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2 yrs ago
Man, when we gettin tables for these posts. I want to microsoft sheets on these folks.
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2 yrs ago
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, they have stolen my milkshake, I have called the authorities.
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2 yrs ago
I have 99 problems and they're all trying to fight me please send help.
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3 yrs ago
Don't be a part of the problem, be the whole problem.
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In Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Break Room, Claremont SDN

What a fucking night.

Tsunami showed up and everything went to shit. Their dispatcher - who had tried to come in with a haymaker on the gal, of all things, had gotten shwacked pretty hard, and then Lightning Girl decided to become a goddamn lightning bolt. Lots of threats left and right before her and Eclipse - hell, then Blackstar and Asteroid - went outside for a bit. Was a hell of a time.

Myla hadn’t even realized that she’d switched on, too. She could feel the shifting away of everything, everything, the tilting of the hundred pictures on the wall or the static in the music, could feel that whole cocoon over her from it. A hand had found her baton, too. She could feel it tugging away from her grip, ready to fly. A deep breath, then, a deep breath and a calming down and things went…

Well, no. They didn’t quite get to normal. They drank a little more. James looked like hell, had a bandage and everything. She breathed a bit more, had a water to calm down. She’d been ready to skewer that person - how would that have gone? Someone else said that they would keep things quiet ish. Yeah, that wouldn’t happen, there were enough customers, and the fucking bartender lady, that Myla was sure that some report to SDN would be made. People filtered out and she disappeared. No one asked many questions. She didn’t get any texts. Hell, there was a thought, she couldn’t get any texts. No numbers, no phone, nothing like that. Her Timex had gone to static too, for a brief little bit, but it came back to life anyways.

Yeah. Just go on a hike, the guy said. Just static away the bracelet and the rest and go on a hike. You’ll just burn a bit. It’s just a hike, and you’ll just burn a bit. Whole fuckin Phoenix Program gone to shit and everything gone away for just a hike. Yeah, sure.

But hey, back to work it was. She needed to sign something off, though, that’s what the front desk said. They handed her a paper, she put in the information here and there and…wherever that was. It was for her little device - honestly, Myla was surprised that this was the first time she’d had to write about it. How many people was it that she’d blinded? Was halfway sure that it was temporary, too. Hand that off to the front desk lady, she says it had to go to James directly. Well, fine then, don’t do what is maybe-probably your job. Fine.

Weave around the desks a little, put that paper down on his, take a pencil. It looked kinda neat ish. Kinda. On to that break room. Her earpiece crackled on, though, as she walked in to find Asteroid and Madcap. A few others are in there, too. Myla’s brain pauses as she hears what the dispatcher says.

"Afternoon, team, checking in as we're on the clock. Looks like you're headed off to a carnival. Not much for me to do today, because I have a ton of admin, so this one's your personal bottle episode. Be friendly. Polite. Nice. Show them why you're all heroes. And if you're not social....I don't know. Try and keep some families safe."

"Just don't be too weird. James, out."

Don’t be too weird. Aw, fuck.

And hey, there was Lightning Girl, too. She seemed in a way better mood. What the heck had happened before, with her and Eclipse? Fuck. Myla tried to become wallpaper.

"Asteroid, you want a lift to the carnival? I ain't pooled with you yet. Don't go making yourself weigh loads. Or you are getting tazed."

“Yeah- it’ll probably take four times as long to jump there based on recent experience.”

Myla stared at the very, very obvious head-jerk from Asteroid. To Blackstar? Hell, are they hooking up from the night before? Didn’t they just get the little bit outside thing, or had there been more…had they gone home together? Maybe. She couldn’t really remember that detail, everyone just kind of disappeared or…maybe Myla had been the one to disappear? Probably. That sounded about right.

She stared, though. There were only a few people who flew here or there, and somehow she really, really didn’t want to demand one of them fly her in. Somehow.
In Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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The Cowl Inn Taproom, Downtown Claremont

Well. There they were, in a bar - probably one of the most fucking Hero-focused, indie “Our beer is all themed” places that Myla had ever been in. No, scratch that, it was probably the most Hero-focused place that she’d ever been in, definitely. SDN was full of heroes, yeah, but it didn’t like..celebrate them. This place? This place screamed it out, screamed it full. She’d already been in a deflated mood with the announcement that they’d all be getting drinks, but there was something even worse about having drinks with people you didn’t love to work with in a place that loves people like them.

