Perhaps it was here on the frozen banks of the Chicago river over looking the western tip of the old Lake Michigan that the legend of Commander Maverick is born. Or perhaps with the 13th driving the war effort against Geist, it was they not the Black Company that dealt her the final blow. Despite Geist's all out assault she is stopped cold. Her living fire's are snuffed out, hell hounds turned against the CEALs. The CEALs, Martians, mystic knight's and Megaversal legion are demolished.
Off in the city near one of its many tall hotels the faint sounds of battle, and a giant explosion along with accompanied smoke issues forth.
Lord Coake comes from the city center trudging across the frozen lake. He is clutching his side wounded greatly by an annotating blast. Over his shoulder is a woman unconscious and known as the leader of the Future Brigade Victoria Geist. He is tight lipped on the exact details and only says, " They were heroes." He seems exhausted and some of the fallen cyber-knight a, Justicars, whisper that they have seen the look In their own eyes that which is in Lord Coake's'.
Alex returns leading the way for the "commanders" of the troops. He exclaims with a fair amount of vengeance in his voice, " If I ever see another Dragon..." He glances at Zan, " Present company excluded of course. But whatever that dragon was it was a kind of mean I hate... Playful. Glad it went home."
Great Martian ships and Futuristic ones take off presumably with the walkers and Megaversal respectively. The CEALs are all dead their weapons having exploded in their hands killing them and anyone right close. Geist's factories are demolished in a hail of boom gun fire until nothing remains. The allied forces help the civilians out of the cold and return them to their homes with the help of FBI agent Elliot Ness. He looks around the command tent half standing and littered with deadbolt CEALs. He tips his short brimmed hat at the members of the 13th, " Well Creepers. Looks like you are the kind of God-damn heroes we needed to take out that maniac. Did we actually get her? What did the troops call you the 13th? An unlucky number if I ever heard one, but not in this case. You kicked Ass Creepers. As a point, I need to take back all these people before I can secure the area for recovery of alien technology. I would like to do both you see, but I only have man power for one or the other and the people of Chicago come first. It looks like some kind of storm, the likes we have never seen is brewing so I got to get these folks to saftey. But I can't have Creeper tech falling into the hands of the mob. I hope you get my drift." Elliot gives the members of the 13th a wink and a nod. He and his few men move out and lead the civilians around the battle field into the warm embrace of cold cold Chicago. Indeed true to his words, a storm erupts in the area, it is as many of the allied mages will tell you reminiscent of a leyline storm.
Heading out into the cold battle field is no short task, especially with a magical storm brewing, much weaponry, armor, and for the sharp eyed some great trinkets can be recovered. One thing for certain, given the amount of mystic knights present and federation of magic there should be magic items of great power littering the feild... However, that seems to not be the case, as not a single member of the fed of magic, mystic knight, MM, or otherwise is found and their gear if slight and small must have been recovered, at least to those that are unobservant. Some of the Glitter Boy pilots have a large skiff just perfect for carrying back massive amounts of salvage and they are will to pay top cred for it.
Player Directions: Hit the Step 1, Make any rolls on the HJ tables, then narrate the results. Next post will be back in Gloom in the 13th adventure post.