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Shaun Dean


"Overlord, Overlord, this is Anemoi Five, standby for report one dash one. Break!" the allies' communication set suddenly buzzed, addressing to the man in charge of the operation, in particular. "Anemoi Five is currently at North East of waypoint one. And is currently awaiting further orders. How copy, over?" said Shaun into the mouth piece as he dived under enemy radar.

He'd just given them his current position and it was obvious that he was planning to cut off the rear guard first in order to prevent them from alerting the rest of the Vultures. It was also clear that he was airborne. Dee then let the microphone dangled from one side of the "bone dome", or otherwise known as the flight helmet before he took a lungful of smoke from the cigarette between his fingers. His eyes scanned over the sets of screens in his cockpit, double checking all its system and confirming they're all still functional.

Anemoi, named after a Greek mythology of the Wind Gods, was flying ridiculously low to the ground. The frame expertly weaving through buildings and approaching the enemy base at moderate speed. This would of course change as soon as he'd receive the permission to engage the enemies. Like any other air support unit, his way of approach into the battlefield was going to be different than those on the ground. It'll be just as his client had wanted, quick and efficient. They won't see what hit them. But the experienced mercenary knew better than to underestimate their enemy. Expect the unexpected, he'd always remind himself. Especially when a flying arsenal gets involved. One would never know just what sorts of defense mechanism it would have.

Nonetheless, the client seemed to know what he was doing. As if he'd gotten what he needed to run the machine. Dee wasn't sure if the man needed any of them as his crew either. But supposing if he was, then this fight right here would probably determine their place. Time to walk the talk. Time for action.
Hive of Minds
Ramza Losstarot


Taking the proffered jar from Hertz, Ramza took a moment to study its content. The second question he'd in mind after whether or not it was poisonous was, was it flammable. But he guessed they'll get a chance to find that out during the mission, assuming that too have not been tested yet. The Rook then passed the jar to Pixie, entrusting her to hold on to it before he nodded towards the guide, satisfied with the answers provided.

"Thank you for everything.." the man managed before he faced both Daniel and Deneaerys. "Let's not grab any attention to ourselves before we have the hive in sight. The last thing we need is these creatures calling out for reinforcements.. So I suggest we avoid both contact and the open until we reach our destination as best as we can.."

If there's been a report stating that the hive could at least house fifty wasps, then it's most likely up on a tree.. or trees rather. For one couldn't possibly come up with that number should the hive be underground.

"I've got a plan.." Ramza continued. "..but I have to see the situation on site before telling you guys what it is.. One thing I can say however, is that we need the element of surprise on our side.. What I have in mind is less destructive to the environment but might be more if not just as effective as the method you'd thought of using," he said.

For a moment, assuming these giant wasps behave the same way as any wasps, and that they'll probably be less active during the night, he'd considered suggesting a night confrontation. Any light source during that time would attract these abominable. But the Rook wasn't sure what kind of nightlife the team might encounter if they were to wait until sunset. So he dismissed that thought and stick with his initial idea, not wanting to risk the team facing something more predatory than the ones at hand.

"I only ask that we go with the fire solution as our last resort.." Ramza searched his colleagues' eyes, almost telling them to trust him through his own. "If there's nothing else you need to inquire of him, let us be on our way and he, his.." he gestured towards their guide before he found Rugratz's tiny eyes. "Into the woods, eastward and be stealthy.." he beckoned the minion.
I vote for a time-skip to their rendezvous.

Am really enjoying the drama between the characters so far. Shall wait for the rest to catch up before I work on the next post..
Shaun Dean


There's always a reason as to why a commander had not filled their troops with mission details. Shaun knew exactly what a few of them might be. Thus, he'd not asked what a couple of them have questioned. It wasn't necessary. He wasn't interested in becoming a leader nor was he there to show the others that he's on equal ground with the client. It wasn't the time to do so yet. He'd not proven anything to them. He'd not gained their trust. And neither have these bunch of contractors, despite of the stories he'd heard about them. So what gave them the right to clamor the one in-charge for this information.

Seriously? Insulted? From which hole in this world did you crawl out of, homey? Must have been all peaceful and colorful there.. Dee, having grown up in a harsh and violent upbringing, thought with a frown, but said nothing. Sometimes, knowing too much that you become blind to the obvious is more foolish than the one who rushes in with little details..

