In truth there really was no reason for Thaddeus to ascertain where the commanders where meeting up. After all he wasn't at a proper rank to really create battle plans. Anytime he was of higher rank his major weakness of no tactical thinking would inevitably leak through. One man can only do so much. Engagements can be won by one man, but wars require the full unison of a military. A true leader can both smash skulls in the name of the lord as well as lead their legions to victory. Thaddeus had might, but not the mind to really value the life of the individual. And thus a vicious cycle of being promoted due to his combat prowess and being demoted because of his high casualty rates started. They couldn't have him in a high position and they couldn't let him be discharged. Colonel suited Thaddeus just fine. But it did create a rather large problem. Thaddeus Gaunt had no squad to actually lead.
Squads around him had the nasty habit of dying, both the enemy's and his on. It was both a blessing and a curse for Thaddeus. It was a blessing because it forced him to propel himself to new heights of achievements for his God, and it was a curse because he never really created lasting bonds with his squad mates. Generals grew wise to this and would often assign him to squads filled with greenhorns to save valuable veterans. Of course this increased his squad casualty rates even more due to the inexperience of his comrades. He could go into battle with no squad, but a matyr without any sense is no really matyr at all. He stepped up to General Bishop and waited to speak with him after those of higher rank were done with him. After asking permission to speak he started his plead.
"Sir, I am Colonel Thaddeus Gaunt. I was asked by Admiral Jameson to assist our Gazere allies to secure the area and prevent the EDF incursion. Unfortunately I have no troops to call squad mates. If it be by your blessing General BIshop, I request to join and perhaps lead one of the squads that will see combat"
General Bishop had every right to say no. If he did say no, then he'd have to ask what his duties would be during his stay during this defensive campaign.
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Thaddeus suspected that the Kruth were preparing for something. It was unlikely the Godless Kruth would turn their swords into plowshares, an invasion was more likely. But it was not his place to predict the future. God was what laid out the path, and his commanders were the ones who were to read the parchments of things to unfold. His duty was to kill those who stood up to God's light.
A few hours later the transport finally got to the rendezvous point. The blistering sunlight made a few of the rookies recoil from the sudden brightness, but Thaddeus was unaffected as were a few other veterans that were on the transport. All of God's creations were beautiful, it was man that corrupted and besmirched it. Oceans were polluted, verdant forests were chopped down, plains were littered with the corpses of the dead because of man. The sun was perhaps the one thing that man did not defile yet, and for that Thaddeus was thankful.
He looked around the camp they landed on and saw Gazere and Talon alike intermingling, some discussing battle plans, some helping each other unload mechs that were coming in, and others simply chatting and showing interest in the other's culture. Colonel Gaunt hated seeing the humanity in other nations. It was simply much easier to see every other nation as Godless heathens instead of actual people with their own struggles and lives. It made killing them much easier when they were faceless pilots in machines of war. Thaddeus made no effort in knowing his Gazere comrades, for he was confident in a few years time they would be making war with each other to continue the purification of the unclean. Thaddeus saw a Gazere soldier, perhaps a lieutenant pass by and she asked him a question.
"You there! Where can I find the commander of this encampment?"
A few hours later the transport finally got to the rendezvous point. The blistering sunlight made a few of the rookies recoil from the sudden brightness, but Thaddeus was unaffected as were a few other veterans that were on the transport. All of God's creations were beautiful, it was man that corrupted and besmirched it. Oceans were polluted, verdant forests were chopped down, plains were littered with the corpses of the dead because of man. The sun was perhaps the one thing that man did not defile yet, and for that Thaddeus was thankful.
He looked around the camp they landed on and saw Gazere and Talon alike intermingling, some discussing battle plans, some helping each other unload mechs that were coming in, and others simply chatting and showing interest in the other's culture. Colonel Gaunt hated seeing the humanity in other nations. It was simply much easier to see every other nation as Godless heathens instead of actual people with their own struggles and lives. It made killing them much easier when they were faceless pilots in machines of war. Thaddeus made no effort in knowing his Gazere comrades, for he was confident in a few years time they would be making war with each other to continue the purification of the unclean. Thaddeus saw a Gazere soldier, perhaps a lieutenant pass by and she asked him a question.
