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Post by piñata on Aug 2, 2005 12:16:53 GMT -5
(OOC: This is just setting the tone and creepy atmosphere for the rest of my part of the adventure. You guys, being in different locations, don't have to go quite as dark and/or graphic.)
A man appears suddenly in the darkened, deserted streets of Basin City, West Olwe. Wearing loud purple wizard's robes with rich silver embroidery, he surveys a scene of absolute carnage. The cars lining each side of the street are either flaming and/or smoking, stripped down to their chassis by opportunistic thieves, or overturned completely. Bodies, and pieces of bodies, litter the main thoroughfare. The windows on all the storefronts have been smashed in, and one unfortunate man lies impaled on a jagged shard of glass jutting from the pane of a window that was broken improperly. A severed human torso, arms and head still attached, dangles by a coil of intestine from the only working streetlight. Somehow managing not to look disturbed in the least by any of this, the man draws a wand from beneath his robes and moves on, stepping over the mangled bodies lying in his path. He keeps reminding himself that he's seen worse than this. That, in fact, he's done worse than this on occasion. He reminds himself that fear is beneath him, for he is Piñata.
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Scythe
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Post by Scythe on Aug 4, 2005 19:27:54 GMT -5
In the Wansor Naval Command Center situated in the east wing of Castle Discordia, a scene of semi-organized ruckus is well under way. A number of tacticians and military officials are conversing animatedly as they cluster around the brightly lit tactical command table that occupies the center of the room. In the comparative gloom of the room's edges, technicians, tacticians, communications officers, quartermasters, coordinators, and a small free-form jazz band labor studiously over their instruments. Also, one spot on the wall is occupied by a large, ornate fireplace. Suddenly, grean flames sprout from the cold ashes within. With a leaping gout of green, Scythe appears in the fireplace and strides into the room. The officers on duty come to attention, but Scythe quickly gestures for them to carry on with their duties.
Scythe: *points at comm officer* Get me Stalin and Trasta. Patch them through the command table, please. *joins the officials and tacticians at the table* Awful way to travel, floo powder. You guys recieving?
Stalin: 'M here. Glad you're back, man. our forces have taken a beating.
Trasta: I'm here too. Who the hell's behind this anyway? It's an extremely concerted effort, and we're seeing lots of Inferni and Tusken Raiders.
Scythe: I can't be sure at this point. Someone fill me in.
Random Officer #1: The enemy has come from the Northeast by sea and the south by land. They have taken the coastline of North Olwe and are pressing forward on both fronts. Allied forces are holding as of now, but it is impossible to determine the full extent of the enemy's numbers at this point. On the maritime front, our fleet has been blockaded into the coastal areas of Olwe and Wansor, and routes between our two nations and to anywhere else are largely cut-off. Our fleets are currently at 33% in numbers, and this figure represents all operational ships isolated in both East Olwe and Wansor. To the south, enemy assaults have been brotal. Litle Meowing kittens, Fargan Blargan, Damithor, Rimmington, and Arrakeen have been completely overrun. Scythe, we fear that Simon Atreides was lost during the final defense of the palace grounds.
Scthe: *nods* This is sobering news indeed...he will be missed. A bit aloof as of late, but always behind ya in a pinch... *pause* Very well then. The enemy has two courses of action. One: Whoever they are can press immediately north and west into currently unassaulted regions, which could perhaps gain them the heart of the Conclave itself, Arador. However, this would leave them particularly vulnerable to potentially devastating flanking manouvers from the forces of Stalin, Trasta, and myself. The other, much more likely course they can take is to strike here *points to an area of the map* at East Olwe and Wansor. Once they control the entire eastern half of the continent, they can march on Arador from the east, southeast, south, and soutthwest without fear of any opposition from unexpected directions. Thusly, it is essential that we break the enemy hold on the seas immediately, lest we find ourselves caught between their navy and army. once we regain the offensive on that front, a marittime offensive against the enemy at north Olwe will be possible, and our land forces will be free to press in that direction or flank the enemy armies moving from the south, possibly cutting off supply lines and escape.
Trasta: Lets skin one Kowokian monkey lizard at a time, though. Their ships outnumber ours three to one, and then there's the ground war to consider.
Scythe: Perhaps we should pull up some of the "special" weaponry and ship configurations.
Random Officer #2: The special equipment? I'll have everything in that category unpackaged and prepared immediately.
