The planet Bassas was a peaceful world until they were invaded by Gedd, another planet in their small solar system Yanna. Distress signals were received by the Protectorate. Besides the Paladin’s natural sense of justice, the Galactic Senate also approved sending support based on the closeness of Yanna to the Holum system which housed two Protectorate planets.
In response, the Paladin’s created an elite fighting force commanded by the Master Paladin Ayleth and Master General Shell. The team was dispatched and landed on Bassas shortly after.
The planet’s climate is of a spring temperament with many showers and small storms. The green sky is overcast currently, but the ground is only slightly damp. After landing the group sets out upon setting up a small camp and base of operations before being called to attention for further briefing by the two commanders.
Ayleth has the appearance of a young Avalonian woman, though that says nothing of her actual age. She wears armor carrying sigils used by Rebel Paladins in the wars of old. Despite her obvious Avalonian heritage, her eyes are a clear Damaskian grey, likely the cause of many tensions in her life on Avalon, steeling a stern attitude and limited tolerance for disrespect.
OOC: Please write a short introduction to your character including some of your history with the Paladins and how you ended up on this mission. Describe what type of camp you prioritized before reporting to our fearless leaders! Remember, the Paladins are highly advanced in technology and are not limited to Earth styled camping.
Last Edit: Sept 21, 2021 17:20:47 GMT -5 by Samara
Vlad had just wrapped up an unsavory bit of a serial spree killer. Freed an elected official and a bunch of intended “Seat stuffers” if not enough people showed up who voted against the intended political victim on the fatalistic misanthrope to all notions of compassion game night. The synthetic life form got the summons and reported as instructed. Going with a detachment of his force that squeezed onto his ship.
As he stood on the stone segmented tiles over the ship floor, he thought back to the orc invasion, that iron lung who plunged the city he took the stone from in memorandum of the great loss it took to save the people as so many were permanently changed, those who survived the powder rage reed that made the skys above the vacation center city darken to a bloody mist, the orc who he ended on the space elevator when the iron lung seen the end of the invasion at hand and went to plunge a panic retreat station into the planet as a final push of his doomed carrier. Vlad fought to save lives. He did so in the fight between the crime factions and the genocidal urban legend forces, working with the lesser of the two evils to save people as the former at least had the motivation to aid people and the like while the ladder only viewed people as more material to convert to their cause. To aid others why, he was a first response unit, setting up parameters and barriers in sieges, zones that could provide escapes to the civilians as well as shield walls to stall advancing enemies. Protection, why Vlad chose the protectorate over the scholar’s so very long ago, he respected their treasuring of knowledge, but files and tomes can be recreated lives forever scarred or lost could not be so mended or replaced as they. to protect it was his aspiration and the logical consequence of his positive freedom philosophy. Being alone on an island is pure base freedom, but a dead island promises a free land to die on and little else, entities deserve a measure of assurance not only an ease to existence but dignity to it as well. Replicator tech with fusion power providing all entities may require sustaining, mental and physical aid to call on should the need arise, and other such view points that had him join the secular guardian branch.
It’s got his plated posterior kicked from Namek, Avalon, Earth, Grace, and Vita. However, it pushed him further than he thought his mechanical body could do, go far beyond what one devoid of as much personhood as he had would. How many machines would fly under a city and push against a gravity? Well, no idea if they could hold it up, but doing so because not would risk every life in the floating city? Holding back an artificial star? So many deeds that he did with certainty of success no doubt far from other synthetics acceptable parameters but as he was a synthetic who could be swayed by his philosophic/ethical evaluations and logic he went for it and suffered well the stings of aspirational heroism. Granted, being robotic made it fewer long term debilitating, but still at the moment great pains and regrets of failures were suffered. Power he was wise enough to not covet it but realized such was needed to succeed in far-reaching aspirations, most especially against those who covet it in all forms, as the cyber lich lord Gill did.
He contacted Dusk and let her know he was heading in with his fully stationed war ship to aid and hoped she would be well, all the therapist, mechanics, and other sorts that could aid her get back to full functionality from when Spider took her world view of herself, the ground she stood on in who and what she was and tore it out with all the gentle tact of a severity 6 volcano explosions. She put on a strong face for him, but he could tell she ordered his personhood be limited by inhibitors, but now she knew she was core synth herself that the mortal her died, and she was a synthetic continuance of that entity, an AI to, but she was not suppressed, it was not right tho he attempted to console her and reason her she was acting within reason and with a measure of sense, she felt dirty for what she ordered done.
Vlad and his forces arrived at the world having taken the designated gate to it, the onboard AI relayed the data to them, the planet’s history, its relevant function and culture. Vlad kept his smile internal seeing his Namekian AI friend, been with him so very long, since his first ship.
The protectors disembarked with great efficiency several Capsule pods dropped from troop choppers to set up a defensible location and a crisis center for the potential civilian population to backpedal to and be airlifted out, as the bulk of the force was either synthetic or augmented the facilities top-most layer would service them for quick at the door restock/restoration, but they had stations for purely organic needs to. Quality over quantity, organic crew may have a line to wait in, but service will be at the end of the line with premium quality, all the same as the synthetic. The force that seen the conflicts of the legion, the gang war with the urban legend psychos. The invasion by orcs. So much of everything they were was already given to the ideals of positive freedom and quality living for all sentient beings, and like Vlad, they would pay the price again and again if called to.
Were there more capable forces in the Avalon protectorate than they? Oh, yeah. Were there more willing to carve at their souls and pay the tool of their own minds to see their duty is given all their synthetic/bio bodies can endure or their electric/ bio-electrical souls could pay? That question would be a hard one to answer, as the metal of their souls were of far greater stuff than even their most grand war-frame bodies.
The dynamic Paladin duo was no longer a thing. Ever since Brianne had returned to her home Universe, he had been alone. Most of his journey as a Paladin was with her and now that she was gone, he had to find a way to not just be the muscle behind the duo, but also a leader to the Protectorate. His military rank and his Paladin title combined was all something that kept the Namekian as the special shield for all of the Avalon Protectorate to feel some comfort and peace within the crazed Universe they lived in.
He heard it all the time as he helped out in places, ‘Who doesn’t know General Shell?’ It was almost like his unique power and skills has been used more as a marketing campaign from the Protectorate than actually being a hero to save those in danger. Maybe it was his stasis or maybe it was him trying to find his way without his friend, but at times he had started to feel relegated to just that.