"You there! Where can I find the commander of this encampment?"
"Careful Krosh, if you keep fawning over him like that you might either inflate his ego or show you're interested in him as a mate!" she said in a joking manner as she observed the smooth skin perform his healing rituals. All and all it wasn't all that different form the healing rituals of the smooth skins back in her dimension.
"So tell me, what exactly is the plan, smooth skin? From what I can gather Shiro over there could just ask politely for him to leave and our mission would be finished"
"So tell me, what exactly is the plan, smooth skin? From what I can gather Shiro over there could just ask politely for him to leave and our mission would be finished"
To hear casual conversation was alien to Thaddeus. Most of his time was spent either speaking in verse or silently praying, but that wasn't to say he couldn't relate to his fellow soldiers. Instead he chose not to. Too many times he tried to create fire forged bonds within the eyes of god, but too many times did those bonds shatter when the pull towards heaven was great. Of course he was happy when his allies died, they joined the grace of god!
Still at this occasion it showed a marked shift from the perspective of what god was. When he was growing up he was taught that god was vengeful and would bring his righteous fury to all sinners. Now in this modern age there was signs of change. Instead of vengeance, this god brought forgiveness. Instead of fury, he brought redemption. Thaddeus of course disagreed with this. How could a being that could perceive all times all at the same time ever have any sympathy for lesser beings? Still he wrestled with the idea that perhaps maybe, just maybe to assume that a supreme being couldn't have the ability to relate to her creation was in itself hubris. Thaddeus struggled more and more about reconciling his ideas of god to the modern view of god with each passing day. He didn't wish to, but he knew one day he'd have to balance fire and brimstone with flowers and love. But for now he'd have to ready these grunts for combat. He doubted many of them had been in a full engagement and he doubted even more that most of them would survive.
"Hear me and listen! What we are to embark on is a mission from god. The EDF are a blight upon this Earth, the remnants of the Sodom of old! They are beyond redemption, each and every single one of their soldiers is worthy of only one gift from god, and that is to be purged. When we meet them upon the battlefield remember that we are given only one sacrament, that thou shalt kill. Your children pray to you only one thing, to kill the EDF! Your mothers and fathers pray for only one thing, to kill the EDF! Forgiveness can only be given to those who seek salvation, and that salvation is not ours to give. Let us show them the path to god! Let us purify their sin through fire and fury! Let us teach them not to kneel in the presence of god, but instead to lie face down in the sand and bleed in the presence of god! Now who will join me in this great crusade of purification?!"
Still at this occasion it showed a marked shift from the perspective of what god was. When he was growing up he was taught that god was vengeful and would bring his righteous fury to all sinners. Now in this modern age there was signs of change. Instead of vengeance, this god brought forgiveness. Instead of fury, he brought redemption. Thaddeus of course disagreed with this. How could a being that could perceive all times all at the same time ever have any sympathy for lesser beings? Still he wrestled with the idea that perhaps maybe, just maybe to assume that a supreme being couldn't have the ability to relate to her creation was in itself hubris. Thaddeus struggled more and more about reconciling his ideas of god to the modern view of god with each passing day. He didn't wish to, but he knew one day he'd have to balance fire and brimstone with flowers and love. But for now he'd have to ready these grunts for combat. He doubted many of them had been in a full engagement and he doubted even more that most of them would survive.
"Hear me and listen! What we are to embark on is a mission from god. The EDF are a blight upon this Earth, the remnants of the Sodom of old! They are beyond redemption, each and every single one of their soldiers is worthy of only one gift from god, and that is to be purged. When we meet them upon the battlefield remember that we are given only one sacrament, that thou shalt kill. Your children pray to you only one thing, to kill the EDF! Your mothers and fathers pray for only one thing, to kill the EDF! Forgiveness can only be given to those who seek salvation, and that salvation is not ours to give. Let us show them the path to god! Let us purify their sin through fire and fury! Let us teach them not to kneel in the presence of god, but instead to lie face down in the sand and bleed in the presence of god! Now who will join me in this great crusade of purification?!"