There was a good thirty seconds of staring at a menu before she even got anything. They were all mixed drinks, and every now and again she’d shiver at the thought of one while reading through what it was enough to need to look up at all the decor of the place. God it was disgusting. Then she looked back down at the menu, breathing out a bit. After all that time, though, she got what was probably the safest bet. An Irish Coffee - for some reason, called the “Punch-Up” - got sat down before her. Myla looked at the menu again. Yeah, twenty bucks made it a punch into her account. What bullshit.

A sip of that as the others got settled down as well, and of course James started talking.

"Cheers for dealing with all the shit going on lately. Thought this would loosen the team up. For what it's worth, I'd have probably gotten the beers in if Kat hadn't forced me to use the company card."

"I have no idea what's up with Riley, by the way. Guess I'm in the same boat as you. So cheers to keeping this thing afloat?" James put his glass out, hoping to get a clink.

Yeah, fuck it. That gets a clink. She’d forgotten that they’d used the company card, and a free drink makes having to deal with everyone else almost worth it. Another sip as James continued, and Myla’s eyes drifted to the other stuff at the table. Hey, those coasters didn’t actually look that bad. Another sip. The words just kinda drifted over her as she considered it, frowning at the one under her own drink. Yeah, that one was pretty nice. Looked fairly clean…she lifted one corner up to see the material. Hey, that’d actually be alright. Seemed like wood, but not like…cardboard or tissue paper bullshit.

Myla sucked on a tooth, waiting for James to look down again at his drink - Eclipse and Princess, at least, seemed to not be caring a huge amount. He seemed to be all over the place, a little bit. Ah, there it was. Lift up her glass with one hand, letting the edge still touch the coaster, and a little bit of the wrist…there it was, right in her lap. She looked over at one of the unoccupied chairs, taking a coaster over from there under the drink.

"Anyway. You got plans for the weekend? Up to anything nice that doesn't involve running into burning buildings or splitting cars in two? Normal stuff? You're all people at the end of the day, this isn't some workplace sitcom that my......yeah."

Hey, it wasn’t that good. She looked down at it, considering the coaster. There was a smudge on the printing, up at the edge where the name was. That looked like shit. A quiet little exhale from Myla, as she looked back up at the one under her drink now. Well, that was one actually not that bad. With her free hand, she slipped the stolen one in her pocket, tongue against cheek in a brief thought. Yeah, she could take another. She really could. Should she? Maybe…maybe not…yeah, it was a nice thought to have a bunch of coasters, but like, what would Myla even use them for? Did she expect to have people over? Fuck no. Did she expect to be supplying coasters for some future event bullshit? Fuck no. Nope, she could take another, but she wanted a good one. Eyes wandered the table to find that good one.

"Like yeah, you have lives. Okay, Phoenix Programme, I get it, prison and remand and all that, bar Hat Trick who is almost certainly watching ice hockey highlights from 2004. But you three have freedom and you can do whatever you want now. And I have no idea what to do in this hot as fuck town, so surely you have something cool going on. Or just chilling out. I know I would after this week."

"There are hills to go walking in and endless traffic to get lost in, and lots of desert. I don't know how you all do it, so I guess that got me...."

"God this is strong...."

Wait a fuck. That was a question. There was a question there. Myla looked up sheepishly, taking another sip of her drink. Did she have plans for the weekend? Well, no, no there really wasn’t anything…’burning buildings or splitting cars’. Yeah, she was pretty sure she’d made it clear what she was there for, when they talked before, but it seemed like James was already getting kinda drunk. She waited for the other two to answer, staring for a sec.

"It's easier with powers. Clear your mind, sit in the dark, and focus. The shadows will take you wherever you wish."

"But it's easier if you fly."

“A fair question to ask, yet one I have had no forward thoughts to.”

“Maybe I shall go to my cabin for a day, see how nature has treated it. Maybe I shall wander the streets alone or with my darling raven, perhaps I shall visit a gallery or draw my own art.”

