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Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Ban Kingo, Shimura

Hannula Armory

It was a serious situation in the Armory after the briefing.

If he hadn't already lost nearly 50% of what he cared most of in the world it would have likely hit Ban alot harder. But his honored mother an accomplished lawyer and yakuza accomplice had past decades ago. And his great lamented father, killed by the family blade stolen from his hands. Ban had cleaned the blade since then, taken a stone and blade powder to it even. But as he knelt in the Armory in front of one of the kit tables, with the Kingo sword before him. He can almost see the blood of family still staining it's length.

The man knelt there then, dressed in a surprisingly traditional style. With a modern take. A dark charcoal hakama clearly armored, a white, the color of death and the afterlife in Japanese culture, shitagi. And a pair of white tabi. For all that it is the modern day Ban could be mistaken for a Shogunate samurai just abit.

This might be complimented when he gets to his feet and begins a war dance. A old Samurai practice, for safety and fortune in battle. Not luck, oh not a Samurai or even a Yakuza ronin wouldn't believe in luck in battle. As Ban turns elegantly in the movements, and a small battle fan is produced from within the folds of the sash at his waist. He dances, silent his gaze brilliant with purpose. And it's not clear when he picks up his sword. Only that he has it, and sharp, swift motions, turns and spins. The fan and sword lash through the air.

It lasts no more then a few minutes maybe. Or maybe hours. Those who watch him silent. Finally Ban stops and takes a single step back, the only time he intends to retreat if he can manage it. Sword held aloft as if prepared to strike down any foe. And then, a single echoing war cry.

Only after lowering his sword, does Shimura put on his armor. His old suit had been taken by Raven way back when, and he'd been prepared to go into this op with only his shirt and pants and sandals. But Samantha had come through. The armor looks like old o-yoroi. Black with a white Kingo family crest on the Do chest plate. Kote arm guards, heavy Haidate thigh guards and lighter Suneate shin guards. Finished out with shoulder guards menu face mask and a Kabuto helmet with six reaching spires of material reaching before sweeping behind his head. What makes this though is the color. Besides the black cuirass, every other inch of the armor, is a eye scorching bone white. He'd really had to tell Sam how important the color is. How white is the color of Death and the Dead in Japanese culture, and that he'd be bringing that Death on the operation.

If Shimura really is going to walk into battle again, he wanted to make that statement.

With the last element of his armor strapped on, and closer inspection showing the archaic armor is actually layers of ceramic plates on kevlar and titanium chain mail.

Lastly a pistol a quick firing machine pistol a concession he'd made. And then something of a trick but Sam and her people had managed. A chain spear. Callout to Scoprion. A short spear attached to a long steel chain that he could throw and pull back with ease. Reminding him of Flying Bullet training actually. And then finally the Kingo blade, bit it had a friend. Another blade. Slightly shorter, the Kingo Katana longsword and a shorter Wakazashi blade. Etched on its face, by his own hands the Japanese characters for ,"I belong to the Death that has been wrought anew". Ban had figured it poetic and appropriate.

He'd looked at Adam only then, "Ready? Yosh! Hai! As ready as we can be."

The Battle Goddess stands firm

With a shrug she works at her armor, to make sure it's all in place. She nods slowly. Yes this will do. And to finish it, the left arm already encased, another Mjolnir Contingency element, lowering and setling onto the right arm, connecting across the shoulder with reinforcing spars and metal elements. She'd be mostly prepared to protect against hurting herself again.

It'd be alot easier this time around. Less chance of getting hurt, more chance.of being able to cause so much more damage too.

With a push she's up eight and marching towards the team, "So then, how are we getting there?" Her face splits in a wide smile.

The Battle Goddess is back and it feels spectacular.

Walking in the Shadow of a Giants, Jamie Kanatariio, Scion

There is a certain.

Shadow.

All the Kanatariio siblings walk in it, even if a few of them don't let it overshadow them too much.

