Rultaos

|| Wargame: Grand Army || Grand Strategy on a Miniature Scale || Inspired by Wargame and Steel Division ||

I am DEFINITELY interested in this. This is so appealing to my military nerd side. But... unfortunately I'm already in 2 RP's at the moment, plus I feel like I don't have as much history knowledge on vehicles, weapons, armor, and tactics as I'd like to be able to play in this effectively >_<. Will remain subscribed though

An Inquisitors Story: The City of Ash and Decay (A High-Casual journey)

I added some background on Cyterius' home region on his CS, also tweaked the history and personality section a bit to add a couple extra details. I considered adding more detailed descriptions in his history section but I figured that might make things a bit too long, and I can always reveal the finer details of his history over the course of RP through player interactions and monologues, heh

An Inquisitors Story: The City of Ash and Decay (A High-Casual journey)

Cyterius Yranov

Name: Cyterius Yranov

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Race: Human

Appearance:

Face

Original image courtesy of @iTem

Standing at 5'8, he is tan-skinned with an average body build. He has green eyes, and short black hair that tends to get messy from the hood he usually wears. When not wearing his usual armor with the blue inquisition cape, he wears a white undershirt and leather pants with a brown leather hooded cloak with a black silhouette of a Falcon etched onto the back

Personality:

Quiet, Calculative, Cynical, and Cold. These would be the words to describe Cyterius by his friends. He maintains a practical and realistic worldview, not putting much weight on goodwill or that people won’t have some underlying agenda. He's by no means an easy person to approach, preferring to keep his distance from people until he's sure about them and how they think. He’s also not one to take old tales of heroism and legends at face value, always trying to see characters from the perspective that a person of their time would, and trying to think of battle tactics and strategies that ancient heroes used instead of simply "jumping in, fighting hard, and killing the bad guy". In terms of leadership, he's the kind of person that would willingly let others die if their deaths served an important purpose or a greater good. The exception to that however would be his close friends in the Luna Falcons; a small group of men and women who he grew up with and faced countless dangers alongside. Cyterius doubts he has it in himself to let them die if there was even a remote chance of saving them.

In combat, Cyterius keeps his cool, and remains calm and collected as he analyzes the situation and the danger he is presented with. He thinks and processes information faster than most, trusting logic more than instincts or feelings, which make him more suited to a tactician role than a frontline fighter.


History:

Born to a poor family in the city of Kyrantes (pronounced Kee-ran-tez) the capital of the Artuvia region of the Human Empire, Cyterius lost his parents early on as they were locked away by the City Guard when they tried to steal from a particularly influential merchant at the marketplace. He was left alone on the streets, though his parents had helped him by teaching him how to survive off the scraps of the street, and to steal what he needed. He eventually found a sense of belonging and brotherhood from a group of street children led by a large kid named Samson Karinus. Their small group of 6 shared food and money together, helping each other survive the cruel realities of their urban environment. One day, they were approached by a relatively famous Bounty Hunter who went only by the name “Sicario” who was tracking a few of his targets in their home city. When he encountered the street children, he enlisted their help by paying them to spy on his targets, and cause distractions wherever it was needed to buy him time to either capture or kill his marks, depending on what the bounty asked.

Cyterius and the other children enjoyed working for him, and liked the amount of money they got as a share from Sicario’s earnings. The bounty hunter in turn liked the kids and their moxie and took them under his wing. Though they began doing the same tasks they did once before, they eventually became full-fledged bounty hunters as they grew, inter-dependent with each other’s skills, as efficient in the shadowy forests and in the tight sun-baked crowds of cities; no target would ever remain out of their sight for long. After their master Sicario chose to go into retirement, Cyterius took on the overall leader role for the group, with Samson acting as his right-hand and leading the others as the others liked and trusted Samson more than Cyterius. They continued their activities as the Luna Falcons, furthering their reputation as a feared group of hunters for those who had the misfortune of being marked as targets for collection by the authorities. When mercenaries hired by a crime group went after Sicario in his retirement home and killed their old master, they sought revenge and went on a bloody campaign of abduction, torture, and killing of the members of the slave-trafficking ring that carried out Sicario’s murder. Those who survived were left battered and broken in the streets of their home cities, with a note telling the local authorities that the Luna Falcons will not ask for any payment for the capture of the criminals.

