Post by Steinerman on Aug 21, 2012 20:30:48 GMT -5
Martin nodded amiably, "fine, skip the pleasantries." He replied with a knowing smile. He waved his hand and motioned for the passenger in the back of the vehicle to come out. "Come on out, lass. They're not going to bite." He called out, not unkindly.
Laramie shakily undid her seat-belt and slipped out of the vehicle. The others had told her it wouldn't be a bad idea to play up the fact that she was a young, supposedly naive girl. She'd replied that she wouldn't have to play it up, much, seeing as for the most part, that's what she was. Her eyes were locked warily on the other men, and her body was tensed as though ready to run.
Martin sighed, "Try and smile, gentlemen. I bring you the Witch's daughter, and I'd rather she not bolt out of terror."
Post by The Rising Dragon on Aug 26, 2012 23:21:15 GMT -5
Llane seemed to show no reaction on his face to what their delivery was, or her identity as Vister's progeny. As a Korin operative, his casual Stamarian clothing and the way he held himself betrayed nothing of how he felt to anyone observing him. Of course, without truly realizing what she was, his emotions were still very blatant to the girl--typical Korin disdain for her Allondellian features and Stamarian upbringing, a disbelief as to how a girl was supposed to be a weapon, curiosity as to what sort of powers she was supposed to have.
Devon was a somewhat different matter entirely. His well-kept hair hid little of his face, and little of his amusement. Certainly Laramie's powers picked up on the same disdain he felt for her like Llane did, but it was colored by an unusual amusement. He cupped a hand over his ear and remarked on something too quietly to hear, and then his amusement grew as Roas muttered something foul back over the transceiver.
Llane glanced back at Devon. "What is it?" he asked, not catching any initial reaction from the girl.
"Told Roas who we're picking up," replied the other operative. "Three guesses as to what his reaction was, first two don't count."
Llane barked a quick laugh. "Yeah, I'll bet. Well, let's not waste any time. Best we take the Vister girl and go."
Laramie jerked as if slapped as the men's emotions collided with her senses, already heightened past their normal state due to the tension. Before she could speak, Martin backed up and wrapped an arm around her shuddering form. "Guys, I never even knew her mom, but we all know what she was renowned for. Stands to reason that if we're looking for her kid, she's got the same juice. Try to keep the whole "Eww a Allondellian" to a minimum, eh?" A moment later he muttered, "Scumbags."
Then, looking down at Laramie, he squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, kid, I'll keep you safe from the nasty nasty men." He added on, his tone tinged with sarcasm.
Behind him, Francis slowly stepped out of the vehicle, his shades still in place over his eyes, giving his face a stony, impassive appearance. "Any trouble, Tiogar?"
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Post by The Rising Dragon on Aug 27, 2012 1:15:51 GMT -5
For their part, neither Korin member felt any real shame for their disdain for Laramie, and in fact Devon's emotions indicated that he thought Martin was hardly one to talk, given his lycanthropy and his seeing all women as pieces of meat--he clearly felt that Martin was just as offending to the girl as they were. Llane grew flippant at the remark. "Whatever. Call off the elf and let's all leave before we attract the wrong company. I could kill Carn for sending us this far north to pick up a delivery."
Martin nodded again and patted Laramie on the shoulder. "See?" He questioned of her, "Teddy bears." A moment later he pulled away, "You want her in your vehicle, or in mine?"
A few miles outside of the town, two military transport trucks and a pair of armored Hum-Vee's sat on the shoulder of the road, a small group of armored soldiers clustered around the rear of one of the Hum-Vees, surveying a map. Knight-Commander Michael Saint stood in full battle-dress, his helmet set atop the opened tailgate of the vehicle. "Soldiers of the Blade, my brothers and sisters." He stated calmly, his ever-strong voice carrying quite well, even to the soldiers standing near the trucks.
"We have received a tip from the regular Stamarian Military of Korin activity inside the heart of our Empire. A suspected Korin agent has taken refuge in the town not two miles distant." Here his eyes were steel in their resolve. "For many of you, this is the first action against the Korin since Teradia." And here his eyes fell for the briefest of moments.
"There we were surprised and outmatched, but were victorious in the end, thanks to the Emperor and his retainers." He placed his fist down on the map that outlined the area they were soon to be sweeping. "He is not here today in body, but in our hearts, and in our blades and bullets. Hunt these Korin murderers, do not let one escape."