Where Freya blazes her way to the bleeding edge of science and beyond into the unexplored void. And Athena seeks ever more incredible heights of sass and adrenaline.

Jamie, Jamie is a little more down to earth. But because of this, he's forced to walk in a long deep shadow. The Shadow of their parents. Sure he's made a name for himself, meeting and breaking his father's records in the WSM tournaments. Becoming a champion Dancer on the Pow Wow Trail. He danced in a four way tie breaker in Albuquerque for crying out-loud.

He steps up and onto the platform of his armor. Unlike Freya's that comes in three pieces and now with the weapon harness and the armatures. Jamie's armor is all one big body emcompassing system. The surfaces of it, are rounded and smooth, unlike the blocky and angular surfaces of his sisters, or the old kevlar and ceramic plates of his parents.

With a stretch, he steps up onto the pedestal, turns and leans back into the armor, the entire assembly sliding over his outstretcheds arms, around his upper torso and waist and hips, then around his legs and with synchronized hisses all the pieces swing around and into place, the last part is the oblong help and head piece that closes like a hatch over his head. Then he steps free of all the hooks and lifts keeping the armor upright. He makes a few motions then brings his fists together with an almighty clang, "Systems synced. Ready." He grabs his weapons off their places and strides over to the team he's going with, "Yes. shall we go?"

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The Water Crew Squad Poseidon
Shimura and Frigga

Frigga stood in the bay of the Osprey. Keeping atleast three points of contact as they approached their objective. She smiled brightly, "Ahhh nothing like a good ride to start the day!" She turned to look up at the cockpit, "You're doing great there Driver!" The head pilot turning and flipping her off good naturedly. She couldn't help but cackle a little.

Shimura in the meantime is strapping his helmet in place, along with rebreather and back up air tank. He makes sure his daisho is attached then nods, "Yosh." His voice is deep and angry, as befits a Samurai or Fallen Ronin before the battle, "Shimura stands ready." He nods and does one last check before nodding. Placing his left hand on his katana, this time, showing trust in the others. Unlike the last perhaps.

Team Northman Fireteam Viking
Scion

Scion stood in the lead position fully intending to be the first one off the craft once they hit land. He'd not allow any of his squad mates to be hurt immediately. True once they got out from his shadow they'd have to take care of themselves, but he would not allow the first shots to be on them.

With a roll of his shoulders the giant of a man loosens up, preparing to go. he looks forward where the lines attaching the hovercraft inside the A400 are taut. Crew bustling outside. One of them a technical crew member flashes him a thumbs up, "We'll be waiting for you boss. I think we're all owed a brew later on." Jamie gave a nod, the great flat head of his armor bobbing. He looks back then braces. Only a matter of time now.

Wizard Mafia (Harry Potter Organized Crime RP)

I was thinking my charrie might be a magical safe cracker. Part time fence and "rat" catcher aka informant silencer. A sort jack of no trades master of none but still does good work

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Collab with @BigPapaBelial @FourtyTwo

Athena Kanataario

Freya Kanataario

Jamie Kanataario

Camp Hannula, Finland

0300 Local Time

Contact

With a certain glimmer about her, Athena fixed up her armor a little, the tight suit wrapping her up and all her features close, with her twin SMGs attached to her side, her lipstick lacquered onto her lips and her hair tied into a ponytail, rather than left wavy. There was something that oozed appeal, it almost felt like Athena wore a certain kind of fearlessness on her cheeks, lighting like a beacon with her visage, almost manicured to a fine touch, someone who truly seemed ready for what was to come with the muscle that poked against the arms, stomach and thighs of her suit, yet always looking pretty whilst doing it. Oh, and to steal that blimp. She’d argue with Skye if she didn’t have it, she always wanted one of those but of course, not really a thing money could often buy.

