August Krasnow
Determined Individual
"Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici."
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Post by August Krasnow on Dec 7, 2011 3:39:23 GMT -5
The small, quiet town of Maranda was met with a triumphant fanfare of the Empire's glory as a small fleet of airships floated over the city. In the hours that followed, a large object was moved from the largest vessel into the facility on the hill that overlooked the docile little town. An increased number of soldiers spread out into the streets, amassing the detachment already stationed. The population seems wary and chilling rumors have spread about what has been going on at that place upon the hill. Yet, rumors are just rumors after all.
Deep inside the iron clad edifice, the rumors held more weight than the chill they sent down the spines of the populace below. Typhon's new home, with August at the helm. Stored in a secured underground warehouse, adjacent to a laboratory and August's personal quarters and a make shift study. The facility still appears to be in a state of disorder with the sudden expansion and new arrivals. There, they would find August. Past the town, the patrols and guards, the gate and walls, down into the belly of the beast below.
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Post by Guinevere on Dec 8, 2011 2:11:53 GMT -5
::At the southern gate of the outpost, one of the Imperial patrol could barely make out the silhouette of an approaching rider astride a Chocobo. A strange one at that, and huge. As it neared, the black mass began to come into focus. Not one, but two riders. One a man taller than most who dressed like one of the sand dwellers from Figaro. And the second, a woman in a hooded black dress. He halted them as they approached the gates::
Patrol: Papers please.
::The woman turned to look down at him::
Come now, is a humble servant of God not allowed to offer her support to our dedicated protectors.
::The woman spoke with clarity, diction, and sincerity. At her statement it became obvious to him that what he had taken as a hooded black dress was actually the habit of a nun::
Patrol: My apologies Sister. As clergy if you lack paperwork, if you could simply state your business I'll let you through.
Yes of course. My name is Sister Wendy. I am a representative of the Abbey of Vector. The capital's been recruiting healers lately. Our forces are spread thin with the stalemate in Tzen after all. I've been travelling from town to town to report on the state of things and where our sisters are most needed.
Patrol: And your... Associate?
::He indicated the man riding with her::
A sister traversing the southern continent alone with such barbarians on the loose with such ill will towards our beloved Empire who wouldn't think twice about violating beautiful virgins? Would you have me risk my virtue in such a way?
Patrol: No of course not! My apologies. Head on through.
::And just like that the gates were opened to her. As Guinevere and Ren passed through the gate, no one noticed a small white mouse with blue eyes and black ears peering out from beneath the sister's veil::
Iole: So you can drop the accent.
An aktress must train in many dialekts to fit certain situations and roles. I believed my speech would have made me appear less innocent. Had I been trying to seduce him however I would have kept it.
Iole: That's something I didn't need to know. Did Anya give you the stuff I asked for?
Yes, it's in my satchel.
Iole: Good. I'll be counting on you to make sure it's in place.
::The sorceress smirked::
Konsider it done your majesty.
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Dec 8, 2011 9:23:22 GMT -5
Ren remained silent, astounded by Guinevere's act. He knew he couldn't pull off something as smooth as what she did. Gwen rode behind Ren on Plunder, occasionally grasping on him for support as the chocobo jerked in its strides.
"You don't get tired feeling me up, don't you?" He whispered to her as he steadied Plunder in her movements to avoid showing how nervous he was. Gwen would have already been used to Ren's teasing. After all, he had kept it up since they got off the Black Jack.
Ren studied his surroundings around him. So far, he had spotted two or three surveillance systems. The place was heavily guarded. Either the man they called 'August' must lack the trust of the empire or whatever that went in this place would be something they wanted hidden. No matter the situation, Ren had to quickly figure out where the patrol had kept the control centre of the facility was. Disabling all possible connections, receptions, and watch systems would greatly even out the chances of turning this ambush completely in their favor.
"Tell me when we split up, ok?" said Ren as they rode past a group of marching soldiers.
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Post by Guinevere on Dec 8, 2011 16:16:31 GMT -5
Do try to remain in kharakter. I'm a sister of the Abbey remember. How would it sound if someone overheard you asking such indecent things.
::They circled the block they were on until they were in a crowded enough area to blend in. A market it looked like. Plunder they left tied at one of the stables as the two of them slid off::
This is where we part for now. Ren, you know what to do.
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Dec 8, 2011 19:13:17 GMT -5
"Right. You and Iole be careful, okay? You'll know the signal." Ren cautiously said and blended in with the crowd before the two could say good luck. He had to make sure no one ever recognised him. The headscarf Gwen had given him had been more than enough to hide his identity and as well make him appear as one of the common folk. He gave a sharp glance at the rising terrain between buildings he walked passed and saw each rise being guarded with Empire soldiers ready to brandish their weapons at any intruder.