Scythe: Stalin, you have the Airship Basurake and the HG pirates in the area, correct? They could be the ace in the sleeve we need in the ensuing battle for the seas.
Stalin: *grins* I'll see what I can do... Ahh, that reminds me - another ace in the sleeve for you. A fleet from Deadman's Dike from approaches from the east undetected and awaits a signal and instructions.
Scythe: *rubs hands* Excellent. If people weren't going to die in the process and the free world wasn't at stake, this would almost be fun. Now here's some ideas...
And so they did converse and make plans late into the evening, with many a welcome interruption from other leaders delivering/requesting reports. On a less hopeful note, the free-form jazz group, now calling themselves "Circus Toupe," ran out of tunes early on and had to venture off in search of new jazz charts in new and exotic keys.
(OOC: It'll get way cooler, but I felt that some "planning" would be approprate first, for realism's sake.)
(OOC again: The ground war hasn't been forgotten, but I plan to focus on the naval side of things for a few posts, so if anyone, especially Stalin and/or whoever Trasta belongs to, wants to take the land war into their hands, then that would be just peachy. If not, I'm going to treat it as if lines are holding where they are for now unless otherwise specified.)
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Post by piñata on Aug 5, 2005 12:08:05 GMT -5
(OOC: I guess I fall under the category of "whoever Trasta belongs to", since she's my character's wife.)
Piñata hears screaming and gunfire coming from a side street. He turns down it, wand raised, and sees a horde of Inferi storming a convenience store (from which the gunfire is emanating, suggesting that whoever is inside is putting up one hell of a fight). Every once in a while, an Inferius will go down, but they almost always get right back up -- guns aren't very effective against creatures who are already dead. On a hunch, Piñata reaches out with the Force, searching for a presence he knows is nearby. Once he has a location on her, he points his wand at the Inferi and shouts, "Meteor!" A huge, flaming ball of rock issues from his wand tip, ripping through the ranks of the Inferi and completely vaporizing several of them. The few remaining zombies break and run, beating a hasty retreat. Piñata walks up to the convenience store and knocks on the hastily erected wooden boards covering the doors.
Female voice: Go away! Before we kill you! Piñata: Gail, is that any way to greet a frequent customer? Gail: Piñata? Is that really you? Piñata: Yes. The Inferi are gone now, but you might want to let me in before they decide to come back for seconds. Oh, and Miho, you can come out now. I sensed your presence in the Force.
A beautiful Asian woman jumps down from the roof of the convenience store, where she was hiding from Piñata, fully prepared to kill him if he turned out to be another enemy. She lands on her feet without making any noise, and precedes Piñata into the store when the door opens.
[meanwhile, in Olwe...]
Four broomsticks streak through the night sky, riders of varying shapes and sizes mounted on them. A battle rages below them, as Ewoks, Elves, Humans, Vratix and even the occasional Ogier face off against a legion of Inferi. The broomstick riders all draw wands, and various curses can be heard -- several Inferi go down, hit by various Stunning or Petrification spells, and one vanishes into thin air. As the broomsticks hit the ground, swords and other weapons are drawn, and pieces of the zombies closest to the new arrivals begin to fly through the air. A cheer goes up from the Conclave battle group, and they press forward, driving their enemy back. Finally, after forcing a temporary retreat, the Vratix commander of the Conclave force turns to the new arrivals.
Vratix: Lady Trasta, I'm glad to see you've survived. We were beginning to worry... Trasta: Qlaern? Is that you? I can't believe they pulled you out of retirement. Qlaern: Somebody was needed to assume temporary command. I used to be a General. Trasta: Has the enemy taken the Palace yet? Qlaern: No, but there have been several failed attempts to breach the perimeter. The fish are eating well today. Trasta (with a grim smile): To say nothing of the plants. Okay, we need to get to the Palace. They can't get to us with the traps protecting us, which means we'll have a safe place from which to stage further operations. You'll remain in command of the ground force -- the four of us should take to the air again and scout ahead. Qlaern: Right. There's enemy activity between here and the Palace, but we'll clear you a safe path. Trasta: If we run across civilian survivors along the way, we should try and get them to the safety of the Palace. Don't sacrifice any more troops than is absolutely necessary to keep civilians alive, though. Qlaern: Understood. This kind of fighting is exactly why I retired.
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Post by Elfie on Sept 5, 2005 18:51:15 GMT -5
*as the smoke and debris clears, Elfie finds himself in his lab again*
Elfie: Home, home again. I like to be here when I can. Wait how did I get here?