Speaking of priceless things, Athena found Freya, walking into the heavies’ section of the armoury, past her suit in pieces, and being worked on by techs, and heading alongside the redhead she called her sister.
“Hey, so you ready for the big time? We got some serious work to do, sis. Real save the world stuff.” Athena tittered, wrapping a big hug around Freya, resting her head against Freya’s shoulder.
“Really missed you. Good to have you back fit. And back to kicking ass. Though, you’ll have to try pretty hard to beat me.” Athena giggled, flicking her hair a little, before backing away, exhaling hard, hand on her heart, giving a moment to enjoy these things before going back out.

It’s a wonderful thing, to reenter the armory, after the downtime, getting hurt. All the tests and physical challenges. Oh wow was it ever amazing to walk back in there. The smell, and taste of the place, something like metal and rain and oil. You get used to it. And Freya didn’t realize how much she missed it until now. When she walks in.

She’d been in the middle of rolling the shoulder she’d hurt and finally gotten the go ahead to get back on active duty. It’s still a little tight, but it will do, the doctors said the mission would allow her to work it out a little, loosening things up. It’d be so nice.

And as she’d stepped into the Armory looking around seeing the team prepping up she smiles brightly, “We’re back.” She had muttered right before she saw a head of blonde hair approaching at speed. A big smile crosses Freya’s lips as she turns and meets her little sister, “Sis!” She calls then meets that hug full force. A soft well moan of familial pleasure, joy and contentment. Sure her sister can be a handful, a bit of a bitch and sometimes a raging annoyance. But she’s still family, “Real safe the world stuff, with family, sounds about normal.” She giggles and rocks side to side briefly with Athena in her arms.

She swallowed thickly as the moment gets her a little, “Missed you too babe. Missed the last mission, heard you guys encountered a nemesis of mine, wonder if he’ll show up here.” She giggles then lets Athena go, “Oh is that a challenge lil girl?” She grins and leads the way back to the huge industrial tables where the Heavy kits are laid out.

Athena giggled, following Freya over towards her armour, coming around and in front.
“Yeah! And I suppose I put a lot of electricity through him. I think I killed him.” Athena said, putting gloved hand to cheek, shrugging.
“Maybe I should have checked.” Athena tutted, moving her hand onto Freya’s shoulder, gently turning.
“I guess he’s seen all of us now. If he’s out there, he knows not to fuck with us. Or….well, he’ll come back with something more.” The youngest sibling added, walking about, looking to Freya’s armour, and the arrangement of it, taking it in.
“So yeah. I kept the fire going. But you’re gonna bring some serious heat with that thing.” She added, giggling as she looked along the energy emitter, noting the upgrades in New Zealand. Now that was new to her.
“Is that a focus module? Shit, you have been busy.” Athena noted, wolf whistling, loud as ever. She didn’t really do being quiet. Even in an arrangement like hers without armour, her figure was not concealed, not one bit, and her energy was on full display. AthenaAwesome, that she was, with the magnetism that looked like it was not one that seemed to let up.

Freya grinned, “Ingwe is…something else. I’d almost think it’s flirting at this point.” She giggled and stopped at her area of the armory, stepping up and picking up the AEW first and foremost, going over it. Nodding, “Yes there was a moment during a mission that I needed to hit something at long range. And all I had was the Anti Armor option.” She turns the mode to the AA mode, which shifts the weapon again, “It worked, but with a little help and a little work we now have…” She shifted the mode again, into the much more focused smaller output mode, “A sniper mode. Hits at much better range, when the doctors allowed me to try it while you were all away, I realized it has abit of kick, but it’s pleasant that way. Feels natural.”

She nods, “We adapt with the times sis. We adapt with the times.” And another shift the end flowering open, and arcs of artificial lightning crackling, a finger of it kicking up and leaving a small black star on the ceiling, “Oh fiesty right now.” She nods, setting the AEW down carefully, turning the internal power unit off for now. “This will do well enough I think. Now then.” She turns her back on the weaponry for now.