“There are many paths laid before us, we must merely pick one. Not to worry, nothing shall bar us from them all. Afterall, a path in the wood has no end just as it has no walls, the end is never…the end…”

Well, that was helpful. Thanks, Princess.

”Honestly? Not really, no.” Well, was there? Fuck. Not massively. She gave a ‘it be how it be’ gesture with the hands, taking another sip of her Irish Coffee. ”Besides, if I go hiking in the desert I’m sure some fucking alarm will ring out or…something or another.”
In Empire of the Clouds → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
HADNAGY KOUYIALIS, MARKOS
Panayiotou Field, Elvesland, Kingdom of Mitteland

“May I confirm your orders, then I will let you take command. On certain conditions.”

“Simple terms allow those aboard to take what is their own. Respect their property and the captain of this vessel. There is also an excellent Favis brandy and others aboard that I would like to repatriate. I would also ask you to take care of her, she is a good ship.”

Kouyialis swallowed, his mouth just a little taut. Well, there was something to be said of the whole issue that such a man would be more worried about their brandy than the grand issues of a man running about, assaulting and thieving, not to mention the worse issue of a whole nation going to hell by a foreign army. That was after all how the whole problem had come to pass. Of course, the man also immediately dismissed the whole suggestion, ‘take care of her’ - of course one would add that, it was merely natural to transfer an item from one owner to another. But the gesture was nevertheless a gesture, and the Hadnagy nodded slightly. He let the man continue to talk as well, as such was merely natural.

Behind him, though, Nicou adjusted his feet and took a few steps to the side, almost getting closer to the airship but simply getting a better look to the side of her. His hands were planted at his hips, looking up and down the craft with his own mouth wry. The man was considering the condition of the airship, that was clear enough, considering it and what it had been through and what it might one day do. ‘Take care of her’.

“I shall talk to my representatives here in the city, I'm sure issues can be worked out.”

‘My representatives’, that could really only mean a few things that Kouyialis knew. He knew that the whole issue had likely been, or at the least would be, given up to the Favisian Embassy - Favisian? Favisi? Favisian sounded better in the man’s mind. Such a talk would need to be necessary for the Post Captain to remain on, though by his prior comments the Mittelander had some inkling that he did not actually desire that outcome. No, he wanted to leave with his ‘excellent Favis brandy’.

Some itch was that the Favian brandy wasn’t actually the man’s, that it had just been some other’s, yet Kouyialis banished the issue from his mind immediately. So long as it didn’t belong to the Inburian state or was a piece of the airship, it was beyond the purview of his orders. In any case, whoever actually owned the brandy would need to be alive to care about it at all, which was likely not the case. If it got the man off the airship faster, then it would help the Mittelander’s cause, simple as could be.

“Yes. He escaped via the back ramp, since closed, wounded in the arm i think. He tried to take some of this damn gold, he is armed with a pistol and I will be honest, he is a former airship captain. He knows these ships so he might try again and find other ways. You would be wise to expect the unexpected. We confronted him and he made us run after trying to assault the private of Favis army on guard who acted to prevent his theft."

“Damn fool tried to take bars too, they are less easy to break down easily. It takes a lot to melt a whole gold bar.”

An assault as well? That was by no means good. As Giorgiou produced a notebook, sketching out notes while puffing away on his cigarette like some imitation of a river scow, the other Mittelanders listened. Nicou turned away from his off-hand inspection of the outer hull and gondolas, eyebrow raised. A slight frown came against Kouyialis’s face, the man adjusting his footing just a tad before speaking. ”Well…as to the brandy, and other personal effects, I think there will not be such a great issue, Post Captain. So long as these things do not belong to the Inburian government, I see no issue. While it would be foolish for others to try to melt down that gold, I think you understand that every man who disembarks the airship will be searched - my own included. Mr Carter has proved it is a day for foolish actions, and I will not put it to assumptions.”

“As to the vessel, I'm sure she will be taken well care of. And thank you, Post Captain, for the information regarding Mr Carter.”

“Now, would you kindly have your persons aboard begin packing, for the transfer?”