After their mission of revenge, they continued their usual activities for a time, until one of their members a girl named Nischa Ariteni, convinced them to enlist their group as a unit in the Inquisition’s army. Cyterius was skeptical at first, but eventually relented and they joined the Army, offering their services as a reconnaissance unit thanks to their experience and expertise in observing and tracking down targets, with their reputation as the Luna Falcons being an impressive resume for new enlistees. They underwent training and drills together, as well as exercises and war-games that taught them how to adapt their hunting skills to be most efficient on the battlefield. Cyterius in particular, caught the attention of their superiors with his quick tactical mind, and ability to quickly comprehend situations on the field. He was recommended for Inquisitor training, where they felt his talents would be of most use: directing the movements of both large and small forces in battle. Underneath the banner of the the lead Inquisitors Anora and Ardur, Cyterius specializes in leading small groups on reconnaissance missions along with hit-and-run guerrilla style attacks as a way to support the large-scale tactical sense of the twins he serves with.

Equipment:

• Salvo-Arm: Wrist-mounted, magazine fed custom crossbow that fires by flicking the wrist downward, with a leather strap that is tied to the palm of the hand. Each magazine holds 5 bolts but can be quickly reloaded. Has a tendency to jam with improper wrist movement, needing to pull the wrist upright quickly after firing to reset the string before the next bolt slides down. Bolts will also not slide into the firing chamber properly if not fired with the top-mounted magazine facing downwards to have gravity pull the bolts down.
• Light armor with thin metal plating on the torso, arms, and legs, but leather on joints and thighs. Allows quick and agile movement while providing protection from indirect blows. Blue Inquisitor cape attached to the shoulders and neck-area of the armor.
• Flying Snares: Throwable Bolas With two weights on each side. Used for both tying around a victim’s leg, or hitting them in the head with the spinning weights to disorient
• Officer’s Talon: a Curved Saber Primarily used by the horse-mounted military officers of their home region
• Man-Traps: A variation of a bear trap used by the Luna Falcons. Using a pressure pad in the middle, a vise snaps closed around a victim’s leg. Digging into flesh with small spikes to keep it attached. Cannot be unwound without the Falcon’s unique master-key for their Man-Traps. Often has a chain attached to a tree or other anchor to keep the target in one place

Magic:

N/A

Others:

The Region of Artuvia and its History

Artuvia is a warm region of the Human Empire along its south, nearer the world's equator than the rest of the Empire. The landscape is primarily sandy deserts, dry Savannah-like open plains, and mountain ranges around which Artuvia's few forests are situated. Their primary exports are exotic meats, fruits, and spices grown in the plains and deserts that are not found in the colder climates of the Empire's main lands

The capital of Artuvia is Kyrantes, the walled Fortress-City from which the High-Lord of Artuvia reigns and dictates the laws that lords of Artuvia's cities must abide by. Artuvians are a resilient and stubborn people, braving the harsh sun and winds of their home region. When the Empire came to them to demand submission and tribute the Artuvians responded with sword and arrows, fighting Empire soldiers and citizens alike who trespassed on their borders. The superior strength and numbers of the Empire however made several cities fall, and the Artuvians were pushed back all the way to Kyrantes, the greatest of their fortress-cities towering above the plains and desert that surrounded it. It was there they broke the tide of the Empire's advance, locking them into a brutal stalemate as the Empire's soldiers were whittled down by both the Artuvians' weapons and the harshness of the desert. The Empire decided that committing to a full takeover of the region would cost too much lives and resources, so they negotiated with the leaders of Artuvia, convincing them to become close allies of the Empire along the southern border, maintaining general autonomy over their populace, but the Empire was subtle in its takeover and made their current economy reliant on goods and manpower from them, making it a difficult prospect for the High Lord of Artuvia to even consider breaking the alliance they have, especially knowing the Empire would eventually crush them given time and resources.

