And so the group gets on the road again, heading to the town of Peel, and then the rest of the way. They don't have many adventures, as such, but they do get a lot done....
Hell & Gone: On the Road Again
Hell & Gone: On the Road Again
Montcrief goes down to double-check on the deliveries being packed away properly. He also shows SnackHappy the cargo container holding the components for a dock-crane to be delivered to Peel. "You should probably help them set it up, as well as any other duties you care to perform. Alright, then, off you go. Enjoy the easy job."
And so the group gets on the road again, heading to the town of Peel, and then the rest of the way. They don't have many adventures, as such, but they do get a lot done....
And so the group gets on the road again, heading to the town of Peel, and then the rest of the way. They don't have many adventures, as such, but they do get a lot done....
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Re: Hell & Gone: On the Road Again
Roath
My card was love.
The Bull Shouls area intrigues Roath. It's simply beautiful here. He has not really had a lot of time to explore Earth beyond Atlantis and the east coast of North America. He only ventured out to Castle Refuge for Sir Sayeen's funeral.
Roath wonders why he has bothered to join the Legion. It's all been death and killing so far, just like everywhere else he goes. Over eighty years of killing and death.
Standing on the shore overlooking the water, joints aching, the old Line Walker sees three individuals making their way towards him along the shore line. Reflexively Roath places his hand on the hilt of his greater flame blade.
Watching as the three come closer he sees they are obviously from the town, mother, father and child swinging between the parents. Roath chuckles as he sees the young kid laughing and swinging from his parents arms.
As they pass by the old man the father says to Roath, "Thank you Sir, all of you Legionnaires, thank you."
Roath smiles and nods at them as they walk past. He hears the youngster ask his loving parents, who was that black man?
Roath turns to walk back to town as the father tells his son about the heroes of the Legion.
Its strange being loved by the people instead of feared.
My card was love.
The Bull Shouls area intrigues Roath. It's simply beautiful here. He has not really had a lot of time to explore Earth beyond Atlantis and the east coast of North America. He only ventured out to Castle Refuge for Sir Sayeen's funeral.
Roath wonders why he has bothered to join the Legion. It's all been death and killing so far, just like everywhere else he goes. Over eighty years of killing and death.
Standing on the shore overlooking the water, joints aching, the old Line Walker sees three individuals making their way towards him along the shore line. Reflexively Roath places his hand on the hilt of his greater flame blade.
Watching as the three come closer he sees they are obviously from the town, mother, father and child swinging between the parents. Roath chuckles as he sees the young kid laughing and swinging from his parents arms.
As they pass by the old man the father says to Roath, "Thank you Sir, all of you Legionnaires, thank you."
Roath smiles and nods at them as they walk past. He hears the youngster ask his loving parents, who was that black man?
Roath turns to walk back to town as the father tells his son about the heroes of the Legion.
Its strange being loved by the people instead of feared.
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Re: Hell & Gone: On the Road Again
VICTORY!!!
Small towns. They are the same around the megaverse. Artemeisia has seen an uncountable number. It's not that she looks down on the people. She has nothing but respect for those who can eek out a meaningful live in the areas in between. What she doesn't like, the worst part, is that they are dull beyond hope. The people, steadfast, hard working, maybe shady on occasion, are not typically creative or well learned.
They are also typically not worthy opponents. She espouses a sense of honor, and to a degree she believes in it. Drawing swords, or even half blind, pistols, against one of these yokels would be the same as murder.
Sitting in one of the drinking holes in one of towns, the rest of the SET having wondered off, Artemeisia was enjoying a drink of her own. Her brain was still partially processing the full scale battle recently and piecing it together with the research from the Legion's libraries. While not unaware, she certainly wasn't focused on her environment.
She still has no idea, and probably never will, why the local ruffian took offense at whatever she did. He got in her face. He tried to push her down (but couldn't). He tried to goad her into a fight (but couldn't). This was the type of fellow Artemeisia knew she could cut down with her good eye closed. She wouldn't do that. So while the guy tried to figure out his next move, she stepped up close and stared him in the eye (only one, it would have to do).
"You, citizen, are an emotional cripple. Arcturian buffalo excrement has more worth than your pathetic soul. You are ugly. I do not care about whatever bile you think you have to expel." Not her best, but she presses on, stepping even closer, her voice now a whisper. "You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded, you are morally reprehensible, vulgar, stupid, with no determinable expertise and you smell. You're not even interesting enough to make me sick." She doesn't let up, "So, let me explain it to you in simple terms you might possibly have a chance at understanding. Your wretched person is not worthy of my sword, my boot, or my time." With a slight motion of her chin she says, "Now run along."
Small towns. They are the same around the megaverse. Artemeisia has seen an uncountable number. It's not that she looks down on the people. She has nothing but respect for those who can eek out a meaningful live in the areas in between. What she doesn't like, the worst part, is that they are dull beyond hope. The people, steadfast, hard working, maybe shady on occasion, are not typically creative or well learned.
They are also typically not worthy opponents. She espouses a sense of honor, and to a degree she believes in it. Drawing swords, or even half blind, pistols, against one of these yokels would be the same as murder.
Sitting in one of the drinking holes in one of towns, the rest of the SET having wondered off, Artemeisia was enjoying a drink of her own. Her brain was still partially processing the full scale battle recently and piecing it together with the research from the Legion's libraries. While not unaware, she certainly wasn't focused on her environment.
She still has no idea, and probably never will, why the local ruffian took offense at whatever she did. He got in her face. He tried to push her down (but couldn't). He tried to goad her into a fight (but couldn't). This was the type of fellow Artemeisia knew she could cut down with her good eye closed. She wouldn't do that. So while the guy tried to figure out his next move, she stepped up close and stared him in the eye (only one, it would have to do).
