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Post by gbwt on Jul 5, 2005 21:37:38 GMT -5
The officer from Baradun slipped up, and it does not go unnoticed. "Sir, we are not playing games here. People are dieing, sevral thousand, if not over a million have already. It doesn't matter who get's to boast about who's done what. Now lets get this job done and try not to kill to meny more people." Turning back to the Lucius. "Yes, we had assumed that most are young and confused. Perhaps.... Does anyone know what type of tanks they are driving? and more importantly, are they, along with the choppers, sheilded aginst EMP? There may be a way to put an end to this with out excesive bloodshed."
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Post by Ciata on Jul 6, 2005 10:45:01 GMT -5
"Indeed."
A voice comes from behind the group, a familure one.
"We must never forget the core teaching of our faith, faith brings goodness, goodness brings knowledge, knowledge brings self control, self control bring perseverance, perseverance brings holiness, holiness brings kindness, and kindness brings love. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices in good. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."
He steps into plain sight, Opalance, the resurectred Diacanos of the Chattan.
"These things I had forgotten in my years of manning my post serving the clans. I forgot the very teachings I swore my life by when I was here, the morals I held I gave away after I stepped up, because they were deemed impractical. But no more, I shall persevere in the spirit of love for all my fellow furs and men, showing forgiveness and keeping no record of wrongs. I feel that we somehow failed these people, failed to show them love and instead pre-judged them because of the type of their fur and the nationality of their birth. Before we shall attack them, I shall go to them for it is my duty as the lowest servant of all the people to seek peace on behalf of our clans. I must, for it is my duty to them and our faith."
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Post by Baradun on Jul 7, 2005 8:49:47 GMT -5
Blackclaw, chastised and defeated, sighs and nods.
"Very well then, we have been sworn to follow your orders and shall do so. If peace is to be made it shall not be at the end of weapons unless that peace is death."
He looks up again, frowning out of the dataplate.
"Just try and come back in one piece, and alive."
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Post by gbwt on Jul 7, 2005 11:30:05 GMT -5
The GBWT officer, a billy goat, blinks after the speech. "Yes, that's all very wel and a nobal cause and perhaps amongst the best actiosn, but not the smartest. At least not with out some sort of protection. We can provide sevral dropships, and with a combined escort from our allies, we can make a peaceful show of force, and perhaps have a representative or negotiator from each of our repective countries acompany you, sir."
While this is going on, the final preperations ahve been made along the ridgelines and there are a number of unidentifiable hulks of steel with 6 legs on sevral moutiantops, aperently ahveing climbed up. They seem to emit an electro-megnetic feild, and have what seems to be 2 long barrels on their back along with a radar antena and a huricane class anti-aircraft rocket launcher as well. The troops man their posts while officers check everything and keep the furs sharp.
In the rapidly congregating mass above the planet, sevral more satilites have moved into possition over Ciata, each a diffrent type ofwepon. THe battle cruisers circle around them, and a small cloud of defense satilites swarm outside of this perrimiter.
The top brass, as well as President Rutheford, recive an encoded message. "The stage is set. Repete, the stage is set."
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Post by Ciata on Jul 7, 2005 11:39:01 GMT -5
"Thank you fer the offer, but I'm afraid I'll have ta' turn it down. I shall go with Silvanus and Rowan, our two Raja Borah. I don't think that anything you can offer would make a better personal defence for me anyway. I must try this, for it was by my death that the conflict was initiated, and perhaps my being alive will end it, and there are forces at work here that you all are not yet aware of, but I can sense lying in wait, they know I am here, an I must deal with them one way or another whewn the time comes."
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Post by Baradun on Jul 7, 2005 12:47:27 GMT -5
Blackclaw nods and huffs gently, looking to the side to glare at the shadow of GBWT's preparations before looking up out of the plate again.
"Opalance. Please take this dataplate with you, that is all I will ask, it will at least allow me to see first-paw what is happening."
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Post by Ciata on Jul 13, 2005 3:09:14 GMT -5
"We cannot put it off any longer."
"Yes Diacanos."
"It is time, I am ready, ready to fulfill my duty."
"And we ours."
