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CS INFORMATION ON ANTARCTICA
- Antarctica is the coldest place on Earth. The average temperature in Antarctica in the winter is minus 34.4 Celcius (minus 30 degrees Fahrenheit). The temperature in the center of Antarctica is much lower than the temperature on the coasts. The lowest temperature ever recorded in Antarctica was minus 89.4 C (minus 129 F). The highest temperature ever recorded in Antarctica was 15 C (59 F).
Antarctica has just two seasons: summer and winter. Antarctica has six months of daylight in its summer and six months of darkness in its winter.
Right now. It’s daylight for a few more months.
- Antarctica: A few documents in CS possession indicate that there was once a Golden Age space research facility located at the McMurdo-Scott station in Antarctica. With the continents frozen environment, the station might still be surprisingly intact, if it was buried by snow and ice. Getting to the South Poke is as difficult as journeying to another dimension though. However, recently a dimensional raiders group has been hitting Chi Town burbs via a portal/Rift originating from Antarctica.
A Vanguard mage has tracked the raiders back to a Frozen Ley Line, near one of the Ice Nexuses, in Antarctica. This particular D-Raider group, called the Delvers, has sacked the burbs sixteen times in two months. Joseph Prosek II and the Wayfarer Program want an end put to these raiders. Colonel Hunter decides to utilize this mission as a means of seeing how capable the new Cell team put together under Captain Baker will operate.
Priority one, destroy the Raiders. Priority two, recon the area and if possible the surrounding area. This might be the pre Rifts McMurdo-Scott station, frankly it’s just unknown what is close to the Nexus you have arrived via, other than its five mile to the raider base.
IOWA
Several CS Power Armor units escorted the CS Mark IX APC across the expanse of Iowa. From Chi Town the Special Forces escort had made sure the trip was safe for the Wayfarer team inside the APC.
Inside the APC was Archer, dressed as a ISS Officer in a dress cap and long black field coat looking mean. The six disavowed members of Baker’s Dozen Cell team. And three quiet mages who kept their distance and silence on the ride.
Archer eyed the six who were headed for Antarctica.
“I was there. It’s cold. It’s strange. The D-Raider base is only about five miles travel. You’ll be fine. Just. Don’t get distracted by the eerie sights. Watch out for Legion members and, if the ground suddenly rumbles. Be prepared for a Giant Ice Worm.”
Archer smiles.
”Once we get to the portal. Our three mage-friends over there will exit when told and open the portal to Antarctica. When they do. Jump. Go. Okay.”
Archer adjusts his cap and grins evilly with a snarl, ”Gotta get into character ha ha.”
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Private Norman Parks glanced over his shoulder. The Ley Line‘s pulsed weakly around him, crossing to form a Nexus 30 or 40 feet away amidst a mound of dirt raised by some affect of the magic energy. Leaves blew in the wind; it was past midnight, and the moon cast strange shadows throughout the forest of dark red and orange autumn trees. Private parks left his finger on the trigger of his C-27, watchful for other members of the platoon changing positions behind him, but keeping his attention focused on the trees all around – and what might come out of them.
He flinched as a birch snapped nearby, training his weapon on the noise, ready for some creature to come to investigate the Rift. Branches shook, and the two other Dead Boys neatest him automatically pointed their rifles as well and held, tense. A big, bipedal figure stepped out of the darkness. He waited to fire.
It was a Terror Trooper, Coalition States power armor. Parks relaxed his grip on the gun. Following it was a Mark IX APC which emerged from the tree line next, leaving a track in its wake through the muddy Iowa Forest, followed by two more power armor suits. Parks and his infantry unit had been helicoptered out to the remote location, and he thought they were alone, all the way out here. They have been told nothing about the rendezvous.
Their lieutenant knew something, though. He waved the little convoy in, exchanged a few words with the lead power armor commando, then returned to the perimeter they had established around the Rift. Parks could see special forces markings on the big suits of mechanical armor – something was up.
He kept his eyes and the barrel of his weapon pointed towards the dark trees, but his curiosity had been piqued. The special forces troops in the armor set up a ring of visual obstacles around them, big sheets of black plastic on folding stands. Despite the cover, Parks couldn’t help but sneak scattered glances back at what was happening:
More special forces soldiers climbing out of the APC.
