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Neophyte Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,248 Joined: 14-October 10 Member No.: 19,113 ![]() |
Gash
[Aztech facility on Fox Island] Gash returned to his body for a quick report <<[Gash to team] Initial astral scout results: Mages and Adepts at the entrance, currently not engaging. Shedim attacking the main gate. Security areas and command areas are warded. Many watchers, one flayed spirit>> <<[Gash to Sticks] Sarge do you want me to investigate further or help deal with the mages / Shedim at the entrance?>> Now he was back in his body, Gash took the opportunity to scan the communication logs <<[Gash to Jax] Hi Jax. I'm Gash (magical supression), I've been scouting and AFB (that's like AFK but the B is body). Shitty deal. Glad to have you with us>> <<[Gash to Trismegistus] Welcome aboard. I'm now a corporal: dead man's shoes. Sticks is the boss: He's a good man, and we have been through worse than this together. As far as need's go: my usual role is Magical Suppression. I am not much for the old spell casting, but I kill enemy mages/spirits real well and stop them being nasty to us. If you can lay down the mojo on the bad guys while I keep their mojo off us, that would be good.>> |
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Neophyte Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,162 Joined: 14-June 10 From: San Diego, CA Member No.: 18,704 ![]() |
Trismegistus---"Magic Support"
[In Flight] Trismegistus goes back to his studies as he waits for Sticks to answer his question. He barely gets a chance to review the ectoplasmic gradients of The Darkness when his commlink buzzes again. However, he is pleasantly surprised to hear that it is another one of the Awakened contacting him. <<[Trismegistus:] Thank you, Corporal. I understand there have been more than a few field promotions of that sort as of late. Combat spells are my specialty, and while I can handle the occasional wizard's duel it sounds like you are much better suited to the task. Let me know what targets you need neutralized, and I will do my best to keep you free to eliminate Awakened enemies.>> Having another mage on the team should at least make this assignment more bearable than the last one. Just don't let your guard down. In the end, only you can determine whether or not you deserve to survive... |
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Dragon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 ![]() |
[Flight Omega 7: ETA to target 12mins]
The ride is choppy, and for Jax crammed into the hold of the second Dragon, less than comfortable as your mech braces itself against the yaw and pitch of the turbulent ride. The others fare somewhat better with more breathing space around you...but that just gives you more time to see the AR displays of Downtown Seattle as you pass to the west of it... ...fires rage across the city and the dirty mushroom cloud that rose over the core has begun to thread out and drift east away from you. There are still pockets of light in the various corp towers with their off-grid power but otherwise the majority of the plex is shrouded in smoke and darkness. Your tacnet traces a flight of fighterjets, Guard Eagles probably, launched from Fort Lewis, as they pound some invisible target in the Bellevue area. Matrix access is spotty but mostly filled with people crying out in despair for assistance that isn't liklely to come...in the end Kit has silenced any external feeds beamed in from your ground units as they forcibly take control of the ferry... ...you have your mission, hopefully whatever it is that Stillwater has you doing will have some bearing on the crap that everyone down there is dealing with...then again perhaps they just want to save themselves, who the hell knows? They certainly aren't telling you everything... |
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Prime Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 3,996 Joined: 1-June 10 Member No.: 18,649 ![]() |
[Flight Omega 7: ETA to target 12mins]
<<Shedim as well as mages and adepts. Well this just got more fun.>> Sticks looked over the tactical display. <<Alright Mages, any suggestions on how we go amphibian? That bridge is a killing field, as well as being covered by Shedim apparently. I'd like to come up on the island from the south west, if at all possible.>> Sticks sent out tactical displays to everyone, highlighting is prefered entry points. He also looked at what kind of drones he had access to. <<ETA to LZ is 12 minutes. After that we'll have an hour or so of footing it.>> He buried the thoughts of all those civilians. This was one fragged up future they had us playing in. |
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Neophyte Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,162 Joined: 14-June 10 From: San Diego, CA Member No.: 18,704 ![]() |
Trismegistus---"Magic Support"