"You, citizen, are an emotional cripple. Arcturian buffalo excrement has more worth than your pathetic soul. You are ugly. I do not care about whatever bile you think you have to expel." Not her best, but she presses on, stepping even closer, her voice now a whisper. "You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded, you are morally reprehensible, vulgar, stupid, with no determinable expertise and you smell. You're not even interesting enough to make me sick." She doesn't let up, "So, let me explain it to you in simple terms you might possibly have a chance at understanding. Your wretched person is not worthy of my sword, my boot, or my time." With a slight motion of her chin she says, "Now run along."
Artemeisia Harpe Discipula
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Bennies: 1
Pace: 6 ; Parry: 8 6; Toughness: 7 / w/ armor 13 (5)
Worn Armor: SFD Bushman Full Composite Armor
Weapon in Hand: R.Hand: Chain-Longsword, L.Hand Wilks 227 Pulse Laser Pistol
"Unless the enemy has studied his Agrippa… which I have." - Inigo Montoya
"Well then, I seem to recall a rather pleasant little restaurant not far from here. Care to see if it's still standing?" - Ciaphas Cain
"Excuse me, did we come to your planet and blow stuff up?" - Nick Fury
Re: Hell & Gone: On the Road Again
Interlude: Victory -- for a benny
The trip so far had been mostly uneventful. Zakkael took occasional aerial wanderings to survey the countryside, but this was truly turning out to be the milk run it was advertised to be. That changed, ever so slightly, in Oakland. The town had recently fallen victim to an epidemic. The victims hacked and coughed until their bodies were weak, and fevers were widespread. While they were flush with standard medicines, they couldn't seem to find a cure for the malady. No fatalities had been reported yet, but the majority of the workers at the local logging operation had fallen ill, to the point that the operation couldn't fill a single shift. The mayor, Marcus Lynch, cared deeply for his people, and had exhausted every measure he could think of. When the 7th SET arrived at the outskirts, they found the town greeted them with posted signs warning of a quarantine, and urging any travelers to avoid the area.
Yes, Gabriel. I see it. This is no simple affliction. Yes, Gabriel, I will. All glory to the Light.
He turns to his friends. "There is healing in the Light. Allow me." Leaving the rest of the 7th SET at the border of the town, he takes wing, shouting to the townsfolk. "The Light of Heaven has sent me to unburden you from this sickness! Come to me in the center of town, all you who are stricken with this malady. The Light is merciful, and through Heaven's humble servant, you shall be made whole." The people of Oakland, desperate for relief from this mysterious illness, hesitated at first. Any and all reasonable medical efforts had been exhausted. Zakkael sought out the mayor, who had begun to exhibit signs of the illness, and pulled him into as conspicuous a location as could be found.
"My friend, you need not suffer any longer under this malady. Let the Light restore you!" Laying his hands on the mayor, Zakkael mutters a prayer to Heaven. Bathed in a holy light, the mayor straightens his posture and breathes freely. The spark of life returns to his eyes, and he begins leaping for joy. He shouts out to his fellow townsfolk to come out. One by one, those who could still walk made their way to Zakkael. He gathers a number of them together and mutters his prayers over the lot. Holy light, instant relief. He continues most of the afternoon, seeking out those who could not leave their beds.
Once the village was relieved of their burdens, the mayor and some of the leaders of the logging operation went to show their gratitude. Zakkael stops them as they approach. "There is no need to thank me. It was not I who did this. The Light of Heaven shows mercy when it is needed most. Medicine, though, would never have cured this illness, for it was not a physical condition. An evil presence had tainted the town. This was a spiritual attack. I have not determined the purpose, but the designs of the enemy will always be unmade once the Light shines upon them. Tell your people to resume their work."
Satisfied with having banished the evil at work, the 7th SET takes respite and prepares for the next leg of their journey.
The trip so far had been mostly uneventful. Zakkael took occasional aerial wanderings to survey the countryside, but this was truly turning out to be the milk run it was advertised to be. That changed, ever so slightly, in Oakland. The town had recently fallen victim to an epidemic. The victims hacked and coughed until their bodies were weak, and fevers were widespread. While they were flush with standard medicines, they couldn't seem to find a cure for the malady. No fatalities had been reported yet, but the majority of the workers at the local logging operation had fallen ill, to the point that the operation couldn't fill a single shift. The mayor, Marcus Lynch, cared deeply for his people, and had exhausted every measure he could think of. When the 7th SET arrived at the outskirts, they found the town greeted them with posted signs warning of a quarantine, and urging any travelers to avoid the area.
Yes, Gabriel. I see it. This is no simple affliction. Yes, Gabriel, I will. All glory to the Light.
He turns to his friends. "There is healing in the Light. Allow me." Leaving the rest of the 7th SET at the border of the town, he takes wing, shouting to the townsfolk. "The Light of Heaven has sent me to unburden you from this sickness! Come to me in the center of town, all you who are stricken with this malady. The Light is merciful, and through Heaven's humble servant, you shall be made whole." The people of Oakland, desperate for relief from this mysterious illness, hesitated at first. Any and all reasonable medical efforts had been exhausted. Zakkael sought out the mayor, who had begun to exhibit signs of the illness, and pulled him into as conspicuous a location as could be found.
"My friend, you need not suffer any longer under this malady. Let the Light restore you!" Laying his hands on the mayor, Zakkael mutters a prayer to Heaven. Bathed in a holy light, the mayor straightens his posture and breathes freely. The spark of life returns to his eyes, and he begins leaping for joy. He shouts out to his fellow townsfolk to come out. One by one, those who could still walk made their way to Zakkael. He gathers a number of them together and mutters his prayers over the lot. Holy light, instant relief. He continues most of the afternoon, seeking out those who could not leave their beds.