Ardell Commonwealth Embassy, Elvesland, Kingdom of Mitteland

While the man who ran to the nearest station was not very fast, the phone line to the proper station was.

The streets of Elvesland were never particularly full of automobiles. As forms of transport, they were expensive to maintain, required mechanics and often hand-fitted parts unless you purchased from one of the few manufacturers who did standardize, and even then those manufacturers were seldom local and one had given themselves up as a repeat customer to that manufacturer. They drank gasoline, of which the pumps for were uncommon and at times unscrupulous, selling diluted products which fouled engines. Their beds were never as large as that of a cart's, sometimes smaller.

All in all, in Elvesland the automobile shared the road with a great many other things. It shared with the bicycle, the horse, and the pedestrian. So when the Mittelander police came, they came on bicycles.

A dozen weaved in and out of sight, relatively bulky with their heavier coats and shakos; a few had carbines slung cavalry-style, most had their batons clamoring against the steel frames of the bikes. They moved up, as other, smaller groups took positions around the embassy to prevent some sort of sprint for it. Behind the embassy, just before that narrow alley leading to the Ardellians, a larger flat-bed truck’s engine suspiciously failed. Thick black smoke poured from the hood, the driver climbing out to puzzle over it with a great amount of drama. The man’s pockets were, after all, suspiciously heavy with recent cash.

As the men took up their positions about the embassy, the largest moving to search all cars bound for the embassy, something else was happening in the city. The Langford was far less discrete than any might hope, and behind that car drew another. The men inside were young, young and laughing and loud as a young rich man might be, though they didn’t seem to get any farther from the Langford that stalked about Elvesland’s streets.
In ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴏɴꜱ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴛᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ [ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴍᴜᴛɪɴʏ, ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ] → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Call me interested, but I honestly want more actual information on the world itself before brewing up an app.

Edit: I also agree that I cannot read some of the app.
In Game of Thrones Possible Contemplations → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Afternoon all,

After being bombarded by ten thousand A Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms shorts and who knows what else, I've gotten it into my head that a part of me really, really does want to run a GOT game. Just wanting to reach out and see who would be potentially interested.

Thus far, two ideas I have are...

  • A traditional, full map of Westeros game. Players can be Lords of the various Houses, great and small. Likely would be a AU game. Time period is variable depending on what exactly people are wanting.
  • A small scale game. A minor house in, say, the Riverlands is beset by a succession crisis; the firstborn son, after being thought dead on an expedition to a far-off land (Ibben, Yi Ti, Ulthos), returns to find the secondborn ruling, the father dead within the past decade. Players would take on various members of the minor court, mercenaries brought back by the firstborn, so on.


But yeah, let me know any thoughts and if anyone is interested!
In Empire of the Clouds → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
HADNAGY KOUYIALIS, MARKOS
Panayiotou Field, Elvesland, Kingdom of Mitteland

“Keep your guns down, I'm coming out.”

“Post Captain, Hamelin Le Mariner approaching, Favis Diplomatic military attache to Inbur and attached to local consulate in regards to cities fall.”

The men watched as another came to the cargo ramp. The man looked to be at least middle-aged, something of a leather quality all told, wearing a more-than-fanciful jacket. If Kouyialis were to guess, the item was for their dinner dress uniform, and he did have to dress because for all the issues and faults of the man, he had never quite studied the Favis uniforms to any grand degree. That the man had taken the time to grab such a jacket, or have such a jacket on-hand while the whole of the issue with Mr Carter had unfolded was curious, but not unexpected. Perhaps he simply felt a good need to put a good face out for the Mittelanders. Perhaps.

Of course, his comments elected a quiet, more than discrete chuckle from Nicou. ‘Keep your guns down’ indeed - they still had every rifle shouldered, and Kouyialis hadn’t entertained the idea of actually, immediately trying to take the airship by force. If he had, he certainly would have taken the time to muster a machinegun or three; the idea of artillery came briefly to mind, but then they were in the middle of the city and such actions would doubtless go poorly with both the civilian population and the chain of command. But he would have at least brought machineguns to do such a thing, and that thing hadn’t quite been implied as necessary by the Vezérőrnagy. Why was this Post Captain so concerned?

