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5/31/2016 4:27:44 AM
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A holographic board stood before them, she was already standing in the room with her command squad.
[i]"Harbinger is desperate. He has no military assets that can rival ours at his disposal. His mind is that of rage and despair. He wants to kill, and he won't think of the rest. Usually, a madman is a difficult target to pin. But currently, given the situation, it could play to our advantage.
In a warehouse far from here, Ryker will play the bait. Meanwhile, a full column of armoured support will be waiting, along with troops. We are setting up an ambush. I want masking fields, dampeners, the best stuff we have. Think like General Creed. And prepare for anything. Speed, strength, his tactics are unknown. But we're the 7th Baltic Manticores. Cadians are always ready, and always victorious."[/i]
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Ryker watches. She certainly knew what she was doing. Of course she did. She was the Tempestor Prime. Fancy name for a honored position. He didn't necessarily approve of the whole send a whole regiment... He just wanted to fight Harbinger one on one. He wanted to end what his father had started. Ryker watches with interest, watching Eleanor speak to her troops. He stands at the end, moving towards her.
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[i]"Techpriest. Are the blades ready?"[/i] The strange melding of man and machine, the Techpriest engineer, spoke. [u]"They are, Miss. Finished the repairs yesterday."[/u] [i]"Good. Have them ready to send out. Two divisions, combined with Russes, of random varieties. Focus on automatic firepower, however. I also want two Stormlords on the field, paired with punishers. Techpriest, have your servitors ready the area beforehand. Set up camouflaged positions, defenses and entrenchement zones for the HWTs. I want bolters and Autocannons prepped stat, along with mortar teams. And don't forget to tell the Vox operators to get their packs ready. Time to show to that blueball bastars what the Tempest can do."[/i]
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He admired her strength and voice, her will. He remembered why he married her. Slowly his anger melted away, and he understood, inside. He still.. Would like to talk to her alone but, for now he was soothed. He approached her. "Ellie... I have a question."
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[i]"Make it quick. We have little time. We depart tomorrow, early hours."[/i] She looked past him, at a comissar that was already scrambling. [i]"And tell the men to practice their aim with a plasma gun! I don't want any crossfire in the line of duty!"[/i] She looked back at him, her helmet still hiding her face. [i]"I'm listening."[/i]
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Edited by cyberattaq: 5/31/2016 4:43:56 AM"So I just stand in the warehouse and talk him up?" He asks. "Sorry for my... Attitude." He adds quickly.
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[i]"Say whatever you think will draw him out. Keep in mind we need him as angry and as unfocused as possible. The more he focuses on you, the more our ambush will succeed. We need him dumb and angry."[/i]
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He nods. "Right. Sounds good." He says, turning, walking back to the the entrance he used.
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Outside, the base was being prepared. Tanks were being moved around, robotic Servitors were off to the ambush point, with a Scion escort of course.
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Edited by cyberattaq: 5/31/2016 9:57:29 PMHe goes back to his room, sitting down, Monica off with Tulleesh most likely. "Ryker... What are you doing with your life." He says, his head in his hands.
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Meanwhile, the battle plan continued to take form. The armoured columns had been gathered and were moving to the objective point. The camouflage nets were ready and activated, they were Hidden. Very well hidden, too.
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He stands, watching the troops form up. He sighs. "Am I even helping anymore..." He questions himself as he sits down. It seemed like all he did was get in the way... Like all he did was cause trouble.. That got people hurt.
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Eleanor was getting herself ready for the Op as well. She always led her troops from the front lines. In her opinion, there was no better boost to morale than to see your commander fight alongside you.
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He looks at himself, his ASCS. He shook his head, standing. Going to find his wife... Maybe he could speak to her privately before.
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She was out on the field, preparing the troops for the operation. They were only taking a small division of troops, leaving the rest of the regiment here to guard the position.
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Edited by cyberattaq: 5/31/2016 10:13:11 PMHe sits on the bed again, thinking about their marriage. Was he... Happy? Of course he was... What kind of dumb question was that. "My god..." He sighs as he tries to find something to do.
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[spoiler]christ I'm gonna swap characters before he kills himself jesus[/spoiler] Meanwhile, Tulleesh was sitting in his own room, on the bed, meditating. He was wearing nothing but a sash, letting his tattoo breathe.
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[spoiler]What he's just thinking... He's cooped up, the mind wanders[/spoiler] Monica sat across the room, dozing off. Under her eyelids, her eyes fluttered. Slowly be breathing began picking up. She began making troubling noises, whimpering... She must be having a nightmare.
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His eyes were closed, he was listening in. This was an opportunity to try his abilities. He peered into her mind, observing what her nightmare was.
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There was a very disturbing image... Rykers house destroyed, not disturbing to him but... To Monica it was. In the center was Ryker, on his knees. Blood dripped from his face, he looked up, standing with effort. "You won't kill me.." The person he spoke to appeared. Garret. "No... I'll do something much worse." He then knocks Ryker out easily as he had no strength left, and then dragged him away, the vision faded. The next one... There was nothing. It was just black. There were whisperings... A hushed voice... A language he couldn't understand.. But bits were in English. He heard some words, but they didn't make cohesive sentences. They seemed to disturb her.... Very much so. She tightened her grip on the arm rest. "No... No... No no." She mumbles, her head turning.
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He appeared in her dream, he was a semi-physical being. His body shape was present, but it was composed of a thick violet mist. It was enough for her to recognize him. "Do not be afraid, Monica. It's only a dream."
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She appeared to... She looked scared. "Tulleesh..! Leave! He's here!"
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"I'll be fine. Don't worry, it's safe." He was calm, in control. The powers of Mantorok were... different in the realm of dreams. But still as powerful as ever.
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The dream grew dark... And cold. Suddenly a massive snowstorm began blowing. Monica began shivering. "Please Tulleesh..." A voice spoke. "Who is this...?" Large footsteps could be heard. Through the snow there was a large form, a human like shape, approaching. "It appears... We have an intruder..." The voice was heavy, dark, metallic. Harbinger. He came into sight, at least twice as tall as them both. "Is this... The special man of your thoughts...? Tulleesh?" He says with a grim smile.
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"Ah. You." Tulleesh observed the origin of the voice. "I've heard of you."
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"Of course you have. Poor Monica here... I'm all she can think about." Suddenly he's behind her, she couldn't move, she was terrified. A long, sharp claw traces her cheek. "You see... Monica here has some... Extraordinary powers... Powers that could pose a threat to me.."