They have stood as a powerful independent state under the Empire, holding back the hordes of the Empire's enemies that tried to assault them from the southern deserts. The Artuvian Cavalry would be there to stomp any marching army under their heels and leave the survivors to die in the unforgiving Artuvian sun. In exchange, the Empire provided them with their goods, technology, and aid in the form of money and supplies during times of crisis, such as the back to back sandstorms that ravaged several cities some years before the Blight War, called the "Week of Lynessa's Wrath" in reference to their patron deity of the desert sun.

An Inquisitors Story: The City of Ash and Decay (A High-Casual journey)

@MagratheanWhale My CS is now fully complete. If everything checks out I'll post it on the Character Tab. Appearance was done thanks to the help of @iTem for both her suggestions and the great drawing of their face!

An Inquisitors Story: The City of Ash and Decay (A High-Casual journey)

Appearance complete! Many thanks to @iTem for help and the amazing drawing ^_^

Cyterius Yranov

Name: Cyterius Yranov

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Race: Human

Appearance:

Face

Standing at 5'8, he is tan-skinned with an average body build. He has green eyes, and short black hair that tends to get messy from the hood he usually wears. When not wearing his usual armor with the blue inquisition cape, he wears a white undershirt and leather pants with a brown leather hooded cloak with a black silhouette of a Falcon etched onto the back

Personality:

Quiet, Calculative, Cynical, and Cold. These would be the words to describe Cyterius by his friends. He maintains a practical and realistic worldview, not putting much weight on goodwill or that people won’t have some underlying agenda. He’s not one to take old tales of heroism and legends at face value, always trying to see characters from the perspective that a person of their time would. He’s the kind of person that would willingly let others die if their deaths served an important purpose or a greater good. The exception to that however would be his close friends in the Luna Falcons; a small group of men and women who he grew up with and faced countless dangers alongside. Cyterius doubts he has it in himself to let them die if there was even a remote chance of saving them. In combat, Cyterius keeps his cool, and remains calm and collected as he analyzes the situation and the danger he is presented with. He thinks and processes information faster than most, trusting logic more than instincts or feelings, which make him more suited to a tactician role than a frontline fighter.

History:

Born to a poor family, Cyterius lost his parents early on as they were locked away by the men of the city’s lord when they tried to steal from a particularly influential merchant at the marketplace. He was left alone on the streets, though his parents had helped him by teaching him how to survive off the scraps of the street, and to steal what he needed. He eventually found a sense of belonging and brotherhood from a group of street children led by a large kid named Samson Karinus. Their small group of 6 shared food and money together, helping each other survive the cruel realities of their urban environment. One day, they were approached by a relatively famous Bounty Hunter who went only by the name “Sicario” who was tracking a few of his targets in their home city. When he encountered the street children, he enlisted their help by paying them to spy on his targets, and cause distractions wherever it was needed to buy him time to either capture or kill his marks, depending on what the bounty asked.

Cyterius and the other children enjoyed working for him, and liked the amount of money they got as a share from Sicario’s earnings. The bounty hunter in turn liked the kids and their moxie and took them under his wing. Though they began doing the same tasks they did once before, they eventually became full-fledged bounty hunters as they grew, inter-dependent with each other’s skills, as efficient in the shadowy forests and in the tight crowds of cities; no target would ever remain out of their sight for long. After their master Sicario chose to go into retirement, Cyterius took on the overall leader role for the group, with Samson acting as his right-hand and leading the others as the others liked and trusted Samson more than Cyterius. They continued their activities as the Luna Falcons, furthering their reputation as a feared group of hunters for those who had the misfortune of being marked as targets for collection by the authorities. When mercenaries hired by a crime group went after Sicario in his retirement home and killed their old master, they sought revenge and went on a bloody campaign of abduction, torture, and killing of the members of the slave-trafficking ring that carried out Sicario’s murder. Those who survived were left battered and broken in the streets of their home cities, with a note telling the local authorities that the Luna Falcons will not ask for any payment for the capture of the criminals.