That the man was of Favis, and not say Inburian, was more than curious. The Hadnagy had been led to believe that the vessel was Inburian, and that therefore it would have something of an Inburian of rank whether that be military or one of that nation’s convoluted noble ranks. As a Mittelander who had never spent time there, Kouyialis wasn’t quite sure if Inbur was convoluted for its nobility, but he was more or less certain that the place could be no worse than Mitteland in that regard. Then again, it was entirely likely that the nation was as bad as Mitteland, but that also the great myriad of noble ranks actually could wield some power every now and again, which as an idea was far worse. Yet, in any case, Kouyialis watched well and kept his mouth shut. That the man was of Favis was curious, and gave him all the less leverage in any talks.

“I am not the official captain, but I can talk with you.”

“What brings you armed and escorted to our door?”

”Hadnagy Kouyialis, of the Royal Army of Mitteland, replied the man, giving as best a salute as possible. The man, Favis or no, was a Captain in any regard and so, a salute was more than expected under the circumstances. As soon as it was returned, though, the salute was dropped, Kouyialis taking a more or less at-attention pose as he continued.

The man swallowed, taking some little pause. ”Post Captain Le Mariner, I must inform you that by order of Vezérőrnagy Kyriacou, Commanding Officer of the Elvesland Military District, I am authorized command of this airship for the purposes of its security and for the security of Inbur. Your service to Favis, and to Inbur, are to be commended - but the latter is no longer necessary.” He considered that such finality was, perhaps, not to be desired under such circumstances. The man might for some reason or another feel some attachment to the vessel, or to Inbur itself, and feel that his honor would need satisfaction that the whole issue would come to a close with a reasonable degree of completion. There were some nations with men like that, men whose duty did not end at the letter of the law but rather the intent. Was Favis one of these? Perhaps. Kouyialis was unsure. It was best to be safe, all told. Clearing his throat, the Mittelander added, ”I am sure that, should Favis enter a more formal agreement with Inbur on the status of this airship, that your continued aid would be more than helpful. But the immediate emergency of the vessel and its escape is no longer upon you.”

He considered something or another. It might be good to bring up the other issues as well. ”I am told you have already had a breach of security. A Mr Carter. Is that correct, Post Captain?”
In Empire of the Clouds → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
HADNAGY KOUYIALIS, MARKOS
Panayiotou Field, Elvesland, Kingdom of Mitteland

Turn a corner, and there it was.

Kouyialis had seen a few airships in his time with the Army - Observation Corps had enjoyed them, used balloons here and there, though such had generally been unpowered, tethered, non-rigid designs meant to just be hauled up and down a ground station. They’d always been smaller, too, nothing quite like what he saw before him. No, this was a long type, zeppelin with two distinct gondolas. They’d docked the vessel with a mast in the field, a few tents dotting about its base for the storage of materials and the like. It’d been brought lower to the ground, too, with a number of mooring lines set taut against the ground to further-off stakes, while one of the gondolas had a cargo ramp open.

A few figures dotted here and there, some at the ramp, some at the tents. Further off, near the river Inn, he could see men moving along the bank, set as they were with the other buildings as the water. Those silhouettes, Kouyialis could see rifles and krätzchen caps, distinct enough to be mistaken for very little else; the rifles, though, weren’t shouldered. Something had happened, the Hadnagy could tell it, and another pass by the eyes told him something else. One of the tents had been caved-in, drooped as it was on one side, while he could pick-out a figure set in one of the gondolas with one of the machineguns. A figure seemed to stand watch at the cargo ramp. Something had happened.

“Company, halt!”

They came to a rolling stop. The other Lieutenants came up alongside him, jogging the way as the man’s eyes narrowed. Something had happened, and it seemed like the area was at some alert or another. They’d doubtless gotten no word on the order from the Vezérőrnagy, that would make things far too easy, and doubtless again if they had been capable of receiving that word they would have sent word about the problem, whatever it had been, that had forced a tent to be broken and soldiers to be set along the river bank.

“What is it, Kouyialis?” Giorgiou’s cigarette had already been smoked in half, and he took another long pull. His own eyes danced around the scene before them, and the man swallowed.

