A Time for A Change (December and January 1st, 110 PA)

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A Time for A Change (December and January 1st, 110 PA)

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A Time for A Change
  • Date: January 1, 110 PA
    Time: 0615 by end of post.
    Temp: 8°, Bitterly Cold
    Weather: Mostly Cloudy, Only a light dusting of snow and plenty of ice
    Ley Line info: There are multiple ley lines in the ruins of Old Chicago 80 miles away, but none in Chi-Town itself.
    Location: Fort Resilience; Briefing Room 17-Charlie
You unmute the television.
Commentary momentarily repressed springs to life like a tiger springing from its cage. A blonde woman hotly speaks to the man in the split screen to her left. "You can't deny that the Emperor has struck the right tone with his address!"

The man on the left nearly spits as he rebukes her. "I can and I will. The Coalition States is not the only nation in the world! Where are all the other nations? The NGR is no doubt dealing with this same level of threat, but what of Quebec, what of Ishpeming, Manistique? Whykin even?! I'm sure even Merctown and Kingsdale is mobilizing to profit from this. This was a purely political speech for a home audience! Where are the calls for the other nations to step in and do their part? We are not the only humans on the planet, and I'll be damned if I'll watch my countrymen bleed so some scrag in Kingsdale can survive! The Emperor, or at least Colonel Prozek, need to make an appeal at the highest levels with all the other nations of our American continent! We cannot stand alone. We will if we must, but we should not try it as our first attempt!"

The woman sneers at him. "Recruitment is up by a margin not seen since the Tolkeen War! We've the manpower and the technology to beat back the enemy on our terms. I agree the other nations should pull their weight, but it is the duty of the Coalition to lead this fight. This is our time. No one can doubt us! Stand with the Heroes of Humanity, or sit with the demonic hordes that want to enslave our very planet, let alone us!"

You mute the sound again as the speech plays through your memory as if by rote.
Heroes of Humanity -- A Call to Arms
  • "Some dare question our integrity. Our morality. And our motives. But none dare question our birthright to live free as human beings."
    "We, the people of the Coalition States, stand in the defense of humanity. We alone have bled and died in the defense of our world against the invasion of inhuman monsters and demons who would enslave all people."
    "We, the Coalition States, are the true, last bastion of humanity. A proud and noble people. A brave people. And we will not balk at the latest challenge before us."
    "We, the Coalition States, and all who stand at our side in this, our darkest hour, are the new Heroes of Humanity. Our ancestors have survived the Coming of the Rifts and the Great Cataclysm. Our forefathers crawled out of the bleakness that was the Two Hundred Year Dark Age, and we have fought many an unearthly foe for generation after generation."
    "In that time, we have grown strong and hardened our hearts to the treachery of monsters and magic. We are stronger than we have ever been. We are the heroes of humanity, and we shall stand victorious against the encroaching darkness. We fear you not demons and masters of magic. We will never kneel down before you. Never!"
    "My fellow citizens, we are called upon once again to take a stand against impossible odds. A new danger has emerged from beyond the Rifts. Demons from twin Hells seek to conquer and enslave us. They plan to turn our beautiful Mother Earth into a new plane of Hell. A dark, ugly world of misery where people are cattle and pets used for the amusement of wicked monsters. If we fail to stop these supernatural horrors, we shall be forced into obscenity and daily horror. No one shall be spared. No place will be safe. And the world we know will be transformed into a living nightmare."
    "It shall be a cold day in Hell before the people of the Coalition States surrender to demons and monsters!"
    "Do not let inhuman creatures steal our world from under us and take our humanity away. I implore you, my fellow humans, to join us! Join us in sending these demon-spawn back to Hell! Become of a Hero of Humanity and live free or die a noble death in the service of a greater cause for your fellow man."
    "It is time for you - for all of us - to stand tall and together. Join the Coalition Army. Together we will fight. Fight to save our fellow man. Fight to preserve the freedoms we and our ancestors have already fought so hard to obtain. We will bleed. And we will die, so all our children may know peace. This is the terrible price I ask of you, but it is a price that must be paid if we are to survive as a people. As a world."
    "Heed not this call to arms and we all perish."
    "Together, the human race can do anything. Together, we are unstoppable. And we shall win this fight, because we are not hellspawned abominations. We are human. We are fueled by justice and righteousness. We fight for our children. We fight for our neighbors. We fight for our lives!"
    "Join the Coalition Army and fight with us, and I promise you, victory shall not be denied! Victory will be ours!"
    "If might makes right, then we will stand stronger than our enemy. We will punish them for trying to take our world from us. We will fight with a cunning and tenacity that is at the very core of the human spirit. And we shall fight until we stand triumphant, or every last one of us has died trying."
    "These are lessons we must teach all inhuman invaders as we pull the trigger that sends their godforsaken souls back to the deepest pits of Hell from whence they came!"
    "Join me. Join us, my Heroes of Humanity, in the defense of our homes, our lives and our very existence. Make the demonspawn pay in blood for thinking we are not up to the challenge to save humanity once again. Unite and stand free!"
    "Again I say, let this be a warning to all things inhuman: Crawl back into whatever alien hole you came from. Crawl back before we push you back with our guns blazing. "This is our world! Our home! And not any of you will take it from us! We will not surrender quietly. We will fight you for every inch. The Coalition States stand, unyielding, to protect every innocent human life on this continent."
    "My fellow humans, join us now, unflinching as we stare into face of the monsters who would devour us. And strike them down first!"
You received a recall to duty early, a few days before Christmas. Thankfully they let you get there by December 31st. Still, you'd rather have spent last night drinking and partying with your buddies, not resting up for possible combat deployment at 0900. You have orders to appear in a briefing room in the next hour. You quickly finish your morning preparations, eat your breakfast, and set out. You arrive in good time, getting through security easily within time for the briefing. And so it is that you come to the briefing room and see some familiar faces - each other. Maybe you've kept up in the meantime, maybe you've been absorbed by a hundred different things. But now you are all in the same briefing room. It's like the band is getting back together. Briefing starts at 0630.