When Sean laid it out in the open without the slightest of hesitation, Dee shook his head and sat back. This was exactly what he'd feared. The given information have caused HIS mission priority to change. From eliminating all enemy troops to causing as little damage to Fort Rust as possible while doing so. It'll mess up their judgement, restricting them from using their full potential. Dee inhaled another lungful of smoke, half worried that some of them might be affected, especially those who relied on their high firepower in the battlefield. He wasn't sure how deep under this thing would be and there's no guarantee it wouldn't be damaged once all hell broke loose. On top of that, the window and motive for a possible betrayal among them have just opened. He'd not trusted any of these men and he'd been on his guard -although it wasn't that obvious- but he'll have to take it a notch higher now.

"If you'd paid more attention to this briefing from the very start, you'll see that all the answers have been laid out in the open.." Dee said without looking at anybody in particular. "Our client did say he's turning into a new leaf. That he no longer wants to be a bandit. And the Vulture have been holding back civilization.. He simply wanted to put an end to it," Dee then faced Sean. "My price for this job have not changed.. And I'm sure you'll need a team to use and run this thing," he gestured to the three-dimensional diagram. "..I'm willing to offer you my services as one of its crew member but that'll be at a different cost, which we could discuss on further after this mission.. Other than that, I've no more question nor do I require further clarification.."
Shaun Dean


Clad in a sleeveless white shirt and a pair of camouflage pants, Dee sat comfortably in his seat with both feet up on the table; showing off his polished combat boots. His gaze under the shades stealthily scanned over the faces of those present while inhaling the cigarette from between his lips before he casually blew the smoke towards the ceiling. His posture clearly emphasized experienced and arrogant if not confident. Since the time he'd stepped into the room, he'd only been observing and listening while mentally taking down mission-related notes.

M.E.T.T. - T.C.

That's what mattered most for the middle aged veteran on the field. M, mission. What's important? The objectives. The client had covered that part; which was to eliminate all OPFOR (opposition force). E, enemy. Who're the targets? Again, the mysterious stranger had filled them in with that information; a group of bandits known as the Vulture. T, time. When will they commence the operation? For the mission to be successful, they would want all members of the infamous gang to gather and according to the client's contact, it'll be late at night. T, terrain. What's the condition of the battlefield? How can they use it to their advantage? What do they need to be aware of? And judging by the look of the plan, as well as at the name given, Fort Rust, it's most likely urban. T, troops available. How many operatives will they be dealing with? Once more, according to Intel, there'll be at least a minimum of twelve units on watch. Which also means, there could be more on standby. And last but not least, C, collateral damage. It's the only thing the client haven't touched on.

"I don't give a damn about our client's cause!" Dee started, removing his feet from the desk and leaning slightly forward before looking away from those who'd spoken. "What I want to know is.." he paused, taking in another lungful of smoke as he addressed Sean. ".. when will the transaction be made? Half now, half upon completion?" he smirked, exhaling then sank back into his seat and turned towards the rest. "What's at stake you ask? What angle? Are you asking for deeper pockets? For more zeroes on the cheque? If so, just ask directly.. Or are you saying you won't do it if this operation would place our client in the wall of fame?" Dee asked without expecting any reply. "Frankly, I think I won't have much contract to go with if I was to share your concern.. Besides, you said it yourself.." he gestured to Joshua. ".. we're all for getting paid.. So as long as the money's good, who cares what's in it for him, right?"

Dee doubted the men still have any sort of family-ties for them to worry about accidentally destroying their own homes or killing off their loved ones. Especially when they'd decided to undertake such a dangerous career. So he couldn't quite relate as to why the stake -if there's any- would matter. They're just hired killers after all. Much like soldiers. Just fools taking orders for the rewards and at what they secretly or otherwise, enjoyed doing. Furthermore, wouldn't it be better for them if this feud were to lead into another similar confrontation or to persist? It'll definitely spell more contract for the mercenaries, wouldn't it?

"Oh, but do I have to worry about some civilian kid taking revenge years later for killing his or her innocent bystander parents?" Dee addressed Sean once more, indirectly asking if there's reports on any civilian living at Fort Rust.

Not that it would be a problem for him though. It's just that killing off civilians would leave a bad impression on his resume for his future clients.
I would like to suggest a list of links to the accepted characters in the OP for quick and easy reference, please.