He finished his morning mediation one day and went to put on his now staple sunglasses. A nice simple look for the Namekian that also helped him keep a rather unique look for his people, but at the same time it was for an entirely different reason. The AURORA system that was gifted to Brianne during their work had been left for him after she returned to her home. Being that the AI was connected into every bit of information related to the Protectorate as well as basically all Universal news it was a massive source of his daily information. She was also his connection into any computer system she wanted if he needed it. That was certainly something he hadn’t used to the level Brianne used to just yet. He was still really trying to understand just all that this system could truly do.
As he put on the glasses the somehow scanned his eyes and turned themselves on, ”Good Morning Master Shell, I have information from Senator Hunting. It appears that the Senate has specifically requested you lead a mission on a planet that was invaded by Gedd. The world of Bassas.”
Hearing this the Namekian’s interest immediately sparked. He needed some action, something to do, somewhere to save. He needed to get his mind off whatever caused Brianne to leave for her Universe and he needed to prove he could do all that he had done without her around. He had some doubts in his mind, but he wasn’t going to let them cloud what he knew he was capable of doing. That was protecting those that couldn’t protect themselves. He was always going to strive to do exactly that.
”When did this message come in?” The Namekian asked, realizing he had been mediating for sometime and he didn’t want to be skipped over.
”No need to concern yourself. The call has yet to be made actually. I just overheard the communications that were going on. You should be getting a former request in three… two… one…” Just as she finished a call came across the screen with Senator Hunting’s face as the caller, ”I assume you want me to put him through.”
”Of course.” He had a few questions about how she knew all of this and just how deeply connected she actually was. Was he actually in a way spying on the protectorate having her around? He didn’t have time to think about any of that though as the Senator’s image came up on the screen and the conversation began immediately.
”Hello Shell, it has been some time since I have gotten to speak with you. I hope all is well, but sadly I have to cut the formalities short and get to business.” Senator Hunting began seeing a nod of Shell’s head to indicate he was ready before continuing, ”The Galactic Senate has received a distress call from the planet Bassas. It was attacked by a nearby world called, Gedd. They need help and I requested that you be sent to personally lead the mission. General Trike agreed as well that you would be the best man for the job. You will be leading a rescue mission to send back the invaders. Commander Uble will also be sent to aid in the military side of things. You will be working with Master Paladin Ayleth on achieving these goals. She was hand picked by Ury and will be meeting you there. Commander Uble is already gathering troops for your aid as we reach out to other heroes as well. I’m counting on you though to bring this home for us. I have a feeling this isn’t just some minor invasion by the sound of the distress call. It seemed like they were in major trouble.”
Shell listened as the Senator spoke, only speaking when he was finally done, ”I will be happy to help. My ship is ready to go and I’ll be heading there immediately. I’ll get in contact with Uble as well. I might not be Brianne, but I worked with him enough to know we will be able to handle this without any further concern. I will check back in with you once we have sent back the invaders.”
The Senator smiled giving a quick wave goodbye before ending the call. As the Namekian gathered a few supplies he had sitting around from training, he couldn’t help, but to think about Ayleth. She was a Master Paladin, but he hadn’t heard of her. One that Ury had recommended too so she had to be good, but it was rare that he didn’t know those that earned the rank of Master. He had been rather busy lately looking into why Brianne had left this Universe so maybe it was just something he missed along the way. It was also possible she was a long time hero and they just hadn’t met up yet.
After gathering his things, he looked into the corner of the sunglasses as he saw AURORA was already flashing with information, ”I have communicated with Commader Uble and he will be sending the troops allotted for this mission to Bassas shortly. The jump drive is also ready so we can be there quickly and get everything setup. In the meantime, I also had all the resources we will need for a basecamp sent to your ship and have set the coordinates for our travel. Is there anything else I need to get going before we head to our destination?”
Shell was amazed. This was clearly how Brianne always seemed to be on top of these sorts of military details as AURORA was quick to act and put the operation into motion. He didn’t hesitate either, closing his eyes for a moment before suddenly appearing in his ship on the bridge. With a flicker of his eyes the AURORA network shifted from his glasses to the screens around the command deck. ”It appears that we are good to go. I just would like to know a little more about Bassas?”
Suddenly information about Bassas appeared on the screens as the ship took off onwards to its destination, ”Bassas is a lovely and before recent events peaceful world. A nice spring like weather pattern is normal across the planet making it a lovely tourist attraction and great source of wealth and resources for itself and Avalon. This is likely why it was made a priority to the Senate and considering its political importance likely why Senator Hunting wanted you involved.”
To be honest he likely should have cared about the political importance part of things, but he tried to ignore politics as much as he could. Instead, he looked out into space. Going into a warzone was not new to him, but he understood the depths and danger that these sorts of things could bring with them. Even if things went perfect some would die and others would be left with permanent wounds whether it be physically, mentally or emotionally. He took a deep breath as he saw Bassas come into view. It certainly was nice to have a battleship that could also travel at some of the most elite speeds in the Universe.
It was a good thing that AURORA already had somehow mapped out the planet as they landed in an open field that was somehow close to, but still far enough away for safe landing of the troops. The Artificial Intelligence deployed the resources from the ship, before sending the battlecruiser back into orbit. Meanwhile Shell started around the area, scouting out with his senses whatever he could see. A few buttons a few capsules being pushed as he walked around and suddenly, they had a fully functional military camp, resource stations, supplies and bunks scattered across the massive open field.
”Is Ayleth here yet? If so let her know our location so she can make her way here as well. We will need to be completely in sync for this mission to go.” Shell asked to AURORA knowing that the Artificial Intelligence would be more than capable of setting all this up. For now, he simply wanted to get a scope of the land as things began to take shape behind him, it was his time to lead the military action. He just hoped he was up for the task. As he sensed out the planet, he felt many others approaching their location. Uble was on his way, Ayleth too and the forces they brought with them. He knew other special heroes would be here too. It was clearly going to be one heck of show. One last thought crossed his mind, ”What do we know about Gedd? Do you have any intel or connections into what they are doing here or what we are actually facing?” He waited for AURORA to give some information, anything would be better than going in completely blind to fight an invading enemy. If nothing else he was hoping to learn a why all of this was happening. It wasn’t really important to his mission here, but it was important to his mindset moving forward with this battle.
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Post by Bersimmon on Sept 14, 2021 20:55:02 GMT -5
There was a glowing ball of light stuck in the mountainside. A thunderstorm began to brew, as a light rain fell. A family of all humans had seemingly had their day of hiking ruined. Suddenly, a loud, crashing thunderbolt crackled down on the glowing sphere. A small crack was heard as the family drove up to it, the spheres' glow coming to a crackling halt. "What is that, Reiji?"
The man's wife said. Little Reiji junior jumped out of the car as the father chased. ...It was a pod.
