Personification Life - IC Part VI [open]

[Torsiedelle]

"No one told me where to report, if I'm not needed here, then I'll find out where." Bran said simply and looked down in shame for not knowing where to go. "Do you know where I'm needed?"

"Perhaps I can help?" a passing cultists smiled. He set down ammo crates and consulted a piece of paper before showing it to Bran. "I'm guessing Old Prim is asking you to direct and guide your troops, since you're familiar with this part of the city. You were their top admiral once... that makes you a perfect liaison between our forces and your people. Figure out where they could best be placed and get them on the roofs of those buildings. High spot would be good, so you can see incoming ships and let HQ know so they can relay info to the rail gun, that gun on the Building and that funky thing the dinosaur's using. And we need eyes looking down, too, to let us know if Drone troops are sneaking by or approaching from a certain direction. It's pretty dangerous work, but at least you're up high and not slugging it out in the trenches. Most of the people doing that, like the Emperor guy and Minerva's god, are probably going to die. You got a fighting chance to live. Anyway, report once you're in position. You've all got Nifid communication devices... Drones can't cut our lines if we're not using radio waves."

He looked at the ammo crates. "Well, best be off. You guys take these crates. They got canisters, you see. Inside 'em is what kills the Drones what consume and grow. Drones eat our bugs, our bugs eat them. You might ask "what's eating them?" and I rightly don't know. Not my job, mates. Just treat it like a grenade."

"Thank you, Comrade!", Torii said. She began rummaging through the crates. Katya took another and walked towards a tall building, intending to set up a gunning position over the shopping center.

[Giovenith]

Giovenith was, admittedly, getting fairly stir-crazy from having spent these past few days without leaving Chaos. She certainly wasn't stupid enough to try and sneak a stroll out doors, a position in which she felt she'd quickly be ground into lunch meat, but none the less, she found herself trying to pass the time by stacking little coffee-cream cups on top of each other in various tower formations. Most of the patients were doing well due to the good care, so it'd probably be a while before she was needed in work again.

"Wooo-wooooo..." she made her hand imitate a rampaging train, knocking over the cups with a faint, plastic clatter. Her hearing faded in and out into the nearby conversation, seeing as most of it didn't involve her expertise, though after a while something in the talk made her pick her head up from the counter in surprise. What was that about the people in the trenches...? she thought fearfully, though didn't bring it up, since it would have been out of her place. Instead, Giovenith just lowered her eyes to the cups and listened.

[The Drone Empire]

-Antarctica-

Dani's shuttle flew in from the sky above, the sound of it's engines closing in on a landing zone faint at first but gradually increased until a blaring roar of fire and heat. Even so, the ice resisted the engine's assault to an impressive amount. After the shuttle fully landed, the door leading into the cockpit opened up. Dani stepped out into the frozen wasteland, wearing somewhat appropriate gear. She looked on towards the distance, spying a large, messily shaped structure embedded in the snow and ice. It was a short walk away, perhaps four minutes, she could do it. Behind her, the shuttle followed, rolling now on wheels from it's form as a car, over the harsh terrain of the antarctic.

When she reached it, Darius flickered in next to her. The object in question which Dani was standing before had no real features beyond crystalline fracture points and a metallic surface. She touched it with her glove, it reacting with a subtle purr.

"It is the only piece left. No matter what happens - nothing - can touch you in there." Darius spoke in a serious tone. The object, about as large as a gas-station service building, revealed a door in front of Dani. She looked at her car.

"It will be fine. I promise." He said to her, reassuringly. She pursed her lips, but gave a sigh of relief, and stepped inside. Within, the familiar sights of the Aetherian were about her, albeit in a downsized way. The luxurious amenities and comforts were pleasing to the eye and true to their appearance, Dani had many good memories of living with the Aetherium. It was always such a beautiful place, and so vast you could never explore all which it could produce. Now, but this fragment remained, for Dani to live while the Drones were at Earth's doorstep.

Darius closed the door behind Dani, the exterior part of it morphing back into a solid metal surface. Darius turned his attention to the shuttle. He crafted a simple hard-light shield around it - that would suffice to protect the vehicle from any sort of attack that could possibly occur in a place such as this. In a moment, he disappeared, returning to somewhere within the city. D12 and company were likely finishing up with the tasks he had given them.