GM Notes: You've spent the few weeks on leave before your new assignment. You just got in yesterday. All you have with you is clothes and whatever personal items you've brought (either from home/vacation spot or the PX). Where did you spend the holidays? You don't HAVE to go home. You had some money so you could have gone somewhere. What is going through your head as you get back?

Required: One short to medium Interlude post and at least one reply to someone else as conversation. In a week I will post the next part of the briefing.
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The flight back to New Chillicothe by military transport was a blissfully uneventful one. Of course, there was the occasional air elemental turbulence, but that's what high intensity lasers and Doppler radar were for. Compared to what Raleigh Ray had become used to in Old Chicago, the Ozark boy barely batted an eye at the airborne threats.

After landing and making his way through customs (needing to take a little extra time to explain his bag of seemingly useless junk), he found his sister waiting for him just outside the restricted area.

Searcy Sue was looking good, and judging by the top-of-line bionic legs she was sporting, he figured business at the repair shop must be good as well. He thought right.

As he settled into her small condo, Raleigh Ray nodded approvingly at just how far his sister had come in his absence. Located on the second floor of the same building of the newly opened location, The Colton Fix-it Shop (the business' second location, supplementing its original 'Burbs-based shop), her new home was cozy, but very respectable. While she had the means to live on a higher level within the fortress city, Level 7 wasn't bad at all. Plus, Searcy Sue said that was where the best customers were.

In the weeks that followed, the Colton siblings were almost inseparable. If Searcy Sue wasn't showing her brother all the sites and best places inside New Chillicothe, Raleigh Ray was telling his sister stories about his adventures in Old Chicago. She introduced him to her friends and few shop employees, and he told her all about the close friends he made up north, including the woman he felt he was falling in love with, Barbara.

However, it wasn't all chit-chat and sight-seeing. Every day there was work to be done. Searcy Sue made it a practice to alternate between her shops' two locations, and Raleigh Ray would always go with. Between the two Colton kids, his sister's employees could barely keep up! And when Searcy Sue had work to do that Raleigh Ray couldn't help with -- three, sometimes four hours a day -- he was hard at work on his own little project in the backroom of her personal workshop; restoring and enhancing that ancient, rusty, dusty C-18 laser he found in Old Chicago (shipped to him thanks to the CS Military mail and logistics service).
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Tinkering Rolls
Minor Upgrade #1 -- Laser Frequency Tuning: +2 AP to laser pistol
* Time: [dice:1pjdv29b]49078:0[/dice:1pjdv29b] hours
* Skill Roll: Engineering [dice:1pjdv29b]49078:1[/dice:1pjdv29b]
* Extra Effort: [dice:1pjdv29b]49078:2[/dice:1pjdv29b]
* Total Rolls: 5, Success, and 12 hours labor

Minor Upgrade #2 -- Weapon Balance Enhancement: +1 to Agility Trait Roll as applied to Shooting Skill
* Time: [dice:1pjdv29b]49078:4[/dice:1pjdv29b] hours
* Skill Roll: [dice:1pjdv29b]49078:3[/dice:1pjdv29b]
* Total Rolls: 6, Success, and 12 hours labor

Minor Upgrade #3 -- Beam Intensity Boost:
+1 Damage
* Time: [dice:1pjdv29b]49078:5[/dice:1pjdv29b] hours
* Skill Roll: [dice:1pjdv29b]49078:6[/dice:1pjdv29b], Fail
* Time (2nd Attempt): [dice:1pjdv29b]49078:7[/dice:1pjdv29b] hours
* Skill Roll (2nd Attempt): [dice:1pjdv29b]49078:8[/dice:1pjdv29b]
* Total Rolls: 6, Success, and 25 hours labor
After a few weeks had passed, just a few days before Christmas, Raleigh Ray received an urgent message from the CS Army. It was a recall to duty. Something major happened, and Raleigh Ray was not about to shirk his responsibilities to Emperor and Empire. His sister was crushed. She was looking forward to spending Christmas and New Years with her brother, but given the circumstances, she put on her bravest face for Raliegh Ray's sake and wished him the best of luck. Shortly after a somber Christmas, Raleigh Ray had his bags packed and was on the first transport back to Fort Resilience, Old Chicago.


The time on his expensive TecTronic watch read 05:55 when he entered briefing room 17-Charlie. Raleigh Ray was wide awake thanks to the two cups he held in his hand; in his right, a tall cup of coffee; in his left, a spit-cup for the minty dip pack stuffed in his lower lip. And, of course, his the high coif of his hair was perfect; every strand in its proper place.

He found a seat mid-table and wondered who would come through that door next.
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Going home on leave was not something Dina was really looking for. But after her last mission, she needed some R and R. Rest and Relaxation. But where to go, that was the big question.

Dina askes the others, "Where is there to go besides home? I really don't want to go visit my family. I don't get along with my uncle... at all."

Solène Bouchard offered some input, "Lone Star or Baton Rouge are warmer in the winter. I could see that as a holiday spot. Walk on the wild side in the new Arkansas territory."

Dina replied back, "Thanks Solène." Baton Rouge, I think that's a naval base. A naval base means there is water and water means there is a beach. Sounds like a great place to relax. "I think I am gonna goto Baton Rouge, anyone else want to go?"
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Note: SHOTS is current clip, AMMO is extra magazines.
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CM-940PR Precision Rifle SHOTS: 7/7 AMMO: 3/3
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Even in a modern nation like the Coalition States, getting to the northern reaches of Iron Heart was a long trip. A short ride on a military transport got you from Chi-Town to the City of Iron, but then a slow train north to Junction.