"There's a baby inside!"
The baby had a brown tail and light yellow hair.
"Hey, he has a tail!"
Reiji Senior picked the baby up.
"What should we name him?" The wife said.
But the husband and father just read the name engraved on the pod.
"Then it's settled! Our new son's name is Raiosu!" -------------------------------------------------------- After the events of Greyfa, after looking through the various specialized forces of the universe, the only one that showed any sense of moral, decency, and justice were the Paladins of Avalon. There, the Saiyan met a young, slender female Avalonian named Autira who didn't trust him on account of his Saiyan blood. However, as she was beset by loan-sharks he he found his way to takin' out the trash himself with his fists and saved her life, teaching her to avoid prejudice in doing so (despite him handling the situation as a Saiyan would).
He then Joined Avalon, gaining a new rank as he had done something heroic in the eyes of the Protectorate. as the galactic war came on, he... sadly went to meet King Yemma. But he was then taught by the dead paladins of the past how to properly wield a sword. He was then sent back to the world of the living with his body intact.
After he continued working for the protectorate, Autira started too, becoming his mission control head as well as a great technician/robotics agent.
During his mission to find and stop Rhea...
"Raio, come back. the protectorate sent us a signal."
"There are enough people to handle this mission. As a lesser soldier, you are to return home for mission briefing on your new mission.
Said the voice.
"Raio, they're adamant about this. Leave this to them."
This story begins with a warrior who wandered around the universe without a purpose or direction. At first, he assumed that his direction in life was to rescue his homeland from the clutches of an evil king who plagued the land. He, however, wasn’t quite able to succeed in doing so. As a result, he exiled himself from what was known as home to him. The men that he allied with in hopes of freeing their enslaved land decided to reach out to the one who failed their planet.
They offered a new chance, one that the mysterious man foolishly accepted. Their offer was to help them with protecting those who were in need around the universe. Unfortunately for him, that was what he was told. The truth was that they only offered protection to either those who had money or those who had something valuable for them to take for their own. He eventually got wind of their intention, but felt indebted to them for failing to free them from oppression.
Still, he never gave up on trying to help his homeland and sought clues out for the mysteries that surrounded it being taken over by outside sources. The wandering warrior ventured around the Universe to try and accomplish that as well as see what the endless cosmos had to offer. Exploring seemed to be what he liked best as well as fighting random strangers. One day the warrior reached a planet known as Avalon and started a commotion with a Paladin Apprentice, who later went onto become a General.
Apparently words were said, people were mocked, but a fight transpired large enough to alert the higher ups. Only one man arrived at the scene to put an end to the scuffle and took the warrior with him to his home. It was there that he sat the pink-haired moron down and scolded him. The elderly man then said with a smirk, “You showed great potential. Ever thought about using that axe properly?”
Those words angered the Zaunite who hated others telling him that he lacked fighting prowess. Truthfully, the white-haired man had a feeling that he’d strike a nerve. The reaction that he expected happened as the Avatar of War swung his weapon at the Paladin Master. It, however, collided with his own axe and that was how his journey began. From then on, Walid trained with Wolffinstien and went on missions as if his purpose was brought back.
An accident then happened where the warrior became the victim of an assassination attempt. He survived, but sadly lost his mind as a result. The Assassin not only wounded the Zaunite but also robbed him of his purpose. Or at least not one that was right for him. He went around the Universe, hunting down whoever was responsible for his amnesia. After he reunited with Bulma, a friend of his, he met the Paladin Master again. Just like before, the elderly man recruited the Avatar of War and it looked like he had a direction.
Another fight broke out between the Zaunite and a random visitor to the planet that alerted the higher ups. The two tangled in the sacred Dojo of Ganr, causing damages as well as harming upcomers who were still learning. The council felt that stripping Walid of his accomplishments as well as status was extreme, but gave him a punishment. His punishment was to wear cufflinks around his wrists that would suppress his power until it was given permission from someone such as a General.
They did this not to protect the civilians from Walid’s blinding rage, but to protect him from becoming an uncontrollable beast. A new mission was given, alerting Wolffinstien of it. After he informed Kari of what was transpiring, he tracked the Avatar of War down. It had been awhile since he joined in on a task for the Protectorate and thought that it was another chance to train his most stubborn student.
Tracking the pink-haired warrior down wasn’t too much of a challenge, but he learned of something new that had happened to the Zaunite. Apparently he came into contact with people from his planet and was hoping to recruit them to the Protectorate. Their goal was to start a war on Zaun, but what they lacked for it was help. He thought that was the job of the organization that was founded on Avalon, to protect those that needed it.
The Paladin Master didn’t see the harm as help was always welcomed in times of a crisis. Once ready, they arrived on Bassas via teleportation. There, Walid began to walk around the planet until Wolffinstein spoke.
“Would you sit down for a minute while I set up a place,” he scolded the Zaunite and then tossed a small pebble at the ground a few feet away.
It made a beeping sound and then smoke escaped from ports around it. After the smoke started to clear away a dome-like structure was revealed. Inside of said dome were an assortment of healing stations, tables for the wounded to go as well as rejuvenation chambers. That was all that the Avatar of War saw at first and didn’t like it.
“Why have this?” he grumbled, “Isn’t this supposed to be a place to rest? All this looks boring to me. I thought there was going to be more action!”
Kari held Hobbet's hand as she tugged him along the Avalon City Bazaar. They went further and further away towards a checkpoint that warned of the Cougon Plains. The Zaunite wasn't familiar with the place, so he opted to ask Kari to explain where they were headed.
"I guess we're not going on a picnic out here, eh?" He asked her rather rhetorically.
"Out of the rabbeast jaws and into the hellfire as they say," He muttered. Though he flashed Kari a toothy grin that exposed his canine sharp teeth.
"Are there some skulls you would like for me to crack out here?"
The Cougon Plains, to most outsiders it was a desert wasteland. For the people who lived on the planet it was known as a lawless zone filled with criminals. Those definitions aside, a third one existed for those who fought for the Protectorate. To them, the Plains was like a playground for them to train and improve themselves. The harsh conditions of the sun mixed with taking down wanted men proved to be an exercise for them.
They, however, weren't heading there at that moment. There was a hut located just on the land that separated the peaceful side of the planet to the disastrous section. The man who lived in that hut was someone she'd grown to call a grandfather type figure. She wanted to see how they were doing before she wanted to travel out in no man's land.
"What?" she said as she stopped, turning around confused, "Oh we're not heading into there."
She looked out at the dry land before them. A few feet away was a small hut that looked like a perfect home for a hermit. That was where she pointed instead.