Opalance and two of the last Raja Borah, Rowan and Silvanus, leave the Monastery at last, ready to meet the unseen foe head on that lies between them and possible peace. Though few are certain what lies ahead of them, Opalance can sense what lies in wait for them.
"I am coming Michael.....one last time...."
They set off on foot, moving quickly through the climate that their bodies were desined for with conditioned endurance on a quick and steady pace through the valley. Dataplate packed safely away so as not to fall during the various vast leaps between pinnacles of stone and snow amidst the often rough and rocky terrain. One Raja in front and one behind, keeping a carefull eye and a searching mind out for possible dangers and threats. After a good while of travel they come upon a steep gulley of stone when they stop.
Rowan, "Can you sense it?"
Silvanus, "Yes, power...anger....pain."
Rowan, "I've sensed this before.....it's Sicarii....he's here."
Opalance, "As he is he will always stand in the way of peace."
Silvanus, "Then we'll just hafta go through him."
Opalance, "There are others......"
Silvanus, "We are surrounded by demons! They knew...."
Opalance, "Yes, they have gathered here, where there is light there shall be shaddows."
Rowan, "And now they creep over us...."
The three stand in the midst of the ravine, surrounded by stone and emotions of those who are feared and reviled the most.
Opalance, "Sicarii the ounce and demon of ice, Azazel the chit-raka the demon of the desert, Mu-Gur the tiger the demon of the jungle, Leo Markus the lion the demon of the planes, Taka Ra the panther the demon of the sky all have shared in Sicarii's vile device and power *sigh* and are the five demons from which all shall flee. Do we flee now?"
Rowan, "No."
Silvanus, "Never!"
Opalance, "Then let them come......."
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Post by The Union of Tinis on Jul 13, 2005 19:01:22 GMT -5
"Illias? This is Commander Kraz. Situation?"
Over the com, Major Illias' voice replies, "Currently quiet. We're holding the inner complete perimeter as usual. No signs of trouble yet today. Opalance has been gone for a couple hours now and no word from them yet. Other than that, everything is peachy."
The uniformed tiger nods to the himself. "Oh, you'll never guess who I just got off the phone with. Our First Speaker is out of the hospital on business or something. I've apprised him our the situation and he has asked me wish everyone here and down on the ground good luck. Also, if you get a chance to meet up again with Opalance, tell him Izixs says hi and sends wishes of great speed and skill in this struggle."
"If I get a chance to talk to him, I'll pass it on."
"Kraz out." The Tinisian Commander of the sky deactivates the channel and looks out the wind shield.
Outside, beyond a thin layer of cloud, sits the mountains and valleys of northern Ciata. The snow covered landscape's pristine forms stretch on to nearly the horizon in all directions. The altitude that the airship sits at lets it see just a little bit of the hills to the east and west. Far to the south sits the dust cloud which is the remains of the ancient city of Luminara. Commander Dobbin Krazalgesh sighs slightly, almost inaudibly as he watches the plumes slowly drift off.
He whispers, "It didn't have to be this way."
"Pardon?" asks the Captain of the ship.
"I said, how's the analysis of the situation going?"
The ships analysis speaks up, "Their hard to spot but we saw Opalance's group about forty five minutes ago and they seemed in good spirits. We got two likely routes, I'll send them to your monitor. Unfortunately locating any pursuers is a bit more difficult but we'll keep you posted."
"Thank you."
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Post by Ciata on Jul 13, 2005 21:10:42 GMT -5
In a flury Azazel and Mu-Gur drop down from behind and Leo Markus and Taka Ra drop down infront of them from the steep terrain and Sicarii steps out, still on the top of the stone pillars lining the sides, so as to be seen and watch as the other 4 begin the task they all have yet failed at, exterminating his rival, Opalance, who shifts his eyes upward to meet his gaze once again.
The two Raja both drop back into false-paw stances and for a few moments all is still. Then, as if controled by one mind, the four attack, and a vicious and lightning paced battle of paw to paw martial art combat ensues.
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Post by Baradun on Jul 14, 2005 13:49:06 GMT -5
Blackstripe's mech, the targetting systems still badly damage, has been quietly shadowing the party in complete radio silence from the other side of the ridge. The mech quietly steps up to the ridgeline, the afternoon sun glinting very dully off the canopy.