Thaddeus relished any opportunity to show the Kruth heretics what the judgment of god held for them, but there were more pressing matters. He addressed the Admiral with stern conviction.
"Sir, if it be with the blessing of god and your permission I will assist the Gazere in defending against the EDF apostates! We will ensure that the weak Gazere are not exterminated in their own homes as well as beat back the Sodom of old. I will make haste to headquarters to grasp quick transport to my new duty. May the eyes of the lord and the inquisition fall upon us! Colonel Gaunt out" Thaddeus then abruptly cut communications and started to rush to headquarters. If he was a wise man he would of waited for the admiral to finish addressing him, but he wasn't a wise man. He was an impulsive one and that impulsiveness would never allow him to advance further in his military career.
He felt a mix of anger and joy. Anger at EDF for being the representation of the corruption of man before the arrival of the demons, as well as joy for being given another chance to strike at this unholy abomination once again. He saw EDF as the perfect symbolism of the folly of man and the attempts of man to revive them as simply heretical. EDF was doomed to fall both from the will of god and the mistakes of the people within the EDF, for none may suceed without the blessings of the creator. The world was changed from the baptism the Lord gave upon the Earth, washing away much of the filth that plagued humanity. Now it was the duty of the Talon to continue God's work and scrub away the last of the remnants of Sodom.
After arriving at HQ, Thaddeus of course chanted gratitude to God for allowing him safe travel and then requested transportation to where he would be needed.
"Sir, if it be with the blessing of god and your permission I will assist the Gazere in defending against the EDF apostates! We will ensure that the weak Gazere are not exterminated in their own homes as well as beat back the Sodom of old. I will make haste to headquarters to grasp quick transport to my new duty. May the eyes of the lord and the inquisition fall upon us! Colonel Gaunt out" Thaddeus then abruptly cut communications and started to rush to headquarters. If he was a wise man he would of waited for the admiral to finish addressing him, but he wasn't a wise man. He was an impulsive one and that impulsiveness would never allow him to advance further in his military career.
He felt a mix of anger and joy. Anger at EDF for being the representation of the corruption of man before the arrival of the demons, as well as joy for being given another chance to strike at this unholy abomination once again. He saw EDF as the perfect symbolism of the folly of man and the attempts of man to revive them as simply heretical. EDF was doomed to fall both from the will of god and the mistakes of the people within the EDF, for none may suceed without the blessings of the creator. The world was changed from the baptism the Lord gave upon the Earth, washing away much of the filth that plagued humanity. Now it was the duty of the Talon to continue God's work and scrub away the last of the remnants of Sodom.
After arriving at HQ, Thaddeus of course chanted gratitude to God for allowing him safe travel and then requested transportation to where he would be needed.
Thaddeus Gaunt was a man of action, faith, and honor. What he wasn't was a a man of patience. Patrol duty wasn't his ideal duty, but it was a duty nonetheless and he accepted it as a soldier just as a priest accepts their ordination. They were to play the role of both guardians to ambassadors talking to the backwards Gazere and the role of hunters. The prey today were the barbarians of the south, also known as the Kruth. To describe them as heathens would be far too much of an understatement to Thaddeus. Of course any nation that did not follow god as fanatically as Talon were considered heathens to Thaddeus, but the Kruth and the Caralyst were especially the most heretical. Afterall, both factions incorporated alien technology. God made man in his own image, and thus ANY incorporation of alien technology was heresy to the perfect world god had created for man. The aliens to him were demons sent to test the faith of man. Humanity passed, but now most of man was now corrupted, the Talon being the last stronghold of true purity.
Thaddeus continued on with the patrol along with his squad of soldiers. He hoped, nay PRAYED that there would be an engagement to prove their strength bestowed upon them by god. Meanwhile he relegated himself to pilot his machine while reciting one of the countless passages of faith he memorized on his own time.