Once the village was relieved of their burdens, the mayor and some of the leaders of the logging operation went to show their gratitude. Zakkael stops them as they approach. "There is no need to thank me. It was not I who did this. The Light of Heaven shows mercy when it is needed most. Medicine, though, would never have cured this illness, for it was not a physical condition. An evil presence had tainted the town. This was a spiritual attack. I have not determined the purpose, but the designs of the enemy will always be unmade once the Light shines upon them. Tell your people to resume their work."
Satisfied with having banished the evil at work, the 7th SET takes respite and prepares for the next leg of their journey.
Zakkael
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Re: Hell & Gone: On the Road Again
Human culture, particularly here in this new land, is still a mystery to Herra. Truth be told, her native culture is also a mystery, having been forced into slavery as a child. All she knows is the culture of the fighting pits: don’t resist the master, kill or be killed, find a pack. These are Herra’s touchstones. She also knows there is more. She has seen it in small acts of kindness, in Spider’s sacrifice to free her, and in the Tomorrow Legion. But, never has this longing for more been awakened as much as in a logging community in rural Arkansas named Anderson.
The town, such as it is, was named for the last name of the founder who settled in the area sometime during the dark ages. Some people farmed, some people fished, most people worked in the saw mill - a relic of a thing kept together by grit and tenacity more than technology. The lumber is sold up and down the river to both CS Arkansas and the Legion. The mill also has the reputation as being a death trap. Each year more than one villager meets their maker while working the mill. Those that don’t die usually can’t afford, or find, proper medical care for their injuries.
While lumber negotiations droned on Herra left the room, business dealings sound a lot like slave auction to her. Strolling along the river walk - a dirt path that roughly followed the river - she happens upon a small farm. The sign on the gate simply says Sanctuary. From the path she can see men and women with various injuries and disfigurations working in the farm yard. An ingenious rig allows a man with one leg to drive the farm tractor.
He drives better than I do, Herra thinks with a sigh. While she is watching a man falls from the farm tractor hitting his head hard. People gather around in the commotion and a woman comes running from the farmhouse with a small first aid kit. Wanting to help, Herra strolls up the lane. She can feel their eyes shift from the accident to her. Painfully aware of their stares she continues to walk toward the scene. Ignoring the man’s plight, Herra looks at the woman caring for him. She doesn’t appear to suffer from injuries like the others, but her face is awash with compassion.The woman with the first aid kit looks up, “Well, don’t just stand there gaping. Help me.”
Jolted into action Herra lays hands on the fallen man - immediately healing his injuries. He rouses quickly, much to the relief of everyone nearby. With much thanks Herra is invited to stay for supper. The meal is hearty but simply, mostly all grown on the small farm. The group are accident survivors from the mill. The woman, Annie, started taking in injured mill workers after her husband died in an accident as well. Listening to their stories, Herra is fixated on Annie. The young psychic cannot comprehend why the woman would care for these people. In the world of slaves, these poor broken souls, would be used as food stock for monsters, but here they are cared for by someone who doesn’t even share their plight.
Finally, as they clean up from dinner. Herra asks the question that is burning on her mind, “Why do you care for these people, Annie? Does the mill pay you to serve them?” The woman smiles broadly, genuinely happy, “Pay me? Heavens no. I do it because no one else does.”
Furrowing her brow Herra shakes her head trying to make sense of it all, “To care for others. To show kindness when it is not required. It’s extraordinary, and I have only experienced it once in my life but cannot find words to express it. How do you describe it?”
That’s easy, Annie replies quickly, “I call it love.”
The town, such as it is, was named for the last name of the founder who settled in the area sometime during the dark ages. Some people farmed, some people fished, most people worked in the saw mill - a relic of a thing kept together by grit and tenacity more than technology. The lumber is sold up and down the river to both CS Arkansas and the Legion. The mill also has the reputation as being a death trap. Each year more than one villager meets their maker while working the mill. Those that don’t die usually can’t afford, or find, proper medical care for their injuries.
While lumber negotiations droned on Herra left the room, business dealings sound a lot like slave auction to her. Strolling along the river walk - a dirt path that roughly followed the river - she happens upon a small farm. The sign on the gate simply says Sanctuary. From the path she can see men and women with various injuries and disfigurations working in the farm yard. An ingenious rig allows a man with one leg to drive the farm tractor.
He drives better than I do, Herra thinks with a sigh. While she is watching a man falls from the farm tractor hitting his head hard. People gather around in the commotion and a woman comes running from the farmhouse with a small first aid kit. Wanting to help, Herra strolls up the lane. She can feel their eyes shift from the accident to her. Painfully aware of their stares she continues to walk toward the scene. Ignoring the man’s plight, Herra looks at the woman caring for him. She doesn’t appear to suffer from injuries like the others, but her face is awash with compassion.The woman with the first aid kit looks up, “Well, don’t just stand there gaping. Help me.”
Jolted into action Herra lays hands on the fallen man - immediately healing his injuries. He rouses quickly, much to the relief of everyone nearby. With much thanks Herra is invited to stay for supper. The meal is hearty but simply, mostly all grown on the small farm. The group are accident survivors from the mill. The woman, Annie, started taking in injured mill workers after her husband died in an accident as well. Listening to their stories, Herra is fixated on Annie. The young psychic cannot comprehend why the woman would care for these people. In the world of slaves, these poor broken souls, would be used as food stock for monsters, but here they are cared for by someone who doesn’t even share their plight.