[Flight Omega 7: ETA to target 12mins] Trismegistus looks up again from his research. Frustrated with the constant interruptions, he places a digital bookmark in his pocket mage library on metaplanar harmonics and oscillatory dissonance. He listens to Stick's short briefing, pulls up the tactical readouts of the base. He mulls over the new problem: how to float heavy mecha over to the island. He pulls up the readily available information on the convoy's mecha, considering tonnage, waterproofing, and maneuverability. <<[Trismegistus:] Moving people is not so much of an issue as moving the heavy equipment. Sergeant, do the convoy's mecha have any aquatic ability? If so, then the most logical solution would be to summon a powerful-enough water spirit and have it boost the mecha's speed. If not, are they designed or capable of being jury-rigged to withstand pressure and water submersion? Suitable earth spirits might be able to help you trudge along the bottom. Another possibility is to search the drop point for any remaining vessels that can handle our cargo. Of course, there is always the possibility of Shedim and other enemy targets lurking in abandoned vehicles.>> |
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Neophyte Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,162 Joined: 14-June 10 From: San Diego, CA Member No.: 18,704 ![]() |
Trismegistus---"Magic Support"
[Flight Omega 7: ETA to target 12mins] I take it that is a "no." Grumbling, Trismegistus reopens his pocket mage library and returns to his research while awaiting an answer. |
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Dragon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 ![]() |
[Under The Sound]
The inky waters of the Sound at night make an eerie view through the vid screens when they dimly relect the firestorm engulfing the Tacoma dock fronts...the skyline sensor pod relays the incoming view of Fox Island as you approach the facility from the West. The sub captain turns round to Sticks "We are detecting active sonar sweeps from drone sensors near the shore line. I'll plot their positions on your tactical map and you'll have to do your best to avoid them. I can't take the Belle in any closer without lighting up their defense grid but the monster in my hold can ride in on the mini without suffering any lasting damage. Looks like it's time for you to go and get wet! Is there anything else I can do for you before you go?" |
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Prime Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 3,996 Joined: 1-June 10 Member No.: 18,649 ![]() |
Sticks shook his head, "No, we're good to go. Don't get caught in this mess." He used the drone to take him back to his Mecha. "Either way, we won't need you."
Sticks buckled himself back in and brought up the team tacnet. <<Alright soldiers. It's time to make this facility ours. Be prepared for major resistance. Racoon, soon as we make landfall, find high ground and be ready to take out their mages. I'm going to go in now and see what I can do about their electronic security.>> Sticks detached his Mecha from the sub, and set Faraman on pilot duties. "Faraman, get me close enough to target their relays without being on sonar" He dropped into full VR and reached out across the ether to find an Aztech signature. |
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Dragon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 ![]() |
[Aztech facility on Fox Island]
Your mech sinks into the mud at the shoreline as you wade out of the Sound. Ahead of you is a fairly dense treeline, the pines a dark wall against the light pollution of the facility beyond and the burning skyline of Tacoma beyond that. You reach your digital clutches out to the mesh and your displays light up like a close up of a nebula on a clear night. There is a fairly dense autonomous sensor net, some of the nodes seem to be roving suggesting drones operating on random patterns. The network is encrypted as you had anticipated but your code breaking software is second to none and it breezes past this layer of defence. The data out here is mostly surveillance and is a dull view of dark woods lit by the occasional thermal signature of some of the local fauna. You detect an agent query on one of the nodes so it would seem that this area isn’t directly monitored by human hand. Nearer the facility there may well be more hardwired units but this distance away they are clearly relying on their network security being better than the tools brought along by your average investigative reporter or occasional runner. There are three dense concentrations of wireless activity on the island and comparing them against your sat images one of them is clearly the control tower towards the centre of the facility. The second is probably the security hub near the living quarters and the Fox Island bridge and the third is probably a secondary control node in the event of a catastrophic failure of the other two. |
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[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay]
Sticks smiled as he copied the AccessID of the agent. This should give him some more useful information. Modifying his AccessID he targeted the nearest sensor drone and scanned it for any possible traps, bombs, or honeypots. He reached out to find a flaw in it's defenses. <<Everyone please hold while I make us a hole to approach the beach with.>> |
