Game Masters: blackwolt | wolf1992
RP Status: Active | Completed | Dead
Accepting New Characters: Yes | No
Since that fateful and horrible event, 500 years have passed by. Today, the human race has once again risen from the dust! To accommodate the human societies in the event of nuclear war, the domes were built in the late 23rd century. Essentially a moving city encapsulated in a protective force field, the dome was, and is still, the pinnacle of human technology, allowing a city and a small amount of protected landmass to be self-sustaining with food, water and organic materials.
However, beneath the wasted soil of the Earth is hidden a tremendous wealth of minerals and metal, some covered with dust from the nuclear war, some covered by thick vegetation. To gain access to these minerals, the people of the domes have built small, stationary towns with the only purpose of harvesting a specific re-source. Protected by a stationary force field as well as the mobile domes, these small ‘Harvest Towns’ supply the people of the cities with the resources needed for further advancements in technology and society.
To counter the human nature of fighting for survival, the leaders of the most prominent domes have decided upon a set of rules of engagement, manifesting the inevitable resource war as a sport rather than a war. ‘The League of Origins’, as the sport is called, forces all domes to participate in what could best be described as a sports tournament: The winner gets the best harvest towns, while the losers are left with poor towns or nothing at all.
YOU are here to fight in this sport on behalf of the proud city Aequitas of the M3 dome! Your heritage, your line of family or your current wealth is of no concern to us: We are nothing but a small, unnoticeable dome among giants, but we MUST prevail in this fight to secure ourselves a prosperous and wealthy future!
Report to your team leader in the barracks! And may your commitment to our cause secure a glorious outcome in the battles to follow!
Nearing the end of the 21st century, the countries in the European Union merged into one great nation to counter the growing fear of a European market collapse. The newly formed country, still using the name “European Union” as a designation, ended up as a copy of the United States of America, with each former country acting as a state instead of an individual country. The newly founded European Union quickly regained a financial balance by imposing laws and restrictions on the European market. The securing of oil reserves in the Atlantic Ocean as well as uranium ores in the mainland also supported the EU financially, making a rebuilding of the European military infrastructure possible. As the 23rd century announced its arrival, the European Union had gained possession of enough nuclear warheads to counter the USA as well as the rising Asian threat.
The United States of America merged Canada into its ranks at the beginning of the 22nd century after several economic troubles with the Asian markets. With Canada as the 51st state of the USA resources and work was divided between the states, eliminating the need of resources and labor from the outside. USA, like its European counterpart, practically created a self-securing society. However, the world peace seemed more and more fragile, and while the Cold War had seen a lot of disarmament of nuclear warheads, the rising tensions forced the USA to rearm itself as the Asian countries united.
The Eastern Asian countries, India and Russia as well as some of the former USSR countries united in 2098 un-der the name ‘Asian Coalition’, suddenly posing a great threat to the military and economic situation of Earth. It did not take long before nuclear warheads were present all over the Coalition’s territory, and the division of the Earth into three major “countries” was now present. At the end of the 23rd century the Asian Coalition had even seized the countries of Africa, thereby threatening the European Union.
As every human could have predicted, the tension between the three great nations could only grow. Warheads were aimed in all directions, and while Greenpeace and other world organizations tried to bring the chaos to an end, the world leaders did not listen. It was simply a matter of national pride and security, and no country would be the first to disarm its weapons, making itself vulnerable without any leverage.
Seeing the world mentally torn apart, scientists around the world began the construction of cities protected by a force field. ‘The Domes’, as they would later be known as due to their big dome-like force shields around the cities, were to be the shelter of humanity in the event of a nuclear war. However, only a small amount of the population could live in the domes. After all, cities on the scale of London and New York would not fit into a dome with the technology that mankind had evolved.
Only those left upon the surface of the Earth would be able to describe what happened. The last remains of humanity hidden in shelters could only guess at what had happened during the last moments of the prosper-ous Earth: The nuclear war had eradicated life as it was known!
The oceans and gulfs are covered with ice from the poles to the Equator, the ice linking the continents together and creating a hard outer shell. While life can still be found in the oceans beneath the surface, the thick cover of ice makes it hard to create a good fishing environment.
As most of the planet’s surface is devoid of life, resources are scarce and can only be found in the borderlands of the continents, where life is beginning to return, as well as beneath the surface of the dust covered Earth. Land suitable for farming can only be produced artificially in either the domes, mobile cities created by the humans in an attempt to survive, or at the harvest towns, the small stationary towns created with the sole purpose of harvesting resources for the domes.
The harvest towns make it possible for the domes to be mobile, the resources being transferred from a harvest town to its dome when the dome is near the town. A dome is therefore not bound by the land it was built on, making the harvest towns the only reason for a dome to stay in one place. The cities within the domes usually seek out a resource that it needs to further its technological advancement. However, some cities deliberately seek out rare resources to gain from the trade between the domes.
The nuclear wars, however, failed at eradicating all life. Leftover humans unable to find room in a dome or being punished for criminality were left to the fate of dying to either the radiation or the natural predators. As the domes began to evolve themselves, making movement possible, the encounter with what was coined “The Spawn” was inevitable. The spawn is, as far as observations have shown, nothing more than mutated predators, especially carnivore animals like bears, wolves and dogs. While the domes are able to withstand nuclear harm, their force fields allow predators and humans to move into the dome. Therefore, each dome defends itself against this spawn with whatever army the dome might have.
Transportation between the different domes is done with hovering busses. These hovercrafts are the only “flying” vehicles that have been possible to create, as the radiation prohibits the use of the electronic systems required to control modern airplanes. The hovercrafts, however, are extremely vulnerable to damage and therefore rely on great speeds to reach the safety of a dome.