Hive of Minds
Ramza Losstarot


He had his hood down over his head as he stood before Hertz Rhajo, hiding his horrid face from the man even though there was no need to as Hertz had his eyes elsewhere. He read the map and then glanced into the dead woods and fungi infested forest, mentally noting down that its no longer as accurate as it once was. But with the compass and Hertz's instruction on how to get there, with the river to lead them, he knew it wouldn't be the terrain that might throw them off course. Ramza's piercing gaze then followed the sole giant wasp currently in sight before he returned his attention to the ranger.

Silently, he pieced every occurrences and mission statement from the previous mission together, considering the two companion on top of his own minions' abilities he's now with as well. Intel gathering is always important and it always play a major role to whether a mission would be successful or otherwise. And since neither of them have the ability to tell nor was there any record from the Library on how strong the giant wasps actually were, Ramza hoped the answers this man could probably provide might serve as an advantage. May it be by the work of nature or manmade structure other than the already mentioned they could use against these abominable creatures on site, he wouldn't mind. Or at least a good enough information to prevent future and similar encounters around these parts they could use.

"Is there any settlement at the end of the river?" he began, the question almost sounded irrelevant as to how it might aid them. But Ramza got a few ideas, "And what can you tell us about the lake? Is the water contaminated... or rather, have there been sightings on the wasps using the lake's inhabitants as hosts for their eggs?" He paused, "Any distinct patterns on the wasps' movements being reported?"

Pixie, who was standing right next to the Rook, looked up at him momentarily before looking at the other two Holders. Although it was a sign of interest and the matter at hand was no doubt serious, the female minion couldn't help but smile in the presence of the man she'd dearly missed. Shroom wanted to tell her to wipe the expression off her face, but decided against it, not wanting to disrupt the conversations. So he sat still on Ramza's shoulder, occasionally glancing back over his own to make sure Rugratz was behind the group and not run off somewhere, not that he'd do so without any command given though.
I'll see if I can start working on a post soon.. Hopefully, it'll be up in a couple of hours.
Bosco said
Garrison - Accepted

Big Slamm - Accepted

Lyzan - Accepted

So right now we are nearing Max capacity and I will probably be accepting 2 more. To give everyone a fair shot I will be waiting till May 1st to choose.


Thanks Bosco!
I'm so looking forward to this RP and at interacting with all of you!
PILOT
Name: Shaun Dean aka "Dee"
Age: 32
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 210 lbs
Background: Mercenary/Mechanic
Bio:
Shaun Dean have no memories of his parents nor does he have any on his own childhood days. He grew up around violence in a war torn environment like many probably have. And he remembered there being no time for grief. He'd spent most of his leisure times repairing CVFs if he wasn't already busy at a contract as a mercenary. How he'd came to be where he was now, he couldn't quite tell. Then again, it's less likely he'll say anything about them, even if he does recall.

Despite of his quiet and preserved demeanor, Dee is also renown for his leadership quality and tactical approach on the battlefield. However, his loyalty remains in question.

Description:

FRAME:
Name: Lokhit LRI-X-P Ver. V, "Anemoi"
Description:

Weight Class:
Arms: 3
Armor: 2
Agility: 10

Weapons Descriptions:
ZT-130: a short to medium range submachine gun that sprays a steady stream of medium-sized High Explosive Incendiary/Armor Piercing (HEIAP) rounds at high speed. Held in Anemoi's right arm, the increasing kick-back the gun gives off is put to a minimum, maintaining its accuracy as they fire. Its ability to place a wall of bullets down range in a relatively short amount of time allows it to be one of the most reliable and effective weapon against both ground and air units. [2 unit]

Botzger: a close-range shock dagger used for stabbing with the ability to unleash a powerful yet non-lethal electric charge through the blade, allowing Anemoi to stun enemy pilot if not render an inflicted part temporarily useless. The electricity is generated from the back of the dagger. [1 unit].

Additional Notes:
Anemoi is part of Lokhit's Long Range Interceptor Experimental Program (LRIXP), designed by its manufacturer mainly to intercept and engage aerial threats against friendly units, sacrificing heavier armor plating for a higher aerial maneuverability and evasive countermeasures against long range attack. It can also hover in place for scouting or for commanding purposes as well as act as a ground unit, allowing it to be one of the most requested unit for support. Unfortunately however, the company was caught in between a crossfire of two unknown forces and was destroyed, leaving behind only three operational unit in the hangar.

Past Encounter:
(Optional, give a description of a note worthy mission/battle/adventure that this Frame has been on)
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