[Urran]

Tieria was doing tune-ups on his mobile suit

[Swith Witherward]

"Thank you, Comrade!", Torii said. She began rummaging through the crates. Katya took another and walked towards a tall building, intending to set up a gunning position over the shopping center.

He waved at them and continued on his way.

--

Swith gave up trying to reach Thriller on the comm link. She watched her officers ready her forces and held a final review with them to address last minute details. Once everything was in place... well, the best laid plans often go awry, so it's better to say, once Swith was certain that they were ready... she addressed her men.

Her voice was gentle, unlike the ranting Commissars who had been stirring them for days. "I am Charumati; I am the Prince of Pleasure; I am your god. You live for me, you die for me, and in between you destroy all who would dare defy me. I know you by name and I call you by name, and you come to do my bidding. I look upon you and I am greatly pleased.

"Death is inedible for most of you. Prepare yourself to leave this pathetic mortal existence and all the worthless trappings that belong to it. Prepare yourself to pass through the gates to the immortal Realm of Chaos. I will gift you with the one thing that you most crave if you fall while in my service this day. Go then, and crush the heathen filth. Reveal the true glory of Chaos to them."

She smiled then, a wicked and cruel expression that twisted her kind face into a leering, malicious mask, yet still a thing of fierce beauty. Each of them had been fortified by Ceril's anti-Drone technology, each bit of armor and every last weapon had been blessed personally by her. But she would give them something greater at the moment of their death. She would grant each man his fondest wish. They would become her Champions and untouchable by any Drone device or weapon. She mentally flipped Elohim the finger, as she often did when depriving him of human souls.

[The BranRiech]

"Roger, all clear so far over?" A marine asked Bran over the radio. "Yeah, nothing serious yet, I'll keep you guys informed." Bran replied into the Soviet-era portable radio set. "Donya Squad, move to the building to my 12', I want an observer on that roof now."

The squad in question moved past silently, milling past any of the other forces which occupied the city for the time being. They entered the building and headed directly for the roof. "Donya squad is on the roof, Commander's on the financial building with the laser designator, call her if you want a cruise missile strike on anything that you need. We may end up as the last line of defense, the nuclear option is prohibited in this operation. So only 12 out of our 24 missiles are authorized to fire." The marine told Bran the battle plan through the same radio set.

"Got it, anyone else on the net? It's a bit lonely up here."

"Yeah, right behind you, Bro." Natiya nodded from behind her brother. The two were on the roof of Bran's old factory. Production, of course, was halted as his workers had gone into the shelters and such.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

“Sapphire, Barox, Khro & NVE, you’re all on artillery duty. I need the ships shot out of the sky as fast as possible. Thriller have some of your soldiers form defenses around those guns, if they fall were dead.”

"Roger that." NVE confirmed as Gretta monitored the scanner. Neil checked the power and cooling with the engineers. "I think the Anti-Grav Engine will work in the Deadlock. We could move the entire property to a better area." Nevvie suggested. "But that is a drain on the power. And we are barely powering the Deadlock and the Death-Ray. we can only run two at a time." Neil said.

“And Scarface? Smash!”

Scarface rammed his drill into the orb and spun it with all his strength. The only question was would the drill break the orb or the other way around. He then punched the orb for good measure. Although Scarface was indestructable his drill and diving suit wasn't.


Back at Chaos...

Arthur and Fortu looked through the box of equipment they got before fleeing the apartment. "Hey, my Hi-jacker." Fortu said and pulled out the device. "Would that thing work on the Drones?" Arthur asked. "Well with a few modifications and tuning, I might be able to infect Drone infantry with viruses. Better than an EMP." Fortu answered and looked for his tools.

[Swith Witherward]

Back at Chaos...

Arthur and Fortu looked through the box of equipment they got before fleeing the apartment. "Hey, my Hi-jacker." Fortu said and pulled out the device. "Would that thing work on the Drones?" Arthur asked. "Well with a few modifications and tuning, I might be able to infect Drone infantry with viruses. Better than an EMP." Fortu answered and looked for his tools.