"...for there is no true concept of right or wrong to the lord almighty. God is not a man, woman, child, elder nor being. God simply is, and it is hubris to believe that man, being weak of both mind and body to think we can understand the mechanisms of the universe it created. There is no real emotional states such as happy, sad or angry, it is only what man as imperfect beings perceive when the lord wills to communicate with them. Free will exist only because the God wills it. And if it chooses, God can will it away"
Finally Thaddeus Gaunt's patience drew thinner and thinner until eventually he stopped his mech from walking and turned on the microphone function that could be heard from miles around. Normally the function would only be used at lower volumes to communicate battle plans if commonly used radio jammers were in effect or if radio silence was needed. He cranked up the volume at full blast and shouted into the mike:
"I tire of this game of cat and mouse! If there are any heathen dogs who would wish to be shown the shortest path to the glory of god, then appear and we shall be your guiding light! Come to your baptism of fire!"
He waited for any response that would or would not come.
Thaddeus continued on with the patrol along with his squad of soldiers. He hoped, nay PRAYED that there would be an engagement to prove their strength bestowed upon them by god. Meanwhile he relegated himself to pilot his machine while reciting one of the countless passages of faith he memorized on his own time.
"...for there is no true concept of right or wrong to the lord almighty. God is not a man, woman, child, elder nor being. God simply is, and it is hubris to believe that man, being weak of both mind and body to think we can understand the mechanisms of the universe it created. There is no real emotional states such as happy, sad or angry, it is only what man as imperfect beings perceive when the lord wills to communicate with them. Free will exist only because the God wills it. And if it chooses, God can will it away"
Finally Thaddeus Gaunt's patience drew thinner and thinner until eventually he stopped his mech from walking and turned on the microphone function that could be heard from miles around. Normally the function would only be used at lower volumes to communicate battle plans if commonly used radio jammers were in effect or if radio silence was needed. He cranked up the volume at full blast and shouted into the mike:
"I tire of this game of cat and mouse! If there are any heathen dogs who would wish to be shown the shortest path to the glory of god, then appear and we shall be your guiding light! Come to your baptism of fire!"
He waited for any response that would or would not come.
"Smooth skin, just what are you doing? Allow old Kroga to take a look at your wound!" she stated as she finally put away her pipe to address the wound.
She forcibly took his arm to examine the wound for anything truly serious. She let out a little laugh.
"Haha, is this all? If you were back at my swamp, we'd have to already amputate the arm due to all the flesh eating bacteria already making their assault. Still I suppose only wounds of the heart should be laughed off. And only if it is the third heart that is hurt!" Kroga began to make some noises in her mouth as if she was about to spit, but at the last moment she realized that she was't dealing with the wounds of a lizardfolk. Instead she decided that perhaps the two physiology were perhaps entirely different after all.
"Hmm...perhaps it would be best to perform your smooth skin rituals of healing instead of my traditional lizardfolk performances"
She forcibly took his arm to examine the wound for anything truly serious. She let out a little laugh.
"Haha, is this all? If you were back at my swamp, we'd have to already amputate the arm due to all the flesh eating bacteria already making their assault. Still I suppose only wounds of the heart should be laughed off. And only if it is the third heart that is hurt!" Kroga began to make some noises in her mouth as if she was about to spit, but at the last moment she realized that she was't dealing with the wounds of a lizardfolk. Instead she decided that perhaps the two physiology were perhaps entirely different after all.
"Hmm...perhaps it would be best to perform your smooth skin rituals of healing instead of my traditional lizardfolk performances"
Name: Thaddeus Gaunt
Age: 40
Faction: Talon
Rank: Colonel
Personality: Thaddeus is first and foremost one of the most fanatical members of the Talon military. Even the most devout members of Talon society believe he serves as an ample example of not balancing faith with sense. Each and every battle for him is another chance to prove his devotion to their god and he uses every kill to symbolize that god is with them. To that end he often gives his troops speeches that drag on far too long in order to inspire his soldiers to great feats of devotion, and often suicidal charges. He cares not for the death of his allies, for he knows that they have joined with the lord in the life after physical existence. When not in combat he is often seen given fiery sermons to complete strangers and silently praying in churches around the nation.