“Something has happened…and besides, if nothing has, then whoever mans the zeppelin needs to be told on the transfer. Come on. Szakaszvezető!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Grab one of those fucking soldiers. At the water’s edge, you see? Have him over here, I want to know what he’s doing.”

“Sir!”

As the four men started their walk up to the zeppelin, Mihail set off in a brisk run with rifle unslung, held down low to parallel with the ground. He started yelling for one of the men, whoever was in charge of that whole ordeal, maybe a few dozen steps into his run. Kouyialis could see heads turn quick, one of the men turning their head back and forth a few times before starting a lazy jog to the group of Hadnagy. Mihail turned quick enough to run for the group of men as well, and Kouyialis paused as the man from the river came huffing up.

“Sergeant…Sergeant Amadou, sir.” The man gave a salute as he shouldered his rifle, which was duly returned. He could see from the corner of his eye Mihail coming up soon after, his steps slowing as he came close.

“Sergeant. What has happened? Why are you at the river’s edge?”

“Sir, I obediently report a man attempted thievery at the airship, and jumped from it onto a tent before escaping to the river. He was shot. We’ve been combing it for him.”

A pause. Already, some fool had tried to steal from it? What in all the stars' names had there been on that thing which had prompted such a quick thievery? What foolishness had there been that…well. That was something else entirely. Kouyialis took a deep breath. “Have the police been notified?”

“Well, uh…no, sir.”

Another pause. He could hear one of the other men swallow as well. “What’s his description?”

“Moderate height, brown hair, beard. An Ardellian, sir. ‘James Carter’.”

A fucking new worlder. Of course. “Send a man to inform the police. Tell them to set outside the Ardellian embassy. Move your men down the current, Sergeant, the Inn isn’t so fucking lazy as to keep garbage where it’s thrown. And ask the fishermen while you’re at it. They pick up trash all the time. You understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Dismissed.”

“Sir!” And with a salute, the Sergeant had turned about and already started running his way to the handfuls of men along the river. Kouyialis could see them staring for a brief period. Idiots, he swore, about idiots thinking that the river would keep still instead of moving as it does. Even he, a country boy, knew as much as the river current.

Another exhale. “Let’s go, then.”

They kept walking, walking up to the cargo ramp and the rest of it. Some men seemed to take notice, smoking as they were around a little tin, sitting on various boxes. Others, far less so. Everyone seemed far too relaxed for the idea that some absolute idiot had tried to steal from the airship soon enough that fool soldiers were combing the river's edge. Kouyialis exhaled his anger out at it. He’d need to talk to the man who had decided such was a good idea.

They stopped some ways off from the airship, the Mittelander looking up at the man in the gondola at the machinegun. He called out, giving volume to his voice.

“Who commands this airship? Send them out.”
In Empire of the Clouds → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Empire of the Clouds → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
HADNAGY KOUYIALIS, MARKOS
Barracks Post No. 143, Elvesland, Kingdom of Mitteland

The phone rang.

Hadnagy Kouyialis had some expectation on the phone ringing. It was always ringing about one thing or another, though he checked down at a watch on the desk. No, it wasn’t time for the hourly check. Something else, then. The other two phones, each on their own desks with a Szakaszvezető each sitting, one connected to all the local Barracks Posts, one connected to the local civil police station, sat quiet as the third next to Kouyialis decided to ring. Corps headquarters. That couldn’t be good.

He could feel the eyes of the two Szakaszvezető, Kadis and Mihail, on him as a hand picked up the phone. That phone didn’t ring all that often. It was strange for it to do so.

“Hadnagy Kouyialis speaking.”

“Hadnagy, this is Vezérőrnagy Kyriacou.” Kouyialis sat up just a little at that voice and name. Kyriacou didn’t often call. It was less than good, all told. “That airship. The one in Panayiotou Field. You’ve seen it?”

A pause. He’d heard of some talking about the thing, curious as they were, but not all that much. The people had mainly talked about it being some sort of airship out of Indbur, which made everyone assume they were some sort of refugees fleeing the recent issues there. Apparently the news had been that the city had fallen there to revolutionaries, which also made everyone he’d talked to have the assumption that the refugees were nobility of one sort or another. Kouyialis hadn’t bothered to run along and see the thing; he’d been too busy with the other work. An inspection had befallen one of the units in his purview. Truly tragic. “I can obediently report that no, Vezérőrnagy, I have not seen the airship myself.”

