Psyker Landshark

SPIRITUM

Kalina Kovalic

Court-martialed? For what? Kalina just raised an eyebrow at Valerie explained herself. The civilians were being useless. If any military tribunal actually took their side over active combatants in a time of war, then Rassvet almost deserved to lose. Before she could vocalize that, however, the marshal deigned to answer her question.

Another bit of incomprehensible nonsense. The recruiters evidently weren't being quite aggressive enough in this backcountry hole. Forget the effect on the town, if they didn't enlist every healthy youth of age, there wouldn't be a nation left at the rate the war had been going by all accounts. She'd seen enough territories collapse in her childhood to know as much. Preserving the future was all well and good if you had a hope of winning. Reality was a different story, as evidenced by the ever-growing Vangar borders on the map. Better to have a ruined land to call home at the end of everything than to have none at all.

For now, she just let the marshal walk away. There were other things to consider. Like dinner.

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"Mhm. Sure." Kalina nodded along politely to Gerard's story, more interested in scarfing down her barbecue pork than whatever he was recalling that everyone in the squad had already been present for. Thankfully, Valerie knew what she was doing on the grill. Good enough to go for seconds, really.

She was in the midst of reaching for more meat when the sky lit up. Even before Valerie said anything, Kalina was already cycling through the airship models she knew in her head to try to pin down what it was. Unfortunately...

"Not an in-service military airship, on either side." She responded, quickly snapping up a piece of grilled chicken with her fingers and chomping down. No sense in wasting food if they were about to move out. "It's either a civilian liner or a prototype, but the profile looks closer to civilian designs."

She stood, nodding along with their sub-leader's assessment.

"Ready. Don't need to tell me twice to do my job." Active service was all she'd ever wanted for as long as she'd been old enough to understand the concept. Really, it beat putzing around the country for a few weeks.

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

According to the teachings, Iraleth really should have been more sympathetic to Alto's plight of a bullet in his knee. Of course, that was evened out by the fact that this really was karmic justice over the whole Davil situation. Chunji was already attending to him, so she wasn't exactly needed there. Still, she'd say this balanced the scales overall.

Otis went off in search of Davil and Ciara went off who-knew-where. Though if Iraleth had to hazard a guess, she'd be off seeing someone about those injuries she'd taken over the course of their lesson. No sense not doing so when the duel was still this evening. By Astra, it wasn't even ten in the morning yet, and she'd already felt like the whole day had passed her by.

Still, it wasn't as if she'd be doing anything productive sticking around here. Chunji had the situation well in hand, and Hildegunde already made the offer to call in more medical aid should the situation require it. Best to just move along until the ceremony. Iraleth offered the barest incline of her head in Professor Alto's direction before turning and exiting the classroom.

The Strigdae was in the corner of her vision as she left, and Iraleth followed after. It accomplished two things: she was also curious as to where Davil had ended up, and her suspicion of Otis had never quite lessened just yet. Iraleth caught up to him just as he was about to enter Room 104, fixing him with a neutral stare as she folded her arms, observing whatever it is he was about to do.

@ERode

Iris Ascendis

Posting tonight

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Of course Parvan had another trick up his sleeve. It would have been disappointing if it were as simple as just evading long enough to be able to drive a knife into his neck. Didn't mean that it didn't hurt like hell, though.

"Grah!" Renar exclaimed in both pain and frustration as Parvan's retaliatory blast sent him flying, bouncing along the dirt on impact and skidding off a good ways. By the time he picked himself up, he could hear Edwin mentioning something about stopping for lunch.

He barely managed to stop himself from saying anything particularly biting in return. It was one thing to insult Edwin while he wasn't doing anything particularly important. It was another to do so while he was actively helping him train. That, and Parvan hadn't quite done anything to deserve such yet. As much as Renar wanted to keep going, he was at the mercy of his trainers in this particular situation.

"Fine." He grunted begrudgingly, hefting his polearm back on his shoulder. "Lunch, then. Back to Candaeln, or did Merilla keep some fascimile of Aimlenn's taverns intact?"

@Raineh Daze

SPIRITUM

Kalina Kovalic

Kalina spotted the sniper just as Gerard pointed him out. It wasn't really a surprise someone in this podunk hick town had a scoped rifle of some kind. Probably a hunting rifle, if she could hazard a guess. Woefully unprepared in case anything of actual import happened here, but judging by how sleepy it all was, well, a platoon of Imperials could run this town over in a minute and it wouldn't even be a challenge. Hell, the Barghests could probably do the same.

Regardless, Kalina kept an eye on the marshal and how close his hand was to his sidearm. A brief hum of something resembling approval. At the very least, this one knew what he was doing. She didn't doubt that if they did try to start something, he'd have that pistol drawn and sighted fast enough to satisfy even a WARDEN instructor. He was still just one man, though. The old goat had to realize, even with sniper backup, he'd be screwed if the people in front of him were even close to who they said they were if things went bad. She respected that he was still out here, regardless.

Justice was taking care of talking and paperwork, and it seemed their last two members both decided to finally wake up from their long naps. Kalina afforded Valerie and Morden a brief nod as they passed her, staying leaned against the truck where she was. Though she couldn't help but call out to the horned girl as she passed.

"We've still got beers in the cooler, you know. No reason to spend more money just yet." Whether or not she listened, it didn't really matter. With that said, she turned back towards Justice and the marshal, a question burning in the back of her mind.

"All due respect, officer, you've got at least a good few people of fighting age in town, and we're still at war. Recruiters not come through this way yet?"

Rise of Rasalhague

Jaromir Zhu

One second, Jaromir was lining up a shot on the damaged Hunchback to try to finish it off before it could do any more damage with its hellaciously large autocannon. The next, four fucking jump troopers somehow mounted his Mech and were in the process of planting detpacks on it.