*quickly surveying the area, Elfie realizes that while he is indeed in his lab something is different*
Elfie: Have I shifted dimensions again? I've got to stop doing that. Or maybe this isn't my lab. Or maybe I'm just crazy and everything is normal
Female voice: Hey there. Why are you home so early?
Elfie: Definetly shifted dimensions.
Female voice: What are you talking about? You were never one to make sense. The kids and I wanted to take you out for dinner to celebrate your promotion.
Elfie: I do not like this dimension very much.
*the female steps into the hallway where Elfie is standing to reveal a woman in her thirties with strangely entrancing blue eyes and a remarkable smile*
Elfie: Alright, so I've been in worse dimensions.
Female: What's bothering you?
Elfie: *muttering to himself* I don't know your name...*louder* Nothing. Just feeling disoriented.
Female: Well come on, I don't want to wait all evening.
Elfie: Yeah. Let's go...
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Post by SuperBassX84 on Sept 5, 2005 22:12:26 GMT -5
-=A flash of fire and blinding light, and Bass appears in his home country of the Pantless Cult. Looking around, he is surrounded on all sides by long stretches of desert, with the outlines of a large city to the west as the only sign of life=-
Bass: Ass. Of all the places for Elfie's damn teleporter to send me to, I end up way out here. Dammit, Elfie.
-=As Bass begins to trudge towards the large, lakeside city of Sinot, he begins to wonder about the apparent invasion of the 'Clave=-
Bass: If Piñata's reports are correct, all that's attacking the Cult is Tusken Raiders, which the Badgers and Pantless Army can easily handle, and Inferi, which is basically a fancy zombie. It doesn't make any sense that they seem to be gaining ground.
-=As he walks, a rumbling in the ground catches his attention=-
Bass: Ass x2. I'm outside of Sinot. They created Tremors a long time ago to protect the city from ground attack. Fantastic.
-=Instead of fighting, however, Bass puts his weapons away and takes the stance of an Olympic runner preparing for a race=-
Bass: C'mon, you sons of biotches. It's been too long since I've had a good footrace. I'm out of shape.
-=As the Tremors near, Bass takes off, not sprinting, but instead keeping a few yards ahead of the Tremor. As he enjoys his playful run, he is completely unaware of the cold, calculating eyes watching him from afar=-
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Post by piñata on Sept 19, 2005 13:05:47 GMT -5
Piñata looks around at the people assembled in the convenience store. Most of them are quite obviously innocent bystanders whose idea of heavy combat is a fistfight at the local pool hall. However, here and there he spots promising individuals who look as if they might know their way around a war zone, and he is relieved to see that nearly all of the hookers are still alive. He turns back to Gail, who has made no bones about the fact that she is in charge.
Piñata: Do we have communications equipment handy? Gail: We don't really need it. If we accept outside interference, we invite the mob to take over our business again. Personally, I'd rather die. Piñata: After hearing how little you care about all these innocent civilians, I'd rather watch you die. But that's not an option right now. Do you have anything that might be used to contact the Conclave High Command? I promise you, I will personally carry out the executions of any mafia types who try to horn in on your business, but the mob is the least of our worries at the moment. Gail: Fine. Jenna, see what you can dig up. Piñata (watching the short, attractive blond go into the back of the store): I don't believe I've met her yet. Is she new? Gail: She's been with us a few months. She tinkers with electronics for a hobby, so she can probably jury-rig us a radio of some sort if she can find the right parts.
[Meanwhile, back in Olwe...]
Qlaern (decapitating an Inferius with a sweep of his claw): There's too many of them! We have to fall back! Trasta (fighting on foot now after being pulled off her broom): The only other way to the Palace is through the Gardens! We'll lose too many people that way! Meteor!
A large hole opens up in the wall of corpses in front of Trasta, but it quickly fills with yet more Inferi.
Qlaern: Demolitions and artillery units to the front! Clear us a path! Trasta (talking into a radio): This is Kalidor Leader. You guys are gonna have to take off without me. Go on ahead to the Palace, and take as many civilians as you can with you. We'll meet up with you later.
If any of us survive, Trasta thought as she watched the other three members of the Flying Cavalry take off.