There was a shuffle of paperwork on the other end. “Well. It needs to be secured. Whatever incompetents that are they need to be relieved. You know how it is, Hadnagy. I need a company there now and you are the closest to it. I am authorizing you to draw up immediate troops in the area and secure that airship. You will be receiving the paperwork later today. Do not wait on it. Do you understand?”

Securing an airship? Well, that was a different set of orders, that was more than certain. He answered, and answered quickly. This wasn’t something to play about being timid, Kouyialis knew that much. “I obediently report that yes, I understand, Vezérőrnagy.”

“Good.” And the man hung up. Kouyialis looked at the phone set in his hand just a breath before setting it down. That couldn’t be good. A glance at the other two men in the room said that they knew it couldn’t be good as well.

A look at the map pinned-up on the wall. Well, if Panayiotou Field was there, then the closest muster would be…Station 6. Well, that place at least had a large enough location. Wasn’t that line closest with maintenance further on that track? Kouyialis could have sworn that, and that the maintenance had been going on for near two months. Stations near that were…No 130, 132, 133…Military Police for the first two, Engineers for the third. Well, that would be good enough.

“Call Posts 130, 132, 133. Muster all immediately available infantry to Station 6. Garrison duty. Mihail, get the men out front. Everyone able to go in the building, with a squad behind here. Get the communications wagon ready, but we’re not waiting on it. Clear?”

“If I might ask, Hadnagy, what exactly is going on?”

“That airship.”

Mihail paused. “Ah.” And, with that, the man was out of the door as Kadis started to call the other posts. Both men understood the gravity of the situation, at least clear enough that they knew to not dawdle about. There was something to be done that was out of the normal day-to-day business, and that something had some amount of importance to it.

Kouyialis swallowed. Goddammit. Well, up to that damn room to get his kit.

Station 6, Elvesland, Kingdom of Mitteland

The train station was, as stations went, extremely quiet.

Kouyialis could tell that the city employees hadn’t come by in some time to sweep things up or move any objects. The three bicycles that had been set set aside a fence hadn’t been moved, instead collecting a number of webs along their frames, while small piles of dust and soot had accumulated in every corner. If he imagined it, he could see the little poofs of dust up from their boot-steps. But no, that was just the man’s imagination, and he adjusted his shouldered rifle.

Sixteen men were with him; they had moved through the street quickly enough, with their packs and gear and the rest, and by any account the Hadnagy hadn’t bothered to give pomp and ceremony to their travel through the streets. No, they fast-marched the whole endeavor, a brisk enough pace with far more space between each man than any regulation had called for.

Ahead, he could tell that the other Posts had given good enough responses. Ten men here, Twelve here, Ten again, each with another Hadnagy with them. Well, that wasn’t all that bad. The man’s mouth was wry as they approached, fast-marching up as the three men before the waiting troops looked at him expectedly. “Hadnagy Kouyialis,” each said, giving a salute that he returned. Kadis, alongside, could be heard. “Company, halt!”

The men introduced themselves as Hadnagy Giorgiou, Nicou, and Panou. “As I understand it, Vezérőrnagy Kyriacou has appointed you to command this?”

Well, it seemed that Mihail had decided to make some explanations on his own. That was more or less annoying, though it couldn’t be helped. It had given them some incentive to mustered as many as they could, after all. “Yes. We’re to secure that airship. Immediate concerns and all that. There are, apparently, some form of security aboard. We’ll be making contact with them and taking over.” He paused, looking over the men. They seemed roughly in good shape, all told, with only a few being the characteristic tiredness of a midnight watch.

“We’ll march first, Giorgiou, Nicou, Panou behind, yes? Once we’ve made all the pleasantries available, any man who isn’t given to heights will go up to the airship and man its machineguns. Anyone elsewise will secure the mast. Understood?”

They all assented. It wasn’t a plan that needed a great amount of consideration, especially since they were in the capital itself. So, then, off the mismatch force marched.
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