The road from Junction to Hudson was nearly impassable due to heavy snowfall, but the heavy transports that brought iron ore from the mines to the rail depot in Junction were heavily tracked. Solène caught a ride with one of those haulers to her home town of Hudson, basically a glorified mining camp on the edge of the huge open pit quarry that employed everyone in town.

Home.

After the fast pace of Chi-Town and the horror of Old Chicago Solène wasn't sure if she would fit in here anymore. Nonetheless her parents deserved a visit. Throwing her duffle nag over her shoulder she walked down the deserted wind swept streets, her uniform overcoat billowing in the breeze. Rather than go to her parents' habitation module she pushed into the Iron Horse Tavern, the town's one and only bar - it also served as town hall, community center, and gossip mill. Taking a deep breath of frozen air she pushed into the pub.

While the world outside was frozen in ice, the scene inside was frozen in time. Regulars sat at their tables, the same guys hustled pool at the back, and the same girls fawned over them - except everyone was older. All eyes in the place turns on Solène, and a few looks of recognition passed her way and a few scowls too. Stamping the snow from her boots she trudged to the bar, set down her duffle, and climbed onto a stool. The 'Horse only served Iron Brew, so the bartender didn't have to ask what she wanted, instead the aging lady - dolled up with make up to look younger - pulled a large draft and set it in front of her. "Welcome home. Soldiers get the first one free.

Surprised, and grateful, for the unexpected show of appreciation Solène nodded and took a drink. She would have to go home soon, no doubt someone in the bar was already texting her mom to say she was in town. Her brooding quiet was disturbed by one of the pool players as he sidled over and stood behind Solene. She knew him well, his name was Henry - although everyone knew his grandparents were from Free Quebec and he should pronounce it Henri.

"Hey Frenchy, you may have fooled the recruiters but we know where you're from, traitor."

In the past, Solène would have quietly taken the abuse - and maybe somewhere deep down agreed with it. However, her time in the south had changed her. She had seen the worst, and fought against it with others from across the states, she was no traitor. This ass hat was a traitor, an able body human wasting away in a town far from danger while there was a war to be fought. Setting her drink on the bar, Solène stood quickly and wordlessly, and picked up her duffle bag as if to walk out. Instead she tossed it toward Henry, "Here hold my bags."

As he instinctively reached to catch the bag Solène swiftly kicked him in the groin with her steel capped combat boots. Henry crumpled, gasping for air as Solène leaned over, picked up her bag and stepped on his chest. "The only traitor here is a man to screw to serve, Henri."

Leaving him on the floor she downed the rest of her beer and walked out.

It was good to be home.
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Steelcreek was sitting at a campfire with his father, exchanging stories about Old Chicago, when the runner showed up. It was old Barlon's niece, Pearl (if memory served), who couldn't have been more than 8 or 9, but was the fastest in her age group by far.

She addressed Steelcreek directly (his tribe didn't stand much on ceremony, so there was little risk that she'd offend his father by just getting to the point), "Jaren, audio from the outpost. Something has happened and they want you back to Old Chicago, right away. They've apparently got transport ready."

He rose slowly, giving his head a little shake. "Well, so much for leave," he says, a bit dejectedly, once again the boy he'd been before basic.

His father stops him, resting a large hand on Steelcreek's shoulder. "No, son. Leave is for times in between hunts, between fights, and if they are bothering to call you all the way out here, I'd guess a rather large hunt is underway. Best not to tarry."

His father gives him a grin. "Besides, it sounds like you have a good squad out there, and you know from experience how valuable that is. Go keep your team alive, and then come back and we'll run a few hunts to catch you up on the mountains. Good hunting."
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Raleigh Ray Colton wrote: Tue Feb 05, 2019 6:00 pm
The time on his expensive TecTronic watch read 05:55 when he entered briefing room 17-Charlie. Raleigh Ray was wide awake thanks to the two cups he held in his hand; in his right, a tall cup of coffee; in his left, a spit-cup for the minty dip pack stuffed in his lower lip. And, of course, his the high coif of his hair was perfect; every strand in its proper place.

He found a seat mid-table and wondered who would come through that door next.
Jaren walks in to see Colton already seated, and gives him a nod. He slides into the chair next to the Ozark mechanical genius and takes a pull from his own mug of the good stuff: Chi-Cola, nice and fizzy and with an extra dose of syrup because one of the guys in the mess owed him.

"Surprised I didn't see you on the transport back, Colton. Thought for sure I'd beaten you here."
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Steelcreek wrote: Sat Feb 09, 2019 10:44 am "Surprised I didn't see you on the transport back, Colton. Thought for sure I'd beaten you here."
Raleigh Ray grinned at the sight of the tattoo-faced albino. Even though the weeks away from Old Chicago sped past all too quickly, it seemed like an eternity since he saw someone from the old team.

"Well, we'll, well... Look what the cat threw up."

Raleigh Ray stood up and quickly walked over to Steelcreek, ending up giving the Psi-Stalker a big ol' bro-hug. "I hitched a ride on a military mail transport. It was scheduled to get here a few hours sooner, so..."

Feeling the need to spit, the Ozark boy made his way back to his seat let one loose into the correct cup. "So, what did you on leave?"
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Raleigh Ray Colton wrote: Sat Feb 09, 2019 3:00 pm
Raleigh Ray grinned at the sight of the tattoo-faced albino. Even though the weeks away from Old Chicago sped past all too quickly, it seemed like an eternity since he saw someone from the old team.

"Well, we'll, well... Look what the cat threw up."

Raleigh Ray stood up and quickly walked over to Steelcreek, ending up giving the Psi-Stalker a big ol' bro-hug. "I hitched a ride on a military mail transport. It was scheduled to get here a few hours sooner, so..."