An officer in a dress cap and long black field coat yelling orders.
Several captives pulled from the vehicle – looked like a few magic users.
The officer walked out of the site blocks, and parks could just overhear him tell the lieutenant to get the troops ‘back another 20 feet.’ He had an intelligence division patch on his uniform – not a common site out in the field.
Park saw small snippets, the magic users were being pushed towards the ley lines, followed by heavily laden soldiers in non-CS armor who jumped down from the APC.
Parks didn’t realize he was staring now, But he could have sworn he saw one of them jump into the rift, disappearing in a flash.
The Intel officer in the field coat was suddenly in his face. Sinister, gray, expressionless. Parks hadn’t even noticed the man.
”What are you looking at private?”
“Nothing sir!”
“That is correct!”
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Baker’s Cell disappeared through the Rift from Iowa to Antarctica.
Several CS Power Armor units escorted the CS Mark IX APC across the expanse of Iowa. From Chi Town the Special Forces escort had made sure the trip was safe for the Wayfarer team inside the APC.
Inside the APC was Archer, dressed as a ISS Officer in a dress cap and long black field coat looking mean. The six disavowed members of Baker’s Dozen Cell team. And three quiet mages who kept their distance and silence on the ride.
Archer eyed the six who were headed for Antarctica.
“I was there. It’s cold. It’s strange. The D-Raider base is only about five miles travel. You’ll be fine. Just. Don’t get distracted by the eerie sights. Watch out for Legion members and, if the ground suddenly rumbles. Be prepared for a Giant Ice Worm.”
Archer smiles.
”Once we get to the portal. Our three mage-friends over there will exit when told and open the portal to Antarctica. When they do. Jump. Go. Okay.”
Archer adjusts his cap and grins evilly with a snarl, ”Gotta get into character ha ha.”
__________________
Private Norman Parks glanced over his shoulder. The Ley Line‘s pulsed weakly around him, crossing to form a Nexus 30 or 40 feet away amidst a mound of dirt raised by some affect of the magic energy. Leaves blew in the wind; it was past midnight, and the moon cast strange shadows throughout the forest of dark red and orange autumn trees. Private parks left his finger on the trigger of his C-27, watchful for other members of the platoon changing positions behind him, but keeping his attention focused on the trees all around – and what might come out of them.
He flinched as a birch snapped nearby, training his weapon on the noise, ready for some creature to come to investigate the Rift. Branches shook, and the two other Dead Boys neatest him automatically pointed their rifles as well and held, tense. A big, bipedal figure stepped out of the darkness. He waited to fire.
It was a Terror Trooper, Coalition States power armor. Parks relaxed his grip on the gun. Following it was a Mark IX APC which emerged from the tree line next, leaving a track in its wake through the muddy Iowa Forest, followed by two more power armor suits. Parks and his infantry unit had been helicoptered out to the remote location, and he thought they were alone, all the way out here. They have been told nothing about the rendezvous.
Their lieutenant knew something, though. He waved the little convoy in, exchanged a few words with the lead power armor commando, then returned to the perimeter they had established around the Rift. Parks could see special forces markings on the big suits of mechanical armor – something was up.
He kept his eyes and the barrel of his weapon pointed towards the dark trees, but his curiosity had been piqued. The special forces troops in the armor set up a ring of visual obstacles around them, big sheets of black plastic on folding stands. Despite the cover, Parks couldn’t help but sneak scattered glances back at what was happening:
More special forces soldiers climbing out of the APC.
An officer in a dress cap and long black field coat yelling orders.
Several captives pulled from the vehicle – looked like a few magic users.
The officer walked out of the site blocks, and parks could just overhear him tell the lieutenant to get the troops ‘back another 20 feet.’ He had an intelligence division patch on his uniform – not a common site out in the field.
Park saw small snippets, the magic users were being pushed towards the ley lines, followed by heavily laden soldiers in non-CS armor who jumped down from the APC.
Parks didn’t realize he was staring now, But he could have sworn he saw one of them jump into the rift, disappearing in a flash.
The Intel officer in the field coat was suddenly in his face. Sinister, gray, expressionless. Parks hadn’t even noticed the man.
”What are you looking at private?”