"We're going there, I wanna see how Grandpa Paladin is doing," she said, dragging the blonde-haired boy towards it.
Hobbet shot her a confused look as she dragged him by his arm in a maternal manner. "Grandpa Paladin?" He mouthed the words in a low growl.
Once they arrived, she opened the door and was about to greet the elderly Paladin, but stopped when she saw him. It was unusual for the man to be donned in gear. In terms of Paladin, he was retired and merely trained those that he thought were worthy. She'd also never seen his axe before and grew scared that it was twice her size.
"Everything okay?" she asked, "I brought someone who can h--."
"Oh hey Kari--," he said and then narrowed his eyes at her guest, but then turned back to the Halfling, "We're needed, a planet was invaded by Gedd and a distress signal was sent. For the firepower they're requesting it sounds serious. You can stay here if you want. The Avatar of War will be getting sent as well so you might not be needed."
"No," she said and then turned to the blonde-haired man, "Come on, you wanted to see Paladins in action right?
The Avatar Of War? Hobbet felt his breath hitch within his throat. It seemed that the Zaunite would be meeting him after all. He would be able to help him with the mysterious group of Minor Patrons that sought to kill them for reasons beyond his comprehension. All Hobbet could say for certain was that they were extremely powerful, but first's thing first - he had to lend the Paladins a hand. If he could prove himself then that would undoubtedly be the foundation for him to enter the esteemed sect.
"Let's do it. They say a spider-monkey japes loudest in a crowd right?" A euphemism to convey that he was ready for some action.
Bassas was a temperate planet kissed by spring showers on the shores of its land. Pyal landed alongside Master Paladin Ayleth's forces during the early moon cycle of the first day of the conflict. His camp was a tactical triage unit of an expeditious nature. The wounded civilians and soldiers that needed adhesive bandages and syringes of controlled pain-killers were brought to him to be overseen and medevac'd back to their respective stations better than they had arrived. For the young noble this was his first taste of a Protectorate mission in the field, and it brought him joy to help others in need.
However, the thoughtful head of house Vartan could not help but mind the thought of being a pawn in a political game.
The Galactic Senate relegated their movements and gave their seal of approval to help another planet in a smaller solar system light years away from the Protectorate's own home base whilst countless innocent lives continued to suffer in their own backyard in the form of slavers and spacers and galactic pirates.
Those thoughts however, he had to push back for now.
Another ship landed on the designated loading dock several clicks from his Expeditious Triage Unit. Pyal had finished his rounds of medication management and sauntered over to the loading bay to meet the new arrivals. The ones that stepped out of the shuttle were a blonde boy with a distinct scar on his forehead and canine like teeth, a pink haired girl with wide doe eyes, and an elderly man whom Pyal recognized to have been a Paladin not only due to his signet on his breastplate, but his likeness displayed in the form of a mural within the Dojo Of Ganr.
"Welcome to Planet Bassas. My name is Pyal Vartan and I am in charge of the Expeditious Triage Unit. I take it that you two are here to squire for the venerable Master Paladin here..?" Pyal asked in a manner to not offend anyone. Once introductions were out of the way he would do his best to bring them all up to speed.WC:965
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2021 18:12:45 GMT -5 by Hobbet
Post by Jared Miruzuki on Sept 18, 2021 16:15:26 GMT -5
Jared seemed entranced by the overcasted sky painted across the distance from where he stood. His breathing began to normalize during the moment but it was still a mind capturing moment. Moments ago he was sure he was outside the city of Galdis. Of course he was. So what was all of this in front of him now? A vision perhaps!
Jared! Hey, Jared. Came Freed's voice.
Jared's senses jarred a bit, focusing on Freed's voice. He was directed to Freed's presence floating now to the left of him. Freed being here meant this wasn't a vision. Or it could have meant they were both seeing it.
"Freed, is this...?"
Your hand. Look at it,
Jared was looking at his right hand as directed by Freed. The paladin's signet, glowing rather brightly on his right hand was something he hadn't seen in a long time. Of course! The signet was being called out to and guiding Jared to this place. That could only mean...
"Something needing the Paladins' attention is here,"
When it was particularly intense the signet would appear on him and physically transport him to where he needed to be. But this hadn't happened in such a long time that Jared had time to forget his affiliation to them. Strange how he could forget with paladin's spirit at his constant side and annoyance. Their mission with him was also still incomplete. Much of Freed's memory was still scattered around the worlds in the form of mysterious shards. But this was good. Usually when the signet moved him like this, a shard wasn't too far away. Freed was already at work contemplating on hits possible whereabouts.
When the signet does this, I usually am able to obtain another memory shard. Jared, we should be on the lookout for that!
"Alright, geez! I know. Let's look around and see if there are any other paladins around. I can't be the only one who was called here,"
Jared started to move as if he intended to walk. That's when he was made aware of something else. He was mounted onto something and had to look down to see what it was. It made him realize how disoriented he had been.
Over time Jared had completed his D-Wheel with the intentions of using it to join the riding tournament mentioned some time to him by Ayumi. But should he chance taking it across this foreign land like this? His answer was simple enough. Placing his helmet upon his head and letting the protective visor come down over his eyes, he revved up the motor.
"Test time!! Yahoo!"
Jared, wait! Do you know where we're going?
"Nope, but neither do you! So..."
The wheels started skidding in place before he gained any sort of traction to speed off.
I'm here for a reason! Finding someone else will help me figure out that reason. I feel like there's someone not too far off who can help me. This signet has guided me in the right direction before.
A bit of distance traveling forward and he'd start to lock in on several potent presences ahead. Readying himself to be seen and was well as seeing someone before hand, the boy started wondering what he'd come across. But he also came to realize this was the first time his D-Wheel was traveling on something other than the test course.
The speed is accurate for what I was going for. But until I engage in an actual Riding Duel, I won't know much more. This terrain isn't terrible on the wheels either so I don't need to worry about quick wear and tear.
Jared, it appears there's a base ahead of us.
Jared quickly came out of his thoughts and focused his eyesight ahead. Yes, what appeared to be the makings of someone taking up camp was off in the distance ahead. He'd be upon it in moments. But for the present, he needed to see his hand. Glancing onto it, the signet's glow was more intense. This was the right direction. When he was close enough to walk to it, the boy brought his bike to a halt. Then he lifted his helmet off and unmounted from the bike. Jared placed the D-wheel into a capsule for its own protection. The signet's glow was intense and starting to create a sensation in his hand. Was someone else's signet resonated like that here? He would know soon enough. What was ahead of him was a dome structure and he could see the entrance closed as he approached. Thinking he was going to have to knock on the door, he went to give it a hit, only for the door to open as if responding to his presence.