Feeling the need to spit, the Ozark boy made his way back to his seat let one loose into the correct cup. "So, what did you on leave?"
”Pfft. Threw up? It’d have to catch me, first!” Steelcreek said, embracing his friend.

”I went home for a few days. Mostly uneventful, but a couple of my brothers were out on a hunt and weren’t due back until today, so I missed them. It was nice to be back somewhere properly civilized, though.”

”How about you? How’s the mechanical shop empire growing? And what do you make of all this?” he waves vaguely in the direction of the vid screen.
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Everyone else had other plans so Dina ended up going down to Baton Rouge on her own. The trip unfortunately was also not as she was expecting it to be. Cause you know, winter and stuff. Not exactly the time for the beach. She did manage to get some R&R. And even heard this rumor about a place closer to home to go on the next vacation. Some type of underground beach resort. She would just have try and get everyone to go before they all commit to something next time.

At least she didn't have to deal with her uncle.

Dina walks into the room next. "Yo, guys." She finds a place to sit. "How did your vacations go?" She glances around the room seeing not everyone is back yet. "Maybe you should wait to start though. Less times to tell the stories."
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After leave, the team begins to regroup and ready for their next deployment and the requisite chit chat about their leaves cropped up. Chit chat was not her strong suit, but Solene made an effort - anemic as it was, "I went home to visit my parents. I also saw some old acquaintances and busted their balls a bit."

Direct. Concise. Accurate.

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Steelcreek wrote: Sat Feb 09, 2019 3:26 pm”How about you? How’s the mechanical shop empire growing? And what do you make of all this?” he waves vaguely in the direction of the vid screen.
Raleigh Ray's attention was directed to the screens, inadvertently having him answer the second question first.

"I tell ya, baldy, I really don't know. I'd be quick to say the ol' idiom the world's going to hell in a handbasket, but that might be literally the case! I ain't knowin' no shit about the ins-and-outs of all this dimensional Hoodoo Voodoo bullshit... but shiiiiiiiìiiiiit, we sure do got our work cut out for us!

"As for home...

Just then, another familiar face walked through the door.
Dina Perry wrote: Sun Feb 10, 2019 5:28 pmDina walks into the room next. "Yo, guys." She finds a place to sit. "How did your vacations go?"

"I was just getting to that with Steelcreek here. Man! You should see the shop my sister Searcy Sue put together down in New Chillicothe! And it's INSIDE the fortress city too!"

Raleigh Ray paused and pointed to Dina. "She's the one I told you about... lost her arms and legs... but the cutting edge bionics she can afford now... Jeez Louise! You'd be jealous if you saw her shit."

He then returned his gaze to Steelcreek. "Anyways, we spent a lot of time taking in the sites there. ... Hey, did you know they have a monument to the people of one of the bad invasions. Every statue of real people, all their eyes are set with pink diamonds made from the real people's real ashes! Creepy as fuck, you ask me. ... Oh, and I was able to use her shop to work on some pet peojects when she was busy with business.... So, yeah, pretty good vacation."
Dian Perry wrote:She glances around the room seeing not everyone is back yet. "Maybe you should wait to start though. Less times to tell the stories."
"Naaaaaah! What are the odds anyone else from the old team will be joining us today? That would be like one in a ..."

He then spotted another familiar face. "... Boo?"

His eyes went wide in genuine surprise. How long had she been there? Was she always there? Even before he arrived? Was she now a ninja too?

"So... How was leave, Boo?"
Solène Bouchard wrote: Mon Feb 11, 2019 6:52 am "I went home to visit my parents. I also saw some old acquaintances and busted their balls a bit."
The silence that followed sent a chill down Raleigh Ray's spine. All he could do was awkwardly spit in his cup as gentlemanly as possible.
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Vacation, then Briefing room
Afternoon
Round 0

Cassandra couldn’t believe her luck. Knowing of her devotion to the soap opera Into the Flames, Colonel Drake, Cassandra’s psionics instructor, had gotten Cassandra a VIP billet to the winter fan con for the show to take place in Chi-Town. It meant she could spend Christmas with her aunt and uncle, too, and maybe her cousin Nici would be back for the holiday. She had to prepare for her wedding soon anyway.

The hotel was amazing, of course. Cassandra was just a small town girl, but she had lived for several years with her well-connected uncle, so at least she wasn’t the gawky, staring tourist. Of course, all of that went away when she met the cast and became a gibbering muddle of incoherency. Trent Maxim laughed with amusement and gave her a hug. A hug! From Trent Maxim!

It wasn’t quite all roses, though. Cassandra’s psionic abilities caught a subtle undercurrent of boredom and annoyance toward the fans from the cast. They really didn’t much want to be here mingling with the hoi-poloi. And Trent Maxim and Rebecca Roads really hated each other. They put on a good face for the cameras and fans as the Coalition’s sexiest famous couple, but there was definite seething resentment and jealousy under the surface.

The highlight, of course, was that as a VIP Cassandra got to sit in on a day of taping. She sat eagerly on the edge of the seat as the director gave instructions, the actors rehearsed their lines and blocking. The scene required Trent, aka Randel, to attempt to disarm someone of a pistol. They were practicing the move and Cassandra’s foot bounced impatiently. Finally she muttered, “That’s now how you do it.”

“Cut! Silence!” the director said, glaring at her.

“Sorry,” Cassandra said meekly.

“No, don’t be,” Trent cut in before the director could reprimand her. “What am I doing wrong?” He flashed that perfect, pearly smile of his. Cassandra’s heart fluttered.

“Well...everything,” Cassandra said. “If you wrestle for the pistol like that, you’re going to get shot. Who taught you that?”

“I did,” said a sour-faced older man off to the side. “I’m the stunt director. And that is a perfectly valid technique. It’s what the army uses.”

Cassandra couldn’t help but laugh. “No it isn’t!”

“It is so, young lady! I learned it myself.”