The following is a list of the known cities and domes (will be updated as the roleplay progresses):
Aequitas (Latin: “Equality”) of the M3 dome
- Dome Size: Small (10 kilometer radius)
Dome climate: Seacoast village
Dome speed: Slow (25-40 km/h)
Dome purpose: Militaristic City
Owned Harvest Town: None
Scientia (Latin: “Knowledge”) of the A1 dome
- Dome Size: Large (31 kilometer radius)
Leadership: Constitutional Monarchy
Dome climate: Urbanized environment with surrounding forest
Dome speed: Very slow (10-12 km/h)
Dome purpose: University City
Owned Harvest Town: Unknown
- The participants in the League of Origins must belong to one of three predefined schools of warfare.
- Enhancements of the participants are allowed, as long as they are biological in nature; only the psychokinetic participants may carry power amplifiers. Biomechanical enhancement is not allowed.
- A battle request cannot be denied unless the defending city has not controlled any gather points for the last two weeks. This prevents a strong dome from completely annihilating a weak dome.
- Battles over the harvest towns are fought either as “Capture the Flag”, where teams must capture the opposing side’s flag and bring it back to the HQ, or “Team Deathmatch”, where the teams fight until the last man standing.
- The battle between two domes may take place either in the cities themselves, or in special arenas built throughout the continents.
While the initial thought was to make the participants of the League of Origins carry non-lethal weapons, most small domes were not able to upkeep an army with both lethal weapons for use against the spawn as well as non-lethal weapons for use in the sport. Therefore, the weapons used in the League of Origins are often lethal, meaning that the participants are running the risk of possibly being killed.
The offensive melee soldiers are often seen equipped with medium type armor and using either swords or pole arms to attack the enemies. While they might employ the use of a shield, their main focus is to lead the charge against the enemies.
The defensive melee soldiers are on the contrary quite heavily armed, often employing the use of both shield and blunt weapon to take down the enemies and protect the ranged and psychokinetic personnel.
The School of Ranged Combat is based on the fighting throughout the 20th and 21st century, often using a very light armor in favor of mobility, aiming possibilities and tactical overview. The school formally divides into long ranged combat and close ranged combat, but this division is often quite blurry.
The soldiers using ranged combat are often required to use paralyzing, stunning or other non-lethal bullets when fighting in the League of Origins. Their role as ranged combat is still upheld, however.
The School of Psychokinesis is quite unique and therefore does not draw on some classical period of human society. While the fear of a new nuclear warfare uprising has made many humans abandon most technological research in favor of living “naturally” in the domes, one branch of technological research was reinvented as the League of Origin started: The argumentation of the human brain.
Some subjects show exceptional mental skills, often with a small amount of telekinetic power. This evolution of the human is thought to be a byproduct of the nuclear radiation, and while the natural power of an individual is not often enough to even lift a piece of paper, technological advancements in brain implants has made this possible. With a power amplifier either implanted or carried near the brain, the subject becomes capable of using this telekinetic power for either psychic communication, which enables the user to talk to people out of sight, or psychic tracking, enabling the user to track humans moving around in the proximity.
Psychokinetic users are often used in roles as tacticians, because they require no electronic connection to their soldiers to be able to give orders and receive tactical information. This also applies with the medical role in which psychokinesis also plays a huge role: The user is able to locate the problem without needing to talk with the subject; reading the mind of the injured is enough.
The melee and ranged soldiers of the 30th century uphold the traditions of the medieval times as well as the 2nd millennia by using equipment alike the soldiers of those periods. Melee soldiers are often clad in heavy armor, taking on the image of knights and medieval soldiers, while ranged soldiers tend to choose a medium armor suited for movement, aiming as well as concealment.
During the three last centuries as a united Earth, mankind managed to invent several carbon-reinforced metals and alloys. Carbon-reinforced titanium, often called “adamant” as a reference to the medieval term form a hard substance, is the core substance of weapons and armor, tolerating a lot of pressure and wear before breaking or bending. This makes the material very suited for the melee oriented warfare that is fought with conventional swords and armors.
Although energy weapons have seen some action in the 30th century, these weapons are not very widespread. The fear of a new nuclear war as well as straying away from the conventional society has hindered the advancement of energy weapons severely. Only ranged weapons tend to employ energy-based rounds with the purpose of stunning the enemy instead of the standard uranium-tipped ammunition.
The rifles and handguns fire bullets by sending them through a particle accelerator. The muzzle velocity of a standard 5mm bullet can with this technology reach around 2,500 meters per second. The bullets are stored in magazines as was the standard during the 21st and 22nd century, enabling the user to switch between several types of ammunition.
The force field technology of the domes has found another use in the shields of the soldiers. Simply superior to blocking metal with metal, the ‘force shields’ are capable of absorbing much of the impact force, the absorbed force strengthening their own shield and lowering the strain on the wielder. The shields nature also allows the wielder to deflect bullets, giving the defensive melee soldiers an import role on the field of battle.
The illustration above shows the standard issued medium armor of the Aequitas Combat Teams. While the armor is not obligatory to wear, it offers decent protection due to its low-grade adamant shells. The individual soldier is free to fight in his or her own armor instead.
The Aequitas Combat Teams rely on their own weapons instead of an issued weapon. This allows the personalizing of one’s battle equipment.
Commanding Officer: Eve Heart | Psychokinetic | Tactician
Executive Officer: Phyllis Zethera | Melee Combat | Offensive
Team Member: Ameriv Argus Cortez | Ranged Combat | Long Range
Team Member: Ririn Crimea | Psychokinetic | Scout
Team Member: Aaron Blake | Ranged Combat | Close Range
Combat Team “Red Lancers” Roster
Commanding Officer: Alexander Patrick Lock | Melee Combat | Defensive
Executive Officer: Logan Sargan | Psychokinetic | Medic
Team Member: Lenard Conner | Ranged Combat | Mid Range
Team Member: Maen Raboc | Ranged Combat | Long Range
Team Member: Lana Haringer | Melee Combat | Offensive
We would really want to see at least one of each “combat school” in a team, although exceptions can be made. PM a Game Master or write in the OOC!