A young girl wandered up to the pair. She looked uncomfortable to be around so many people and took great pains to avoid physical contact with them.

"Mr. Fortu?"

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

Back at Chaos...

Arthur and Fortu looked through the box of equipment they got before fleeing the apartment. "Hey, my Hi-jacker." Fortu said and pulled out the device. "Would that thing work on the Drones?" Arthur asked. "Well with a few modifications and tuning, I might be able to infect Drone infantry with viruses. Better than an EMP." Fortu answered and looked for his tools.

A young girl wandered up to the pair. She looked uncomfortable to be around so many people and took great pains to avoid physical contact with them.

"Mr. Fortu?"

"Ummm, hello little girl. That would be me." Fortu answered.

[Torsiedelle]

Katya waited impatiently on top of a building's roof, overlooking the shopping center. She started fiddling with her communicator.

"Hello? Anyone?"

Torii was decked out in the Drone-Killing weaponry. She was standing guard in the middle of the center.

[Cerillium]

Giovenith was, admittedly, getting fairly stir-crazy from having spent these past few days without leaving Chaos. She certainly wasn't stupid enough to try and sneak a stroll out doors, a position in which she felt she'd quickly be ground into lunch meat, but none the less, she found herself trying to pass the time by stacking little coffee-cream cups on top of each other in various tower formations. Most of the patients were doing well due to the good care, so it'd probably be a while before she was needed in work again.

"Wooo-wooooo..." she made her hand imitate a rampaging train, knocking over the cups with a faint, plastic clatter. Her hearing faded in and out into the nearby conversation, seeing as most of it didn't involve her expertise, though after a while something in the talk made her pick her head up from the counter in surprise. What was that about the people in the trenches...? she thought fearfully, though didn't bring it up, since it would have been out of her place. Instead, Giovenith just lowered her eyes to the cups and listened.

The top of Klaus' hat rose from the other side of the table followed by the rest of his head. He stopped once his eyes reached the table surface.

"You look bored. And stale. No fresh air?" he said. His German accent made the words sound funny. "How good is your imagination?"

He set a small red box on the table and sunk beneath it again.

[Giovenith]

Giovenith was, admittedly, getting fairly stir-crazy from having spent these past few days without leaving Chaos. She certainly wasn't stupid enough to try and sneak a stroll out doors, a position in which she felt she'd quickly be ground into lunch meat, but none the less, she found herself trying to pass the time by stacking little coffee-cream cups on top of each other in various tower formations. Most of the patients were doing well due to the good care, so it'd probably be a while before she was needed in work again.

"Wooo-wooooo..." she made her hand imitate a rampaging train, knocking over the cups with a faint, plastic clatter. Her hearing faded in and out into the nearby conversation, seeing as most of it didn't involve her expertise, though after a while something in the talk made her pick her head up from the counter in surprise. What was that about the people in the trenches...? she thought fearfully, though didn't bring it up, since it would have been out of her place. Instead, Giovenith just lowered her eyes to the cups and listened.

The top of Klaus' hat rose from the other side of the table followed by the rest of his head. He stopped once his eyes reached the table surface.

"You look bored. And stale. No fresh air?" he said. His German accent made the words sound funny. "How good is your imagination?"

He set a small red box on the table and sunk beneath it again.

"My word would be... biased?" she trailed, the odd person had already run off! And he had left behind some kind of object... a box, and a red one at that. Well then... she had read enough to know the very stereotypical outcomes of such situations. Especially since she was girl. However... Giovenith hated cliches, and decided to carefully pick the box up none the less. "Oooo, it's quaint," she admired. "This could be many things!"

[Swith Witherward]

"Ummm, hello little girl. That would be me." Fortu answered.

"Oh, good," she bowed. "This came in from Fleet." She handed him an envelope and quickly left, careful to avoid touching people.

[Cerillium]

"My word would be... biased?" she trailed, the odd person had already run off! And he had left behind some kind of object... a box, and a red one at that. Well then... she had read enough to know the very stereotypical outcomes of such situations. Especially since she was girl. However... Giovenith hated cliches, and decided to carefully pick the box up none the less.