After their mission of revenge, they continued their usual activities for a time, until one of their members a girl named Nischa Ariteni, convinced them to enlist their group as a unit in the Inquisition’s army. Cyterius was skeptical at first, but eventually relented and they joined the Army, offering their services as a reconnaissance unit thanks to their experience and expertise in observing and tracking down targets, with their reputation as the Luna Falcons being an impressive resume for new enlistees. They underwent training and drills together, as well as exercises and war-games that taught them how to adapt their hunting skills to be most efficient on the battlefield. Cyterius in particular, caught the attention of their superiors with his quick tactical mind, and ability to quickly comprehend situations on the field. He was recommended for Inquisitor training, where they felt his talents would be of most use: directing the movements of both large and small forces in battle.

Equipment:

• Salvo-Arm: Wrist-mounted, magazine fed custom crossbow that fires by flicking the wrist downward, with a leather strap that is tied to the palm of the hand. Each magazine holds 5 bolts but can be quickly reloaded. Has a tendency to jam with improper wrist movement, needing to pull the wrist upright quickly after firing to reset the string before the next bolt slides down. Bolts will also not slide into the firing chamber properly if not fired with the top-mounted magazine facing downwards to have gravity pull the bolts down.
• Light armor with thin metal plating on the torso, arms, and legs, but leather on joints and thighs. Allows quick and agile movement while providing protection from indirect blows. Blue Inquisitor cape attached to the shoulders and neck-area of the armor.
• Flying Snares: Throwable Bolas With two weights on each side. Used for both tying around a victim’s leg, or hitting them in the head with the spinning weights to disorient
• Officer’s Talon: a Curved Saber Primarily used by the horse-mounted military officers of their home region
• Man-Traps: A variation of a bear trap used by the Luna Falcons. Using a pressure pad in the middle, a vise snaps closed around a victim’s leg. Digging into flesh with small spikes to keep it attached. Cannot be unwound without the Falcon’s unique master-key for their Man-Traps. Often has a chain attached to a tree or other anchor to keep the target in one place

Magic:

N/A

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

@Crossfire @iTem @Xandrya @Gardevoiran @t2wave @superservo27 @Shard @BKburke

Within a short amount of time, the Revenant crew was armed and getting ready for the drop planetside, most of the members eager to get into some action after beeing cooped up in the ship for so long. Tibulus, was as good of a pilot as ever, and managed to get them relatively undetected into the planet's atmosphere and on an uninhabited stretch of forest in the middle of nowhere that the Skaldrum would likely consider insignificant and not bother raiding or patrolling. Benny spent most of the time reading the base architecture the Alliance had provided them, and trying to get a feel for the place so that he would not have to consult his holographic map every time he had to figure out where he was. Thankfully, Alliance architecture was designed for human practicality, and he had no trouble getting a general gist of how the place was put together, and logic was often enough to fill the blanks in his memory as to what rooms or facilities were near or connected to others. Given enough munitions, he even felt confident about being able to do a full demolition job of the place, but he wasn't packing that much firepower as their mission was rescue.

At the shuttle bay, Benny stood with most of the others as he adjusted the seals and locks on his hazard suit. Once he was satisfied with it, he activated Skelly's interface and synchronized it with his helmet HUD, to allow him to view and browse data without having to bring up the hologram, instead using a portion of Skelly as a touchpad to guide a cursor on his HUD to access and organize windows of information. He brought a backpack to carry his heavy explosives while the pockets on his suit were used to carry his grenades, and around 4 magazines worth of ammunition for his rifle. Once he was satisfied the way his detachable scope and Grenade launcher attachment was locked onto the weapon, he slung it over his right shoulder and snapped it onto the magnetized lock on the back of his armor, next to the backpack and stretched his neck around.