Finally, as they clean up from dinner. Herra asks the question that is burning on her mind, “Why do you care for these people, Annie? Does the mill pay you to serve them?” The woman smiles broadly, genuinely happy, “Pay me? Heavens no. I do it because no one else does.”
Furrowing her brow Herra shakes her head trying to make sense of it all, “To care for others. To show kindness when it is not required. It’s extraordinary, and I have only experienced it once in my life but cannot find words to express it. How do you describe it?”
That’s easy, Annie replies quickly, “I call it love.”
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Re: Hell & Gone: On the Road Again
Looking around the village the team assessed the damage as they entered. The villagers looked incredibly distrustful obviously having been the targets of armed bandits already.
Soon the bravest of them approached the group her face showing hints of fear and determination. “We have nothing here for you to steal, the last group already took everything.”
Echo spoke up on behalf of the group. “We are not hear to steal anything mam. We would like to offer help.
Who did this, who sacked your village?”
The woman did not relax at all as she spoke still wary of any deception. “It was The Tomorrow Legion. They showed up yesterday and told us the help they gave was not really free and someone had to pay for all the supplies it took to run their efforts. They would not listen when we told them we had nothing to pay them with. So they had their way around town, took whatever they wanted and shot the place up for our ‘mouthing off’. The last part said with resentment. “The Legion has always been helpful to us in the past, I don’t understand.”
The group conferred on this information and decided what to do asking Echo to talk to the woman as she was the most capable of getting someone to relax. “Mam, I that was not the legion. My friends here will go get your supplies back and bring those bandits back here for justice. I will stay and help you rebuild and see what we can do to help.”
The Lady looked at her suspiciously “And why would you do that?”
“Because mam, I am Echo and we really are with The Tomorrow Legion, and we really do help people.” The strength and conviction in Echo’s voice was enough for the lady to lower her guard a bit. But she was unwilling to become friendly yet.
“I guess, you can help out, but we are ready now. I am Mariah Sandalwood.” Looking a little surprised as if she did not know she was going to give them a chance she moved and allowed the Team by.
The work was the kind of hard work that left you feeling good at the end of the day. Enough fatigue in your muscles to know they were used, but not enough to be painful and slow you down.
Echo spent the time doing the kind of work others would be less capable of mending holes in walls, building rough structures for them to finish in their own time. “I am not much as a craftsman, but I can do the rough shapes and let your people finish them as needed.”
The meager first aid skills also came in handy as she was able to provide basic medical services to many of the towns people who were injured during the previous night's raid.
When the team returned with the bandits the villagers placed them on trial. Sentencing two of the men to death for rape and the rest they of the survivors they flogged and sent away stripped of supplies.
Between the efforts of the team to capture the villains who had committed the travesty and Echo’s work to help rebuild the villagers grew to trust the team. The Tomorrow Legion’s reputation having been restored as they understood Echo was telling the truth. The Legion really would not commit such travesties, but instead wishes to fight those who do.
Soon the bravest of them approached the group her face showing hints of fear and determination. “We have nothing here for you to steal, the last group already took everything.”
Echo spoke up on behalf of the group. “We are not hear to steal anything mam. We would like to offer help.
Who did this, who sacked your village?”
The woman did not relax at all as she spoke still wary of any deception. “It was The Tomorrow Legion. They showed up yesterday and told us the help they gave was not really free and someone had to pay for all the supplies it took to run their efforts. They would not listen when we told them we had nothing to pay them with. So they had their way around town, took whatever they wanted and shot the place up for our ‘mouthing off’. The last part said with resentment. “The Legion has always been helpful to us in the past, I don’t understand.”
The group conferred on this information and decided what to do asking Echo to talk to the woman as she was the most capable of getting someone to relax. “Mam, I that was not the legion. My friends here will go get your supplies back and bring those bandits back here for justice. I will stay and help you rebuild and see what we can do to help.”
The Lady looked at her suspiciously “And why would you do that?”
“Because mam, I am Echo and we really are with The Tomorrow Legion, and we really do help people.” The strength and conviction in Echo’s voice was enough for the lady to lower her guard a bit. But she was unwilling to become friendly yet.
“I guess, you can help out, but we are ready now. I am Mariah Sandalwood.” Looking a little surprised as if she did not know she was going to give them a chance she moved and allowed the Team by.
The work was the kind of hard work that left you feeling good at the end of the day. Enough fatigue in your muscles to know they were used, but not enough to be painful and slow you down.
Echo spent the time doing the kind of work others would be less capable of mending holes in walls, building rough structures for them to finish in their own time. “I am not much as a craftsman, but I can do the rough shapes and let your people finish them as needed.”
The meager first aid skills also came in handy as she was able to provide basic medical services to many of the towns people who were injured during the previous night's raid.
When the team returned with the bandits the villagers placed them on trial. Sentencing two of the men to death for rape and the rest they of the survivors they flogged and sent away stripped of supplies.
Between the efforts of the team to capture the villains who had committed the travesty and Echo’s work to help rebuild the villagers grew to trust the team. The Tomorrow Legion’s reputation having been restored as they understood Echo was telling the truth. The Legion really would not commit such travesties, but instead wishes to fight those who do.
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Re: Hell & Gone: On the Road Again
Strolling down the street with the package in tow while taking it to its final destination, a small warehouse in the seedier part of town. Snackhappy spots a couple men heading into a small cafe. Odd... those clothes seem awful warm for this time of year. Maybe some weird DB thinks this place is cold.
After dropping the package off Jacob makes his way past the same cafe. Horrified there are now many people standing around outside. Jacob climbs out from Sasha to go and take a closer look. Weaving through the crowd he gets to the front. He talks his way past the barricade and to the detective. "Detective, what happened here? Is there any way I can help?"