And faced the armor, hanging on chains and held up by pistons from the floor and ceiling, “Now then.” She took a breath and looked over the armor slowly, “Last I wore this, I had to tear down the shoulder and wore it open for hours because of the damage I’d done to myself.” She stepped up and placed her hand on the shoulder portion that had covered her injury. The Material looks near brand new, as does the material on most of the rest of the armor, “They completely overhauled it I see. Probably a better idea then just replacing what was damaged.”

Athena appreciated the detail, seeing the modifications from Sam included, as well as the changes.
“And it works well. Better to fix what’s broken then put tape on it.” Athena chuckled, looking through the changes, then back to her redhead older sister. She was so much more analytical, precise, she enjoyed that. Athena preferred the chaos, the anarchy, pushing and charging. Whilst Freya could see red, Athena lived on adrenaline and action.
“I would say Ingwe flirting with us….you know, maybe it’s meant to be. I ain’t seen him do anything to Jamie yet.” She giggled, flexing her muscles, whipping her hair.
“But who would resist?” Athena gave her best blue steel with fist raised, front turned in a pose, seeing the disappointment reflected in Freya’s eyes, rolling her own, sighing.
“Okay. I maybe got punched by his mech, and he came out like a fucking Babushka.” Athena added, beating Freya to it, leaping onto Freya’s suit and onto the chains.
“So. You got any more tricks up your sleeve?” Athena asked, almost like a mountain gorilla clambering onto the armour, knowing Freya must have spent that time productively.

Freya giggled a little watching her sister, “You know when you do things like this, you may think yourself a big silver backed gorilla girl. But I always see a cute blonde furred kitten.” Freya laughs softly, “Okay maybe not kitten maybe giant blonde cougar.” She laughs again then steps up to the armor, “So yes actually I got alot of online help from some friends. Watch this.”

She turned and slid into the upper portion of the armor, leaving it hooked on it’s bracing for now, “Now this is a stop gap. I don’t think I’m going to keep it forever. I’m going to do the crazy thing and get myself cut open finally. I saw Ban and his augments. And got to thinking, sometimes the flesh is weak. But this.” As soon as the upper torso armor powers on she reaches over with her other arm and activates a overhead crane, which slides over and lowers something that looks like an immense armature assembly. Which lowers, and slowly starts to encircle her right and left arms, “I’m calling them, The Mjolnir Contingency. Bracings, wire and piston operated strength augments, over a titanium skeleton.” Once the armatures slide into place, they close around the armors arms with a click. Then with an easy motion Freya steps forward, bringing the whole armor with her. And with a clench she reaches over and lifts a piece of machinery that should have been bolted to the floor with ease, holding the heavy metal piston hammer for beating armor plating into shape, above the ground with one arm, “It should make swinging the Starbreaker much easier, and protect me from destroying a shoulder or my back.”

Athena’s face turned sour, like she’d eaten a really bitter sweet, her rosy cheeks turning the same.
“Hey, I’m not taking anything less than lioness.” Athena replied, before crackling a long chuckle, resting her head against the top of the armor, before clambering off, following around Freya.

As she brought it in, the armor and the exoskeleton, Freya all set up, she watched with her mouth agape, watching as Freya suddenly went from a power she always remembered, to something else altogether. That must have weighed…..no. And even the fun-loving Athena took half a second to process it, hearing what she had to say.

Freya must have thought that Athena would have been easy, simple going, but for a moment, her heart was agape, shaking her head gently.

“Freya…..not often I say this sis, but you sure? Cutting yourself open? You’re not this. I know you’re the cleverest girl I know. But his augments, your skin….there’s no going back.” Athena said, the drama of it not stopping Athena, but for a moment, an actual part of the youngest sibling feeling direct.