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Cursing her actions under her breath, she was about to turn to the offensive soldier, her mind already planning a very formal yet aggressive response, when suddenly Eve Heart of all people was to be found in the hallway saving Phyllis the trouble of responding. “Oh the irony”, Phyllis thought. While she did like Eve Heart for helping her through the tough times, Phyllis did not want to be indebted to Eve, much less defended by her. Phyllis wanted to be responsible for her own actions.
“Anyway, I'm also here to see the General Verturum, like everyone else. So I don’t want any problems, at least not for now.” The words of the soldier next to her, Blake she recalled, forced her to return to reality once again. Standing up, she faced Blake again, her face returning to that of an emotionless officer, although her prepared speech in her head was completely ruined. The only words leaving her mouth was the essence of what she had wanted to say: “I’m Officer Zethera.” Her voice was almost trembling as the words came out, her brain cursing itself for its stupidity.
A quick glance around the perimeter informed her that ten soldiers, herself included, had gathered here. Besides Eve she was not familiar with any of them. No wonder, since Phyllis tended to keep herself in the ranks of the charging melee soldiers, medics and ranged soldiers not peaking her interest at all. It seemed to Phyllis as if the Red Lancer CO had made his entrance and gathered his team around him while she had been occupied with Blake. That would mean that the three leftover soldiers, Blake included, were her new team mates.
Phyllis began to walk towards Eve, her eyes and facial expression saying ‘Thank You’. Just as she passed by Eve, however, the door by the guards opened and out came a tall, grey haired man with a cold expression on his face. His age was clearly shown in his face, the amounts of battles he had partaken in marked by the scars running across his cheeks and forehead. Phyllis quickly snapped both heels together and saluted Commander Verturum, her eyes awaiting an order from him.
“Stand down, soldiers. We will commence the briefing now”, he said. Phyllis could not help but notice the lack of excitement in his voice. Surely the savior teams gathered to enable Aequitas a conquest in the League should be a bit more interesting than organizing the grunt training? Her thoughts, however, quickly ended up dwelling at the events of the night. The loss of yet another soldier out of an army size of 90-something soldiers was quite a burden to bear. As Verturum motioned them to join him in the briefing room, she quickly moved along. With her helmet under her left arm she entered the briefing room, the only room of its kind in the whole barracks. Maps over the desolated Earth were projected onto the white walls, while a holographic map in the middle showed the current position of Aequitas in a much more detailed view. Phyllis quickly found herself a spot at the right side of the room, trying to create eye contact with those of her fellow team members who were entering through the door, hoping that the soldiers would separate themselves into teams.
“Today marks the beginning of a new era for Aequitas! We finally have an army suitable for participating in the League, and while we have fought in the League several times before this day, we haven’t emerged victorious yet.” Phyllis could not help but notice the change in the room atmosphere as Verturum began to brief them, his voice captivating both officers and soldiers alike. “Following the League rules, Aequitas cannot be attacked as we do not control any harvest towns. However, the city of Aequitas craves, no demands, new farmland in order to expand. With our current crop production here in the dome we will not be able to feed the next generation. Therefore, the M3 dome is as we speak heading towards the city of Triticum of the K2 dome, our first opponent.”
Phyllis exhaled after holding her breath throughout Verturum’s speech. She looked closely at Verturum, his face beginning to show the early signs of a smile. Her eyes then glanced at the holographic map on the table, the view of Aequitas suddenly showing the K2 dome in the distance. The excitement was unbearable! Phyllis tried to gain eye contact with Eve for a short moment, her eyes reflecting the feeling of happiness and yet nervousness that was stirring in her head, before returning her focus to Verturum.
“The city of Triticum is not much bigger than us, only boasting a 12-man League team. However, they have managed to hold onto the harvest town of Avena, a small farming community. We, the citizens of Aequitas, will need to gain hold of the harvest town stockpiles if we are to replenish our almost depleted food stockpiles.” Phyllis’ eyes followed Verturum as he finished speaking, his posture not changing very much even though this was fantastic news. Phyllis guessed he had been through so many briefings before that his body did not reflect the content of the information.
“The E.T.A. for Aequitas will be approx. 36 hours. We will commence our attack as soon as we can, and as the M3 dome is one of the fastest domes in its class we should have no problem intercepting them. We will be fighting the battle across the two domes, the battle itself being a ‘Capture the Flag’-styled battle. Since we will be going up against 12 soldiers, and since we do not have anything to loose except your lives, I have personally decided upon an all offensive strategy: We will be lowering two bridges between the domes. The Black Wolves will be assaulting on the right flank while the Red Lancers will be on the left flank. Remember: All we need is their flag to win. If we are strong and fast enough, they will not be able to defeat us!”
Phyllis did not hear the last words, her mind already picturing herself fighting the enemies across the bridge. She had yet to experience real dome warfare, but with her experience from spawn fights she felt confident. Her right hand tightened into a fist as she remembered the cause she was fighting for: This harvest town would be just another in the path towards reunion with her father. With her mind preoccupied she did not hear Verturum say “Any questions?”
“With all due respect General, these teams have just been formed. Now I’m not saying that everyone needs training. However I would very much like to see my soldiers abilities before leading them into combat. Not to mention that no team acts as one without training together. Now I am well aware that stopping this announced skirmish with Triticum is a poor choice. But at the very least please tell me that you intend for time after this match for some much needed training?” Lock and the General seem to be having some sort of battle of wills by the way they were glaring at each other. The truth was they often butt heads on matters like this. However in the past they would just laugh about how they are both stubborn mules. This could very of well been one of those time if it wasn’t for the audience and the importance of the matter.