The detective frowns as he is clearly distraught by the situation."A couple of men were spotted entering the building wearing some heavy coats. They apparently came in and had a meal, then they began shooting. So far my reports are telling me that these guys have already left town. My boys tell me you're with the Tomorrow Legion is that right? If so we could use some help tracking them down."
"Yes sir, that's correct. I will do what I can so that perhaps their families can get some justice." The rest of the day and most of the trip Jacob spends his free time looking for any clues as to where they might have gone. I wish I would have looked into it sooner. Those families would still have their loved ones.
After dropping the package off Jacob makes his way past the same cafe. Horrified there are now many people standing around outside. Jacob climbs out from Sasha to go and take a closer look. Weaving through the crowd he gets to the front. He talks his way past the barricade and to the detective. "Detective, what happened here? Is there any way I can help?"
The detective frowns as he is clearly distraught by the situation."A couple of men were spotted entering the building wearing some heavy coats. They apparently came in and had a meal, then they began shooting. So far my reports are telling me that these guys have already left town. My boys tell me you're with the Tomorrow Legion is that right? If so we could use some help tracking them down."
"Yes sir, that's correct. I will do what I can so that perhaps their families can get some justice." The rest of the day and most of the trip Jacob spends his free time looking for any clues as to where they might have gone. I wish I would have looked into it sooner. Those families would still have their loved ones.
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Re: Hell & Gone: On the Road Again
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Castle Refuge, four hours ago:During the mess hall breakfast for unassigned recruits, Chief Ossana "Joker" Wilde strides through the doors with a 'bang', lit cigar in one hand and hip-flask in another. Trailing behind her is the violet-skinned, white-haired D-Bee, Montcrief, who serves as her personal attache. She looks around the mess hall, glancing at the open folders Montcrief is holding out, and then uses the cigar to point from the doorway. "You!" The first jab is at a particularly mangy looking Dogboy known as Growler. "And you!" This time, the jab is towards the Legion's first Zapper, a close-shorn human called Calyx. "Congratulations! You're both part of the 7th Set. Welcome to the Jokers! Your packs are being loaded onto a transport now, get down to the motor pool and follow instructions. Get moving!" She storms out before you can even put down your eating utensils, but thankfully, Montcrief hangs back a bit.
"I'll walk you both down. Here's the mission briefing. The 7th has been on a good-will tour of the towns around the eastern edge of Bull Shoals lake, and should be arriving in Dugginsville later today. We're going to be getting you there by ferry so you can team up with them, as a couple of members apparently had other affairs to take care of. It should be an easy first mission--you're going to be helping the town with a wild boar infestation, possibly of supernatural origin. Here's your mission briefing, including your orders to deliver to Specialist First Class Artemesia Discipula--she's your field commander."
As he leads you down to the motor pool, you have the opportunity to ask questions. Once there, he points to an open-topped dune-buggy-type vehicle that does, indeed, have any gear you had stored in the recruit barracks already loaded on the back. "Corporal Jones will get you to the ferry landing; once there, the ferryman, a civilian named Paulette Drew will be taking you across the waters; Dugginsville is right on the dock, so your arrival should coincide with the others."
Corporal Langston Jones is a blond-haired man with an easy grin, wearing sunglasses. He welcomes you aboard, and as soon as you are in your seats, he starts the engine, taking an off-road route straight to the lake, and driving only a little bit along the beach to get to the ferry landing. There, you meet Paulette Drew (call me "Skipper"), a red-headed woman standing next to a large, open-topped hovercraft with three huge fans on the back and a dual-mounted laser cannon on the front; the entire contraption is clearly a techno-wizard design, apparently controlled by a single free-standing gem-encrusted joystick-like staff in the center of the boat. She gets your gear stacked onboard and secured with cloth netting, has Growler take the shotgun seat behind the laser, with Calyx having his choice of the others, and then immediately gets you moving at what can only be fairly described as 'breakneck' speed. And when she adjusts course to track along a Ley Line above the water, the force of the sudden acceleration slams you both into your seats.
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There's a brief moment where you have to divert course around some sort of giant serpentine beast, but she shouts over the wind for both of you to stand down. "Shoally behaves better if you don't piss her off." Other than that, things are fairly quiet on the trip.Pulling up to the docks at Dugginsville, she lets you off with a cheerful wave. The bemused dockmaster helps you ashore, and says he heard the rest of the team was due any minute. "Glad to see you here. I'm probably the only one not suffering because of the damn pigs, least not directly. Mayor Petrovik's about to rally the townsfolk who are up to help the hunt. You should head to the northeast gate. Caleb!" A gap-toothed youth comes running up. "Take these good folks to the northeast gate so they can hook up with the other Legionnaires when they get here." Caleb grins at you both (though probably more Calyx than Growler) and skips on ahead.
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Dugginsville, Now
You've had to let two of your teammates stay behind at different towns along the way--they got embroiled in personal matters there, and you had a mission to complete. You radioed back to Castle Refuge both times, and were informed by Montcrief that Wilde's orders remained unchanged--proceed to Dugginsville, kill some pigs, come home.
As you pull into Dugginsville after the long drive, you can't help but notice the badly damaged farmland surrounding the town. Crops are trampled, orchard trees are missing patches of bark, and the narrow stream you passed over on your way in was muddy and sluggish, as if there were obstructions upstream. A small band of men and women armed with a hodgepodge of weaponry has assembled near the edge of the town, and one of them is speaking to the rest of the crowd. As you come into view, the speaker, a middle-aged, dark-haired man with a full beard and a bit of a paunch, visibly sighs in relief and waves you to park near the crowd.
