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 Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 10:55 pm
This thread will cover all events in Hunters' Coven territory until an Instance becomes necessary.
The Hunters' Coven presently controls the following Leylines:
The Holy Line (Jerusalem)
The Tenochtitlan Line
The Greenland Curve
The Hunters' Coven presently controls the following areas:
North America
Central America
Southern Greenland
Israel
Europe
The Hunters' Coven disputes the following areas most heavily:
Iberia and the Middle East (vs. Cabal Coalition)
Greenland and Russia's eastern tip (vs. Tyrgani Alliance)
Hawaii and Pacific Islands (vs. Outlander Confederation)
Air Power: 6/10
Naval Power: 6/10
Land Power: 6/10
Bonuses: N/A
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:52 pm
-2 Awesome Points to Bayer for posting before opening post even if he deleted it.
"Gentlemen, ladies, genderless, I know you have been brought here in the utmost secrecy and are probably tired of being kept in the dark so I'm going to tell you our state of affairs now. I am Camille Erikson, and the giant golden airship behind us is an Angelcorvette, a small Angelship with marginally more stealth capabilities than most Angelships. Its name is The Triumphant, and I'm its Captain... and you're my crew. The heavily-scarred woman to my ******** you, Camille."
"... Is Rose LeBlanc, whom you may know as The White Witch. She's our engineer. Attached to the ceiling for no apparent reason is the GN_Triton cyNet3 robot. To my right is its companion, the CL_Triton. They-or-it will be acting as our Head of Security. Now, everybody on-board. I'll show you around the mess hall, the cockpit, the bunks, the gun control points, the armory, and the pod drop area. Any questions?"
"The pod drop area, sir? Er, ma'am?" one short male - probably some sort of elementalist, knowing the Coven - spoke out. "What do the pods drop?"
"You," Camille responded. "Now let's get onboard, the sooner we're out of this cavern the better."
"We're also about to launch an attack," Rose faux-whispered. Camille glared at her as she walked up the boarding ramp to The Triumphant.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:08 pm
Tyrose Franklin, commonly called Ty, listened vaguely to the instructions and began moving to the boarding ramp. As per the usual, he hadn't fully prepared for the mission, and it appeared that he had been intended to know less about this one than the detail to which he was accustomed, which wasn't that much in the first place, if he recalled correctly.
He glanced at the robots. They had been one of his greater surprises, after being thrust into the Coven, but seemed friendly enough... if "friendly" was the right word for a semi-soulless hive entity. Nothing was quite like it had been on the farm.
As he approached the Witch, he caught her eyes with his own twinkling ones and rather casually asked, "Exactly what kind of attack, ma'am? And on whom? I'm afraid I haven't kept up properly; please forgive the imposition, ma'am."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:11 pm
Rose smiled. "Not a worry. They don't say s**t to the people on the ground. Hell, the haven't even said how I'm supposed to be the engineer for an Angelship to me yet. But I do know where we're going: Central America. We'll be crossing the Pacific pretty soon. Captain Camille's gonna brief us once we're in the air - the pilots already know. Want to skip the tour and hit the kitchen, by any chance?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:13 pm
"We're already attacking? We haven't even gotten on the ship before, that's ridiculous," Cassandra pointed out. Her head pivoted side to side, listening and looking at the various colors the mana painted across the ship and its occupants. It was almost like what she was told Vampires or Werebeasts could hear or smell. It caught her third eye, and she could distinguish what it was, and whose it was. It was a bit overwhelming for her; she'd never before seen quite so much magic in one place, this being one of her first actual combat duties. She felt under-equipped and underdressed, with nothing long-sleeved to her name at all. Nothing but what she normally wore, which was hardly... combat-worthy. She should've done something about that, but now it was probably too late.
"Do we at least get some sort of training other than crash-course? Or maybe some weapons, or like... uniform?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:16 pm
"My better half is in the armory," CL_Triton informed Cassandra. "I can get you most anything you need and we'll probably be having some sort of thaumatailoring device onboard. I fully expect the uniforms we wear to get shredded all the damned time."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:19 pm
"...what?" Cassandra replied. "Shredded... all the time?" She shuddered. "You make it sound like we're going to be losing limbs constantly." Even the robot had an unreality signature. Insane.
"How long to we have to get settled in, where do we go, and do we get training?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:19 pm
Ty grinned. "I'd love to. We get good enough food as it is, but there's never a need to turn down an offer of further rations, is there?" He surreptitiously sniffed the air. Among the variety of other scents bombarding his nose, he detected the faint wafts of vanilla magic coming off the girl who had spoken.
Central America... He had heard of it and knew the geographical location, but had never been there. Apparently, it was a point of some contention between the Coven and Cabal. Beyond that, his knowledge was fairly limited.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:24 pm
The cyNet3 construct tilted its head at Cassandra, a freakishly human expression from an inhuman being. "You... haven't been trained? Perhaps there has been some sort of error, I must check the crew roster. What is your name?"
"Kick a**," Rose replied with a smile. "Follow me." She led Ty through the spacious passages, steel-toed boots clanking against the mesh of metal on the floor. It appeared to be designed for draining blood. They came to a kitchenette and the tools within it sprung to life at a wave of Rose LeBlanc's hand. "What do you want? The ship should be able to magic up whatever you need."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:26 pm
"No, no, not basic! Ship training! Interaction with the vessel before we are being shot out of pods towards the ground!" Cassandra was unusually focused for her. "I would like to know where I'm going on the vessel. Get familiar with it, and what not."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:31 pm
Ty's nose wrinkled in surprise at the veritable explosion of magic. This was not something to which he was accustomed. "Ah... for now, I suppose I could go for a hamburger, I guess." He was a little confused by the odd shape of the hallways. His sneakered feet moved almost soundlessly across it, although any sound he might have made was drowned out by the clump-footed woman leading him. "So, we're just going to be shot to ground in pods and told to start fighting? Or is there a more detailed plan?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:36 pm
"Follow Camille, then. She's showing everyone around," CL_Triton advised. "Your registration checks out, though - I'm wired to the armory computers, I just checked."
Rose shrugged. "We got equipment for that." She began to manipulate the food, toaster, and stove more directly. "And we're not being shot to the ground, at least for this mission. You'll see what I mean shortly." She frowned. "I do hope they remembered to ensure the Angel drop pods were reconfigured for humans."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:42 pm
Cassandra nodded an affirmative thanks and jogged off to catch up with Camille. She paid attention to her surroundings; it wouldn't do to get lost trying to come back, if she cared to. The magic was ever more overwhelming; the Angelship was just packed. Before asking any questions, she decided to listen to what Camille might tell them.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:44 pm
Ty laughed lightly at the last bit. He knew a little something about Angels. Not a great deal, but enough to know that an Angel drop pod was probably quite different from one able to support human life. "I hope so, too. Might be a bit of an embarrassment to not even make it to ground for our own offensive." He observed the room rather passively as he spoke. "What level of resistance will there be?" He was partially interested, but the blender interested him more. Blenders make smoothies. Blenders can make strawberry smoothies. Women respond to strawberries. That piece of information was stored away, never to be forgotten.
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