Are we being invited in? If not maybe we should... Ignoring Freed, Jared entered through the opening, Hey Jared wait!
"Hello, anyone around?" Dumb question as he could clearly sense auras if he chose to.
Still it was better to make himself known in hopes the signet on his hand would let them know he was a likened presence. He would find at first glance a figure with bright pink hair first off before anyone else. He held up his glowing hand to be seen.
"Are you guys the reason this thing is doing this? If so then I'd like to know why. Can't say this has happened in a while,"
Freed seemed uneasy with Jared's brazen move to enter without invitation.
The pink-haired woman’s history with the Paladins wasn’t very long, she didn’t feel like she had done much in the organization. Her father brought her to the planet because he heard that it bred warriors, but she didn’t see herself as a warrior. She’d also shown to be a little bit of a rebellious child whenever the higher ups wanted her to take on a task. A few examples of that was when she was told to sit in as a bodyguard for one of the Senate members, she showed lack of grace and manners.
Another time was when she was chosen to be part of the scientific department. Anytime they found artifacts that she thought were cool or interested her, she’d play with them. She also fought in a war between the Kais and the Fallen, a battle where she had lost. It was because of that one that she felt weak willed and not much of a fighter. Support was where she saw her role in the Protectorate and as such she’d recently been trying to come up with technical weapons to help her allies.
The reason she decided to take on the mission was because she was at a place where she didn’t see herself useful to the organization. She was searching to see if she was. She wanted to prove to herself as well as the others that she has a purpose.
“We are,” she answered Pyal, “I’m Kari Dyrn, Templar for the Protectorate and this is my friend Hobbet.”
OOC: 254 from this post, 393 from Hobbet's Post (his is -393 words) that he forgot to include because he's a jerk.
Samara Twyker wasn’t sure this was the right decision, which bothered her in her love for statistics and thought out hypotheses. She had come to Avalon with an ambassador from Zaun in order to garner support from the Protectorate to help liberate the planet from an evil king. After there was an assassination attempt on the ambassador Plue’s life, Samara got a little more involved with the Paladins. If anything it should have meant she should spend more time with Plue, but being the political mastermind that he was, he told her not to worry about him more than she had before, and to take this opportunity to gain even more good relations with their future heroes.
She’d gotten into a little fight you see. Within a very short time she had done a quick investigation that led her to her target. She minimalized casualties and destruction and was able to interrogate the subject while confirming she did not share the same fighting style with the assassin. This was seen as a sort of accomplishment and got the attention of a few Paladins, since the area of the fight was in a restaurant favored by the officers, who then requested her services in a few missions. She had only done one before this to more unfortunate success and now she had been dragged here.
It would be a lie to say she wasn’t familiar with war and battles, though she kept her nose clean of most of the bigger ones in this dimension. She was a good candidate for a Paladin, and as a healer and transporter she was a very good addition to most teams before considering her skills at pinning down an enemy or reducing a battlefield to ash.
She was a small woman, under five feet, and her clothes were fitted with armoring that did not appear standard for a Paladin. She was a healer, but it seemed the camp was well suited for such things as many of the active Paladins sought to make their base a safe place for the wounded to return to. That was wise, but they didn’t know a whole lot about these Gedd people, nor their honor in not attacking aid stations, so Samara teamed herself up with some of the other Paladins who were attempting to secure a perimeter. They got a pretty good standing before order was called and she realized both Walid and Kari were here.
The camp began to come together. The large field was swiftly filled with resource stations and supplies. Vlad set out space for travel for choppers and quick triage while another Paladin opened his ship to further triage stations. The surgical unit was set up by Wolffinstein, a dome at the edge of the camp while Samara’s group worked the perimeter to provide more defense to what was overall shaping up to be an really powerful aid station. Vlad’s team also had a good place android repair which applied to synthetic limbs and weapons. It wasn’t a bad camp at all.
At the center was the communications center. Ayleth had set this up and this was where Shell would find her as well as her second in command for this mission Captain Katil. It was from there that she tested the system and beamed all the Paladins in the area the following information package to their scouters or other systems to give an updated gist of the situation:
The Gedd people were made up of blue ape-like creatures. They had yellow eyes, three fingered hands, and webbed toes. They tended to move slowly until they were poised to attack, and then moved with vicious precision. Earlier reports from Bassasians and Paladin forces said that the Gedd were armed with varying levels of technology and weaponry. Their guns weren’t as high tech as the Damaskians but they packed quite a punch and had armor piercing abilities.
In battle, the Gedds seemed almost like immortal zombies. They could take hit after hit, damage after damage and continue moving and attacking until a kill shot was successfully delivered. The numbers were about 30,000 confirmed on Bassas.
The Bassas people however were not equipped to fight wars. They were a race of small aliens without a lot of combat power. They had a mid level grasp of technology but did not focus on weaponry. They were what most would consider an easy target but the planet also housed many predators so the Bassas cities were built to protect against them and served to halt the complete invasion long enough for them to arrive.
AURORA would have easily found the briefing packet delivered to each recruits as well as:
Before this invasion the Gedds had kept to their planet and were seen as a lower intelligence species. Things had changed over the last two decades. The Protectorate had suspicions the Gedd were exposed to extraterrestrials that helped them expand on their technology, but the rate of such things was exponential. The world itself was not very fit for huge civilizations as it was covered in many bodies of thick water that only a few other species could survive in. The Protectorate felt that this was the reason they wished to invade Bassas, but did not wish to take any chances were they to become an invasive species throughout the galaxy and end up like the orkz.
Interestingly enough, there were reports that the Gedd were not the only intelligent species on their planet, but further knowledge on the subject was extremely limited. The assumption was that it was a water based race but there were no reports from any other species in this invasion.
After the packet, each commanding officer or unassigned soldier was called to meet with Shell and Ayleth close to that tent.
“General,” she greeted as she stepped out and met Shell. The Namekian, if he looked, would indeed find history of Ayleth in earlier battles. She had only returned to the service of the Paladins a little over a year ago at Urry’s request and served as an advisor to many in the senate. She had left the Paladins due to some disagreements on how wars should be manned and what protection should be offered. She returned with some promises of change, though she wasn’t extremely impressed just yet. She was a skilled commander however, as well as an adept negotiator.
Katil was a taller man, Avalonian, with an impressive war record. He fought in many battles including during the Fallen war and could handle himself well in battle. He was what one would expect from a proud Paladin Captain. He saluted the general with utmost respect.
After pleasantries were given and the soldiers followed the general command to report there to Shell and Ayleth for further briefing, the Master Paladin took the floor first.