The soldiers growled their approval and started filing into the vehicles, their tasks already set. Michael turned to the newest addition of his unit, the youthful supersoldier Yui Somarie. He was still unsure of what to make of her, having only just returned to Zailleon a few days prior. But here, in their first combat together, he hoped to learn her measure. "Second Lieutenant, any thoughts on the operation at hand?" He questioned, his voice commanding, but not overbearing.
Post by The Rising Dragon on Aug 28, 2012 1:42:33 GMT -5
"Best if we keep her with us for the time being," Llane told the weretiger, gesturing offhandedly to where their transport was parked so they'd know where to go. "Best if you stuck with us a little ways in case they get suspicious. Just a family working with a transport to move to their new home, right?"
Geared up for her first official operation, Second Lieutenant Yui Somarie's appearance was a marked contrast from her introduction to the Knight-Commander, and yet another compared to his men. The design of the kevlar-layered armor she was clad in was sparser, cut differently from the typical solder--thinner strips of plate, allowing for lesser protection but far greater mobility, placed in rigid, segmented formations that differed from the smooth curves of standard armor. Missing was the buckler and definitive Stamarian blade rifle; an expensive, alien-looking plasma rifle was held in too small hands that were far too familiar with it. Three-inch-long combat knives were strapped to the super soldier's calves, a small sidearm to her hip.
But above all, it was her headgear that made her truly stand out--her expression still cold, fearless, a black visor obscuring her eyes from everyone's view. The Knight-Commander was not getting any visual clues as to her state of mind.
"None concerning the operation at present, Knight-Commander," she said in a professional manner. "I find it unusual, however, that Korin operatives would attempt infiltration of the capitol at this time. Attempting any operation this close to Kallagulia would be seen as suicidal."
Post by Steinerman on Aug 28, 2012 20:28:51 GMT -5
"The Korin are many things, many evil things. But . . ." And here Michael gave a grudging nod. "They do possess a great helping of courage in the face of certain danger. Death is not always to be feared, for them, as long as they die in the service of their Harbinger."
here his expression grew sad, "In other circumstances, I would applaud such courage. But here, coupled with their willingness to harm innocents. No. They must be brought to an end." He swiped his helmet off the tailgate and slid it onto his head. "You ride with me, engage as you see fit. Consider this a test of your abilities."
Martin nodded amiably, "oh, I'm coming back with you all the way, gents. I want credit for finding the girl."
To the side, Francis snorted and wrinkled his lips into a sneer. "The Syndicate found the girl, Tiogar. You're just the post-man."
Martin's fiery eyes glared at the tall Elf for a split-second, but then he pushed Laramie towards the others. "Whatever, Elf. Let's get moving. Kid, you're riding with them."
Post by The Rising Dragon on Aug 28, 2012 21:46:04 GMT -5
Somarie quickly saluted, fist over heart with a slight bow. "Yes, Knight-Commander." With haste, the girl stowed her rifle aside and climbed into the indicated vehicle, ready to depart at a moment's notice.
"Let 'im come if he wants," Devon remarked, bringing his hands from his ear and shrugging, hands in the air. "He could prove useful, but I'm sure he remembers what ol' Carn said he'd do to him if he showed up again."
Post by Steinerman on Aug 28, 2012 22:03:19 GMT -5
Martin gave a manic laugh. "The old coot is welcome to try. I'm too lovable to hurt in . . .that way." He ended with an exaggerated wince. Quickly, Laramie was shuffled to the others while Martin and Francis, ever playing the aloof Syndicate lieutenant, hopped back into their vehicle.
With a thunderous roar of engines the Order vehicles sped into town, splitting off at the central intersection, a humvee and truck to each of the two routes. Their plan was simple, they had a rough description of the Korin Agents, and really, there weren't that many travelers in the town at the moment, vehicles were scarce and their targets had no crowds to blend into.
Every Order soldier bore a grim look upon their face, sans Sergeant Uban Adams, who had a gruff smile spread across his grizzled features. He'd been denied any real action in Teradia. And was looking forward to hunting the Korin for whatever brief period of time it took to kill them.
Even as Martin hopped into his own vehicle, his keen weretiger hearing alerted him to the speeding vehicles. Mere moments later, the sound was loud enough in the quiet town that his companions could most likely hear it as well. "Sounds like trouble." He muttered, his eyes narrowing in anger.