"Hello Anya," buzzed Ren's static voice from the speakers in the airship. "Everything ready there? The facility doesn't seem to be heavily guarded at the lower parts. I can see bunkers at each level. I suppose that's because of the upcoming morning shift in a few hours. I'll create a diversion to alert the security in different levels at different times. Team One can sneak into the bunkers as cover to get closer into the facility. One of those should directly lead to another near the top. Let me scout the area and I’ll update you.”
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Post by Kerion on Dec 8, 2011 19:40:20 GMT -5
Anya V.O: Roger that Ren. Don't worry about outside reinforcements, their radios are now 'mysteriously' on the fritz so they won't be able to call for help.
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Post by Guinevere on Dec 8, 2011 20:29:24 GMT -5
::The plan was underway and the members of team two had moved quickly. In the galley of the facility the soldiers on break lined up for their rations::
Soldier: Thank you Sister.
::the soldier said politely as the helpful volunteer ladled a helping of stew into his bowl. She smiled with her snow white lips::
God be with you.
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Post by Iole on Dec 8, 2011 20:31:59 GMT -5
::The galley was the only place where the security got their moment of peace before they were allowed to punch out when their long shift was over. Round the clock security detail in this place was draining even on the most seasoned of imperial soldiers. So they were too at peace for the moment to notice a small white cat wriggling in and out of the weapons check area, her blue eyes alight with mischief::
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Post by Kerion on Dec 8, 2011 21:02:28 GMT -5
::With the other team::
::Kerion looked out from their hiding place, waiting for the signal. He forgone his overcoat as it would just get in the way for the mission at hand, instead dressed with a weapon harness with additional clips for his hand guns, a combat knife holder strapped to one of his legs.::
"Clear so far. That'll change soon."
::Ducks back to not be spotted::
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Dec 8, 2011 23:08:58 GMT -5
Ren walked around among the Imperial soldiers inside the facility. He wore a similar uniform to the rest. Other soldiers seemed to stop and salute in front of him. He was lucky to have stolen a field commander's uniform in one of the bunkers. On his left hand he held a thumb-sized button. A single press had blares of noises from security alarms blasting through the eastern bunkers and facility. Broken warnings and whoops of alarms rang loudly thought out the eastern side. Small explosions from the mini bombs Oliver supplied him helped prove the situation to be worth the entire attention of everyone.
Ren did as much as he can to feign a formal accent, similar to what an officer would have used in the army. He quickly ordered soldiers to report to and secure the east bases. Ren hurried to the main security area that controlled everything in the Imperial establishment. He slammed the door open, attempting to make the situation dramatic and tense for the three people responsible for all the surveillance and lock down.
"What's going on in here?!" boomed Ren's deep made-up voice. "What happened to the Eastern forces?"
"Someone has tapped into the wires of the fuses and electricity and caused systems to go haywire to the conducting systems between bunkers and control centre."
"Renegade mines, believed to be implanted within the last one hundred and twenty minutes have been causing minor casualties," added another as he pressed on a holographic video of an explosion ongoing outside the headquarters.
"Have you reported it?" asked Ren as if he demanded an answer immediately.
"No, sir. We have just gotten--"
All three lay senseless on the floor; heads turned and twisted in awkward angles. One would not expect them to turn conscious for the next few days. Their job was done. Ren tinkered on the controls and pressed on the emergency announcement button.
"We cannot take risks! Full attention is required on the eastern front immediately. Secure spots and double the defences in there. Report casualties to the medics in the north base. Increase security in the bunkers and allow room for further reinforcements from the western front."
Ren turned off the microphone and stepped away from the seat. He threw off the uniform and pressed on his earpiece to report back to the airship. "It's a go for Team One. Warn them that there could still be a few remaining enemies in some of the bunkers. I'll have the entrance in here ready in a few minutes. Good luck!"
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Post by Guinevere on Dec 8, 2011 23:27:49 GMT -5
::In the galley, the last four soldiers who'd been waiting to receive their rations heard the announcement and dashed for where they had checked their weapons::
Soldier: Sergeant, what are our orders?!... Sergeant?
::When they turned they saw the rest of their comrades who had been served their food getting up from the tables at a far more sluggish pace than one would believe of imperial soldiers. One of them, apparently the sergeant the first of them had addressed made the effort to shout orders, but it came out in a drunken stupor::
Sergeant: You heard 'em men! Eastern front.... on the.... the.... on the double.
::The officer fell flat on his face in a state of deep hibernation. The ones remaining who didn't follow suit staggered about looking lost without a shred of lucidity. "Sister Wendy" chuckled behind her hand, at last removing her veil and habit. Her white low-cut blouse and black rose patterned broom skirt was a roguish ensemble that no nun would be caught dead in::
Looks like enchanting the food did the trikk.
Soldier: What the hell? Just who the hell are you?!
::The four of them pointed their rifles at her::
Pointing firearm at a lady? How krude of you. What is this world koming to?
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Post by Iole on Dec 8, 2011 23:37:32 GMT -5
And how do you plan to fire those when I've bent all their firing pins?