“According to our reports the most dire situation is on the outskirts of the city of Borne, seven clicks from here. The city is completely locked down even from us. We will be sending troops to engage in the ongoing battle as well as recovering the wounded and getting them to safety here. Our goal is to force the Gedd to retreat and gain control over the city that is in dangerous chaos due to panic.
“Despite these ongoing battles, an ambassador of the Gedd has agreed to meet with the Bassas’ president Toda. I will take one team as his guard as well as to assist with the hostile negotiations. Despite the evil the Gedd seem to possess, if the invasion can be stopped there and end the blood shed in one fell swoop, that is the most important step.
“You each have your assignments, report to your team leader.”
OOC: Choose your team:
Battle with the Gedd for Borne City: Report to Shell and Katil
Negotiations attempts in Toda: Report to Ayleth
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Vlad’s eyes drifted to a nearby Shell his eyes gave a soft piercing into the form of Shell’s right arm isolating a representation of his arm directing it digitally and the musculature of the organic recreated in his HUD and running simulations of how his top of the line sensory read out, the deeper understanding of ki that it offered seen a power vastly higher than his if the threat was too severe for the namekian he would just be a speed bump, his fight with Aria’s invasion forces proved he may be a capable fighter in being the force that throws a force off their intentions, but he would not be capable of blockading the force that threatens a power like that. The android had protected ambassadors before, servants of the Saiyan empire. Being a bodyguard was one of the android’s most revisited occupations to earn money. He was no stranger to the dangers and expectations. He also had been a part of negotiations with crime bosses to get civilians out of a war zone, appealing to their intents to make it out of the situation with a profitable future and the like. If he could get to learn a bit more about them, perhaps he too could aid in negotiations. What are some aspects of their civilization? Tribes? Villages? Modern military? Scavengers? The synthetic felt sure Avalon would have some understanding that a negotiation would be more than a deathtrap. The orc invasion had some members of his forces thinking up negotiating with the orcs… right up till the coms opened, and the war band was talking about ripping teeth out of all in their paths and making their wealth of bones of their victims and other such negotiation meant marching the negotiators to certain death. Even iron lung may been smart but a self-serving warmonger who could not be trusted to honor a bargain if reducing Avalon to a hell scape unfit for organic life aside from a cyborg like himself so that he could pilfer the grand technology unimpeded, nothing short of that would have been acceptable. Avalon and even Vlad himself was (to the android’s own lamentations) no stranger to campaigns of obliteration, where the choices are fight and kill to survive or be ground down and pilfered, the fact negotiations are on the table seemed to suggest to the synthetic a compromise was more than just the desperate hope of ethical objectors to conflict.
But this came with complications to consider. What if the antagonistic forces are at their core primitivists? What if they use weapons without minds because they view synthetic life as a disgusting simulacrum, like some anti AI forces his student EP-3 has been facing? Would his presence agitate them or complicate negotiations? He offered his men their choice who they believed they would best serve; they had deployable cover, blasters, tripod mounted coil guns, grenades, ration packets in excess of their bulk synthetic life requirements to serve as emergency stashes, so a line can hold an extra fortnight if need be.
Delicate situations did require a cool head, knowledge and preparation could not be over-valued, but adaptability was needed to. A tragic few scenarios have the layout as capable of being read out as the ring of a hero’s tale. Communications with everyone would be a potential game changer, but no doubt if there are those on the opposing side that wish for bloodshed to go on, no doubt communications blackouts or other complications would be used. Minds with imagination capacity could weigh down even the insane processing speed and power of an advanced cognitive AI like Vlad, intangibles and potential variables that could spring up from a careless placement triggering xenophobia or techno phobia would no doubt complicate negotiations. Grace came to the android’s mind where first instincts lead astray. Granted, he was nursing a lobotomy grade processing error at the time. Perhaps he could go to Ayleth’s forces and see if they would require aid, or if their data on the behavioral patterns of the forces would disincentives an android from taking up presence during negotiations. No doubt, those intending to go to chat with the forces of the world and the aggressors would have an idea of where a knight/unit commander can go for best utility.
Vlad believed in the idea of if peace can be attained with as few blasts and bodies as a successful negotiation can bring, then it is the more ethical outcome.
He looked at his soldiers, who surged to Shell to offer a bit of numerical and gear edge, if nothing else. He wished them luck, but he recalled meeting shell before, mightily principled and as devoted to causes he believed in as he and his men. Stories of his exploits, mighty as he was. The synthetic hoped them luck if the negotiation team sees his presence a positive or if he would be better served in the front lines. Both promised a position of defense and a means of protecting people.
The hefty framed synth made his way to his target position, thou would stop/slow down if someone tried to get his attention. an overlay of the surrounding area as tho an ever expanding 3d map rendering imposed itself in a transparent masking over the landscape primarily featured in his sub processors only a faint transparent “You are here, you are heading here” mapping to the bulk conscious brain apart when people or objects of interest make themselves known to the 7ft synth. Surroundings beyond such as flora and fauna in the vicinity as well as air molecules and quality to life forms were with the map overlay and adding nodes to his data bank where the replicators are at, where the clusters of edible vegetation are growing on and on details from projected waste disposal zones based on the bio degrading indicators in the air carried on what breeze to landmarks of note his eyes passed over. At once expect ably forceful yet surprisingly noise, insulated motors sounded with the motions of high functioning synthetic limbs.
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He didn’t like what his master had done so the pink-haired warrior wanted to leave the structure to see where the real action was. In his attempt to leave, someone else entered through and immediately caused the Zaunite to reach for his weapon. An intruder was definitely one way to go about getting rid of his boredom. The person then showed his hand and asked a question, one that baffled him.
The signet clearly looked like it belonged to the Paladins, but he didn’t know why it was glowing. He looked at his own which was a mark on his right upper bicep. It too started to glow, but he didn’t pay attention to it or why it was. As a General he felt like he should know and even looked at Wolffinstien for help. The old man, however, was too busy fiddling with his devices.
“I’m sorry but I have no idea,” he answered, “All I know is that we’re here because the planet is under attack by other forces. I came here to prove that they can’t do that under the Avatar of War’s watch.”
It was very likely that the unknown stranger would know about his title, but the Zaunite didn’t know that. He honestly didn’t know how popular he was, nor if his title stretched out to other planets other than his homeland. Before anything could happen next, a feeling throbbed his head slightly. There was only one time he received it, it was whenever he was around Riya. A voice inside of his head told him that it wasn’t that jerk.