Next to the Scotsman was Matija who just finished reminding Koren about how he should use the new pistol that he had managed to borrow from Grayson before turning to the other. "Benny, I already told Koren this. We know the gig's simple. But shit can go wrong. We might have a warband on our ass, we might not. Bottomline is, don't die. I'd be disappointed if you do," she told him. Benny smiled at the dry humor of her statement, and also her concern. "I dinnae knew I had expectations ta' live up to. I'll try not ta' disappoint," He jested back with a nod. He then turned back towards Koren, the blue Juz' that seemed to be a close friend of Matija's. "I've been meaning to ask, how'd you an' the kid meet each other? Ya two seem to go way back," He asked as the shuttle doors opened and some people began climbing in.

"Well..." Matija started as she thought about his question. "How's about this. I'll tell ya all about it when we get back, yea? Juss so we'll have something to talk about if we can at least get a bit of watered down beer to swill down," Matija responded as the two of them began walking towards the 2nd shuttle entrance to climb aboard. Benny looked curiously at her but nodded nonetheless. He'd have to wait until their mission was over to get some answers.

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The shuttles carrying the Revenant's crew flew out, one of them stopping to deploy the disguised Taleste, while the one that Benny, Matija, and Koren rode on continued towards their destination. The ride was mostly silent with people checking equipment and gear along the way. Benny managed to pick up local satellite extranet services and used it to download a geographical map of the place they were heading to during the flight. Obviously the map did not have the Alliance facility on it, but it at least showed the plateau and the surrounding area, which would allow him to get his bearings should the shuttles be compromised and they need to leave on-foot. With that settles, he spent the rest of the trip playing a bootleg 3d remake of an old arcade game called "Bomberman" on the emulated interface on his helmet, visible to others who looked at his visor as he played against bots in a free-for-all mode.

They arrived at the plateau shortly after, with Stryker's shuttle coming in closely behind theirs as everyone unloaded onto the barren top, no sign of any facility of any kind. Benny tapped the ground curiously, trying to see if he could hear any hollow spots or signs of an opening, but found none. The dirt and ground seemed to be all there was. The Alliance hid it well, that's for sure he thought as he pictured the facility underneath them. He figured that if they had hollowed out most of the plateau and the rocks and minerals within it, a powerful shockwave that manages to dislodge the facility's foundations would cause the plateau to collapse in on itself and bury the the whole facility along with anyone in it. Benny wondered if the Alliance had considered that as a contingency plan should they decide to destroy the facility and hide the evidence. As much as he would've loved to see something like that in action, he preferred witnessing it from a distance that he wouldn't get buried alive from.

The group spent most of the time, taking up positions around the plateau, with Grayson and Stryker taking charge in assigning people into different overwatch positions to cover all the ways an attacker could use to reach the plateau and climb it. Holding a mid-range rifle, Benny was assigned to look over one of the edges that had a good view of the entrance of one of the paths leading upwards. sitting on the most comfortable rock he could find, he flicked his helmet to thermal mode to scan the treeline for activity, but no heat signatures presented themselves in the blue hue of the thermal overlay.The minutes passed by in tense silence as they waited for Taleste to call in that the job was done. Every now and then Benny would catch a glimpse of a heat signature in the treeline, and would zoom in on it, only to see that it was some sort of ostrich-sized two-legged bird that ran in between the shrubbery.

Eventually, Stryker received a call on his comms and Benny turned towards him in curiosity when he heard him speak up. He mentioned a long pass code of some kind, which implied that Taleste had reached her objective and was about to secure them passage into the facility. Stryker began walking up to one of their shuttles to pick her up when he suddenly stop and spoke loudly into the comms. "Taleste, come in.... Taleste do you read me? Damn it!" He exclaimed just as the ground began to shake underneath them all. Benny jumped up from the rock he sat on, looking around the ground of the plateau to track the source of the disturbance when he saw a hole opening up in the middle of it, with a staircase leading downwards.

"Taleste was captured, but she got the job done. If she's lucky, she's already dead, we have to honor her sacrifice by pushing forward and getting this job done. Besides... they're probably gonna follow that right to us, and we have a better chance of defending ourselves down there in cover than out here in the open." Stryker announced as everyone stood up from their positions and got ready to move. "They're already comin' Stryker" Grayson, their resident sniper warned as he stared off into the distant lights of the settlement that were small dots on Benny's thermal vision.