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Post by DarkAngel on Sept 20, 2005 20:03:21 GMT -5
DarkAngel stands infront of a massive army of Serran warriors, who's brilliantly decorated armour shines in the light. DarkAngel makes eye contact with a seemingly young warrior who looks nervous. He gives a reassuring nod of his head, which the soldier returns with a zealous salute. The assembled army is murmuring amongst themselves, but stop immediately as DarkAngel raises his hand.
"Fellow Serrans!" DarkAngel yells, "Today we fight not only for our own realm, but for the safety of another. In doing so, we will secure the safety and prosperity of our glorious realm for generations to come after us!"
The assembled army yells a deafening cheer, and thousands of swords are raised into the air at once.
"Now we go, warriors, to death and destruction!" DarkAngel shouts, spreading his wings and leeping into the air, creating a massive portal infront of him as he does so. Through the portal, an army of undead Inferi are locked in battle with a group of assorted races.
DarkAngel is the first through the portal, landing just infront of the front line of battle. Without missing a stride, he removes the heads of two nearby Inferi with the swipe of his swords. A cheer goes up through the defenders as word of the new reinforcements runs like wildfire throughout the line. Soon, countless Serran warriors are on the battle field, wreaking havoc upon the mindless Inferi. DarkAngel spots the young warrior he saw before being hard pressed by two Inferi. Leeping into the air, he casts a fireball at the closest one, which instantly bursts into flames, screaming as it slowly burns. The warrior finishes off the other Inferi, then salutes DarkAngel. DarkAngel returns the salute, then goes in search of one of his commanders. Seeing Tyrael nursing the wound of a Serran, DarkAngel approaches. Upon seeing his ruler, Tyrael gives a quick bow.
"How fares the battle, Tyrael" DarkAngel asks. "It is going well, our warriors have joined with the front line of the defenders, and are making good headway against the tide of Inferi." Tyrael replies, still nursing the wounded warrior. "Good," DarkAngel says, "Keep tending to the wounded. We need push the Inferi far enough back that we can set up our defences again. We have to protect the palace." "Understood. Good hunting friend." Tyrael remarks. DarkAngel turns to Tyrael and smiles, then takes to the air with the flap of his massive wings.
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Scythe
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Post by Scythe on Sept 22, 2005 20:31:13 GMT -5
Scythe: It's nice when the weather is so cooperative...
The battleship Alicia glides through the thick fog. The early morning sun barely pierces through its gray curtain. Up on the deck of the ship, Scythe and a number of officers dictate the final preparations for the first offensive strike on the superior enemy fleet.
Scythe: Captain, how are things going?
T3h captain: We're all set, sir. Now all we need is a target...
*comm unit crackles* Sensors officer: Captain, we've located a nearby hostile group. two ships our size, two slightly smaller. They are unaware of our presence or proximity, naturally.
Scythe: And there's the target. Thats four enemies to our two ships, but I doubt they're running with any non-standard equipment. Captain, move us into position to assault the nearer of the large ships and instruct Shaftstop to do the same with the other larger one.
Captain: Done. We'll be in position in a few minutes.
-*a few minutes later*-
Captain: We're in position.
Scythe: Launch the tugs. Open the gunports on my first mark, then fire on the second.
The vague outline of the enemy ship appears parallel to the Alicia. After a series of muffled splashes, a number of small boats zip off into the fog. After waiting a few moments for the tugs to arrive on station, Scythe bellows "Mark!" Dozens of gunports slam open all along the side of the ship. A siren begins to wail somewhere in the fog, accompanied by shouts and curses.
Scythe: To late for that, my friends. Mark!!
The shots pound into the water between the two ships, and long chains rattle out behind them. On the other side of the ship, the projectiles rocket up and out of the water and are abruptly swept up by the crews of the small boats. With chains still attatched, the projectiles are realoaded into the small boats' single cannons and fired into the opposite side of the ship.
Scythe: Reel 'em in!
Great crankshafts lurch into motion as the chains are rapidly pulled back in. The enemy ship suddenly slides sideways in the water and tips violently away from the Alicia as the chains pull the unfortunate ship underneath itself.
Scythe: Send in the SSLs now, and follow it up with cleanup and a skeleton crew. let it right itself after a few minutes.
With the climbing skill of their Incan ancestors, the SSLs quickly storm the partially capsized vessel, catching most of the disoriented crew unawares. When any resistance was made, their astounding weaponry proved to much for the surprised seamen to suppress, and they were quickly subjugated.
