not at all, ma'am."
@Natsucooldude
TERRAN STARPORT
AMBASSADORS' QUARTERS
The Honor Guard had taken positions at intervals by the doorways in the corridor, their frames so massive that if one of them bothered to look up, his metal scalp would scrape the ceiling. All of them were standing rigidly at attention, spears held stiffly and mechanically still, except for the Captain, who walked with Wen Ten Xei. He trailed behind her flowing red dress. The size difference between them was such that, where Wen took two steps, the Captain made only one. Step, stop, step. Step, stop, step. Though his plasteel-alloy joints could handle the gait well, such an unfamiliar way of shifting weight caused them to groan.
Before Wen was a female human orderly with blonde hair and a sharp-looking attire. The Captain noted her anxiousness, even though she held it well as she opened the double-doors at the far end of the hall. Within was a dwelling of luxury, of white walls with golden filigree, with a canopy bed whose size could satisfy even the greediest kings and queens. The floor was draped with a carpet sporting the most illustrious weaves, and the large panoramic window at one end featured an incredible view of Terra, Sol and Luna.
"Your room, ma'am," said the human. Wen smiled gratefully as she entered. She took her surroundings in with bright eyes. Clearly, she was pleased.
The orderly spoke up again. "Would you like to me to show you around, ma'am?"
"No need," her voice was like blooming flowers in the spring. It was no wonder she was the Most Serene one, thought the Captain. "I recognize the implements here - bed, television, window; door to the showers. Like I said before, our races' needs are not so different, Miss August. I have also studied your culture via your Internet beforehand."
The human seemed to flush at the gentle rejection. "I see. Please call me if you need anything, ma'am. If you will excuse me..."
Wen nodded her head. "Of course, Miss August." And so she was away, closing the door behind her, leaving only Wen and the Captain within the former's new quarters. The silence was palpable but not at all awkward as the Most Serene One walked around, fingering the bookshelves and examining various appliances from the mini-fridge to the personal computer.
"How fascinating," she said, in the Wo tongue. "The similarities between their current and our past technologies are striking. You could say that Humans and Wo are the same, save for the color of our skins, and their lack of two limbs."
It was good that he was physically incapable of doing so, otherwise there would be a look of disgust on the Captain's face. It irked him for Wen, a beautiful woman, to be saying such xenophilic things. It seemed that for all things human, there was a childlike curiosity from her. Now she was at the panoramic window, staring at the ugly, bruised orb that the Humans called their homeworld. What did Wen see in them that the Captain couldn't? In all things, humans were imperfect. And though all beings were deserving of at least a nominal amount of respect, the woman before him went far beyond that. Again, it irked him.
"Captain," she said, without looking at him. "What do you think of the Humans thus far?"
He grunted what was supposed to be a chuckle. "My Lady, I think they are a race that yet clings to mortality and that their shortsightedness prevents them from moving past it."
Her silken hair fell softly on her shoulders as she looked back at him. Her exquisitely crafted golden irises held a stare with the featureless blue lights that stood for him as a pair of eyes. "Is that so?"
"Yes, my Lady."
Wen's smile was mysterious as she turned back to the celestial view. The sunlight outlined her curvaceous form and made her radiant. "I agree, they are rather shortsighted."
That just raised more questions. "My Lady," he said, "fully realizing my impertinence, I must ask - why, then, if you find them so shortsighted, you express such a fondness for them?"
"I see them as children, Captain. Young children playing in the hills of Old Khanfu, with dirtied faces and chests full of energy. But in time they will grow up to be a mature race. I see potential in them, in that they will become far greater than what they currently are today. They will soon realize the futility of their current way of existence and begin to want to uplift themselves instead of their way of warfare. They might even found a Harmony of their own."
"They are strange beings," she added. "Have you perused their Pathways - what they call the 'Internet?'"
"Not yet," the Captain said. "I don't see why I have to."
"You should," she turned around to face him now. "Their history is full of old wars, times where a single command could have caused their own extinction, and forgotten glories by arrogant men who thought themselves gods and that their exploits would be remembered forever. In a way, humans remind me of our past selves. But more shortsighted, more narrow-minded, far bolder and extremely spontaneous - if we compared our equivalent conflicts you would see that theirs are orders of magnitude more destructive. It is indeed as if they think nothing of bloodshed or of carnage, or of when to stop. They've always put their wisdom into the sword and the coin, while we put ours into our hearts and our spirits. It seems to me that they are a masochistic race whose philosophies never center around joy, but misery. They have so much potential, but all of it is squandered. For example, do you see that?"
Her open hand was directed towards a bookshelf. "Wood and paper. I only see them in Simulations where the Master has a taste for the Old Times."
"Exactly. There is absolutely no reason for books when you have these," and she retrieved a dataslate from a nearby end table. "A curious thing. It reacts to my touch. They have devices like these and still opt for books. Their methods of communication are incredible yet they still call their leader 'King.' Funny, is it not?"
"They are rather funny barbarians."
"I agree fully on that. But barbarians can learn and eventually achieve enlightenment, can they not?"
"I suppose," he finally conceded.
Suddenly, there was a rap on the door. The Captain opened it, and there again was the human orderly, holding what appeared to be a letter, in a paper envelope, sealed by a wax icon and its contents undoubtedly written in ink. The Guard stepped aside to let her in.
"Most Serene One," she said. "A letter, from Quelsoc Ambassador."
"Thank you very much," Wen said in flawless English. She undid the seal and unfolded the paper within. Judging by the rather few lines of ink, the Captain estimated it to be a short message. Yet what it said was enough to make her brow furrow slightly.
"Dear me, what a heavy matter to take up on when I've just arrived. Miss August, would you mind writing my reply?"
"Not at all, ma'am."
@Natsucooldude
@Ariamis
A game named "Order of Battle: Pacific." The soundtrack for it is excellent but the developers haven't released it, and no-one appears to have uploaded it anywhere. So I ripped USA_2_4.ogg from deep within the game files and uploaded it myself.
It's one of the most solid turn-based strategy games I've ever played. I highly recommend it.
A game named "Order of Battle: Pacific." The soundtrack for it is excellent but the developers haven't released it, and no-one appears to have uploaded it anywhere. So I ripped USA_2_4.ogg from deep within the game files and uploaded it myself.
It's one of the most solid turn-based strategy games I've ever played. I highly recommend it.
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