"Ok, everyone get down there!" Stryker ordered as he began tapping on his wrist computer. Benny flicked off his nightvision and ran towards the staircase with the others. It took a few minutes of jogging down the steel steps for them to arrive at a single doorway, while the open hole loomed far above them.

"So, we got a key fer this or am I makin' one?!" Benny asked, already preparing to retrieve one of his charges to blow it open if needed. Stryker ran up to the door and knocked on it harshly. "Hey! Open up, we're with the Alliance, here to rescue you!" He shouted. After a second or so which felt like a lifetime to Benny, the doors unlocked and opened up to allow them passage into a small hallway. The group quickly rushed inside the uncomfortably clean white walls of the facility.

"We need this to stay locked." Stryker ordered, to which SAL responded by breaking the door controls. "That works." Stryker responded. "Hah! I like tha' way ya think, tin man!" Benny complimented as he looked around the area they were in. From what he remembered in the plans, the entrance led into the living quarters of the facility, just past a security checkpoint. Benny felt that it was a dumb decision to have the entrance be so close to where the people slept, especially if this place were attacked, but figured they did it for the convenience of the employees. After the couple seconds it took for those thoughts to go through his head, Stryker began laying out the plan.

"Ok, Grayson, Amy, Benny, you three with me, we'll grab the eggheads. The rest of you stay up here. Sure, we killed the power, but the Skaldurm are nothing if not resilient, they will break through that eventually, so grab whatever you can from the rooms up here, barricade it off, and set up some cover points in case you have to fend them off. There's another way out of here according to the blueprints I got from the Alliance. Soon as we're ready to go, I'll call up to you guys." He explained.

Benny felt oddly uncomfortable about leaving Matija and Koren behind, though he couldn't quite place why. He shook it off and nodded at Stryker. "Aye aye" he said, wishing he had decided to bring the trip-mines after all so he could've handed it to the defense team. "Let's get moving. The rest of you, don't die. They don't get another win today." Stryker added as Benny followed him and his group deeper into the complex.

"These braniacs betta' not have left automated security or some shite online that tries ta' kill us, or I'm gaunnie be very upset!"

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

Sorry our post took so long @crossfire Feel free to move things along now if no one else has anything left to add. Also, let me know if I'm packing too much gear with what I'm planning to bring. Benny can always reevaluate later or Grayson can deny the items.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

Benny had spent most of the time during the takeoff from the planet and the the ride through space in constructing the firing range in the gym with help from Grayson, Matija, and the others who weren't busy. It didn't take very long to set up, and soon they had a functional shooting range for their leisure aboard their vessel. After spending most of his time refreshing his bomb-making, chemistry, and computer skills during his recovery, he was excited to get to make use of his rifle once again. He retrieved it from the armory to practice a few shots with it before anyone else could hog the space.

It felt good to be able to fire his gun again. The kick of the rifle as it fired was cathartic in some way, after spending so long idle. It wouldn't compare to the feeling of the vibration of the shockwave of a bunker-buster or thermite charge. But still, he took whatever he could get. His aim wasn't impressive before, and being comatose certainly didn't do him any favors, but he could still consistently hit a target at center of mass it seemed, with controlled shots and Skelly's reliable stability. After expending one magazine's worht of ammunition, he called it quits and packed up his gear, giving his bionic arm a congratulatory pat as he left. "At least one of us dinnae get fucked by muscle atrophy, aye?" he said to his arm as he left the range.

The next few days were spent in relative monotony, made bearable only by his further experimentation in the ship's lab in the testing of new explosives theories, sparring sessions with Matija and recently Koren, and rifle practice at the range. He would've spent more time in the labs, but Harriet, the plant-lady, seemed to temporarily claim the place for a few days saying that Stryker had tasked them to do something. Benny didn't like being kept out but he figured an answer like that was just another way of saying "mind your own damn business", and if it was the captain's orders it was best not to get in the way. Though he did take his wheeled toolkit out to his room to do small-time experiments in his room, at the expense of the nasal health of the people in adjacent rooms. The activities helped keep the boredom in check and resharpened his somewhat dulled skills, but he was itching for something more exciting to do to really bring out his abilities.