"I understand your concern, but I'm afraid there is no possibility for training before the match. Aequitas is in need of the harvest town, however, and the people of Aequitas has decided upon a confrontation as fast as possible. I know your concern is coming from your previous service history in squads, but what better training exists than the field of battle? Both teams sport trained soldiers, all ready to defend our city against the spawn. I am sure they, with two excellent CO's, will be ready to fight the enemy. Proper training programs, as you request, will be commenced as soon as we have secured the harvest town of Avena." As always the General replies with tact and dignity. Lock loosens his stance as he is happy that the General agrees to the training programs Lock believed are vital to further success. “And on the note of COs, it would be proper for the Commanders to identify yourself at this point” General Vecturum glances to Eve and then back at Lock.
“Commander of The Black Wolves Eve Heart reporting for duty” Eve was quick to raise and held her salute as so rest of her team could clearly identify her. Lock was pleasantly surprised that the young female was the Commander of the other team.
“Commander of The Red Lancers Alexander Patrick Lock reporting for duty” Lock followed suit holding his salute. After a few more seconds had past the two commanders both briefly gestured their hands forward as they ended their salutes.
"Remember, we are all relying on you and your teams to score us this needed victory” for the first time in this briefing General Vecturum spoke with a hint of compassion. “This day onwards these two Commanders are in direct command of you. Good day” without another word General Vecturum left the briefing room. Lock was going to meet for him after the briefing for a drink of whisky. However it was clear that they both needed their rest.
“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m off to bed. Red Lancers you are dismissed. Get some much needed rest” Lock leaves the briefing room and heads back to his private quarters.
Eve was out of the room quite fast in order to catch up with the CO of the Red Lancers. Alexander P. Locke, a name she had heard a bit of through her time in the military academy. “I hope you don’t mind me walking with you Locke.” She said to him as she finally caught up with him, walking through a long corridor going from the head quarter to the league residence “We have to discuss how we start out the encounter, we have the time with us but they will surely be waiting for us when we finally get aboard the K2 dome. If I recall correctly the dome environment is basically plain fields with some few forest areas.” While talking to him she was thinking with all her might different plans to commence the attack “I will use some time to see if I can get some information on the dome and maybe their league soldiers. After all know thy enemy is a great term.” She turned silent for a few seconds “But of cause knowing your friend will also be required of this. What can you tell me about your team Alex-… Erm Locke?” Making a mistake at the last sentence wasn’t good; if she had just been able to do it at the start it wouldn’t have been as easily seen.
Eve was ready to face the fact that she would hear a lot from all of the members in her squad, she would have thought the same if a young person was about to command a team she was a part of, but luckily it wasn’t like that. Even though she didn’t look like it, she was indeed one of the top tacticians in the city as well as a good leader. But she was merciless on the battlefield; she had ease sacrificing people if she could save more by doing it. Her strategies could go from logical to insane from one point to another, but somehow they always seemed to end up well.
He followed the flow of people, not caring whether any of them run into the suitcase tied behind him. When he entered the small room packed with maps, his eyes met those of Zethera, and Aaron could feel the arrogance emanating from the woman. Who did she think she was, commanding him with a look? Aaron returned the stare with hostility and then settled down as best he could, without taking out the huge suitcase behind him.
Verturum then began boring a motivational speech, and Blake decided to use his time to analyze each of the fighters in the room.
There was his commander, Zethera, and she eliminated any type of consideration, and Zethera’s friend, a woman who seemed familiar with that procedure as well as Blake. Aaron wondered what place she occupied in the team.
There was a skinny teenager so pale that Blake thought he was sick. He had slightly pointed ears, and Aaron thought that maybe he was really sick. But he seemed to be agile, very agile, the kind that could evade Betty’s flames. He deserved to be taken into account. There was a man wearing a helmet and a sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, and Aaron ignored him instantly. There was no honor in killing at distance, and men without honor deserved not respect for Blake. There was another pale teen, this one with a horse-tail. The teenager was passive, cold as ice. Blake knew that the most dangerous men are those without emotion, and that young man did not seem to have any. Still, he was young and too weak to be respected.
There was a man who appeared to have the same age as Aaron. The man looked like a rat in appearance, with his gray hair and his skin pale, and seemed to have no idea where he was, with a behavior way to happy for the occasion. Way to happy for Blake’s taste. There was another young man, with very peculiar eyes, probably a mutation, smoking a cigarette. He was too young to smoke, but Aaron started smoking at the age of fifteen, who was he to judge? He had an arrogant expression on his face, as if he knew something nobody else knew and bragged that. This pleased Aaron, and he wished that the smoker was in his team. It was always better to be friends with arrogant men, for they were the ones who died for you trying to prove something on the battlefield ... There was another woman, much smaller and weaker than the other two, and if it weren’t for her diminutive size and stance Aaron would’ve thought she was a man. She wore a dagger at the waist, and that alone won Blake’s favor.
Finally, there was a huge man, much older than Aaron, and maybe this man deserved his respect. Obviously he was a born fighter, and certainly a melee one. He seemed to be almost as old as Verturum, and if someone else deserved Blake’s respect in that room, was that man. Blake hoped that this was the Black Wolves CO, and felt happy to serve under his command.
When Verturum finished his speech, Blake came back to conscience, soon enough to hear the General say: "Any Questions?" Blake would not have cared if any of the recruits asked a useless question, but it was the respectable man who did, and Blake heard him. He smiled. Perhaps the others needed training, but not Aaron. Aaron was always ready to fight ...
Then Verturum asked the Commanding Officers to introduce themselves, and Blake nearly collapsed when the woman took a step forward ... And his fears were confirmed. Eve Heart. Commanding Officer of the Black Wolves. The General left, and Blake followed Eve like a rocket, interrupting her conversation with the respectable man.
"Listen very carefully... commander" Blake spat the word with contempt. “Feel free to give orders to the other submissive assholes, but do not expect me to obey! I'll do my best in order to bring glory to Aequitas, and I’ll also try not to get my team exterminated, but that's all. I already told your friend and I will also tell you: Point the enemy and stay out of my way!"