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Neophyte Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,162 Joined: 14-June 10 From: San Diego, CA Member No.: 18,704 ![]() |
Trismegistus---"Magic Support"
[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay] When he enters the submarine, Trismegistus immediately feels his fire spirit's displeasure at having to follow her current master underwater. This was not part of our bargain, Animus, grumbles the spirit. Don't worry, I won't command you into the water. See that you don't. Don't make promises you might not be able to keep. Trismegistus snorts, sitting down and pulling out his pocket mage library and starting up his research yet again. Summoning her out there would be...wasteful. I think I can afford to give a spirit my word this one time. Perhaps, Anima replies, her voice layered with palpable contempt, but it would be wise not to get in the habit of making bargains with other spirits. Don't forget that you are mine, Animus. There are some things that are no longer yours to give. She leaves his presence on that note, making him shiver ever so slightly at the intensity of her response. She had become more and more possessive of him as of late, and he starts to wonder if perhaps he has gotten over his head in making a pact with her. He returns to his research, hoping that the quest to solve The Darkness distracts him from his mentor's last words. |
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Neophyte Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,162 Joined: 14-June 10 From: San Diego, CA Member No.: 18,704 ![]() |
Trismegistus---"Magic Support"
[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay] As soon as Trismegistus steps out of the submarine, he feels Anima begin to writhe in rage and vitriol. This place...it has been defiled by your kind... she hisses. Misguided mages seeking power that breaks the chain of life and death... The Aztlaners? Likely blood magic of some sort. Anima spits at the mention of the technique. Despite her dark demeanor, Anima respects the sacrificial cycle of life and death: life begets death, which in turn begets life. Techniques that pervert that natural cycle, techniques that steal power or drain essence, disturb her on a metaphysical level. Sometimes, he suspects that it truly frightens her. Perhaps it is time to unleash your Aspect of Fury? He feels his mentor's mood relax, returning to her normal haughty, self-assured disposition. Yes...that might be just the proper way to rebuke these...defilers... she coos. <<[Trismegistus]: Sergeant, given that we have lost contact with our other mage, perhaps I should take his assignment? My mentor has a personal grudge against those who use blood magic, Azzie or otherwise. Requesting permission to release her aspect of fury on the Aztlaners.>> |
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Prime Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 3,996 Joined: 1-June 10 Member No.: 18,649 ![]() |
Sticks
[Aztech Facility] <<We'll unleash the Fire once I get control over their mounted defense systems. It could take a while. Tris, make sure we don't get bothered by Magical Patrols. We're going to be on this beach for a while.>> Sticks had finally found a chink in the armor of the Command and Control center. He slipped quietly inside, and was suddenly presented with a giant stepped Pyramid. A large Sun disk floated over it, and jaguar guards roamed the area. This was not going to be easy. Sticks hadn't had a lot of experience with Aztechnology systems, but from what he did know. This one was fairly high end. He focused his eyes on the top of the pyramid. A Priest was methodically ripping the heart out of sacrificial victims, and.. eating it. He activated his Reality Filter to try and get a better understanding of what was going on. Ah, there.. it partially translated the action. The Priest was apparently a Spyder, and the hearts were bits of information being processed. Well that helped. He'd probably have to go and kick his ass. Sticks' icon shimmered, as he changed it to match the symbology of the system. A proud warrior, with the head of a jaguar stood, where moments before the stylized Merc had stood. With a grin, he melded into the background and made his way towards the core of the pyramid. Time to find the defense system controls and turn them to his advantage. <<I'm in. Everyone in position?>> They had spent the last three hours crouched, ready to pounce. The drone patrols were easy enough to deal with, but the spirit patrols had proved much harder. <<A few more seconds and we can begin the assault.>> |
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Neophyte Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,162 Joined: 14-June 10 From: San Diego, CA Member No.: 18,704 ![]() |
Trismegistus---"Magic Support"