Captain: The operation has been successful. The Shaftstop reports similar success. The expanding foam mortars proved very effective, I'm told. The two smaller ships have escaped, undoubtedly with the intent to link up with reinforcements.
Scythe: Excellent work, Cap'n. Get the new crews on station and effect repairs. I think I'll inspect our catch personally.
Captain: Excellent, sir. It'll be done.
Scythe strides off across the deck towards the gangplank to the newly comandeered vessel. Two new ships, no losses, he thinks. It's a start. I wonder how they're doing on land...
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Post by piñata on Sept 23, 2005 10:24:17 GMT -5
(OOC: And THAT'S why he's in charge of the Navy. ) The light of the moon over Olwe is suddenly blotted out by thousands of flying shapes. Trasta: Great. What now? Qlaern: We don't know... this wasn't in the intelligence reports on the enemy. The new arrivals land and begin mowing down the Inferi with a vengeance. Trasta spots a familiar face among them. Trasta: Hey, DA! What the Fork is going on? DA: I'm the new ruler of Serra's Realm. I thought you already knew that. Trasta: There's a lot that's happened recently that I don't know. I was on Westworld for nearly a year before Aratar collapsed it, remember? DA: Oh. That's right. Where's the rest of the Flying Cavalry? Trasta: I sent the other three on ahead after I got pulled off my broom. They were heading in the direction of King's Row last time I saw them. DA: King's Row? Trasta: Where the foreign embassies and local governmental buildings are. About a block away from the Palace. DA: Right. It was just three riders on broomsticks? They didn't have reinforcements? Trasta: No, there wasn't anything in our group capable of keeping up with them. DA: Well, there is now. DA selects about a dozen angels and gives them some hasty orders, then sends them off after the Flying Cavalry. Then, he turns back to the fight, decapitating another Inferius. [meanwhile, on King's Row...] The Bitewaldian ambassador looks worriedly out his office window. The fighting has finally come to King's Row, and he has a front-row seat. Explosions, shouts and gunfire, punctuated by the occasional agonized scream, drift up from the grounds below as the Bitewaldian garrison fights the unusual enemy. Whatever they are, Bitewaldian weapons seem to have little or no effect on them. They just keep getting right back up. His people aren't so lucky... most of them are so obviously dead it makes him sick to his stomach to look at the bodies. Even as he watches, one of his men has his arms and legs pulled off by a mob of zombies. He moves to the desk, opening the top drawer and making sure the pistol he finds there is loaded and ready. He stuffs the weapon in his pocket, for all the good it will do him, and waits, knowing it's more important at the moment for him to stay alive than to fight. [meanwhile, outside the Bitewaldian embassy...] Captain Aiden Hayes, Keeper of the Olwe National Quidditch team and second-in-command of the Flying Cavalry, sees the explosions and muzzle flashes from the fight around the embassy. She veers off to the left, checking to see that her companions, the human Lieutenant/Chaser Donald Lynch and Ewok Sergeant/Seeker Paploo, are still with her. Lynch: What are you doing? Our orders were to go straight to the Palace. Aiden: The Palace is still secured. This might be important. If we can help our allies in their time of need, it might be politically beneficial to Olwe. Lynch: There are only three of us. That's a pitched battle down there. Aiden: Two fully trained wizard soldiers and an Ewok scout. We may be three, but we'll fight like thirty. Lynch: I hope you know what you're doing. Aiden pulls out her wand as she flies over the roof of the embassy. She sees a group of about eight Inferi dismembering an unfortunate guard. Knowing they plan to add insult to injury by eating him after he dies, she points her wand at them and shouts, Meteor! After the smoke clears, only scattered bits and pieces of the bodies remain -- for the most part, the Inferi and their victim were vaporized. A small, smoking crater now sits in front of the embassy. [meanwhile, back in West Olwe...] Piñata sits in front of Jenna's completed radio and switches through channels rapidly, trying to find the secure Conclave tactical channel. Finally, a voice comes on the line. Voice: This is a secure channel. Identify yourself. Piñata: This is High Admiral Frost, security clearance code Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Six Niner -- I repeat, WTF-69. Voice: Sorry, sir. Protocol. Piñata: That's fine. Who am I speaking to? Voice: Lieutenant Davis, sir. Piñata: Lieutenant, are there any members of High Command you can transfer me to? I need to know what's going on. Davis: Right away, sir. A new voice comes on the line -- a voice Piñata recognizes right away. Omeguz: Candybag? Is that really you? Piñata: Last time I checked. What's