Logan had sighed thankfully towards his new acting commander. He felt that a commander was like a teacher at the academy: They were all strict and stuff, but at least they cared for your well being. Logan turned on his heals, and headed towards the door. His medical bag hung beside him, and he put his lighter back in, along with the rest of the stash of his lighters. He was damn tired, and needed a break for once. Before leaving, he said.
"If I don't wake up in time, just yell. I may not be the nicest in the morning, but at least I will be awake. You can justify why later." He walked out the door, and slowly made his way to his room. He laid on the bed and thought about last night for a bit. It was the first time he had lost somebody in battle before, and even though his brain told him that he couldn't have done anything it still didn't feel right to him. He was a Medical genius, as the teachers said, and he cuoldn't even save 10 people. He felt a bit like a waste of space, but then fell into his deep slumber, hoping not to feel as so.
It didn't help.
“I demand the utmost respect from all my soldiers, as such I refuse to addressed by my first name. However, as a fellow Commander you can call me Alexander if you wish” Lock smiles at Eve. As he had thought someone so young and female would have to be one hell of a tactician to reach the level of Commander. “I see that your eager to find a solution to this pressing problem we have. I agree its important to know each others team. My team is raw hide ready to be made into leather. They all have developed skills , but there is a lot of friction in my team due to personality differences and completely different training methods. Judge purely by skill we are mainly close range with one long distance sniper. But I can tell you from my experience that the other dome’s team are much better trained” Lock’s face was filled with worry. He was unsure of weather his soldiers would be able to follow his command or weather he even knew them well enough to command them correctly. “Eve, may I call you Eve? The truth is our chances of winning this next encounter is less than 50% and it will all come down to working together. Something the other side has already had practice at, when we have had none. I predict that the only reason why we are going forward with it is due to pressure the good General is under from the rest of this dome. The reason why I say this to you is that although we should hope to win, its perhaps a good idea to prepare to lose. Just be prepared to deal with the low moral that follows a defeat. Now, any concerns about your team? I hope they were kind and gave you an easier to organized team” Lock looked to his door that was only a few feet away from him. It was very important to get along well with Eve due to her role in all this, but the siren song of Lock’s bed was loud.
Suddenly a large soldier that Lock recognized from the briefing approached Eve. His attitude seemed very out of place here and Lock was wondering if the General had gone mad bringing someone like this here to fight for us. As he thought about it, Lock couldn’t help but give a slight chuckle “you don’t seem to understand. You’re a soldier now, part of the most important type of army that exists in this era and this is the person in charge of you. Weather its commanding you off a cliff or to dress up as a woodland critter you have to obey” Lock came closer to the man. So closer that he could whisper his last line “If you don’t obey, I assure you, your life as a combater will be over for good” giving one last stare Lock marches to his room, keeping an ear open for any trouble.
Lenard shook Lan's hand and returned the smile. "Yup, Lenard. Be interesting to see how you fight, kid. Lan." He glanced over at Logan, somewhat more warily. "Nice to meet you too, doc." He's just trying to mess with you, don't let it get to- Wait, aren't I letting it get to me by trying not to let it arrrgh. He turned to listen to the last Lancer- He couldn't be sure yet if Stoner was an accurate mental nickname, but time would tell. He did seem a little out of it.
Then the General came into the waiting room and began to brief them. Lenard tried to look like he was feeling the appropriate amount of gravitas, but he knew all this already- as did everyone else, he suspected. In his case, he'd specifically chosen the lowest Dome- you got more famous for clawing up from the bottom than from falling from the top. Not to mention that it had been nearby.
I guess it would be too easy for them to be after Leagel first try... Besides, a mining town would be important only once you've got food. He tried in vain to recall what dome owned his home- But he couldn't remember. It changed so often that no one had. So we're supposed to go off and get ourselves killed so this place can get bigger... Oh, right, we're volunteers. Damn. He felt slightly irked about being personally treated like an expendable commodity. He'd lived his whole life that way, but now it was more personal. Nothing like imminent pain to put things into perspective.
Dismissed, he followed the others through the halls, hoping his stuff had already been delivered to whatever room he'd been assigned. He had no idea where it was, though. Or was he supposed to go find it? Damn these confusing domes...
Regardless of her commanders "suggestions," she decided she needed more practice. She had heard a little about the dome they would face, but not enough to feel comfortable blindly rushing in and trying to win. No, she would definitely do some self training. So she went to her room, grabbed her axe and helmet, and went down to the practice field. There were a couple regular Defense soldiers training, but she kept her distance and practiced some dagger throws and maneuvers and tossed her axe around some. She loved the feeling of swinging it around and into her targets, expecially when she used her dagger along with it. Block the first attack wtih her axe. Move quick. Distract with dagger. Finish with axe. She had several variations of this for all different weapons, but this was the most basic. She smiled to herself and whispered, "Those bastards don't stand a chance."
As with the number, Ririn had lost the ability to distinguish individual people. It was a single mass of several faces, thankfully none turned on him. The chatter was deafening, and Ririn had just been about spring out of his chair and bolt from the room, when someone else entered the room. All eyes focused on him at once, even Ririn's own. It was an older man, worn but seasoned with years of battle, and years of living. Instead of panicking about yet another body being added to the mass, Ririn felt himself relax, a quiet whimper escaping his lips as his shoulders slumped. The old man had an aura about him, and it was pointedly soothing to Ririn. Only a few people had that feeling to them, of gentleness mixed with wisdom-his own father being one of them-, and Ririn had admired every one of them he had met.
Despite the fact that he was still amongst the others, calm had settled over him, and Ririn found himself hanging onto every word the General said. He was actually able to listen to a speech and understand it, something that nearly none of his teachers at the academy had been able to accomplish with him. When it was done, and people started to file out slowly and talking animatedly again, his discomfort didn't return. However, that didn't abate his shyness, or the creeping embarrassment that he felt of himself. Honestly, he was a man now, and a soldier to boot, and he was still sitting in the corner of the room afraid to talk to anybody. If only Noah, the only friend Ririn had made at the academy, had joined the league team along with him, then at least he'd have someone to be with. No such luck though, he was alone, and he was going to have to toughen up...