[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay] Trismegistus can feel Anima's rage-tinged frustration upon hearing Sticks' reply. He pauses for a moment to make sure that his mentor's mood does not spill over into his reply. It cannot be helped. I don't think it would behoove us to attack until all of us are ready, especially if we still want to study this "Darkness." He can feel her initial fury subside at his words. ...very well. Do what you have to in order to keep them alive while they are still useful to us. <<[Trismegistus]: Understood. I will dismiss my fire spirit to summon another one that can keep most of us hidden for the time being. I would suggest instructing the stealthiest members of our group to fend for themselves while I focus on shielding the mecha.>> I take it this means my service to you is complete. Yes. You are free, though I will likely call another of your kind soon enough. Be well. He feels the Aspect of Fury's presence dissipate back into the astral. He sighs, disappointed that he has to waste the services of a particularly powerful spirit, but then begins preparing to summon one of Anima's Aspects of Deception. He draws symbols of knowledge and focus, improving the logical areas of his mind. He then draws another web of astral threads, and casts it out into the sea. A figure made of water walks seductively from the ocean onto the beach. She looks exactly like the Aspect of Fury---a shapely woman with long tresses, impossibly beautiful---but her form and manner are different. She has a placid, mysterious air about her. She looks at Trismegistus and bows mockingly. "You have called me, and I am here to serve," she says. "What would you have from me, Animus?" Trismegistus looks about the beach, shifting back and forth between the astral and physical worlds. A temple crafted of stone and metal stands in the background, while distant packs of spirits float around the beach and watch in awe and horror as the shedim march mindlessly towards the Aztlaners taking refuge within their fortress. Blood, fear, ritualistic telesma, and futuristic gear are spattered about the scene. He frowns, trying not to calculate their odds of success. "I need you to do what your kind does best. Assense the area and then keep us out of their notice." He points towards the temple, shedim, and spirits. "Of course, Animus," she replies, bowing once more and then disappearing in a cloud of cool mist. |
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Dragon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 ![]() |
Sticks
[Aztech Facility - Security Matrix Node] You can feel the prickles down your spine each time the patrolling IC sweeps over your icon but so far your disguise appears to be holding. Thankfully the spyder seems to be more concerned with monitoring the incoming sensor feeds from the drone net outside as they are bound to be more suspicious of your presence. No matter how smart agents get there's nothing to beat the human mind...yet. A virtual system map is before your gaze...paths through the jungle lead to the other nodes in a complicated web of chokepoints...this place clearly isn't designed for its users to migrate between nodes with ease. Each to their own place, just as the Azzies like it! The launch control station is represented by a gigantic pyramid that dwarfs this one and is clearly the hub of the place. Judging by the system loads there will be large amounts of traffic through there. The secondary security node is likely to be much quieter, with redundant controls if anything happens to the others...you dismiss the engineering and personnel nodes for now, there may be data there but it is control that you need... |
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Dragon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 ![]() |
Sticks & Trismegistus
[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay] The wait while Sticks works his technological magic on the matrix defences is tense and tiring. The water spirit has cloaked you all in a rising mist that befits the damp laden air. This far from downtown the tang of burnt air doesn’t reach you…at least until Tris reaches into the manasphere once more to draw out a burning spirit of rage… A small blinking alarm draws Sticks’ attention back to the real world. The drones you are monitoring have detected movement and are relaying it back along the grid. The fact that no alarms are sounding suggests it is another part of the defence system. Then one of the cameras picks up a fleeting glimpse of a threatening metallic, spined, catlike figure moving swiftly through the trees…damn, camaxtil drones are notorious for their independence – it is likely that they are off grid running hidden nodes as they don’t initially show on your electronic sweeps…they may even be immune to commands outside their compound recharging points… A low rumbling metallic growl comes from speakers on the drone, the frequencies deliberately pitched to trigger an emotional response…something needs to be done about them before they can stumble directly into the group… |
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Neophyte Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,162 Joined: 14-June 10 From: San Diego, CA Member No.: 18,704 ![]() |
Trismegistus---"Magic Support Specialist"