Brief History: Life for Thaddeus was unremarkable until he one day when he was 13 and was struck by a terrible sickness. The doctors had no cure for it and all said that he would perish within a week. Day and night he would pray for the lord to allow him to live, to allow him to continue his service to it is this lifetime. He miraculously recovered and he took it as a sign from god to forever be in his service. As soon as he was able, he enlisted in the Talon military to further his service to the lord.
His early military career was marked with extreme obedience to follow orders and the fact that often times he would be the only survivor of particularly high risk missions. He took this fact as more signs form the lord that he was to lead the holy war against the enemies of Talon. He would be at a higher rank if it weren't for his high causality rates. His lack of actual tactics other than straight forward charges isn't from a lack of intelligence but rather a lack of creativity and a firm belief that if a man is to die in service to his country, he should at least be given the honor of knowing who the killer was. These days he is considered a talented melee combatant and an inspirational yet terrible leader. He would have been discharged years ago if it weren't for his ability to kill in the name of god.
Description: He stands at 5"11 with dark skin, a shaved head and a beard that reaches to his chest. His muscle mass is somewhat above average and normally he wears robes adorned with parchments of the words of the lord attacked to the fabric with wax. His eyes are a dark brown.
Machine Name: TMM-Z103 Witch Hunter
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Age: 40
Faction: Talon
Rank: Colonel
Personality: Thaddeus is first and foremost one of the most fanatical members of the Talon military. Even the most devout members of Talon society believe he serves as an ample example of not balancing faith with sense. Each and every battle for him is another chance to prove his devotion to their god and he uses every kill to symbolize that god is with them. To that end he often gives his troops speeches that drag on far too long in order to inspire his soldiers to great feats of devotion, and often suicidal charges. He cares not for the death of his allies, for he knows that they have joined with the lord in the life after physical existence. When not in combat he is often seen given fiery sermons to complete strangers and silently praying in churches around the nation.
Brief History: Life for Thaddeus was unremarkable until he one day when he was 13 and was struck by a terrible sickness. The doctors had no cure for it and all said that he would perish within a week. Day and night he would pray for the lord to allow him to live, to allow him to continue his service to it is this lifetime. He miraculously recovered and he took it as a sign from god to forever be in his service. As soon as he was able, he enlisted in the Talon military to further his service to the lord.
His early military career was marked with extreme obedience to follow orders and the fact that often times he would be the only survivor of particularly high risk missions. He took this fact as more signs form the lord that he was to lead the holy war against the enemies of Talon. He would be at a higher rank if it weren't for his high causality rates. His lack of actual tactics other than straight forward charges isn't from a lack of intelligence but rather a lack of creativity and a firm belief that if a man is to die in service to his country, he should at least be given the honor of knowing who the killer was. These days he is considered a talented melee combatant and an inspirational yet terrible leader. He would have been discharged years ago if it weren't for his ability to kill in the name of god.
Description: He stands at 5"11 with dark skin, a shaved head and a beard that reaches to his chest. His muscle mass is somewhat above average and normally he wears robes adorned with parchments of the words of the lord attacked to the fabric with wax. His eyes are a dark brown.
Machine Name: TMM-Z103 Witch Hunter
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"Is that all this is? A simple game of seek and destroy? One would wonder what the benefits of swimming in this direction would be. Tell me, why should we assist you when it seems more beneficial to simply join with that male. He seems like a nice enough scaled one" she took a few more puffs and blew the smoke. She was sent here to help, the council did not specify help who.
"And you Shiro, surely you must doubt the existence of souls. It is nothing more than the lies and manipulations of spirits who wish to gain power over the living through manipulation"
"And you Shiro, surely you must doubt the existence of souls. It is nothing more than the lies and manipulations of spirits who wish to gain power over the living through manipulation"
"Yes yes I too can rhyme! If the gods themselves can die, what does that say for you and I? And please do not insult me with these talks of souls! Souls do not exist. I am a shaman of actual facts of spirits a not a peddler of lies and misinformation" she then also turned to the smooth skin.
"Tell me smooth skin, often it is they who do not speak that say many volumes, so why bring these imperfect parts together?"
"Tell me smooth skin, often it is they who do not speak that say many volumes, so why bring these imperfect parts together?"
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