“Arnold fought at Tolkeen,” Trent said. “He’s come very highly recommended as a consultant for army and police procedures.”

Cassandra raised an eyebrow and looked at Arnold. “He’s lying,” she said. “He never served.” Her instincts about these things were not often wrong.

“Why you little bitch!” Arnold exploded, charging over at Cassandra.

Cassandra neatly stepped into Arnold’s body, grabbed his arm, and threw him over her shoulder and into the floor. Everyone looked on in stunned silence as Arnold groaned from the floor.

“I just got done with my hell tour in Old Chicago,” Cassandra said. “I know a soldier when I see one, and I’ve seen more action in my life than he has.” Cass gave a blow from her mouth to move a lock of hair from her dark eyes.

The set applauded, and Cass blushed. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But I can show you how it’s done,” she offered.

“Please!” Trent said, beaming, as Arnold was helped off set and to the stage medic.

The lesson required Cassandra to be in close proximity to Trent. She ran him through the moves. She felt a blush creep up her neck as she was held in the circle of his strong, masculine arms, and the lesson seemed to take longer than necessary as he kept intentionally doing things wrong.

“You were amazing,” Trent whispered against her ear when they were running through the maneuver for the third time.

Cass blushed. “It’s just training, Mr. Maxim.”

“Please, call me Trent.”

“Um...okay…” More blushing.

“Have dinner with me tonight.”

“I…”

“I won’t take no for an answer.”

Cass actually giggled. “Okay,” she said.

Cassandra returned to her seat once the scene was done, though they weren’t through with utilizing the free services of an actual technical expert when another scene involved a small unit of Coalition soldiers sweeping a building.

“You want to clear all your angles. You don’t just burst into a room,” Cassandra said. “Don’t just stand there. You need to spread out and make sure no one can ambush you.” Cass paused. “And...where did you get that deadboy armor? That model is no longer worn. And I’m pretty sure that’s just some street armor you spray painted black and put a skull on.”

The producer looked sheepish. “The army is pretty restrictive in its gear. It was very hard to get authentic costumes.”

Cass beamed. “Well, my uncle works in logistics. I could call him and see if he can help.”

A call to General Maverick and in an hour the crew had actual deadboy armor and weapons for authenticity, though the weapons were non-functional, of course.

“Get this girl into makeup!” the director called.

“Wait, what?” Cass asked.

“You’re the one that knows this shit best. I want you leading the army strike team.”

Cass blinked. “I’m not an actor.”

“You won’t be acting. You’ll be doing your job,” the director said, and Cass was bundled off. When she returned, she wore the familiar deadboy armor, though it wasn’t her own, so it was a bit pokey in places, not fitted perfectly. Her hair was up in a regulation ponytail now.

Cass ran through the scene with the other stunt actors, giving them direction on proper clearing tactics. Then they placed Trent and the D-bee actors into the scene. Cass led the raid, but when they burst into the room, she paused.

“Cut!” the director yelled. “What is it now?”

“I just…” Cass paused, trying to think how to put it. “How real do you want this to be?” she asked. “SOP for a situation like this is, unless we need someone alive to interrogate, we’re just going to shoot these D-bees. And probably Trent, too, to be safe.”

“That sounds like just the gritty realism we need for this scene,” Trent said.

“Well she obviously can’t shoot my lead actor,” the director said sarcastically.

“If he’s unconscious and no threat, he might be spared,” Cass offered.

The director paused for a moment. Trent walked over and the two of them conversed in hushed tones. Cassandra pulled off her helmet and shook out her sweaty hair. She drank some water and chatted with the stunt actors. They wanted to know about her tour in Old Chicago. She wasn’t sure what to tell them about the horrors there. It wasn’t something she talked about with civilians.

“Okay, new plan!” the director called out. “Places!” He walked over to Cassandra. “When you burst into the room, waste the D-bees,” he said. “Just like if it was real. Randel will be unconscious. Once you have the rooms cleared, I want you to go over to Randel and remove your helmet--”

“Remove my helmet?” Cass asked with surprise.

“Yes, yes, you have a face the camera likes,” the director hurried on. “Remove your helmet. I want you to channel that inner fan lust.”

Cass blushed.

“Notice how handsome he is. Trace his jaw with your fingers, maybe. He’ll wake up. You’ll lock eyes. You recognize him. You’ve found Randel Crest!”

“Um...okay…” Cass said.

“Places!” yelled the director, scrambling away. Cass replaced her helmet. “And...action!”

Cass and her team burst in the door. There was the flash of the fake lasers firing, the D-Bees going through their deaths. The team cleared the room. Cass walked over to where Trent Maxim lay and knelt down. She removed her helmet, shaking out her hair in an unconsciously provocative gesture. She didn’t have to pretend much to admire the handsome actor as she touched his face

Trent’s eyes fluttered open. He gave a lazy, sexy smile up at the beautiful Coalition soldier. And then he ran his fingers into Cassandra’s hair and came up and kissed her!

Cassandra’s eyes flew open in surprise, and then she fell into the kiss. She barely heard the director yelling, “CUT! PERFECT!”

***

The buzz of her communicator woke Cassandra, and she slapped for it until it stopped sounding. Groggily her dark eyes forced open against the bright sunlight and she looked at the message. She was being recalled early? What had happened?

“About time you got that bloody thing,” Trent Maxim’s voice spoke from somewhere.

Cassandra gasped and sat up. She instantly regretted it as the room spun around her. She was naked and covered only in a high thread count sheet. Trent lounged on the chaise in a silk robe that left little to the imagination about his highly toned body as he sipped coffee.

“You didn’t tell me you were a virgin.”

Cassandra gasped, looking around. This wasn’t her room. She didn’t remember much about dinner with Trent last night. She glared accusingly at the empty bottle of absinthe on the nightstand beside her.

“How is that--” Cassandra stopped and her eyes widened. “Did we--?”