::The four turned their heads to see Iole behind them with a hand on her hip looking rather smug. Dumbfounded at pulling on the triggers and finding that she spoke the truth they just watched her expectantly::
But allow me to be the one to introduce Maranda's new proprietors. That there is Guinevere the Witch of Webs. And I am called the Witch's Surrogate. But you can call me Iole.
::Before they could blink, Iole spun, lifting her leg over her head and swinging her foot into the side of the nearest one's head with such force it dented his helmet and slammed him into his comrades. Before they could gather their strength, Gwen had stepped to their side, placing a cold hand on each of their necks. They fell fast asleep::
Looks like Ren's through with his part. Ollie and the others can move in now.
Gwen: Indeed. Did you also disarm the ones in the storeroom?
Of course.
Gwen: And the reserves of Magitek Armors?
Not exactly.
Gwen: What?!
Come on Gwen I can't make it too boring. You're an actress. Don't you want to give the good people of Maranda a show?
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Post by Kerion on Dec 8, 2011 23:46:20 GMT -5
::From their spot, the three can hear the noise coming from the distraction made::
"There's our cue!"
::The three moved away from their hiding spot and into the city::
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Post by Oliver on Dec 10, 2011 2:41:14 GMT -5
The three moved from their spot, making a quick line for the facility up the hill. Oliver had several other explosives placed, ready and set throughout the town. He kept the detonator close when and if he needed to use them. They were showy, fancy fireworks and smoke, but it should draw any attention away from the facility and from themselves.
They came to the first bunker, this one connected to two others and would bring them right to the facility. Oliver ushered the two with him behind a wall with him. He took a quick glance using a mirror, one guard – appeared tired with stubble, the exchange hadn’t happened yet. Oliver let out a muffled little curse as he turned to Kerion of Stefan. In the distance, there was a clamor of activity as a contingent of soldiers took off for the eastern sector – it was mostly working. Oliver had an idea. He took one of his combs from his pocket, ran it through his hair then glanced around the edge of the wall. He flicked the comb out, a tiny hair extending out like a whip and wrapped around the guards neck – with a flick back, the hair pulled the guard back over to the group. Oliver slammed his hand into the back of the guards head. He was out cold before he could realize what happened.
“Stefan, Kerion, I’m gonna get t’is one restrained. Wa’t to wait by t’e door for ‘is relief, take ‘im by surprise?”
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Sigismund
Experienced Novice
My kingdom of Doma is very quiet now.
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Post by Sigismund on Dec 10, 2011 2:57:53 GMT -5
::When Oliver and Kerion turned, Stefan was gone and it seemed too late for Oliver's order to be effective because the guard's replacement was staring right at them with wide alert eyes. He reached for his radio when it was suddenly slammed from his hand. Stefan appeared behind him and jabbed the man sharply in the back of both shoulders and the small of his back. The soldier fell to the ground limp::
Stefan: Suppose we should meet up with the others. I don't know how long this luck of ours will hold.
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Post by Jas on Dec 10, 2011 9:25:51 GMT -5
((OOC: Forgot about Jas again))
::Behind Stefan, the sound of a body dropping is heard. Jas came in, dragging a now sleeping guard.::
"Seems you guys missed one. Thankfully he wasn't able to call for back up as well."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Dec 10, 2011 10:32:01 GMT -5
The four team members would have heard a peculiar swish and booming of opening doors not too far away from them. Ren opened the doors to the other bunker for them. Controlling the western sector was easy, he could close and lock down the doors if he wanted to. However, there was little he could do in the East but give commands and false alarms.
He observed team one knock out some soldiers though the cameras fixed within the bunkers. He sent out a brief flash of light, the signal they agreed on for a safe entrance to the next bunker.
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Post by Iole on Dec 11, 2011 1:57:58 GMT -5
::They moved quickly meeting with very little resistance. Small enough at least that they didn't have to confront any soldiers in favor of hiding and sneaking past their blind spots until they reached the rendezvous point. Iole and Gwen were waiting for them in the mess hall surrounded by the soldiers that remained down in an enchanted sleep::
What took you guys so long?
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Post by Kerion on Dec 11, 2011 7:42:30 GMT -5
"Ran into three guards. Took care of them."
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Post by Guinevere on Dec 11, 2011 11:39:09 GMT -5
::Gwen smiled and shook her head::
Only three?
::Her teasing was cut short by another alarm as well as the crash of thunderous footsteps. After a few moments it became clear that it wasn't one, but many sets steps all in uniform timing stepping closer and closer like a dreadful metronome to the mess hall. The door's frame may as well have been paper as the giant mechanical suits crashed through it, leaving an unsightly hole in the wall for the rest to file through. They marched on and surrounded the group from the front side. All aimed their cannons. Gwen placed a hand to her forehead::
I knew you should have disarmed the Magitek's.
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