Then, with a ferocious and surprising show of speed, reminding all who saw that they were truly warriors of the finest caliber, the Order vehicles appeared at either corner of the lot where the Korin meet-up was just now wrapping up. The Humvee's led the way, their turrets tracking, while the trucks stopped a little ways away and began offloading troops.
And here, the Order's compassion perhaps got the better of them. Fully ready to gun down Korin on sight, and almost positive that the two vehicles near the motel were Korin in origin, they still wanted to be sure. Harming civilians was almost of an equal taboo to treason, in their ranks. Thus, for the moment, their guns stayed silent, the gunner's peering intently towards the two Korin vehicles, waiting for the slightest hint of hostile action.
Inside Martin's rover, Francis remarked icily, "Sounds like trouble. Looks like trouble."
And inside the Korin vehicle, Laramie shuddered as the sudden proximity of so much anger and hostility took its toll on her mental defenses. It didn't break through, but still, she knew a bad headache was to be had, assuming a Stamarian bullet or blade didn't do the job first.
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Post by The Rising Dragon on Nov 29, 2012 13:55:39 GMT -5
In Laramie's mind, all thoughts and emotions of disdain or amusement at her plight disappeared from Llane and Devon's minds. All that was left was a steel, and a tempered anger at the incoming Stamarian military. The Korin disliked all things Stamarian, that much was true--but it was the military that drew their real rage. And these men, however inconspicuous they looked, were very much professionals and hardened combatants themselves. Even with just the two (three?) of them, the incoming Stamarians would not have an easy time of it.
Devon bolted for the truck, drawing and readying a pistol as he swung open the door and tossed himself in the cab to ready it. He didn't even look at Laramie, despite addressing her. "Keep your head down, kid," he said. "This is gonna get bad." However incompetent Devon seemed compared to the rest of his comrades, he was a hell of a driver.
Llane, for that matter, was also on the move, headed towards the nearest abandoned vehicle and readying weapons of his own. A stolen Blade Rifle and a sidearm were taken out from under the car, where he had hid them in case something like this happened. Roas was right--they really were cursed with these damn operations of Carn's.
Post by Steinerman on Nov 30, 2012 15:04:14 GMT -5
"They've got weapons!"
"They're Korin, fry 'em!"
The shouts came quick and hard, the gunners atop the humvees hunkered down and zeroed in, one following Llane, the other sweeping back-and-forth between Martin's and Devon's vehicles. Before they could act, though, a commanding voice broke across the air and through the radios.
"Hold your fire, they have a child with them." Knight-Commander Saint's voice was steady and calm, ever the leader. But one look into his eyes gave hint to something else.
He couldn't explain it, not by a longshot. All he knew was that an image of a teenage girl had sprung almost painfully into his head seconds before. Magic? He assumed so. But a careful check revealed a form in one of the vehicles that could very well be a young girl. He growled and stepped swiftly out of his Humvee, knowing his behavior was odd, but unable to order the death of a child, even a possible Korin one.
"Knight-Commander?" Sergeant Adam's voice echoed through the tinny radio in his ear.
"I'll not become the Korin to beat them, Uban." Michael muttered before shouting loudly at the Korin vehicles. "Surrender, or die. Decide now, murderers."
Inside his vehicle, Martin rolled his eyes. "Who's this knight in shining armor, then?"
Post by The Rising Dragon on Dec 2, 2012 15:38:38 GMT -5
Llane's response to the Knight-Commander was simple and straight to the point. He swung the stolen Blade Rifle up over the hood of the car, took aim and squeezed the trigger several times, opening fire at Saint before ducking down to roll away from the inevitable return fire.
Martin's fiery eyes lit with amusement at Llane's response. "Now I recall why I roll with these crazies." He said, his voice having only a tinge of irony in it. He swiftly whipped out his own pistol and fired off a few shots from within his vehicle, adding to the attack on the helmet-less Knight-Commander. Seconds later he was viciously shoving the machine into gear, ready to make a dash for the exit.
Sergeant Adams rolled his eyes, his grizzled face flustered. "Michael you moron." He muttered, stepping out of his vehicle even as Michael ducked down and away from the fire. From all around him the Order opened fired on the Korin even as one of the vehicles (a banged up rover) began moving away.
Michael, for his part, barely took notice of the bullets, besides ducking down. An expression of horrified sadness was clearly to be had on his face. "Monsters." He muttered softly, catching his tossed helmet from Adams.
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