Trent chuckled. “Many, many times, love,” he said with a grin of triumph.

Cassandra turned red.

“You can go now.” Trent gave her a diffident wave.

Cassandra blinked. “What?”

Trent sighed. “Please. Don’t make this a thing. Don’t go all moon-eyed. You think you are the first pretty fangirl to end up in my bed?” He laughed. “Now really, Leave. I like to enjoy my coffee in peace before I get ready for another day on set.”

Cassandra scowled. “You...bastard,” she said, getting up out of the bed too quickly, stabilizing herself with a hand on the nightstand. “You think you can just--”

“You were singing a different tune last night, babe.” Trent grinned. “Bored now. Byeeee!” he said with a wave of his fingers.

Cassandra snapped. “Go to a hellpit!” She reached deep inside of herself and shoved fear into Trent Maxim’s brain. He fell screaming to the floor, pissing and shitting himself. She left him in a whimpering heap as she yanked on her dress from last night, grabbed her heels, and stalked out.

Cassandra held it together until she hit the lift, and then broke down in tears. She managed to get to her room, take a shower, dress in plain jeans and an army t-shirt, and pack her things. She was put together again by the time she walked out into the hotel lobby.

“Cassandra, isn’t it?” came a voice from behind her.

Cass turned to see Rebecca Roads. The beautiful actress hooked her arm in Cassandra’s. “I know that look,” she said with a sympathetic smile as they entered the hotel restaurant, heading to Rebecca’s usual table. Two tall glasses of mimosa were brought and set in front of them.

Cassandra just stared down at her hands in her lap, ashamed.

“You aren’t the first, and you won’t be the last, to fall for Trent Maxim’s charms, honey,” Rebecca said, reaching over and pressing Cassandra’s hand. “Most of us have at one time or another. And Prosek knows he’s great in bed!” She sat back and sipped her mimosa. “You know what they say. Never meet your heroes.”

***

Cassandra walked into the briefing room an hour after she got back onto base and settled back in the barracks. Like most, she wore her BDU pants and army issue t-shirt as she flopped down into a seat. The others were talking about their vacations.

“I should have taken you up on your Baton Rouge offer, Dina,” Cass said with a smile. “I had a good time, but you know what they say. Never meet your heroes.”
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Cassandra Maverick wrote: Wed Feb 27, 2019 3:35 am Cassandra walked into the briefing room an hour after she got back onto base and settled back in the barracks. Like most, she wore her BDU pants and army issue t-shirt as she flopped down into a seat. The others were talking about their vacations.

“I should have taken you up on your Baton Rouge offer, Dina,” Cass said with a smile. “I had a good time, but you know what they say. Never meet your heroes.”
"Hi Cassandra, welcome back. I dunno. It wasn't all that great. Ya know, cause it was freaking cold out. So it wasn't as I was expecting. Kinda hard to go swimming and enjoy the beach when it is covered in snow."

Dina looks over at the others. "I just took some time to rest and enjoyed what I could of the locals. I did hear about these special resorts while I was down there. Some kind of special Coalition underground facilities with a beach and hotel. We'll have to all go next time we get time off."
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Briefing room
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Round 0

“I am definitely up for that,” Cassandra told Dina with a smile. “It’s been years since I went to the beach. Ours back home was more a rocky strand than a real beach. I mean, we would still lie out on them in the summer, go swimming in the lake and stuff. But yeah, not this time of year.” She paused. “I’d have to get a bathing suit though.”
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A Time for A Change
  • Date: January 1, 110 PA
    Time: 0628 by end of post.
    Temp: 8°, Bitterly Cold
    Weather: Mostly Cloudy, Only a light dusting of snow and plenty of ice
    Ley Line info: There are multiple ley lines in the ruins of Old Chicago 80 miles away, but none in Chi-Town itself.
    Location: Fort Resilience; Briefing Room 17-Charlie
Right at 0625, a serious woman strides in with NCO stripes on her shoulder. Any attempt to come to attention is met with a wave off. "At ease, we're not getting started until the Captain comes in." She settles in at the head of the room, laying out some things from a box on the podium, covering them with papers in a deliberate manner that indicates both concealment and order to be dealt with. None can get close enough to see what she is doing though.
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At 0628 a dogboy comes tearing into the hallway outside, but stops short of the room, regains some composure, and then steps in and takes a seat near the back, so as not to offend anyone. He does perk up a bit when he sees Jaren though. If anyone asks his name, he responds "Private Echo-Charlie-Seven-Seven, but call me Augustus, please. It's easier to remember I'm told. Pleased to meet you!" He doesn't speak if not spoken to, however.
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When the Sergeant enters Bouchard watches her intently, there seems to be no lack of female NCOs and Officers here. Not like the way things are up North. Glad for the breath of fresh air she is a bit taken aback when the dog boy comes in. Like her relatives in Free Quebec, Solene is wary of the mutants. She gives him a stiff nod, then takes a few paces away from him pretending to be looking for a seat for the briefing.

Another mutant. I was just getting used to the one we already have.
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Briefing room
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Round 0

Cassandra sat up straighter when the NCO walked in. The woman put them at ease, but didn’t introduce herself, either. She was followed shortly after by a dog boy, who introduced himself as Augustus. Cass smiled at him. “Nice to meet you, Augustus,” she told him. “I’m Cass.” Then she went around the room introducing everyone.
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When Augustus comes by, Steelcreek slips him a meal bar (it's not like Steelcreek needs them) and gives him a wink.

Finally! A dog boy for our squad. We could use one.
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Dina starts to stand as the NCO comes in but relaxes as she says, "At ease..."

"Alright then." Dina returns her attention to the datapad she is playing with.

When the dogboy enters, she looks over and gives him a nod then continues to play with the datapad until the captain arrives.
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As the new staff sergeant entered the room, Raleigh Ray spit his cup one more time. He did not do it as a sign of disrespect, but simply because he had nothing to say with his eyes filled with the vision of her radiant, hard, badass beauty.