There was one other Avatar that he knew of and felt like it had to be the blue-haired woman. He was happy to see that she decided to come. This would have been a way for them to gain allies for their War. Before he left the blonde-haired man, Walid turned to them.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t have been of help, but I need to meet up with someone,” he said, “I’m sure we’ll learn more about it later on, you can follow if you want. Old man here also might be able to help you as well.”
That was all that he said, reaching out a hand in case and then teleported from his spot, triangulating on the spot that he felt. When he reappeared it would seem that the shirt he’d been wearing didn’t travel alongside him, but he didn’t pay attention to it. He was standing behind Samara when his wristband beeped with a message for them.
It was informing them of their mission, the people that they were up against as well as their orders. It was very obvious what the Avatar of War wanted to do, but he wanted to see the other Avatar that was also there first as well.
“So you made it,” he said to her, still standing behind and hoping to get her attention, “Do you like the Paladins so far?”
He noticed that she was with another group and knew how it felt to be the odd man out. He also couldn’t help but notice that they were eyeing his bracelets. It was common knowledge to some of the incident that earned him a nasty reputation. While he wanted to have some time to catch up, he also felt like that could be done later. He wouldn’t be a very good warrior if he ignored his call for action.
“It’s great to see you since after ya know, I’d like to know what you’ve been up to but we can do that while we head to General Shell,” he said, then realizing that there were others to report to, “Unless you don’t want to fight some monkeys.”
At that point, back at the dome-like camp. The Master Paladin removed the message from his screen, but didn’t turn it off in case more followed it. He wasn’t there to take action, he was there to heal anyone who needed it. His old bones didn’t move like they used to so his goal was to remain there until he was needed as a last resort. That was the reason why his large axe stayed glued to his back.
“I pray that both my children don’t get lost in this,” he said, referring to Walid and his child, “If I so much as hear a distress signal from either of them I will go.”
Yua looked about as she had came back into the public eye after the events that led her, the Zaunite Walid, and Riya to become Captains within the Paladin Order. A lot of her time was spent in the field, especially since her own personal squad was employed. They were known as the Valkyries, something that they'd decided, and not Yua. Honestly she hadn't really cared about that sort of thing. Two of them accompanied her as Yua strode through the streets on business this day. She usually wore a cloak or something to keep her face from being recognized, but there was an order out today. The cloak and dagger approach to getting around would just get in the way.
The rescue was already something that made what Yua refer to as minor headlines: the Battle Sisters, after all, were a popular enough thing that went around. Yua never let it distract her or her squad when they were in the field, but the android actively avoided such a thing lately. She had Ruby and Andromeda with her today, the first an Avalon native and the second with the android an Earthling. Or at least that's what the reports said about Andromeda. Yua suspected when Andromeda first joined that she was Ruby's half sister and was hidden away to avoid a political sandal.
Yua's time in the Paladins was an active one. She'd driven beasts from the field, demons away from planets that were in Avalanian space, and had successfully, with help, rescued her fellow Paladin from the enemies. She'd even helped with the Invasion from the Next Dimension, though her fore on the Celestial's planet had been only for her gain in the end. The goal wasn't met, but she supposed that the Scholars did their duty and had stated the last part in her personal report.
Currently, the electric blue-haired android was headed towards the camp of her choice, as she had been called on for battle. As a Captain, and as an android that could make her own choices, it would have been nice if she had totally done this of her own free will. However, General Hawk gad been the one to send her on this mission. She missed Yan, though that could never meet with any report. If it was known of her relationship with one of the top of the Shadowguard, along with her secret mission to root out corruption on Avalon, Yua suspected that she would have quietly been "decommissioned". That or some crack hacker or whatever they were, would have tried to access Yua's mind and turn her into a slave Paladin.
This did nothing to sooth her mind when she landed on Bassas with the two Valkyrie and set about to the camp with the Damaskian-eyed leader. "If I remember, her name was Ayleth?" She asked absent mindedly to Ruby. The crimson haired Avalonian- an obvious hair color choice- nodded. "She's seen some action. Not like any of the greens that we might have for basic infantry..." Yua spoke more to herself, but turned and looked at the two before Andromeda coughed. They were pretty close and Yua guessed that the onyx-haired woman didn't want there to be any scandals this time. Not so close to the camp.
What she came upon was minimalistic, she would have said. The combined camps had aid stations, but the main one, as she guessed at, had a life reading that was familiar. If she recalled correctly, this life reading belonged to the Zaunite that was the Avatar of Woe, someone that she had done a short mission with on Kanassa. She sensed Walid was here as well. Kari. There were auras of those that she had briefly met, one of those was the Namekian she had met when the android gained self awareness when she gave up her purpose. Wasn't Shell's rank General? Yua pondered but a moment within her databanks.
She now had one a light tan cloak for the weather. Her armor was attached under, though it was sparce for the android, a trait that any Paladin would know of her. Just breastplate, arm gear, and leg gear. The rest was inside of her android body and could be deployed when she needed it to. Twin blades were on her person, one she held a string and scabbard in, a one handed short sword over her shoulder. A longer sword rested at her left hip. On her knuckles hidden under gloves lay her treasure obtained from Toffit.
The other two were also ready for battle, but they were also ready for anything else that migght be given as an assignment. Yua paused as she received the information. Her computer brain absorbed and processed the information quickly, as she nodded towards the Valkyrie behind her. They moved towards Shell's camp instead. Yua added, "If we can, it'll also be our duty to take the wounded back to camp. If the fighting is harsher than we think, then I want you two to retreat. If I stay and fight in the rearguard, your first priority is to return the wounded to that camp." She pointed where Vlad and Samara's area was. Ruby and Andromeda nodded.
Yua and her small group had listened and they now headed for General Shell and Captain Katil's group. Yua wondered if either even knew her by reputation instead of by actual reports, though it was likely that her electric blue hair and eyes would give her away if they bothered to know about the Battle Sister thing. "Hopefully they don't think I'm a battle junkie," she muttered under her breath. Walid was likely to be in this camp as well.
Yua's first action was to meet with the General and Captain, however. Pleasantries with Walid would likely have to wait until they traveled the seven clicks towards the city of Borne. Yua gave a standard salute to Shell and Katil as she arrived. "Reporting in for duty, General Shell and Captain Katil. Captain Yua, Knight Ruby, and Knight Andromeda."
Summery: Arrived and went to meet Shell and Katil.
Powerful beings began to arrive on Bassas shortly after Shell. AURORA identified those that she could rather quickly as their names and known affiliations flashed across the screen. The number of responders that came to this particular event seemed to indicate that more was on the line though than Shell had been led to believe before. This was not just a small military altercation, this was a full on campaign that seemed to be going on.