An eventual call from Stryker would promise an answer to that itch as it seemed the Alliance had finally found another job sufficiently dangerous for them that they couldn't afford to send their respectable military units into. They were to sneak into human colony occupied by space vikings, have Taleste clear open a path for them, and rescue a bunch of Alliance eggheads doing classified research. The plan was simple, yet so much could go wrong. However, instead of making it anxious, the possibility only excited Benjamin as he felt a smile creep on his face as he imagined the chaos their little team of troublemakers could cause.

"When you get to the terminal, radio back for evac and I'll come back for you at the same place we drop you off, about a kilometer or so outside of town. If you run into any trouble, I'll come back with numbers. If all goes well, none of us will even fire a gun, but after those last few jobs, I want to be prepared for the worst possible scenario, so Grayson... get everyone kitted out for a doomsday scenario, maximum ammo, and I'll also need this stuff as well." Stryker ordered as he handed a note to the arms master.

Benny began running the numbers in his head, scenarios and situations playing out and what he figured he would need for them. However, they were working on limited information, and that severely hindered his ability to prepare for the task ahead. He figured some standard explosive charges would be necessary for most barriers. A couple standard charges, along with one special Thermite mix and one concentrated Acid to get through anything short of starship hull levels of sturdiness. Usual set up of 2 Flashbangs, 1 smoke grenade, and 2 Frags for general combat. Maybe 2-3 EMP grenades in case any of the secret lab's automated defences considered them enemies. 4 grenade launcher rounds, armor-piercing variants to be used for blasting open vehicle armor, or a quick exit through most walls if needed. And for their doomsday contingency... well there was always the classic military-grade bunker-buster capable of leveling an underground building into a debris-filled sinkhole, if he were allowed to requisition that. He'd also bring in a few of his tools for crafting an IED from household items. A top secret Alliance R&D facility was bound to have chemicals he could work with if his packed explosives weren't enough for anything that stood in their way.

After the few seconds it took for him to analyze it, Tibulus spoke up with a question for Stryker. "Previous verse still stands. What about innocents?" their skeletal pilot asked. "As per usual, the Alliance doesn't care about the innocent lives. Let me read you a line or two directly from the mission files... 'The local populace will likely have been slaughtered. Losses unavoidable. Any who may have survived the initial attack will have been rounded up and corralled onto one of the transport ships to be enslaved or sold off to human traffickers in the Deadzone. No authorization will be granted to attempt a rescue, as the priority is the safe collection and transport of the scientists from the research facility' bastards literally couldn't care less than hundreds, or maybe thousands of people are dead or en route to something worse, and there's nothing we can do about it, even if we attempted a rescue, there's thirteen of us and hundreds of them. I don't like it either, but that's the facts." their leader said.

Benny shrugged at it in response. "Shite like this happens in the Deadzone all tha' time, cap'n. You keep worryin' about these things ye'll go right screwy. 'Sides, not as if we're tha' cleanest scoundrels out here, anywae" he said with a small sly grin.

A little afterwards, he addressed their commando-droid's concern about wildlife before asking them to leave the room so he could brief Taleste properly. Benny followed the order and left the room, bringing up Skelly's holographic interface to mark down the gear he would need for the operation and submit it to Grayson for approval. In the meantime, he'd get started on making the mixtures for Acid and Thermite in the ship's lab to make sure he could at least guarantee them passage through 2 stubborn barriers.

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Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

Site is back boys! You guys really should join the RPGuild discord for updates and so you can chat with us whenever the site is down. Especially since Mahz said to expect crashes in the near future until he has time to code the new fixes

A City of Ash and decay: An Inquisitors Story

Hey man! I'd be interested to join this. Just out of curiousity, is the "Blight War" the old roleplay you once started? "When the Walls beckon"?