"Oooooh... Sprechen sie Sexy?" the Ozark boy softly said to himself in a bad German accent; the rhetorical question coming out a bit louder than expected.

Raleigh Ray sat there attempting to build up the courage to approach and say something to the staff sergeant, when all the sudden a dog boy walked into the room. Momentarily the sexy sergeant was dismissed from his thoughts as his mind shifted to the bitter, sad memories of the last dog on the team. How he carried the dog's limp, lifeless body out of those caves... the memories made him ache. He hoped this one would not be so tragic.

In turn, Raleigh Ray got out of his chair and approached Augustus. "Welcome to the team." Knowing dog etiquette, he first placed his hand in front of the dog's nose to let him get his smell, and then proceeded to lightly muss the dog's fur on the top of his head between the ears. "For luck."
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Steve looked at a picture of him, his Ma and Pa before leaving his hotel.

‘Sorry Ma, there ain’t no way I’m miss’n the Christmas Tournament’

He spent the better part of his leave earning the right to take part in the tournament. The stakes were pretty high for an E-2, but a little skill and a lot of luck saw him through the preliminaries.

Tonight was the big event, and he was going to make a killing.

Stephen made his way to the Lucky Boy. The giant, neon caricature of a panting dog boy loomed ahead with its tail wagging. The door man stopped Steve as he approached.

The doorman looked Stephen up and down with distaste and said, “I’m sorry, sir, but I’ll have to ask you to step aside. Tonight is by invite only.”

“I.. uh, came to play. This’s the Christmas Tournament, right? I heard this here was the place...” Steve stammered.

An attractive, dark skinned female in a tight red dress flicked a cigarette out and patted the doorman on the shoulder, “This is our wildcard, Jimmy! Bumpkin couldn’t play to save his life but just keeps winning. I aim to end his streak, so how about you quit giving him a hard time?”

Jimmy looked at the woman and then back at Stephen and frowned, “Of course Mrs. Lynnette. I assume then that this is...” He pauses to peruse his datapad, “Mr. Phillips? Please come in and enjoy yourself. Good luck tonight.”

Lynette smiled at Jimmy and locked her arm with Steve’s as they entered the Lucky Boy.

“I was very serious, you know.” She said as she caressed his arm with her free hand, “I absolutely intend to get you back for making a fool out of me at the last tournament.”

“Uh, ok. I guess, nice to see you Lynn. Thanks for the help,” he said as she untangled her arm and made her way towards the bar.

The night’s games went well for Steve. He was rarely dealt a strong hand, but good luck and a lot of bluffing saw him to the final table.

As the competition dwindled, he was left with only Lynnette and a big dog boy in an expensive looking suit who everyone referred to as Bug Louie at the final table.

Lynette’s skill shined brightly as her opponents' chips dwindled. The game was similar to an old type of poker called Texas hold ‘em where everyone was dealt 2 cards and shared five on the table.

Steve and Lynette called while Big Louie folded. with a pair of 7’s in his hand. The flop was a nearly a bust, but a 7 kept him in the game with three of a kind.

The turn must have looked good for Lynnette as she raised a thousand credits. That was most of his remaining chips, so Stephen decided to throw caution to the wind and bet all in.

Table rules meant that if Lynette called, it had to be all in as well. Lynette grinned at Steve and matched his bet.

With a confident wink she said, “Gotcha now, Bumpkin!”

The dealer left everyone holding their breath momentarily before flipping the river over to reveal another 7!

“Hah! Ace high flush, Steve. Looks like the odds were finally against you,” Lynette couldn’t help but gloat.

When he revealed his hole cards to be a pair of 7's, making four of a kind, she threw her cards down with disgust and stormed off from the table.

Unfortunately, Big Louie proved to be a difficult opponent. No amount of luck could put him out of the game and Steve was a novice gambler at best. He settled for second place graciously.

Lynnette met up with Steve as he was cashing out his winnings and offered him a drink with a smile, “Once again, showed up by the bumpkin full of rhino-buffalo shit.”

She laughed, “If you were going to push me out, you could have at least knocked Big Louie down a peg. Oh well, it’s Christmas and all, so let’s celebrate!”

Lynnette did most of the talking, but the pair got exceptionally drunk off their winnings. Somehow they ended up back in Steve’s hotel, where he took the lead in their night of debauchery. Early the next morning, he was woken up by the sound of his door being gently closed.

With a groan he sat up and checked beside him for Lynn, but she was gone.

On the table beside him was a handwritten note, ‘Thanks for a great time, Bumpkin, and thanks for your winnings. -With Love, Lynette.”

Stephen jumped out of bed and went straight for his travel bag. He tore it apart, but the cred stick with his winnings from the Christmas Tournament was gone. She did leave him with his personal funds, however, so she apparently wasn't completely heartless.

‘Ma would be ashamed of me, lettin’ a pretty girl use me like that.’

Steve laughed it off and shrugged. He could always come back and win more.

‘Better not tell Ma I accidentally slept with a prostitute. She’d tan my hide for sure.’

Stephen returned to Fort Resilience a day early. With only a good time to show for his troubles, he decided to cut his losses and do a little training.

He watched the interview before the morning's briefing. Steve agreed that all of humanity should work together, but he wasn’t naive enough to believe it would happen. Instead, he muted the feed and recalled the Emperor’s speech fondly.

‘We’ll make Earth a safer place, even if the other kingdoms won’t. Folks like Ma and Pa deserve it.’


He subconsciously saluted the emperor. Watching the interview had caused him to lose track of the time, so Steve had to rush to the meeting to avoid being late.

Slipping into the room just after the dog boy, Stephen introduces himself, “Uh, hello. My name’s Steve. Well, no, it’s Stephen, but most folks leave out the ‘fin. Except fer ma and pa.’”