going on? Omeguz: Where do I start? Inferi in the East, Tusken Raiders in the South and West, Duke Simon Atreides and Deputy Director of Intelligence JNL have been killed in action, and Krotos is Overlord of the North Conclave now. Piñata: What? Krotos? Omeguz: Ape's still MIA, and Krotos was next on the list. I know he's a bit young, and the general consensus is that if Elfie would just release him from his apprenticeship and make him eligible already it would have been DA instead, but the way the cards fell it wound up being Krotos. Piñata: It still seems pretty fast. He was released from his apprenticeship only a couple of months ago. So what else can you tell me? Omeguz: The entire Jedi Order deployed... including the members of the Council... for the first time since the war with EM. Since Viper's still regenerating that severed arm, Jacen's temporarily in charge. DA just brought the Serrans into battle in Olwe, but we haven't received any word from him since then. Scythe's captured two enemy capital ships. Devo was making a fighting withdrawal last we heard -- the Tusken Raiders brought banthas, and they proved to be too much for our cavalry's horses. Stalin's observed radio silence since his activation. We haven't heard from Elfie, Bass or Buddha yet. What about you? Piñata: I'm in Basin City, West Olwe. I've linked up with some... er... special forces. Omeguz: I can imagine. Reechani's on his way to you -- he's leading a Jedi commando squad. Piñata: Good, we could use some reinforcements. The place is crawling with Inferi. And although I haven't seen any actual Gremlins yet, there's evidence on some of the bodies I've seen that there might be other dangers lurking about. Omeguz: Lovely. Be careful. Piñata: You too. May the Force be with you. Candybag out. Piñata turns off the radio and sets it up to recharge while he organizes the survivors and prepares them to move out.
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Post by Elfie on Sept 23, 2005 12:51:42 GMT -5
*as Elfie walks with his family and tries to make it seem like he knows where he going even though he's following behind them, he contemplates how exactly he could have gotten here, and perhaps more importantly, what happened to the Elfie that really lives in this dimension* Female: *walking with him as he looks at the sky* You seem distracted. Something going on at work? Elfie: Nothing all that important. Just ticking away the moments that make up a dull day. Female: Well I should hope I'm not making it more dull. Elfie: Of course not. Kid 1: Dad! Look! We're here! *the kids rush into a medium sized building followed by Elfie and the woman whose name he doesn't know yet, but fortunately* Restaurant Owner: James! Elsie! So nice to see you with your family! Elfie: *thinking to himself* Elsie...what a delightful name... Elsie: *prodding Elfie* Oh you'll have to excuse him. His head has been in the clouds since he got home tod.. *Elsie trails off, but as Elfie turns to see what has caused her to get quieter and quieter, he notices she is also getting fainter and fainter* Elfie: ... *at this point, the whole restaurant is fading out of existence* Elfie: ... *the disappearing restaurant is cross-faded with a barren desert* Elfie: ... Elfie: ... Elfie: Fork.
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Post by stalin on Sept 23, 2005 17:13:13 GMT -5
*Stalin paces the deck of the Airship Basurake. Walking over to the window he glances out. Grey clouds obscure anything that could be visible on the vast waters below. Beneath, the carrier Castila floats, holding all the yellow aces that aren't flying patrols. Walking up the bridge he finds the FO.*
Stalin: Any sightings at all?
FO: None yet sir. Until this fog clears up we will be lucky to see a battleship straight under us. Looks like no kills to report today.
Stalin: Dammit, was there any point in bringing the aces and airship out here?
*There is a crackling on the radio in the background*
Voice: Airship Basurake, this is Battleship Alicia Commander Suervo, come in.
Stalin: This is General Stalin. You were required to keep radio silence.
Seurvo: Doesn't matter now sir; they know we are here. We sank two battleships already, but two cruisers escaped. See if you can't sink them before they alert others to our presance.
Stalin: We can't see anything in this fog. You'd have to tell us where they went.
Seurvo: I'm sending you the info now sir. Good hunting!
*A sheet prints out of the dot matrix printer on the bridge. After a quick glance, stalin walks over to the navigator.
Stalin: Change of course. Head straight south. We are looking for two cruisers going at breakneck speed. With the disturbance in the water they must be creating, we shuold find them. Once we do, command Castila to send all the aces after one of the cruisers. Fly straight over head the other, keeping high. We will send our para squad onto the second. Hopefully they will be trying attack the aces that they wont notice us.