He stood roughly, his cramped feet suddenly meeting the floor and trying to support his unbalanced weight. He fumbled for a moment, but then righted himself. He walked forward purposefully, heading towards a woman with red eyes that he had gathered was on his team. Her eyes were what had drawn his own, before his xenophobia had set in, as most oddities did. Anything that seemed odd or out of place seemed to draw Ririn, but he guessed it was just like calling to like. He had meant to ask her about what he was supposed to do now, where he was supposed to go, but the closer and closer he got, the less confident he got. By the time he was close enough to reach out and touch her elbow, his mind was warning him not to bother her with his pathetic problems. Hastening his step, which had lost its strength, he moved past her and out the door. He kept walking, off the main path toward a secluded space around the corner, his things momentarily left behind.
Ririn knelt down once he was sufficiently hidden from anyone that might have tried to follow him, letting his breathing still has he berated himself for being such a coward. What am I going to do with myself, he thought dejectedly. He rocked back on the balls of his feet, letting himself fall back to sit on the grass. He looked up at the sky, which was settling in the darker part of the night, and stared at the moon and stars that were visible beyond the domes perimeter. He smiled a weak smile; he always liked the moonlight. The sun was too harsh, even on the mildest days. It burned him out, and made him feel too thin and invisible. He used to stay up some nights and hold his hand up to the moon, though. The night lights were much gentler on his skin, and sometimes when he tapped his imagination, he could feel that the soft light of the stars made his skin glow.
"I'll wait for them to leave. Then I'll go back in and get my stuff, and see if I can find a somewhere to nap a bit." He spoke to himself, in as reassuring a tone as he could manage. It helped him, sometimes, to tell himself what he was going to do next. It was calming. "I don't need to bother anyone about a room. I just need to find a tree or something. No big deal, Rin. You're a mess, mate. Honestly."
It took him a little while to get to the training field, as he almost always walked at a leisurely pace. Upon arrival, he found his new teammate swinging the axe in a manner that showed he knew what he was doing, Lan is what they called him. Careful not to get in too close, Maen walked up to him. "You're pretty good with that thing. I'm glad I'm not your enemy!"
"Just remember to not scare me like that again, and you won't be. And thanks," she said, accepting his compliment with a slight smile while subtly warning him not to get on her bad side. She didn't particularly like being interrupted during training, especially not when surprised. "I'm sorry, I don't think I've formally introduced myself. My name is Lan Haringer--offensive melee and grunt are my roles." She put her axe on her back and extended her hand to him. She planned to act friendly for a while, just enough to get on everyone's good side. But really all she wanted was to shrug everyone off and be left alone to think of her miserable past and all she could do to prevent the horrible memories from replaying in her head. The last thing she wanted was to be depressed.
Letting go of the Lans rather tender hands, he folded his arms across his chest. After getting a better look at him, the lad did have some strikingly feminine features, but then, that wasn't entirely unheard of. Summing it all up, their team had a CO that reminded him of some kind of Spartan from the storybooks, an irritable XO, a guy that had more ego flowing through his body than blood, himself and this kid. Seemed fine and dandy, he preferred a more chaotic team, usually meant less responsibility. Lan, on the other hand, seemed more the type to dwell over such things, as evidenced by his wanting to train up. "So, what do you think of the team?" he asked.
He admired his spear for a couple seconds. The way both ends had blades made fighting with them look like a dance, with the sun shining off each end. It wasn't as heavy as it looked, but took time to master how to wield it. The black fibers that ran along the shaft made him smile, remembering his days at the Offensive Melee Section of the School. And because he wanted to make sure he still had it, he walked out the door and out into the training field. He didn't notice his 2 team mates out there, because he went straight towards a section of dummies that hadn't been violently abused yet. When he got there, he took his bag off his shoulder, and readied his stance, just like his dad taught him to so many years ago. His feet spread apart wider than most stances, his right hand behind his back holding the spear in the middle and his left hand in front of him. He then flew forward.
He cut through them with the brutality of any other soldier, but with the grace of a dancer. The spear twirled, stabbed, lunged, smacked and destroyed the dummies, all 12 of them. He stood there, satisfied with his work
Before Eve was able to answer Alexander, a third person had joined up, Aaron Blake. A move Eve had seen coming from a person like him, but she had had her hopes that he would have waited until he got a chance to yell at her in private. Instead his entire “wrath” struck her in the middle of a conversation with her co-commander and if that wasn’t enough he even defended her. Eve didn’t like when people tried to protect her in any way. Of cause she knew they did it with the intention of helping, but she felt it as if it would show other people that she was weak and needed others to look after her. She kept this inside her mind as the commander talked to Aaron, That man truly need someone to show him his place… Or maybe someone to understand him even? Eve’s eyes turned to the black case Aaron held on his back. What was his weapon again? Oh yeah a flame thrower. Eve suddenly smiled, she had just gotten a plan of how to commence the attack.
Eve turned towards Alexander, who stood in front of the door to their room “Thank you Alexander I will take it from here. I’m going to contact you as soon as I have some more information. Rest well.” And with those words spoken Eve turned around to meet the sight of Aaron once again. She walked up beside him “Your surely seem hungry, why don’t we discuss this matter in the cafeteria? I’ll buy you a well burned steak if you’d like it.” Eve began walking towards the cafeteria, while hoping that Aaron would follow her.
On the way she found her phone in one of the pockets in her trench coat. She dialed a number and put the phone to her ear “Good day it is Heart, I will need some information on the city Triticum as well as the K2 dome. I would appreciate a map and some info on their league teams and setup… Yeah I want all the information you can gather in 12 hours, and remember to keep this unofficial as always… Thank you. Just send the info to my mail as you find it.” She hung up and put the phone back into her pocket. Sometimes it is good to be a part of the Heart Corporation. She smiled once again.