"Alright, everyone, this is the crew from the Tomorrow Legion I told you was coming." He looks to you as the crowd quiets down to listen. "Hi, I'm Camus Petrovik, mayor of Dugginsville. As you've probably noticed, we're dealing with a bit of a crisis, here. Wild boar aren't uncommon in these parts, of course, but usually you just get a handful; there's been dozens of them, all of a sudden, for the past few months, and they're way more aggressive than usual, too." He shakes his head. "Dunno why, but I do know that if this keeps up, we're going to have to, ah, accept help from the Coalition." Several townsfolk, including some obvious D-Bees, look less than thrilled about that idea. "I'd prefer to avoid it, of course, because, well, that kind of help usually means some other involvement, as well. Now, we've managed to get some food stores put away, and if we can stop these swine from damaging the land, we might be able to get a bit of extra food from a late harvest--it'd be tight, but we could survive. So if you can drive these pigs off, maybe even figure out what's behind all this, we'd be very grateful, and would regard the Legion as friends going forward." Enthusiastic nods and murmurs accompany this statement.
At this point, there's a murmur from behind the crowd, as a young local boy comes along, leading two more Legionnaires forward. "These guys just came in on Skimmer!" he happily informs everyone.
The Mayor nods. "Ah, wonderful. I'll admit, I was a bit disappointed to see only six of you. Naturally, we'll help you however we can. We're at your disposal."
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Dugginsville, Now
Roath, Ley Line Walker.
- Glancing around at the assembled farmers and their families Roath nods at the two newest members of the 7th that have just arrived. Moving forward to shake each of their hands the Line Walker greets both Calyx and Growler. Roath is an old looking black man, with mostly white hair, he move slow and speaks with a warm voice.
”Welcome aboard.”
Glancing back at Arte he moves towards her.
”I have some experience in my short life, with the outdoors and its activities. Tracking, and such, is something I feel comfortable with. I believe Echo does too. The new guy, Growler looks like a tracker too. I am fine with us breaking into two teams as we were all discussing. I also am fine taking lead or just helping in this hunt. I may be better as suppose in this. What would you like Arte?”
Slowly moving to his right, moving past the Mayor, Roath sits down on a bench and waits for orders. Placing his utterly demonic helmet down on his lap his friendly smile is a great contrast to his dark armor and helm.
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Castle Refuge and Journey, Then
Calyx looked up from his plate in the midst of taking a mouthful of steak and veggies when the mess door banged open loudly. His eyes widened a bit and he blinked several times in confusion. The food fell from his fork back to the plate, unnoticed, as the female officer singled him out along with someone else. Uh...wha...what now?" But she was already gone. He frowned at the abruptness along with the sort of rudeness to it all. He let out a sigh and shoveled a bunch of the remaining food in to his mouth, chewing a lot as he stood and followed the D-Bee. He almost balked at being assigned to a boar hunt, but the 'possibly of supernatural origin' stopped him from speaking up. He just took in the information, still chewing, and walked along to the dune-buggy. He gave a nod to the Corporal, held on for the quick ride and then departed with his gear.
He glanced at the Dog Boy a couple of times on the way there but didn't talk to him until on the ferry. As they traveled, Calyx sat in one of the seats not far from the Dog Boy. They were going to be working together so he decided to at least get to know him a bit. "Hey. Calyx Calder. Zapper. What's your name?" Most of the ferry ride was spent holding on and restraining himself to not shoot the...serpent?...in the water.
They arrived at Dugginsville. He raised an eyebrow at the dockmaster. The second eyebrow joined it as the kid who showed up to lead them. "Should be int'restin'."
Dugginsville, Now
The human man walked up, late twenties maybe, buzzed haircut and lightly tanned skin, his green eyes looked each member of the group over. He was wearing a yellow and black jacket over black pants and combat boots. He had a great chainsword on his back and a pair of vibro-blade vambraces on his arms, with almost forgotten holstered laser pistol on his hip. He didn't offer to shake hands, not wanting to make a bad impression right out the gate. He gave a nod to them. "Calyx Calder. Electricity an' Magnetism Specialist." He didn't know if anyone would even get the joke or not, if they had been briefed on what he was or not, but he doubted it.
He held up his dossier and transfer orders. "Who gets these?"
"So. A boar hunt? I hear that right?" He scratched his chin. "I assume we need t'find the...lair? source? whatever?...an' not just kill 'em all? How many we talkin' 'bout?"
Calyx looked up from his plate in the midst of taking a mouthful of steak and veggies when the mess door banged open loudly. His eyes widened a bit and he blinked several times in confusion. The food fell from his fork back to the plate, unnoticed, as the female officer singled him out along with someone else. Uh...wha...what now?" But she was already gone. He frowned at the abruptness along with the sort of rudeness to it all. He let out a sigh and shoveled a bunch of the remaining food in to his mouth, chewing a lot as he stood and followed the D-Bee. He almost balked at being assigned to a boar hunt, but the 'possibly of supernatural origin' stopped him from speaking up. He just took in the information, still chewing, and walked along to the dune-buggy. He gave a nod to the Corporal, held on for the quick ride and then departed with his gear.
He glanced at the Dog Boy a couple of times on the way there but didn't talk to him until on the ferry. As they traveled, Calyx sat in one of the seats not far from the Dog Boy. They were going to be working together so he decided to at least get to know him a bit. "Hey. Calyx Calder. Zapper. What's your name?" Most of the ferry ride was spent holding on and restraining himself to not shoot the...serpent?...in the water.
They arrived at Dugginsville. He raised an eyebrow at the dockmaster. The second eyebrow joined it as the kid who showed up to lead them. "Should be int'restin'."