Freya took Athena’s armoured hand, and pushed it against her chest, looking Freya dead.
“This was to keep me alive. And I won’t say this to anyone else….but sometimes, I wonder what it cost. I never asked. Freya…..this is a giant’s heart. Not something from a fucking lab. It made me feel alive, power on, but my lungs cannot keep up with this heart….and it cost someone, somewhere. Probably some asshole. And I do not want to think what it means when I stop going. I look after Blue Sword and our fighting. But you do more, made yourself into more….you don’t have to do this. Mom and Dad would….please, please tell me you’re sure.” Athena said, feeling the power, like in this moment, Freya could just push and even the other titan would be a splat on the wall.
“Just…..be careful. I love you so much. Keep them, but you are too pretty to cut open and turn into a war machine. I wish I didn’t have this inside me. But that’s just me. But if you want to do this…I’ll be with you.” Athena added, feeling the arms up and down, her head close to Freya’s armoured top, giving a smile.

It was almost as if the happy go lucky suddenly had a needle pointed into her soul. She got it for Tahlia, for Ban too, but….she wasn’t sure what she felt here. She felt uncomfortable. Those things, they turned people into just fighters, warriors to the end. And even though they did so much themselves, in their armours, even Athena herself had questioned what it would take to be the best. She wondered it herself, change a heart, change blood, muscle composites, the lot, but realised what it would cost. And she was looking at it right now. It had saved her life, granted. But this felt….even stranger somehow..
“It is cool though. And right now this isn’t a half measure. This one you can pull off.” Athena giggled, breaking that certain ice, knowing too well Freya could probably turn this back. The youngest wondered about this. She had her second heart, so what was to stop? Was it sibling want, or genuine fear over that shoulder? Athena wasn’t sure. She didn’t entirely know how to process it.

Freya set the large piston hammer then turned to her sister. There’s a smile on the red head bombshells face. In her eyes and on her cheeks. She’s proud of what she’s done. So she’s a little surprised to see the look on her sisters face. Freya even starts abit.

With her hand on Athena’s heart, the armored fingers softly spread against her little sisters chest and the artificial heart under it.

Freya remembers how it started. Her sisters need for speed, for more input, going further, higher, faster. Needing more and more and more. And the heart, the heart had been an almost natural step up. Freya sighs and then grabs her sister, and hugs her. Holding her after the heavy talk has ebbed off, “I love you too Thena girl.” She takes a moment, her half armored form holding Athena gently for a moment, laying her cheek against Athena’s for a moment, let the others in the armory gawk at a moment of sisterly PDA. She takes a deep breath and lets her sister go, stepping away, “I will say, the idea of getting cut and having things placed inside me, does not win me over.” She stepped back into place and placed the top of her armor back onto it’s hooks and bracings, “But I can tell, that my flesh isn’t as strong. Like I said this might be a stop gap. If it sticks we can see what happens.”

She steps back and looks the armor over, “Maybe…rather then the cutting. I can do what Dad always wanted to do. He never got past the leg cradle. Remember that god awful rudimentary exoskeleton he has? And no heavy has ever really pursued a full exo-suit for their own armor have they?” She smiles and gently hip checks her sister, for anyone else it would have sent them sprawling, but for big beautiful girls like them it’s a playful shove, “Maybe I should pursue that.” She throws her arms skyward, “Imagine a massive removable armor suit around my normal suit. A proper Heavy Exosuit. Armed, armored and without peer.” She grins then, and that mad scientist face she sometimes makes appears, “I could even mount one of my mass drivers on it. Imagine that Athena! The first fielded woman portable rail gun.”