The box was very light and tiny sounds came from within. The lid slowly rose to reveal two teeny nostrils attached to a delicate lavender snout which was attached to the lavender head and body of a tiny dragon. It wasn't alive in the sense that it was organic. It was hand carved from a strange wood.

It hopped from the box and onto the table and tried to climb the creamer cup tower.

(OOC: back soon)

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Ummm, hello little girl. That would be me." Fortu answered.

"Oh, good," she bowed. "This came in from Fleet." She handed him an envelope and quickly left, careful to avoid touching people.

Normally he would be paniced and worried that the letter contained antrax, but the pills Arthur gave him calmed him down. Fortu looked over the envelope then ripped it open and examined the contents.

[Giovenith]

"My word would be... biased?" she trailed, the odd person had already run off! And he had left behind some kind of object... a box, and a red one at that. Well then... she had read enough to know the very stereotypical outcomes of such situations. Especially since she was girl. However... Giovenith hated cliches, and decided to carefully pick the box up none the less.

The box was very light and tiny sounds came from within. The lid slowly rose to reveal two teeny nostrils attached to a delicate lavender snout which was attached to the lavender head and body of a tiny dragon. It wasn't alive in the sense that it was organic. It was hand carved from a strange wood.

It hopped from the box and onto the table and tried to climb the creamer cup tower.

(OOC: back soon)

OOC: Stay safe!

"Awwwww, a dracoling," she squeed, crouching her head and tentatively moving her hands around the small dragon. It was never wise to just go about snatching them up, so mother had always told her... it was a rather, "Do as I say, not as I do," sort of lesson however, as mother could pick up and interact with as many dragons back home as she'd liked. They wouldn't dare put it in their minds to thrash out at Pearlelei, one of their kin. Why this didn't seem to apply to the kin of their kin made no sense to her, but she took the practices seriously anyway... though, this dragon appeared to be made of wood. Perhaps there were different techniques?

"You're such a small one," she cooed to the little dragon, "And you have a good scurry! You're a healthy one, aren't you?" Giovenith began to rummage through her pockets (regular pockets this time, not her magic satchel ones), and pulled out some jerky. She had not been planning on eating it herself, having merely set it there while clearing some nick-knacks, but decided that it could probably be a good substitute for lack of squirrel meat. "Want a snack? I can mash it up for you." Giovenith then seemed to emit quiet, high-pitched, gurgling sound similar to a purr... a soothing sound for the creatures that were mom's.

[Swith Witherward]

"Oh, good," she bowed. "This came in from Fleet." She handed him an envelope and quickly left, careful to avoid touching people.

Normally he would be paniced and worried that the letter contained antrax, but the pills Arthur gave him calmed him down. Fortu looked over the envelope then ripped it open and examined the contents.

It contained a note...

My Handsome,
Lie is infinitely dull without you but I know you're doing your part in this war just as I'm doing mine.
I miss you terribly. I stopped by the gardens today and they reminded me of our time on the island.
Stay safe, my Dearest Fortu, until we see each other again.
- Love, M

PS I've inclosed a photo. I'm afraid I'm not at my best in it.

There was a photograph behind the letter and Fortu would recognize Monique in her Construct form. She was standing with two other females and they all held up two fingers to symbolize V for Victory. The backdrop was an odd formation of colors and spheres, but in the top right corner there seemed to be a window of sorts, and the Earth was suspended beyond.

[Cerillium]

OOC: Stay safe!

"Awwwww, a dracoling," she squeed, crouching her head and tentatively moving her hands around the small dragon. It was never wise to just go about snatching them up, so mother had always told her... it was a rather, "Do as I say, not as I do," sort of lesson however, as mother could pick up and interact with as many dragons back home as she'd liked. They wouldn't dare put it in their minds to thrash out at Pearlelei, one of their kin. Why this didn't seem to apply to the kin of their kin made no sense to her, but she took the practices seriously anyway... though, this dragon appeared to be made of wood. Perhaps there were different techniques?

"You're such a small one," she cooed to the little dragon, "And you have a good scurry! You're a healthy one, aren't you?" Giovenith began to rummage through her pockets (regular pockets this time, not her magic satchel ones), and pulled out some jerky. She had not been planning on eating it herself, having merely set it there while clearing some nick-knacks, but decided that it could probably be a good substitute for lack of squirrel meat. "Want a snack? I can mash it up for you." Giovenith then seemed to emit quiet, high-pitched, gurgling sound similar to a purr... a soothing sound for the creatures that were mom's.