Dugginsville, Now
The human man walked up, late twenties maybe, buzzed haircut and lightly tanned skin, his green eyes looked each member of the group over. He was wearing a yellow and black jacket over black pants and combat boots. He had a great chainsword on his back and a pair of vibro-blade vambraces on his arms, with almost forgotten holstered laser pistol on his hip. He didn't offer to shake hands, not wanting to make a bad impression right out the gate. He gave a nod to them. "Calyx Calder. Electricity an' Magnetism Specialist." He didn't know if anyone would even get the joke or not, if they had been briefed on what he was or not, but he doubted it.
He held up his dossier and transfer orders. "Who gets these?"
"So. A boar hunt? I hear that right?" He scratched his chin. "I assume we need t'find the...lair? source? whatever?...an' not just kill 'em all? How many we talkin' 'bout?"
Calyx Calder
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Zakkael nods to the new arrivals. "Welcome, new friends, to Dugginsville. It appears that the Legion wants the pork barbecued, if we have an electricity specialist. HA! I am Zakkael, the Angel of Justice and Vengeance. Let us depart and feed the people of this town from the bounty of bacon we are about to harvest!"
Zakkael turns to Artemeisia. "Commander, what are your orders as to the division of labor? I am happy to take an aerial survey for one squad or another."
Zakkael turns to Artemeisia. "Commander, what are your orders as to the division of labor? I am happy to take an aerial survey for one squad or another."
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The situation in Dugginsville is not something that Artemeisia had ever considered before. A boar infestation? Potentially a supernatural boar infestation? Finding the source sounds reasonable, if one assumes boars spawn from a hive like bees. But Artemeisia is not so sure that is the case. She uses the time while reviewing the two new team members to mull over the possibilities. The dog boy's presence is timely. Literally bred for the hunt. And a Zapper,that's interesting, she thinks. She pulls her fellow elderly team member aside and has a brief conversation."Roath, I do not fully believe that finding the source will be enough. Finding the cause of this infestation is important, we also need to deal with the pests themselves. We now have almost a squad of trackers, and a many who would be excellent at the task of extermination. In your experience, would you filed two teams with trackers and killers, or a team of trackers and a team of killers? I am of mixed mind on this subject. I have to admit that I find the thought of the Gunwolf chasing wild boars is quite humorous."
After discussing the unit make up with Roath, she'll get everyone assigned and let them loose on their tasks. Having no real useful skill in a boar hunt besides shooting them in the head, she will assign herself to the group with the best trackers or to the combat group.
Artemeisia arms her self with a chainsword in her right hand and the laser pistol in the left. Something with a little more punch might be nice, but this should do.
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Bennies: 1
Pace: 6 ; Parry: 8 6; Toughness: 7 / w/ armor 13 (5)
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Weapon in Hand: R.Hand: Chain-Longsword, L.Hand Wilks 227 Pulse Laser Pistol
"Unless the enemy has studied his Agrippa… which I have." - Inigo Montoya
"Well then, I seem to recall a rather pleasant little restaurant not far from here. Care to see if it's still standing?" - Ciaphas Cain
"Excuse me, did we come to your planet and blow stuff up?" - Nick Fury
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When Chief “Joker“ Wilde points his cigar at Growler, he immediately jumps to attention, and drops the raw thighbone he had been gnawing on. His long coat billows behind him with his abrupt movement. Underneath you can see his Cannonball Armor. He looks wilder than your normal Dog Boy, showing the possibility of some Wolf bloodlines, as well as patches of missing fur all over his body.
”Sir! Yes, sir! I will report as ordered!”
Growler had almost left his tray and half-finished meal where they were when Montcrief speaks up. He then quickly puts away what he cannot immediately wolf down and waits for Montcrief to lead Calyx and himself to the motor pool.
” Dugginsville on Bull Shoals Lake. Yes Sir! Wild boar infestation, possibly Supernatural Origin. Yes Sir! Report to Specialist First Class Artemesia Discipula. Yes Sir!”
Growler takes up the rear on the way to the motor pool, and into the Dune Buggy. He does not ask any questions.
“Corporal Jones! Loaded and ready to move out!”
When they get to the docks, Growler grabs his backpack and walks to the hovercraft. After an open-mouthed sniff of her, he states.
”You are to take us to Dugginsville, immediately.”
He throws his backpack onto the hovercraft and climbs behind the laser. As they take off, his long coat opens and you can make out a sword hilt and a small piston at his waist. You can hear his knuckles crack a few times as he grips the controls tightly when “Skipper” guns the boat. Less than a second before he would have shot at “Shoally” comes the warning not to “Piss her off”
”Calyx. It looks like we will be Pack together. I am called Growler. Prototype Mage Hunter Dog Boy out of the Lone Star Labs. Zapper, eh? That is why I can smell the ozone on you. I’ve been trained as a scout and as a hunter. I have… difficulties around civilians. They seem to think I am too abrupt. I guess it comes from all the time in the lab with my trainers and handlers.”
When they get to Dugginsville, Growler quickly grabs his pack and jumps onto the dock. Growler greets everyone with the same open-mouthed sniff before almost dismissing the civilians.
“Time to move out. Double time! I don’t want to keep Specialist Discipula waiting.”
”Sir! Yes, sir! I will report as ordered!”
Growler had almost left his tray and half-finished meal where they were when Montcrief speaks up. He then quickly puts away what he cannot immediately wolf down and waits for Montcrief to lead Calyx and himself to the motor pool.
” Dugginsville on Bull Shoals Lake. Yes Sir! Wild boar infestation, possibly Supernatural Origin. Yes Sir! Report to Specialist First Class Artemesia Discipula. Yes Sir!”