Athena felt the emotion back from Freya, seeing for the first time in a while her sister actually pull in doubt. It wasn’t often this happened, they joked, laughed, poked shit at each other so much, but for half a second, there was some humanity that Athena seemed to be showing more. Rather than vanity or anything, as much as Athena would have wanted that for herself, she knew the costs of it perhaps from living it. She was lucky to be beautiful, but she knew Freya hadn’t considered this by half measures.
“Yeah, I remember that. Get something even bigger. They’ll be able to make that for you….I mean after all, we have a good line on these things. Not harder to scale it up. And that big rail gun….ohh, that would go something hard. You’re making me excited. Crush some serious skulls with that thing!” Athena giggled, smiling, seeing the spark back in Freya, adjusting her hair, sighing, putting a hand over her shoulder, gently turning it.
“You can still do science with this. A lot of science.” Her beam was almost as golden as her hair, as Athena leaned forwards and hugged her, squishing against.
“But you have to let me have a go with it when you make it. Or I’m telling dad. You and your crazy ideas sis. You don’t settle for less. But neither do I. Guess it makes us fucking cool. I mean….I kinda want to steal a blimp. You kinda want arms like presses. Fits girls of our ambition.” She giggled, sighing as she released, looking around the armoury, seeing Chuck come in, dismissing Duke and Andrew leading the large Mallinois out of the place. He got himself suited up, and Athena took that as a sign to get moving towards her end. Putting a hand out, she smiled.
“Come back in one piece, yeah?”

Freya hums looking over and nodding to the others entering. Giving a friendly wave to Chuck and whistling getting the attention of the handsome Mallinois briefly. Smiling as the canine lolls out it’s tongue in greeting before hurrying off after it’s partner. She nods, “I like this team.” She says, reaching over and taking her sister hand, “I’ll do my best. Don’t make me have to tell mom and dad about you going down either missy. Mom will bring you back and chew you out for hours.”

She turned as Jamie came into the room. Their brother stopping and narrowing his eyes at the pair. Then pointing at his eyes with his index and pinky fingers then jabbing both fingers at the sisters. As if to say, “I’m watching you two.” Without actually saying anything. Their brother has to be the quiet and calm one, to try and balance the pair of them out.

Freya squeezes Athena’s hand, “We got work to do sis. Be careful out there. I’ll do my best.” She shouts to Jamie as he pads over to his gear, “You two lil’ Brother. Come back safe.” Jamie stops then nods, smiling, the sentiment returned.

Jamie’s response just made Athena chuckle, as she shrugged, running over, hugging him too, completely.
“Enjoy Greenland! Last time our parents went, lot of world ending shit too. So these things go in circles, right? You look after yourself.” Athena smiled, at him, looking at her two older siblings, giggling.
“Gonna steal a motherfucking blimp shaped like a butt. And when I do, you’re both getting a ride. Can’t wait!” Athena giggled, tittering, running away like an overexcited ten year old.

There must have been some comedy to someone somewhere, for the fact that this was a peachy looking 7 and a half foot giantess who could turn people into compressed cans with a bit of willpower going for this. And well, she never would change. She just hoped Freya appreciated that advice, and that Jamie would enjoy himself too.

Okay look Jamie is prepared for these kinds of things. But as things go, and the news of the world ending and world shattering things going on, he’s been more quiet then usual. He’d made sure his sister weren’t planning their own world domination when he came in. So he’s not completely prepared to get bull rushed by their youngest sister. He rocks to the side on a foot. Then eeps as Freya comes charging up, and he’s mashed into the wall between the armor sides. The big sheet of steel letting out an almost bell like tone as the three siblings mash against it. He groans and then wraps arms around both of them, “Ah hells bells girls! Let a guy breath.” But then they are enclosed in that sibling moment, “Mom and Dad had their moment, we have ours. We do them and us proud. Be safe please. Both of you. I don’t want to be the one to tell mom and dad either of you got hurt.” He sniffed, then let them go. Just taking in the moment.

Freya hums, being with her siblings there for a moment, “Love you both. Now let’s go get ready and then go kick some ass. When we get back I want to hear everything about what happened on your own sections of the operation. Things are going to be hellish during it. And I imagine inter-division communication will be impossible. Just be safe.” She grabbed Athena, “Now come on you, let’s get ready.” She almost duck-walked Athena back to their stations. Letting Jamie head off to his.

Run Through The Jungle: A Vietnam War Anthology [INTREST CHECK]

*plays Run Through the Jungle on repeat until something comes up here*

So.anyone have any ideas for scenes they'd love to see?

I'm personally hoping for some tunnel rat escapades and a We were soldiers hell fight.