He sees the NCO and quickly snaps to attention with a salute, “Private Phillips reporting for duty, ma’am!”
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Leave off the 'fin? What the hell is this guy a fish?

After putting together his brutal English colloquialism Bouchard lets out an exasperated sigh, Another Colton. Letting someone else welcome him she just looks at him blankly, "What is your billet? With no 'fin' I assume you're not a nautical specialist."
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A Time for A Change
  • Date: January 1, 110 PA
    Time: 0630 by end of post.
    Temp: 8°, Bitterly Cold
    Weather: Mostly Cloudy, Only a light dusting of snow and plenty of ice
    Ley Line info: There are multiple ley lines in the ruins of Old Chicago 80 miles away, but none in Chi-Town itself.
    Location: Fort Resilience; Briefing Room 17-Charlie
A private enters the room behind Phillips as the NCO waves Phillips to a seat. He hands her a tablet and steps back so he cannot see its screen. She looks up at him and scowls. She glances over to the squad, seems to be looking for faces she remembers, and tosses Perry another tablet. "PFC, when the rest of your squad gets in, make sure everyone thumbprints that so I have a time stamp. Briefing is postponed until 0700. Something big just came down and the Captain and I are getting pulled away. There's a drink machine and coffee machine down the hall. Everyone had best be in this room by 0700 or there will be hell to pay."

She turns to the messenger. "Lead the way Private."

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Solène Bouchard wrote: Thu Apr 18, 2019 6:07 pm Leave off the 'fin? What the hell is this guy a fish?

After putting together his brutal English colloquialism Bouchard lets out an exasperated sigh, Another Colton. Letting someone else welcome him she just looks at him blankly, "What is your billet? With no 'fin' I assume you're not a nautical specialist."
Steve cocks his head and looks at Solène, clearly confused.

"No, uh..Ma'am. I'm a rifleman. My pa did used to take me fish'n, but I never took to it. Gator's good eat'n, though, ma'am," he responds to the woman questioning him.
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Re: A Time for A Change (December and January 1st, 110 PA)

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Location: Iron Heart

They were getting close. La Marche Noir was in his backyard again. Frost after several years still could not figure out what they were after. But it was time to leave with what information he had. Solving the details of his parents murder would have to wait for a little while longer.

Frost strode into the Flight Commander's Office the next morning. "You called for me sir?"

"Yes, Sergeant. You, Private Gregg, and your bird,"

In his deep voice, "Commander, we call her, "Tribal Thunder"."

"Sergeant, I don't care what you call "her". You all have been assigned to a Special Operations Group based at Camp Resilience. You leave immediately. Flight plans and travel time give you three days max to reach Old Chicago. Dismissed."

As Frost strode out of the Commander's office, his massive shadow passed over a smaller but still impressive figure, his pilot, Private Gregg.

"We have orders to be in Old Chicago by New Year's Eve."


Location: Old Chicago

Navigating the hellishly cold winter weather from Iron Heart to Old Chicago had been no easy feat. The cold threatened to sieze the engines. The thermals were wicked and tossed the empty craft many times, many times giving the sensation that control had been lost and crashing was immenent. Between his pilot, Private Gregg and himself, Frost they had managed to reach Old Chicago with hours to spare and nearly gliding into the landing pad on fumes.

"If your intel had not been so spot on, we would have got stuck at a desk job somewhere most likely waiting for the spring thaw." Frost pats the smaller man's shoulders and they head indoors while flight deck personell secure the helicopter.
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Re: A Time for A Change (December and January 1st, 110 PA)

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Catches the tablet, "Understood, Sir." She scans herself in then goes around to scan in everyone else present that doesn't decide to leave to get something.
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Re: A Time for A Change (December and January 1st, 110 PA)

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Raleigh Ray finished patting the new dog on the head for luck, just as the N.F.G. made his entrance. While it would have been nice to see more of the old team make their way in, he knew it was inevitable that new faces would be assigned to this unit.

He listened to the man speak as Steve (with no 'fin) made introductions, and couldn't help but be taken by the words coming out of his mouth. A slight grin crept up in the corners of Raleigh Ray's mouth as the puzzle pieces became self-evident.

"Do my ears deceive me... Fish'n? ... Gator? ... Eat'n? ... Why those sound like the words of a man from a proper part o' these lands!"

The simple Ozark boy approached with his hand extended for a respectful shake. "Steve, was it? The name is Raleigh Ray Colton. Half-assed riflemen, but mechanic extraordinaire!"
Dina Perry wrote: Mon Apr 22, 2019 7:24 pm Catches the tablet, "Understood, Sir." She scans herself in then goes around to scan in everyone else present that doesn't decide to leave to get something.
"Thank ya, Dina." Raleigh Ray said as he gave her his thumb print. "Steve, meet Dina... lil' sparkplug wit' da BIG honkin' guns!"
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Re: A Time for A Change (December and January 1st, 110 PA)

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Briefing room
Morning
Round 0

Cassandra looked up as another private entered the room. She studied the big boy. He had an accent like Colton’s. He had a rugged sort of attractiveness, like the loggers and miners or fishermen back home in Iron Heart.

Then another private entered and handed the sergeant a datapad. The sergeant quickly dismissed them until 0700 and tossed Dina a the pad.

“I wonder what’s going on,” Cassandra said, pressing her thumbprint to sign the pad.

Cass walked over to the new guy. “You said your name was Finn?” she asked. “I’m Cassandra, or Cass,” she introduced herself. “I’m the team psi-soldier.” She sounded appropriately apologetic for being a mutant and didn’t offer her hand. Many soldiers didn’t want to touch her kind and were often only belligerently tolerant of her presence. She wasn’t sure how this Finn guy felt about psychics and so kept her tone meek and submissive.
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