[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay] As he finishes the summoning gestures and pulls forth another Aspect of Fury, Tris immediately feels a familiar presence. It is the very same fire spirit he had originally called forth prior to the bay landing. She stares at him in from the astral plane with smoldering eyes, her face displaying an odd blend of disdain and amusement. Well, well, well, it appears my service to you is not yet at an end, Animus. Apparently not. Was it by choice or mere coincidence that you stumbled into my summoning web? Let's just say that your Mistress carries some clout. She made a request of me. I complied. And what would have happened had you refused, pray tell? That is not for you to know, mortal. Though, I'm sure you're smart enough to guess at the possible consequences. After all, you belong to her now... The spirit's answer leaves Tris with an uncomfortable feeling. He thought he had known what his bond to Anima would cost when he chose to pursue it, but the recurring theme of her "possession" of him makes him think that there was an unknown price he had unwittingly paid. However, what was done was done. When he returns to the physical realm, he notices a message from Captain West that makes him chuckle. Amid a barrage of insults and "colorful metaphors" is a notification that he is promoted to "Specialist" given the dearth of other qualified magic users. He updates his PAN immediately to bear the new military ranking, and deletes West's message without giving it another thought. That is when he hears it. A strange, mechanical growling starts up in the distance. He looks around trying to pinpoint its direction, but to no avail. He mentally taps his summoned and bound Aspects of Fury, letting them know that he may be calling on them soon. <<[Trismegistus]: Sergeant, there is a strange metallic growling coming from somewhere in the distance. Seeing as technology is your purview, I am hoping you might be able to tell me what it is. Just in case your sensors have not picked it up, this is an audio stream of what I'm hearing. If it is hostile, my spirits are ready to engage it.>> |
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Dragon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 ![]() |
Sticks & Trismegistus
[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay] The air is split by a howl that sets your teeth on edge. This is followed by a shriek of fire and in the distance, some thirty meters from inside the treeline you see a flash of tracer fire...sounds like suppression rounds, designed to freak the hell out of whoever is being targetted...at least none of the fire is coming your way, if the damn things are that trigger happy then perhaps you might get away with being spotted and then taking them out...? |
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Neophyte Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,162 Joined: 14-June 10 From: San Diego, CA Member No.: 18,704 ![]() |
Trismegistus---"Magic Support Specialist"
[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay] Damn whoever designed those things to the Metahells! Tris mentally grumbles to himself as he hears the howls. <<[Trismegistus]: Sergeant, I am not sure if you can see or hear whatever is happening out there, but it looks as though we may have found an opening to make a strategic withdrawal. At the very least, whatever is attracting its fire might buy us the time necessary to misdirect them. However, I need to know if you have a team that can handle them, or whether I should unleash my spirits.>> Because if I don't hear from you soon, I may just send them anyways, is the last sentence he leaves unsaid. |
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Dragon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 ![]() |
[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay]
The shriek of the tracer fire is rapidly approaching your position and you can hear the crash of foliage as something tries vainly to avoid the onslaught. Whatever is coming towards you is difficult to see, as if it is somehow fudging the air around it to mask its presence, something that the drones are clearly quite capable of ignoring… |
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Neophyte Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,162 Joined: 14-June 10 From: San Diego, CA Member No.: 18,704 ![]() |
Trismegistus---"Magic Support Specialist"
[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay] This is damned peculiar...and I'm tired of waiting. Find out what is going on over there, but keep on the astral. No need to give away our position just yet. As you wish, Animus. The recently summoned Aspect of Fury flies off towards the tracer fire and spatial distortions. And what of me, Animus? Will you keep me leashed to your side? He can feel the tension in the bound spirit---frustrated at being dominated by a mortal, and doubly frustrated at being kept out of the action. For the time being. I understand your concerns, but we must still wait a while. Do not worry, I will give you leave to loose your fury on our foes soon. |
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Dragon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 ![]() |
Trismegistus