Wizard Mafia (Harry Potter Organized Crime RP)

Hmm fascinating.

Just going to sub and express interest.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Ban Kingo
Everyone mourns in their own fashion

After being bundled into the medical room, and given a full go.over by the medical team. Ban had been slathered in ointments and unguents and other alchemical stuff, before covered in bandages. There would be a round of skin grafts that would quickly be adhered and covered in a special concoction before they left on the next operation. He'd be fit for duty atleast.

For now Ban is in the gym, off in one corner going through the movements of a kata. For all intents seemingly in his own world.

But that doesn't stop him from sensing the approach of three men. After he completes the series of motions, is when he turns to them. Three men, two veterans. And the third a younger man looking a little put of place. Ban bows to them "Conner-san, York-sama." These two men were middle ground soldier when Ban was last here, and were two of his usual sparring partners. He looks at rhe third then back at Conner and York, "John-San?" York swallowed heavily, "Dead." Ban started then stepped closer, "Where? When?" Conner coughs "New Zealand, he and five more took a rear guard position on our way out. His teammates said they were set upon by Artemis hard suits. He used your teachings. Used his combat knife to gouge out three of them.before another caught him with an assault cannon. Tore him apart."

Ban takes in a slow fluttering breathe, "Just another reason to hurt them. And who is this?" He looks at the young man. He looks him over getting up close to the young man and performing an iconic Yakuza gesture looking the young man over getting right into his personal space without actually touching him. While doing this Conner grabs some shinai training swords off the wall. York grins, "Nrw kid His name is Ulric Fletcher. Good with a gun. But..." Ban hums and turns catching one of the shinai out of the air as Conner tosses it to him. Ban skips back a few meters. Swinging the practice sword through the air to get used to the weight. He grins, "Yes, better to learn first with a shinai before learning with a boken." Fletcher oofs as one of the blades is thrust into his hands and York and Conner spread out. Fletcher gulps seeing the experienced stances York and Conner assume. While Ban slides the shinai down at his hip, an iai stance, draw fighting. Connor barks , "A hit put you out of the round, first team to 10?" Ban grins, "Yosh. We'll start slow."

Everyone mourns somehow. While York and Conner can see Ban hurts, they two have lost. Fletcher gulps then leaps forward, but never lands as Ban's sword leaps from his hip.

He'd wake a few minutes later to Conner leaning over him, "Good try kid. Come round two in a second."

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Jamie
Time to decompress, time to think

Jamie is out in the yard. Sitting cross legged, communing with Nature one would say. It was strange being back with Raven he'd done his time and should be off roster. Only called back if a team really needed filling out. But then here he is.

Ah well it is what it is.

Reaching down he picks up the Jade bowl pipe he carved himself and began to pack it with tobacco. Been abit, and the base could use a blessing. Never hurts in the slightest.

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Freya
Really ready? Truly okay?

The physiotherapist watched as Freya ran through a gamut of exercises. They needed to prove she's ready and fit to resume active combat duty. And that means these tests and exercises. Emphasis on if she has fair movement of her shoulder.

By all evidence she's ready. But as she picks up a shot put all those watching know these are make or break moments.

And she puts the bug weighted piece of rubber and lead through a weight machine on the far side of the gym. Freya rolls her shoulder ,"Oops...on my dollar again." She crows.

Yes she's ready.

But first time to see how everyone else is doing.

Run Through The Jungle: A Vietnam War Anthology [INTREST CHECK]

Subbed and interested. I instantly had flashbacks of Rising Storm 2 Vietnam and tunnel rating in that game.

That's about all I really know about the Vietnam War so I'd be along for the ride and learning myself.

MEATCHURNER (Grand Sci-Fi, WH40K/Dune inspired)

It's...it's not on the table is it? No gone anywhere again. Okay.