"To be honest, I think we need a lot of work. That cocky Lenard fellow seems like he knows about fighting, but I also think that he's fake. I'm not sure about him. The XO has his nose a little to high in the air, and a stick a little too far up his ass. The commander is hard, but if I know his type as well as I think I do, he's got a soft spot somewhere inside that giant of a body of his. And you, you're pretty mysterious, with that helmet of yours over your head. I still don't know how to feel about you. But you seem pretty cool. As for me, I prefer to work individually. And I can go ahead and say that there is a lot you will probably never know about me, but none of it is important," she explained. She winked at him then continued, "Overall, we're a melting pot of completely random characters performing in this war-torn play. And Commander Lock has it in for him if he thinks he can whip us into shape soon."
She knew she was being brutally honest, but she didn't care. Maen seemed like a pretty trustworthy guy, regardless of the fact that she didn't even know what he looked like, so she went ahead and spoke her mind. She didn't notice Logan coming onto the practice field.
Eve Heart muttered something to the respectable man, and then turned to Aaron, who was still shocked. Surprisingly, she was nice. Aaron expected resistance, because they all feel slightly superior, but instead his commander invited him to a friendly dinner. Blake wondered what she wanted from him... Suddenly she began to walk, and Blake had no choice but to follow her. He needed no further punishment, and the woman was his superior, after all ...
They reached the cafeteria, a dirty little place with nothing special. Blake sat down heavily in a fragile chair, which cracked and almost broke under Aaron and his equipment’s weight. He shouted to the kitchen, asking for a steak and water, and then began a complex ritual. Blake took the case from his back and carefully placed it on the floor. He opened it as if opening an ancient manuscript and started removing Betty piece by piece and putting her up on the dusty table. He began to inspect the flamethrower, lingering on each check, carefully polishing each part. He signaled Eve to begin the talk, implying that he would not interrupt the ritual, even though paying attention to what she would say. The commander would have to deal with that.
Logan looked at all the butchered dummies and smiled to himself, glad he hadn't lost his touch while in Psycho school. That place was so boring when it wasn't productive. When Logan wasn't learning anything, he had been taught to sit there and do nothing, something to do with channeling mind energy. He didn't do that. He instead practised the technique he was famous for: The one that was called the Spider's Web. He called it that after the one guy gave him the nickname Spider.
"Hello, Executive Logan," she called to him, saluting. He seemed to be admiring his excellent work in cutting up his dummies, and she immediately regretted interrupting him. Oh well, it's too late now. She didn't really know what to say to him, so she began to ask him questions and shower him with compliments. "You really butchered those dummies. I like the way you work. How do you feel about our team? And by the way, do you know who we're supposed to be rooming with? I never got the official room chart." Her sentences weren't connected at all, but she didn't care. She just tried to act casual about everything and kept smiling her slight smile.
"Dude, you didn't have to apologize. I was actually glad that somebody that the nerve to insult me. It's something I haven't seen in a while. Then you went and ruined it dude. Whatever" He twirled his spear around and grabbed his bag. "To answer your excuses for trying to hide your embarrassment..." He laughed. "I don't really care about our team. Lock will do what he needs to, I will too. Thats all i need. And i don't friggin know whose with who for rooms. All I know is that I am alone in mine."
The briefing was as the young man expected, merely Verturum attempting to inspire his warriors. It had no effect on the monotonous sniper. All that was relevant was the intended tactics the general put forward. Ameriv didn't care what their target was as long as he could use the target dome's terrain to his advantage. He needed roosts, places where he had command of a battlefield through as scope. When questions were request he kept to himself, he would learn on the task. There was no need to interrupt others or waste his own time. With the dismissal he was quick to leave. He had not yet excavated himself from his previous home, yet he had few belongings and shifting them was hardly a chore.
With the moving complete Ameriv settled to sleep and recover from the previous night. He could not maintain the required level if fatigue dominated his mind.
The words of the general seemed only to encourage Phyllis. She needed no knowledge of the chance of winning, nor of the consequences that would come if she was to fail the task given her. Each battle in the League would be one step closer to finding her father again, and she would be sure to keep that objective prioritized. Phyllis did not share any deep connections with Aequitas. Sure, the dome had originated from somewhat the same area of the Earth as her ancestors had, but for all she cared it was just another mobile city, another piece of a puzzle displaying the human legacy.
Eve’s strict expression drew Phyllis back to the reality. Phyllis’ face became a mixture of emotions: Eve’s expression made her worry, but her feelings were at the same time too confused from the inputs the General had given them. With Phyllis’ brain unable to cope with her feelings, Eve luckily announced her plans to retire to her room and then walked away, Phyllis spotting Blake in sharp pursuit. She decided to once again glance down at the holographic map, her thoughts moving elsewhere. “Triticum, huh?” she thought to herself in an inner monologue. “Being a crops-oriented dome they’re probably not heavy on psychokinetic users. Should be easy to charge their ranks”.
A soft noise towards the room’s exit made Phyllis aware that all of her fellow soldiers had left the room. “Better find a room and get this armor cleaned”, she thought to herself, her eyes slowly closing as a response to the once again growing sleepiness. A yawn came across her face as she moved down the hallway of the main building, her helmet striking against the side of her armor with every step. A slight annoyance with the helmet could be seen across Phyllis’ face, her normal style of fighting not including the use of said protection. Phyllis noticed that the amount of civilian staff visible had decreased over the course of the briefing. “The mess is probably overrun with people”, she noted to herself, her stomach responding with a quiet growl.
The league dormitory’s entrance came closer with every soft clank from her armored boots. As Phyllis walked through the entrance, a copy of the main building’s entrance albeit smaller, she noticed the dormitory assignments on the wall mounted screen. Skimming quickly through the list, she found herself assigned to room two. Not caring about the rest of the soldiers’ assigned rooms, she quickly paced her movement towards the supply room of the dormitory. Walking into the room filled with everything a soldier could want in maintenance supplies, she quickly decided upon a standard cleaning set needed to conduct maintenance on her medium armor.