*Stalin walks off the bridge to his cabin. Inside he finds his gold armor. Donning it, he walks out to the jump zone where he finds his para troops waiting for him. They are clad in grey suits to keep them hiden in the fog aswell as similarly colored parashutes. After twenty minutes a voice comes over the intercom.
Voive: We have spotted enemy cruisers. Prepare for jump.
*Stalin stands up and looks at his men. For most this will be there first jump, and for too many their last. Strangly though, a sense of calm encompases the room as the men look at their commander. Stalin walks over to a cabnet and opens it up. Inside are hundreds of steel tipped spears. Taking them, he hands them out to each of his 50 troops, two to each. Grabbing the last two, stalin walks over to the jump door, throws it open, and spreads his wings, ready to take off.
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Post by piñata on Sept 27, 2005 12:34:00 GMT -5
Piñata leads the procession, consisting primarily of unarmed civilians, out of the convenience store, keeping the hookers as evenly spaced among the civilians as possible in order to provide the best possible chance of survival for the entire party. He sees the Inferi coming back down the street toward him, and prepares for the worst. Drawing his wand, he uses another meteor to blast a fairly large hole in the enemy formation and scatter the confused survivors. Then, he sends the civilians, escorted by a handful of armed hookers, through the hole, blasting away with his wand at the Inferi who try to move back in and flank the group.
Piñata: Everyone concentrate your fire on the targets closest to the friendlies. They have to get through!
Piñata sees Miho, out of throwing knives, move in with her swords for close combat. Stowing his wand and drawing a lightsaber instead, he goes in to cover her. He trips over a mangled body on the ground -- one of the hookers who was escorting the civilians. He can't tell who it is, because the zombies ripped her face off. He sees other bodies lying here and there, some of them readily identifiable as Inferi because their wounds are unaccompanied by blood. Even as he watches, two of the fallen Inferi get back up, moving toward him despite the gaping holes in their bodies.
Gail: Why are they getting back up? They should be dead! Piñata: That's the problem -- they were already dead. Now the only way to keep them from getting back up is to take their heads off -- or disintegrate them.
Suiting action to words, Piñata sweeps his lightsaber across the necks of the two rejuvenated Inferi, cleanly decapitating them.
[meanwhile, back in Olwe...]
Aiden watches helplessly as the Inferi swarm the helpless Bitewaldian security forces. Every time it looks like the Flying Cavalry has put a dent in the enemy numbers, a bunch of fallen Inferi get back up and start fighting again. Even the ones who are missing limbs refuse to stay down. Aiden looks at Paploo -- unable to use a wand because he can't speak the incantations with Ewok vocal chords, he's been relegated to using a sling to hurl stones at the enemy. Realizing that reinforcements are needed, and that Paploo makes a better messenger than a fighter in this situation anyway, she orders him to go back to Trasta and tell her what's happening here. Maybe Trasta can spare a few troops to reinforce the Bitewaldians.
Lynch: There are only two of us now. What can two people do against an enemy that won't die? Aiden (watching worriedly as the Inferi advance on the front doors of the embassy): You stay out here and figure that out. If I don't come back, you're in command until you hook back up with Trasta. Lynch: Where are you going?
Aiden doesn't reply -- gathering speed at an alarming rate, she zooms toward the front doors, which are now being battered with fists by a mob of zombies. Blasting a couple of Inferi out of the way with one last shot from her wand, she plows right into the others, knocking them -- and herself -- through the front doors and inside the embassy. Something cracks ominously, and Aiden no longer feels the handle of her broom under her hands. Unbalanced, she pitches headfirst over the front of the broom and bounces painfully down a corridor that, she thinks to herself bitterly, could do with some carpeting. Quickly checking herself for broken bones and finding none, she gets to her feet ahead of the zombies and draws her wand in one hand and a shortsword in the other. The first Inferius to get to his feet answers the question of where her broom handle landed -- it's sticking through one side of his body and out the other. Giving a mighty yank, the zombie manages to rip the piece of jagged, splintered wood free, and looks at it for a moment before brandishing it threateningly and advancing on Aiden. Behind him, the other Inferi have started getting to their feet as well. Determined not to face an armed opponent if she can help it, Aiden levels her wand at the first Inferius and shouts, "Expelliarmus!" The broom handle flies out of the surprised zombie's hand, landing somewhere behind the enemy formation.
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