“Nothing sir!”
“That is correct!”
__________________
Baker’s Cell disappeared through the Rift from Iowa to Antarctica.
THE SOUTH POLE
Landing this side of the portal ... at the South Pole.
Snow covered everything. To say it was cold. Was an incredible understatement. Even with the sun shining down, causing glare and extreme brightness... the cold reigned.
Whether by pure magic or a side effect of Earth's geography, several major ley lines appeared to converge directly here at the south pole. Where they meet, was definitely a super nexus, larger than St. Louis (the Devils Archway). The strangeness of it all. Alien birds, bugs and other flying creatures cavorted about in the cold air, hundreds more lay in frozen death on the ice and snow for miles around the area. As if once the creatures that came through the open portal succumbed to the frozen wasteland, they dropped dead.
The silence is broken by a curse.
”Damn it Chad the water in my canteen froze! How long we gunna be here?”
Not a hundred feet away from you, as you all step through the Rift is a group of eight warriors and their APC all facing away from you. They don’t seem to have noticed you as of yet. The six of you can hide and develop a plan.
Snow covered everything. To say it was cold. Was an incredible understatement. Even with the sun shining down, causing glare and extreme brightness... the cold reigned.
Whether by pure magic or a side effect of Earth's geography, several major ley lines appeared to converge directly here at the south pole. Where they meet, was definitely a super nexus, larger than St. Louis (the Devils Archway). The strangeness of it all. Alien birds, bugs and other flying creatures cavorted about in the cold air, hundreds more lay in frozen death on the ice and snow for miles around the area. As if once the creatures that came through the open portal succumbed to the frozen wasteland, they dropped dead.
The silence is broken by a curse.
”Damn it Chad the water in my canteen froze! How long we gunna be here?”
Not a hundred feet away from you, as you all step through the Rift is a group of eight warriors and their APC all facing away from you. They don’t seem to have noticed you as of yet. The six of you can hide and develop a plan.
APC INFO
NG-AT46 Mammoth APC
Cargo Bay*: Mods 8 configured as Cargo Space, open-air (Exposed Crew), 32 ton carry limit.
Weapons: Medium Rail Gun (Turret), Light Laser (Front Sponson), 2×Anti-Personnel Ion Blasters (Left and Right Sponsons)
There are Tomorrow Legion markings on the APC. The eight people with it are all outside it. Bundled up for the weather you are unsure what “class” they might be. Juicer? Shifter? Borg? They are armed and armored for sure.
- Size: 8 (Huge)
- Handling: +0
- Top Speed: 90 MPH
- Toughness: 46 (24)
- Crew: 5+20
- Mods: 0*
Cargo Bay*: Mods 8 configured as Cargo Space, open-air (Exposed Crew), 32 ton carry limit.
Weapons: Medium Rail Gun (Turret), Light Laser (Front Sponson), 2×Anti-Personnel Ion Blasters (Left and Right Sponsons)
There are Tomorrow Legion markings on the APC. The eight people with it are all outside it. Bundled up for the weather you are unsure what “class” they might be. Juicer? Shifter? Borg? They are armed and armored for sure.
NOW
** You can post here IC as you discuss options. You can talk quietly and don’t have to worry about being seen. If you can’t explain in character feel free to use OOC or Discord.The APC and eight people milling about it haven’t noticed you yet. They look ready for a fight but not immediately ready to jump into combat. They are packing some items into the APC and finishing a meal, looking like they will head out in the next feel minutes.
You need to travel roughly five miles to get to where the D-Raiders base of operations is. Sneak past these Legionnaires and go on foot to the Raiders base? Attack the Legionaries and steal the APC? Something else? I suggest you develop a plan. Recon? If skulls are needed roll them otherwise RP away. Thank you. Then when ready let me know, either by posting In Character or via Discord. If you attack you have the Drop and go first. What do you do?
You need to travel roughly five miles to get to where the D-Raiders base of operations is. Sneak past these Legionnaires and go on foot to the Raiders base? Attack the Legionaries and steal the APC? Something else? I suggest you develop a plan. Recon? If skulls are needed roll them otherwise RP away. Thank you. Then when ready let me know, either by posting In Character or via Discord. If you attack you have the Drop and go first. What do you do?