"我操!" Jaromir screamed in frustration as his desperate attempts to get the little shits off his Mech's back and head didn't take, the goddamn pirates proving to have stronger grips and bigger balls than he'd given them credit for. He continued to try to swat them off to little avail, scowling as he slammed the comms activation in his cockpit.

"Pinned down by jump infantry, unable to fire! Requesting backup if possible!" He wasn't stupid enough to not recognize the situation, of course. The Hunchback was still the biggest threat overall. That left the matter up to him for the time being. A quick, worried look at the damage readout. Fortunately, none of them were targeting the torso where he'd already taken damage. Head was a problem, the asshat in his face would definitely kill him if he broke through the cockpit. The back... slightly less so. Sure, the plating there was thinner and three detonations would probably hit something vital. One or two? He could still make it, probably.

The emergency eject button was always an option. He'd hit it before, and he'd hit it again. Losing a Mech he actually liked to use would blow, but if they won, there was still the chance to salvage it. And besides, better to lose a Mech than to die. As far as he remembered, there was still a perfectly usable Panther back in the Dropship.

Nonetheless, Jaromir redoubled his efforts to swat the persistent bastards off for the time being. He wasn't quite out of the fight yet.

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

Zhao Jinhai

He noticed the phantoms reforming the same time Yakumo did. Well, wasn't that annoying? Enemies that didn't have the decency to stay dead when they were killed. Still, that put them in a pretty shit catch-22. Either try to push through and leave their backs exposed, or turtle up on both sidesand leave their everything else exposed.

Good thing that they had a teleporter with them. As soon as Yakumo gave the order, Jinhai dashed right on over, taking up a defensive position as he leveled his pistol and kept firing at any ashigaru that tried to push.

"On you, pinkie." A ninja got too close just as his pistol was running dry, but that was solved with a palm strike to the chest before he quickly reloaded. "Can't say I like cutting and running, but it'd be nice if I got through this with a few mags left. How're you doing on arrows back there, kid?"

@Raineh Daze @PKMNB0Y

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

Professor Alto admitted his forfeit, and Iraleth lowered her knife from his throat in response, exhaling slowly as she sheathed her weapons, trying to catch her breath. Pizza certainly sounded good, given she'd not had some in quite a while. But a bribery of food wasn't going to go far in winning any esteem back, especially after her pointed ears caught the last bit he'd murmured. 'Later' was a rather vague term. It could be tomorrow. It could be the end of the term. How stingy. That, and it didn't quite make up for the nonsense he'd put them all through, especially Davil.

Iraleth turned her back on him, looking back in Ciara, Chloe, and Rio's direction. She afforded the witch, or Astra knew whatever she was, a brief nod, catching her eye and shifting her eyes in Chloe's direction for a bit. Despite their differences, they could at least agree in not letting the other half-elf get her way in this situation. Or at all, at this rate.

"Behave yourself." She said straight to Chloe. "Lest you want to be defeated in one move again." With that done, she turned back to glance at whatever the professor was doing to end the overcharge, only to be met with Chunji and Otis's words in short order. A frown.

"Are Otis's words true, professor? You've done enough to Davil as it is today. I'd think it would be best to at least make sure he's secured before we return."

@ERode @AThousandCurses @Estylwen

Iris Ascendis

I'll shit my post up tomorrow after I get home from tabletop, need to head to bed early because of the aforementioned

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Salvator Rasch

The voidhanger emerged from his last warp utterly exhausted and crumpled flat on the ground, albeit in cover. Salvator would have loved nothing more than to have a few breaths to even try to recover, but judging by the comms, that wasn't in the cards. Void Jesus, what an awful day this was. He groaned, forcing himself to reach into one of his pouches and pull out a combat stim, administering it through a port in his armor. Almost immediately, temporary adrenaline flowed through Salvator, and he scrambled up to a crouch, leveling his carbine at the walker from behind cover.

Right. Judging from what the cut-off comms had said, extraction wasn't an option until they'd at least cleared the air, both physically and electronically. Echo's warform was the best option they had against the damn thing, but its machine gun alone was staggering the warform. Damn. They still had wounded inside the warform too. The kid hadn't done much to endear herself to...well, anyone so far. But that didn't mean he was just gonna let her die. First things first.

"Rasch, squad." He tapped back into comms, boosting the signal as much as possible to try to cut through the jamming at close range. "Issuing orders: Echo, pull the warform back. Get that siege cannon of yours warmed up as soon as possible. I'm starting an active scan for weaknesses now." Salvator did as he said, frowning at what he saw. Or was able to, anyway.

"It's got poor visual confirmation. Looks like that camera pod up above it's the only eyes it has." A quick mental stock of the available roster: Kleo was out. Alice was tending to her. Ilshar was pinned down. Echo's warform was commanded to retreat and fire up the cannon. That left the endoform. Salvator scowled to himself as he loaded a fresh AP mag and coated it in ethereal jacketing before he lined up sights on the camera pod. EMP was tempting, but there wasn't a chance in hell the mech wasn't EMP-shielded, especially against bluescreen rounds from small-arms fire.

"Ilshar, I'm going to run interference. Might get lucky and blind it entirely. Soon as it stops firing on you, get to a more defensible position. Echo, send the endoform out here to run backup, we're dangerously low on manpower. Alice, the second Kleo's not in danger of bleeding out, we need you back in the fight. Opening fire!"

He opened up with his carbine, firing several repeated three-round bursts at the camera pod before starting to reposition while behind cover. Couldn't chance more ethereal strain at the moment, otherwise evasion would be far easier.