Growler takes up the rear on the way to the motor pool, and into the Dune Buggy. He does not ask any questions.
“Corporal Jones! Loaded and ready to move out!”
When they get to the docks, Growler grabs his backpack and walks to the hovercraft. After an open-mouthed sniff of her, he states.
”You are to take us to Dugginsville, immediately.”
He throws his backpack onto the hovercraft and climbs behind the laser. As they take off, his long coat opens and you can make out a sword hilt and a small piston at his waist. You can hear his knuckles crack a few times as he grips the controls tightly when “Skipper” guns the boat. Less than a second before he would have shot at “Shoally” comes the warning not to “Piss her off”
”Calyx. It looks like we will be Pack together. I am called Growler. Prototype Mage Hunter Dog Boy out of the Lone Star Labs. Zapper, eh? That is why I can smell the ozone on you. I’ve been trained as a scout and as a hunter. I have… difficulties around civilians. They seem to think I am too abrupt. I guess it comes from all the time in the lab with my trainers and handlers.”
When they get to Dugginsville, Growler quickly grabs his pack and jumps onto the dock. Growler greets everyone with the same open-mouthed sniff before almost dismissing the civilians.
“Time to move out. Double time! I don’t want to keep Specialist Discipula waiting.”
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As the two new team members are introduced Echo waits until they have a chance to say hi before stepping forward to introduce herself offering her hand to shake. “I am Echo. Welcome to the team.
“It is good to have new friends and I wanted to welcome you to the team.” Her demeanor is sincere and friendly with apparently no bias against the appearance of Growler.
If either of them are willing to she will engage them in casual conversation about whatever topics interest them the most. As she appears to be a bit of a polymath, though not an expert able to adapt quickly to whatever topic is needed for the conversation. If she is allowed to direct the conversation will soon go in the direction of the potential impact the Legion can have in helping people.
“It is good to have new friends and I wanted to welcome you to the team.” Her demeanor is sincere and friendly with apparently no bias against the appearance of Growler.
If either of them are willing to she will engage them in casual conversation about whatever topics interest them the most. As she appears to be a bit of a polymath, though not an expert able to adapt quickly to whatever topic is needed for the conversation. If she is allowed to direct the conversation will soon go in the direction of the potential impact the Legion can have in helping people.
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Giving Echo an open mouthed sniff, Growler asks Artemeisia, “Pack Leader, are you aware of what Echo is?”
After being assured she is a known and trusted member of the team, Growler passes over his orders packet to Artemeisia.
”Sorry, Echo. I have a duty to the Pack Leader to make sure she knew of your unusual nature. We are to be pack. I will have your back, and I am sure you will have mine. Our orders are to help these civilians with their Hog problem. I am a skilled tracker and woodsman, so I should be of great assistance to the pack in this. We will talk later, when our duties to these civilians is done.”
After being assured she is a known and trusted member of the team, Growler passes over his orders packet to Artemeisia.
”Sorry, Echo. I have a duty to the Pack Leader to make sure she knew of your unusual nature. We are to be pack. I will have your back, and I am sure you will have mine. Our orders are to help these civilians with their Hog problem. I am a skilled tracker and woodsman, so I should be of great assistance to the pack in this. We will talk later, when our duties to these civilians is done.”
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Calyx looked over at Echo and gave a nod of greeting. He opened his mouth to speak when Growler went all 'weird' and aggressive. He leaned away from the Dog Boy and frowned deeply. "What the hell, Growler? Rude much?" He then stage whispered angrily. "It ain't polite t'treat team members like that. You ain't in the CS no more...if ya ever were."
He gave a shrug and pointed at the folders they'd just given to the team leader. "You saw the dossiers she got on us. Sure she had the same on everyone. Goes with the territory."
One eyebrow rose up. "Oh, an' we're not a pack. We're a TEAM. Say it with me. Teeeeaaam. Lil' dif'rent." Of course at that point, it was obvious he teasing Growler a bit - but he hadn't been about the rude treatment of a teammate.
He turned back to Echo. "I'm Calyx." He reached out and shook the offered hand. "I work with electricity."
He gave a shrug and pointed at the folders they'd just given to the team leader. "You saw the dossiers she got on us. Sure she had the same on everyone. Goes with the territory."
One eyebrow rose up. "Oh, an' we're not a pack. We're a TEAM. Say it with me. Teeeeaaam. Lil' dif'rent." Of course at that point, it was obvious he teasing Growler a bit - but he hadn't been about the rude treatment of a teammate.
He turned back to Echo. "I'm Calyx." He reached out and shook the offered hand. "I work with electricity."
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Re: Hell & Gone: On the Road Again
Seeing the interchange Echo understands Growler’s reaction and appreciates Calyx standing up for him. She seems to habe completely accepted that the comments are simply how Growler interacts with people. “Yes, our team leader knows of my nature and abilities. You do not have to fear me, my talents for infiltration would be negated by my openness with this team.
“We are both hunters, perhaps we can learn com each other. My talents tend to be on the less adhesive side, but we all have to start somewhere.”
Looking to Calyx Echo says. “Impressive, I also have a small talent with electricity and lightning. Perhaps you can teach me some of what you do?
“Most psychics and magic users do not see the point in sharing their knowledge with me, but I really enjoy learning and you never know when something learned from one being will click with something learned from another.”
“We are both hunters, perhaps we can learn com each other. My talents tend to be on the less adhesive side, but we all have to start somewhere.”
Looking to Calyx Echo says. “Impressive, I also have a small talent with electricity and lightning. Perhaps you can teach me some of what you do?
“Most psychics and magic users do not see the point in sharing their knowledge with me, but I really enjoy learning and you never know when something learned from one being will click with something learned from another.”
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