The previously damaged parts have either been refitted or replaced, the weapons systems completely changed out with the exception of the AA Missiles. The anti-tank gun has been changed out for a long-barelled precision gauss rifle and a set of laser assemblies, the weapons control systems completely repaired now so at least visual targetting is possible.
Blackstripe runs his tongue over his bottom lip, maxing out the magnification as he tries to carefully pick off an attacker before growling and swearing to himself, kicking open the canopy and pulling out a heavy long-barreled rifle.
His paws don't shake, his eyes don't waver; recent injuries aside he's actually quite a good shot.
He sees Sicarii standing there, almost gloating as he watches the battle, and goes into a crouch, taking carefull aim and gently exhaling as he pulls the trigger.
Sicarii never hears the shot, never knows what happens as the .50 caliber round impacts his skull. It's not a normal round, either. Damascan steel inlaid with gold, platinum and silver filigree in a design Blackstripe found on the monestary grounds, and travelling at twice the speed of sound; the raport deafening when it finally reaches the valley floor. Blackstripe's already reloading though he's not sure of the damage he's done, reinforcements already en-route as they hear the sounds of combat relayed by the dataplate.
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Post by gbwt on Jul 14, 2005 17:22:55 GMT -5
GBWT is also amongst those tailing the Citian leader. A specilized dropship, outfited with much larger side haches, overs sevral miles off, just above and behind a ridge, watching. With the aid of sevral satilites, computer enhanced veiwing, and coustom rifles, 3 snipers lie on the floor of the ship, nick-named "Deadeye". Straped into suits filled with tiny servo moters, they hodl stedy hands while they watch the travelers, and the ensuing combat. They see the far off mech, and it's pilot fire the first shot. "Well, at least we won't have to say that we fired the first shot. Pilot, take us in closer. Kepp up low, stedy, and out of sight. Ok furs, keep your targets in sight and fire when you have a shot. And for the love of the gods, DONT hit our freindlies!"
Meanwhile, the GBWT furmanitarians move twords the ruins of the Citian capital. A convoy of large ATVs with monster tires and armored hauls sweeps searchlights and relays mesages of hope and help through their loud speakers.
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Post by Ciata on Jul 14, 2005 18:14:33 GMT -5
Sicarii never moves as the shot split the air going towards his skull, he never had too, he knew it was coming, he feels those around him, the emotions, the excitement and hatred of putting him in the cross-hairs, he never had to react. Compared to shielding off some of the explosions and gun fire he has had to endure in his quests to tumble nations, one bullet was little to nothing. One quick energy shield, raised and lowered in an instant was all that was needed, but now seeing that other would not stand out of this battle, he was left with no choice. Raising a paw and flaring up his emotions and energy, he sends a powerfull blast back towards the mech and it's pilot that flares and missles can do little against.
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Post by gbwt on Jul 14, 2005 21:50:57 GMT -5
As the energy ball(?i'm thinking DBZ here?) races tword the mech, the snipers start to rethink their plan. "Holy Shit! Did you see that?! How the hell did he do that!? An energy sheild that powerful from nothing? i dont see anythign on him that could do somethign like that! And that energy blast, he just-" "Shut up Sam. We all saw it. Keep a cool head and focus on your job. Do you have a lock on any of the targets? Almost? Well hurry up, we're on a time frame now." Nazule, the Sr. Sniper in this crew, keeps a cool and clear hear, as always. Just another job, just liek all the other missions. The racoon keeps his eyes on the target ring and his mark. A finger hovers lightly above the triger before getly comeing to rest on it. "All targets aquired? Good. Pilot, be ready to drop us into a gully or something, get us low and out of sight on my comand." He takes a breath as the perfect shot comes up. All the sights fall into place, and this shot feels right. Now or never. He squeezes the triger. At almost the same time, the other 2 snipers, having calmed down and focused on the task at hand, follow suit. Cold and emotionless, 3 rounds screem to hit their marks, flying faster then the mechs round even. The drop ship rocks from the recoil, and new rounds are automaticly loaded into their chambers. The snipers lean back to their rifles, having been pulled away automaticly by straps to keep them from haveing their muzzles smashed by the recoiling wepons. Looking back into the scope, Nazule checks his mark, sure that he hit. Each sniper checks their mark. Nazul, he looks for Sicarii. Sam looks for Azazel, and Joseph, the third sniper, looks for Leo. Each fell certian that they shall see a wounded target thanks to their training, and their tech.