The dracoling capered and pranced around the table before crouching low. It crept up on the offered jerky. A tiny squeak pipped from its mouth and it pounced. It didn't have a working throat so all it could do was chew on the dried meat and make a mess.


The beer stein obscured Klaus' smile. Ceril had carved the dragon from wood but Klaus knew it was alive, and so it was. Gio's imagination fueled the furnaces of that dream.

He set the stein down and perked his ears to eavesdrop on conversations.

[Torsiedelle]

After a while, Torii got impatient and tired. She began to slowly wander around the shopping center, eventually going from floor to floor, then bumping into Bran. "Oops, sorry, Mr. Nikanor!", She apologized, with a bow. "I didn't realize I wandered this far off. It's so...peaceful...right now."

Katya tried calling for anyone from her communicator in boredom.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

Normally he would be paniced and worried that the letter contained antrax, but the pills Arthur gave him calmed him down. Fortu looked over the envelope then ripped it open and examined the contents.

It contained a note...

My Handsome,
Lie is infinitely dull without you but I know you're doing your part in this war just as I'm doing mine.
I miss you terribly. I stopped by the gardens today and they reminded me of our time on the island.
Stay safe, my Dearest Fortu, until we see each other again.
- Love, M

PS I've inclosed a photo. I'm afraid I'm not at my best in it.

There was a photograph behind the letter and Fortu would recognize Monique in her Construct form. She was standing with two other females and they all held up two fingers to symbolize V for Victory. The backdrop was an odd formation of colors and spheres, but in the top right corner there seemed to be a window of sorts, and the Earth was suspended beyond.

Fortu smiled and kissed the picture. He dearly missed her, he hoped he would survive to see her again. "Is everything alright?" Arthur asked. "Yes, better than fine. Why do you ask?" Fortu replied and put the letter and picture in his pocket. "Because you've benn sitting there with a smile on your face for half an hour. I thought you were poisoned by the ink." Arthur said. "And you waited all this time before asking if I was alright?" Fortu said inquisitively. "I was eating." Arthur said as two empty plates sat in the booth.

[The BranRiech]

"Aye, it's kind of nice here." Bran nodded and looked out over the already damaged city, the abandoned streets, the ruined cars near where the thing's rampage lasted . . .

"It's just so . . . Surreal."

[Torsiedelle]

"Aye, it's kind of nice here." Bran nodded and looked out over the already damaged city, the abandoned streets, the ruined cars near where the thing's rampage lasted . . .

"It's just so . . . Surreal."

"I know what you mean.", Torii said, looking over the city. "It looks beautiful....to me, anyway.". She ran over to the edge of the roof and swung her legs over the edge, taking a seat.

"Say, whadya plan to do after the battle? I can't wait to just sit down in my room and relax...not that I haven't been doing that already. Who knows..."

[The BranRiech]

"Yeah . . ." Bran wondered to himself for a few tense minutes. "I can't wait to see Rylli again. I haven't seen her much before she was taken, and now I can't see her or my daughter. I just want to hug them, to sit with them in the dining room, eating waffles and the like."

A small stream of tears flowed down his face.

[Torsiedelle]

"Yeah . . ." Bran wondered to himself for a few tense minutes. "I can't wait to see Rylli again. I haven't seen her much before she was taken, and now I can't see her or my daughter. I just want to hug them, to sit with them in the dining room, eating waffles and the like."

A small stream of tears flowed down his face.

"Yea.", Torii chimed in. She stared at the stars now.

"I wanna see'em too. I ain't seen Tsu a lot either, 'cept for last night and all. I've been sorta lonely the last week."

[The BranRiech]

"Yea.", Torii chimed in. She stared at the stars now.

"I wanna see'em too. I ain't seen Tsu a lot either, 'cept for last night and all. I've been sorta lonely the last week."

"Heh, say, are all those things Katya told my sis true? Because Nat wasn't lying about what she said about me." Bran trailed off slightly.