The Namekian processed all the information that was sent over as AURORA had finished narrowing down the mission briefing to the most important parts. Thirty thousand invading troops, with incredibly advanced technology on their side and unnaturally, fast evolution backed by intelligent aliens seemed to make for a bad combination. He tried to assess the full danger of the situation, but it was hard to know just from mission briefings. The truth was you did not know what you were truly facing until you faced it.
The Namekian had seen his number of battles. In times, those that appeared weak turned out to be strong and those that appeared mighty fell without much effort. Not knowing the levels of danger that these weapons and technology of the Gedd would bring made it a variable that he could not completely account for in a planning stage. Still he had to have something to work with and luckily, his experience in this type of thing would allow his mind to remain calmed as he tried to devise his strategy.
Commander Uble, had brought his troops and as the briefing packets were given time to be looked over by all on the mission, it was now becoming more real that this was about to become intense quickly. The troops, paladins and other Protectorate Heroes gathered for the final meeting. Shell looked at the Ayleth and her second in command Captain Katil. A look of respect, a few words said, and maybe even a secret gesture of respect to all they had done was shared as they finally saw one another. It was not the most exciting exchange, but it did not need to be.
Information about the two of them flashed across the sunglasses that Shell wore as AURORA processed them as well. The Artificial Intelligence then spoke up, ”They appear very battle tested and maybe even battle worn at this point. A life of battle and war can certainly do that to anyone, but they are also both exceptionally decorated and should be trusted.”
Shell really did not have a choice in the matter. Captain Katil had been assigned to join him and Ayleth was sent to protect peace talks. Those that had gathered were assigned groups to go with as well. Shell moved to meet with those that were going to take on the invading force and work on protecting the city that was under siege. He watched, as a few that he knew moved to work on the peace talks. Knowing that they were likely properly suited for that sort of thing was certainly reassuring.
One of the first to come in his direction was a Captain of the Protectorate, Walid. AURORA flashed quickly seeing this one coming Shell’s way, ”Captain Walid of the Protectorate also known as the Avatar of War; recently punished for rampaging in the Dojo of Gnar and destroying part of it. He wears bracelets suppressing his power as punishment and only a General or in this case You can remove that suppression.”
Shell looked at the pink haired man as he got closer glancing at the bracelets for a moment before looking at the Avatar of War, ”Captain, I hope you are properly ready for battle.” The Namekian knew a man known as the Avatar of War would always be ready for something like this, but he did wonder just how suppressed those bracelets made him. If he was truly going to be asset, it might be something that Shell would have to think about removing before the end of this campaign to save Bassas.
Yua was the next hero that came his way. They had done the Trial of Sacrifice together on Avalon and so Shell already knew enough about this particular being to be confident in her abilities. She came with two knights as well which Shell had not met before, but considering the company they kept, the Namekian was confident that they would be able to handle themselves in this struggle.
He returned the salute, ”Good to see you Yua, it has been sometime, but I’m glad you are on my side with this.”
It was fair to assume more would come to this side of the mission, but for now this was it. Commander Uble’s troops would help, but in this Universe the main game changers in battle were the extremely powerful. With Shell, Yua and Walid already over here, his confidence was growing. Still, he questioned just what the enemy would be capable of in combat. Until they moved to the city of Borne before he had that answer. He also needed to wait to see if anyone else would come in this direction. He knew both missions were important, but obviously wanted all the help he could get going into battle.
As he waited, Shell held his hands out, the mythical staff of the Attendant appeared, he placed it on his back holster. The Whip and Sword would be great to summon when needed, but he wanted the staff to be ready so that if it was needed he could have it as well. His mind focused on the staff as it shifted to replicate the Healing Staff of Grand Elder Guru. That would be helpful if needed for sure. Limiting causalities was always his top priority and he would do that to the fullest extent of his power. The memories of the Galactic War still sat in his mind when he could not help; now he could and he was going to make sure he did all that he could to bring everyone home alive that came to this mission.
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Once the introductions were done, Pyal bowed to them both in appreciation for their call to arms. "Thank you very much for your timely responses. Come, allow me to brief you," The silver haired Paladin guided Kari and Hobbet to the briefing room, which was similar in nature to a conference room that housed a long table and several posh marbled chairs along the sides. In the middle was a holograph console that projected images and information.
It was during this time that Hobbet felt a sharp pain in his head. It pulsated as if it had a heartbeat until it softened into a dull ache. The Zaunite grimaced and cursed under his breath. What was that all about? It was as if he wanted to catch his attention. When was the last time they talked anyways? No, there was never a last time. They never spoke. His Patron must have been a mute or something. What luck. So why now of all times, did he want to communicate with Hobbet?
He shook his head to bat away the pain as Pyal began to officially brief them on the mission at hand. It seemed that the people of Bassass were being assaulted by an alien species known as the Gedd. An image in the center console displayed a race of people with three fingers, webbed toes, and a simian-like appearance. Their golden eyes made them appear vicious.
"It was originally believed that the Gedd were a species of a lower class of intelligence, meaning that we suspect that the weaponry they have obtained now were given to them by another extraterrestrial species," That phrase loomed in the room for a moment. The implications that there was another species arming other races to wage war with one another was a frightening one for the known Galaxy. Whoever or whatever they are, they wouldn't be of this solar system.
The center console blipped and the image of the Gedd species displayed on it fizzled out and was replaced with a transmission message that ordered all able-bodied soldiers to the tent of General Shell and Master Paladin Ayleth.
"It seems that it is time for us to depart. My assignment is with the Triage Team. I wish you all good fortune in the battle to come," He bowed as Hobbet and the rest of the group made their way to the tents of their commanding officers. Was it "their" already? Did Hobbet already see himself as a Paladin? The Zaunite knew that he had to prove himself first, and this gave him the opportunity to do so.
On the way there Hobbet would turn to Kari and ask, "You never told me your last name," He said. "Sounds like a fancy-pants name if I ever heard one," He teased her lightly, though he was truly interested in knowing more about her piece by piece if he could.
Once they arrived outside of the tent, Master Paladin Ayleth took the floor and elaborated on the assignments at hand. It was there that Hobbet happened to turn his head at the encompassing crowd and lock onto a pink haired warrior, as well as a blue haired woman. When he did so his head pulsated and throbbed so hard that he nearly staggered backwards. Out of reflex he steadied himself by holding onto Kari's hand.
What. Do. You. Want?
There was no answer from Argus, the Patron Of Instinct.
The pain eventually subsided and when the briefing was over, Hobbet turned to Kari and let go of her hand, "I felt like a gulleyfish out of water," He said to her. "So, which assignment sounds like fun to you?"613 / 1578