Entering her assigned dormitory room, Phyllis noticed that she had been assigned to a two-bed room. “Surely they do not expect me to live with others?” she said softly to herself, her words structuring her sentences much easier when alone. Phyllis began to detach her armor from her body, the cleaning kit thrown down upon the white sheets of her chosen bed. As her hands became free of the armored shell, Phyllis noticed a small but noticeable tremor throughout her fingers, the prospects of finally going into real combat making her body flow with adrenaline.
With most of her armor off and cleaned, only the chest piece and legs remaining on her body, the lack of sleep was finally wearing Phyllis down. She quickly undid the two lasts pieces, pushed all the armor to the end of the bed and slipped into the sheets, her shock-absorbing suit still on. “Nobody’s going to care after what I did this night”, she assured herself, the empty void of sleep closing in on her fast.
Eve didn’t speak for some time; instead she looked around the canteen. She saw a group of young soldiers look at her then talk a bit then look at her again, seeing a woman with her age and beauty in the barracks wasn’t something you would see every day. Eve smiled towards them and waved. “We all have masks Blake.” The girl that had been there with the steak to Aaron came back and placed a can of Swiftness in front of Eve, then she returned to the canteen. “We develop masks the older we get and the more people we meet, for example I am using my cute mask towards those soldiers over there.” She turned her head towards Aaron. “I have more masks than the most people in my age, and you will see that I use them to benefit my needs, and my needs alone.” She smiled but with a rather creepy smile. “That’s how I am; manipulating.” She opened the can in front of her and took a sip of it. “Why would I tell someone like you this?... Well it seems like people think you a quite insane.” She giggled “Another feature I like about you indeed. You aren’t like everyone else, and through that they call you a maniac. Am I right?” She took another sip of the can. If people knew my real intentions they would surely think the same about me though.
The mobile in her pocket vibrated, she picked it up and looked at the display. Her face expression had turned rather feeless while she was tapping on the phone. “Perfect” Eve leaned towards Aaron in order to whisper into his ears “Tell me; have you ever heard the sound of burning crops?” The creepy smile was back on her lips.
"To answer your excuses for trying to hide your embarrassment...I don't really care about our team. Lock will do what he needs to, I will too. Thats all i need. And i don't friggin know whose with who for rooms. All I know is that I am alone in mine." This guy really did think he was cool as ice. His whole attitude towards everything was annoying and to be frank, she didn't like him at all.
"Thank you for your help," she said sarcastically and, smiling, turned away and walked off the practice field. She decided to get him out of her head as soon as possible; she didn't like to dwell on things she didn't like. So to distract herself, she stopped by the mess hall to grab a snack and walked around for a bit, trying to clear her mind and think of the big battle coming up. How would they do? Would they be successful? Will they gain the harvest town? She knew that Aequitas wasn't the wealthiest place in the world. She was "lucky" to have been adopted by one of the most notable families in the city. But she wouldn't go back there. She would chose this life over that one any day.
She eventually found herself heading towards her newly assigned room. She assumed that her things would be taken up, so she would just have to go unpack. She was also told she would be sharing a room with someone, but she didn't know who yet. She wondered if they would have given her her own room if they knew she was a girl. Oh well, she was fine with this situation. It would just be harder to keep her gender a secret, but she would manage. She had come this far.
Aaron shook his head when hearing about the masks. He ostensibly began to polish the macabre fireproof armor helmet. Its color was dark brown, almost black, made of the same material as the rest of the armor, able to withstand high temperatures without heating up. The helmet was composed of two parts: there was the helmet itself, protecting the entire head and the face and docked with the chest armor, and there was the mask. The mask was placed over the helmet, and it was far more sophisticated than it seemed. It had an antenna, which collected all the information that reached the screen that was projected in front of Blake's face. This screen gave Blake an advantage, for it projected a peripheral and telescopic vision of what laid ahead, besides projecting Aaron’s vital signs. The three bright red crystals embedded in the face of the mask were purely decorative, but when Betty was spitting fury the crystals sparkled, and when Blake wore the mask it seemed that he was not human but a monster, coming from hell to seek souls and bring them back to the deep pits where he came from.
While he polished the crystals Aaron thought about what Eve had said. She was right. Even Blake had masks.
Then his commander leaned over and whispered to Aaron. At this point Aaron couldn’t help opening a smile on his face. The idea was tempting ... Way too tempting to pass up. He turned to Eve, who was also smiling in a macabre way, and that made Blake laugh. The young soldiers at the end of the cafeteria looked back quietly, and even the waitress who served Blake came back to see what was happening. It was a guttural, cruel and sadistic laugh, and made Aaron feel really alive.
The huge soldier then carefully placed the sophisticated helmet down and stood up, causing the chair to squeak reliefed. He was still laughing, and with a smile on the face Blake muttered to Eve:
"Now we understand each other."
Then Blake made an effort to get serious, and his effort was pathetic, which caused a grimace on his face. He saluted, and as he had done this very few times in his life, the gesture came out with a comic and ironic tone. Then he said aloud for all to hear:
"Soldier Aaron Blake reporting for duty, ma’am! Where can I be of use? "And by adding that last question Aaron's eyes sparkled.
1. Lan was a dude, but gay.
2. Lan was a dude, but had some serious issues with how to be a guy. Maybe even a tranny, or mutation.
3. Lan was a girl.
Every option would be exploited, every option would be tested. Cause that is how Logan worked: Finding the answer by manipulation, exploitation, or just ripping off that stupid helmet. All three of his options were quite liable, each one of them having their own reasons for being that way. Logan smiled, as if Lan had signaled a little challenge between both of them that there was a miniature competition between the two. And Logan hated losing.
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