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Post by Ciata on Jul 14, 2005 23:46:45 GMT -5
The two in the fray, Leo Markus and Azazel step back out of the fight, which though two on one, was not so one sided as they expected, letting the other one keep the Raja busy and Sicarii's bottomless gaze shifts to the snipers, Sicarii looking streight into Nazul's scope, streight through his eyes and into his soul. The dark uncia and his two targeted companions turn towards the drop ship with looks of angry annoyance. The three raise their paws towards the ship and a dark light begins to form between them.....
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Meanwhile, back at the monastery, Kohen Lucias is giving a talk about the history of the Ciatan to the rather bored F.F. leaders.
"You see, in our society, wars were never fought with large standing armies or massive conflicts that ravage the country they wish the control. Instead heros and villians arose on their own might, their own personal strength that matched up and conflicted with that of those who oppose them. Personal duels, fights, and altercations have been the standard for settling conflicts as long as the monastery itself has existed because of the philosophy of war that was developed here. "If you cannot rise on your own power to take for yourself something, then you do not deserve it." So we have long searched for ways to improve our body and mind, not build up armies or weapons you rely upon, but rather build up our own personal strength which in the hardest of times is all you can truly rely upon. Well, that and friends. So while other nations such as yourself strove to improve their industry and weapons we strove to improve our physical weapons and our body and mind. Hence the genetic enginering which is now often used by the Raja Borah and civil servants, and now unfortunatly others it seems. Though we still strive to find ways to improve ourselves as we are with things like intense physical, mental, and spiritual training that is pinnacled here at the monastery. We have steel coat training which allows us to take a blow from a blunt weapon or a glancing blow from a blade without harm. Or the steel paw which, when mastered after about 10 years of intense daily training, can be used to kill an opponent with a single blow. However when these two meet, a great battle ensues, and thus the plain is risen upon which we battle upon with our own strength. But others have used other means to raise themselves higher than should be reached by mere mortals, un-natural means to give un-natural power and abilities. As some of you may know, or have heard, the body has the ability to channel internal power, or chi as some call it, and when trained, this can be used to make mighty strikes or make a body or limb un-moveable. However this function, when combined with advanced technology that generates and channels increadible amounts of energy, this function can have strange and powerfull reactions that if used too often, or at to great a level can destroy the body that channels such power. The heaven stones were though to be the crowning achievement in personal advancement, but instead they are now our greatest dread. They combined genetic enginering and enhancement with advanced cold fusion technology to create great amounts of energy to be channeled through the body's natural currents. But only now do we see the fatefull and disasterous consequinced of these things.
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Post by Baradun on Jul 15, 2005 13:57:41 GMT -5
Blackstripe swears and hits the chair with a thud, the cannopy comming down and the mech managing to crouch down half a meter. It's all that's nessesary, however, as the bolt strikes the energy-reflective armour on the cannopy and ricochets harmlessly into the air, the mech comming back up and unloading a full salvo of lasers, rail-shots and missiles before crouching under the lee of the ridge again and racing back as the other scout 'mechs begin to trail in, scorch-marks partially obscuring Blackstripe's view as he races to join his comrades.
"Cottontail, this is Blackstripe, five hostiles confirmed battling the target. Energy-shield of some kind, took the bullet straight on, and watch because one of them has this freaky energy-bolt thing going on. Nearly turned me and old stumpy here into 'mech crisp."
"Copy that Blackstripe, we are en route, try and observe. Any idea how he knew to block the shot?"
"Neg, commander, it was like he knew I was there."
"Aff, telepathy or at least empathy. We have heard rumours but this clinches it. Mechwarriors, no stunts from now on, stay in your mechs, the armour-platting should be able to do something against it, or at least muddle the signals enough; after all this stuff is supposed to block radiation."
And Blackstripe moves back to the ridge, poking up a periscope to see what kind of damage he did.
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