[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay] When your Aspect of Fury returns in moments she is visible shaken... ~Abomination, creature of darkness and hate, it warps the astral about itself, polluting what it touches. The mechanical beasts chase it but do little harm, why it runs I do not know, who can fathom the mind of such a thing?~ At the edge of the treeline some one hundred meters from where your team crouches there is a darkness...something akin to what you saw feeding on those poor civilians back on the mainland. Tracer fire passes through it without apparant effect but it is leading those drones, and their sensors, towards your staging area... |
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Neophyte Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,162 Joined: 14-June 10 From: San Diego, CA Member No.: 18,704 ![]() |
Trismegistus---"Magic Support Specialist"
[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay] Trismegistus starts laughing quietly, exasperated yet not surprised by the news. Of course it would come right now. Why wouldn't it? He begins considering his options. Is spiting a superior officer worth sticking with what is slowly appearing to be another incompetent military scheme? Surely his magic could hide him, and he could watch what The Darkness does to its victims. Maybe he could even assense it as it does whatever it cares to do? He is suddenly pulled out of his brooding by his bound spirit, who recoils in horror as the other shares what she witnessed with her sister Aspect. Animus! We need to choose a course of action! Fight or flee? I need you to tell me what to do! Apparently fury is easily cowed by fear, he thinks to himself, keeping that particular aside shielded from his mental links with the spirits. Nevertheless, Anima apparently picks up on it and gives a throaty chuckle from her end of their mental bond. Give me a moment to speak with the idi...my team. <<[Trismegistus]: Sergeant, this is Trismegistus again. I am not sure if your sensors can see this, or if you're even listening to me since I've been asking what actions I should take. Maybe you are in the middle of some sort of technological wizardry that will deal with the incoming drones. I do not know. I am not a mind-reader, as I am not that type of mage. However, I take no pleasure in having to tell you that a new issue has arisen. I sent my most powerful spirit to investigate the firefight in the distance, and it appears that the metaphysical anomaly known as "The Darkness" is the subject of the drones' ire. Their rounds are, of course, having no effect on it. However, the more pressing piece of news is that it is leading the drones directly towards our location. It is doubly troublesome because: First, the drones will report our position to the Aztlaners once they see us, and Second, that the Darkness is undoubtedly a larger and more immediate source of danger than the Aztechnology outpost.>> He pauses, taking a breath after delivering that rapidfire speech in a flat and more or less neutral tone. <<[Trismegistus]: Basically, I need you to give us a command: Dig in and duke it out, or pack up and get the fuck out? Which will it be, Sergeant?>> Sometimes, I really hate being part of a team... Then there are times like this when I absolutely and wholeheartedly despise it... |
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Mal --- "Guide to the Dead"
[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay - Astral Space] Mal swirls into existence on the astral plane, his form carefully chosen to express wisdom and an ageless power to his would-be summoner. However, just as he is prepared to question the summoner, he feels the connection snap cleanly. He is shocked to discover that, rather than being flung back from whence he came, he instead settles into this realm more securely. Hougan? the Loa from the Ghede family calls out across the astral as he looks for the Hougan that brought him here. This is most unusual... As he continues scanning for his summoner, the presence of another summoner with a pair of spirits nearby catches his attention. They appear to be agitated. Writing off his summoner for the time being, he moved closer, hissing softly as he feels the astral plane grow heavier, more dreadful as he moves in that direction. He comes to a halt at a polite distance from the mage and asks, What troubles you, bokor? |
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Dragon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 ![]() |
[Aztech Facility Fox Island - The Bay][/b]
As the strange spirit approaches you, it’s aura vaguely reminiscent of Gash, you get a communique from Kit, the comms ops manager back with the main column <<I’ve got a redline reading on Stick’s biomonitor…looks like he has encountered some nasty IC. I’m going to follow him in and dig him out but operational command is temporarily placed on Tris. Deal with the incoming forces and prepare to engage the facility. We have your backs – you have full authorisation on the strike capabilities of the column. We have air tactical in place now and artillery will be available shortly.>> |
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