Geonet 2.0 - Battle for the Megacity

A quiet delivery

Iron Technica

Honey Badger and Alese Piety

"Heyo! Badger? Is that you?" A voice called through the dim of the service tunnels. A quartet of masked Pack appeared out of the dark between lumen-strips. Badger with a backpack over his shoulder turned with a curious sound then nodded, "Heavy Rhino, by I live and breathe. Been a hot minute!" The pair of Pack leaders, Rhino and Badger clasp hands in greeting. Rhino being big and burly compared to Badgers smaller well built form. "What brings you down here you old fiend?" Rhino motioning for his retinue to lower their burdens. The others in Rhinos group sitting and relaxing a spell. Badger smiles, "Making a delivery. Long in coming. Just before the big shutdown. Only now had the time to make it. And you old friend?" Rhino gestures at the six carbon laced honey comb lattice building spars, "Helping to rebuild a collapsed housing complex. The Shutdown was far reaching." Rhino checks his watch, "We best be moving. Come on boys." He calls and hefts his share of the load. And off they went.

Badger then after waving turns to continue his own journey. Disappearing down the dimly lit passages of the service tunnels.

Soon though or later even, it's all relative really. He shifts open the thick metal cover to the side and climbs up and into the back alley behind Alese Pietys store Iron Technica. After a moment Badger marches up and beats a short tattoo on the back garage door of the building. And waits. Willing the colors of his mask into a more dark color, better to blend in with the shadows in the alley.

He waits and stands. Smiling all the while behind his mask. Delivery nearly complete.

@Pilatus

Rerun: Blackguards!

Heigh ho Heigh ho onto the cache we go...

It was a grueling trip. Filled with blood, . danger...

..wait wrong script...

Except for the new members of the group, the undead and the new girl the trip onward was largely uneventful.

Or well until the last 30 minutes after Ricon had said he has seen the markers for the cache. Shortly after there had sounded a blood chilling howl from the distance. No wolf orcoyote call that. But off in the distance it was. "No normal beast that was." Was the reaction Ricon gave. And with no evidence that whatever made it is close, the pyromancer had lead them on.

Soon rising from the ground a forest of high rocky crags. Blues and Grey and white stone rising from the ground capped by brown and green lichens and grass. And Ricon boldly walked into them, directing his fire sprities ahead and high lighting the way through the dark barely light stone paths.

For an eternity it seemed he lead the group having to gently coax them along.

And like magic, somehow they ended up in a rocky grotto that sunk maybe 30 feet into the floor and soared up another 10 feet to an open rocky roof. And at the middle of the rocky atrium a small mound of yellow stone and from a small hole at its peak a little blue flame, naturally made it seems.

Ricon grinned, "Here we go. Just as I left it. Now then." And the grinning fire mage marched to the center of the room, picked up the flame, which then roared higher. He he held it for a time, "Fire is both life taking, and life giving, you know." He said. "Fire can immolate a farmer. Or after a wild fire new life can rise in the shadow of death."

He turns the flame this way and that slowly, the icon of one of the innumerable old fire and life gods from ages past forming ss it moves. The fire symbol hovers then settles to the slopped floor behind the man. For a moment nothing happens. Other the the little blue flame reappearing at Ricons feet.

Then finally a crunch and a thump, and the floor where the symbol rests sinks down on magic crafted gears and guide ways. One of the sprites quickly flies down the newly revealed passage lighting the way. Already the red-yellow glow of gold can be seen down the tunnel. Ricon leads the way.

Andwhen the group catches up he's seated like a Marcher Lord on a throne carved from ruby and marble in the middle of piles if gold,coins, gems, jewelry, weapons and other riches. In his hand, he twirls a small silver scepter topped by an opal the size of a grapefruit. The grinning man looks at the others, "And before my fall, I had at least twenty more caches like this. My high robbery days were lucrative. Take what you like." He says, "I rather think I won't be back again. Money, gems, weapons, a few pairs of fine armor, I took off burned knights. Take what you like eh?" Generous is the former robber mage it seems. Even as he pockets some coins, gemstones and hangs a few necklaces and dons a ring or two.