Mekton Z: Operation Blackhand

[zyirion]

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After nearly a decade the war between Gredora Concord and Jovor Coalition has reached a stalemate neither side was able to hold on the gains made earlier in the war. Following their victory at the Vencenti System, the Jovori 12 Assault Fleet in conjunction with the 18th, the 4th, and the 23rd Guard Armies Launched a massive attack against the the Nala System. Gredorian Defense Fleet was scattered in the opening week of the assault, and 3 Jovori Guard Armies smashed into Army Group Epsilon and despite heavy resistance pushed the remaining units into the eastern islands.

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16 Days after the assault on Beleis, Gredorian Intelligence concocted a plan to retrieve or destroy the sensitive data and weapons cache left behind, known as Operation Blackhand. The operation will coincide with Joint Fleet Operation: Retribution

Each member of the operation was selected not only for there combat ability but also for various technical specialties need for this mission.

Operation Blackhand has 3 phases and 5 objectives

Phase one is the insertion of the strike force into the Nala System and the infiltration of the Planet Beleis.
The Team is expected to rendezvous in the port city of Zentra, where a sizable 5th column of Gredorian agents operates. Using Zentra as a staging ground the strike force will have 5 objectives on the surface

Phase Two is the completion of mission objectives
-The former Headquarters of Army Group Epsilon, just out side Zentra city, where key military documents where left behind during the hurried retreat east. The Facility has recently fallen into enemy hands, insure none of the data is leaked.

-Factory Complex 33, Several advance Mecha units were moved there for testing just prior to the invasion. The factory is heavily fortified, and hidden over 2km under ground, however 4 days ago, contact with the facility was lost.

-Mobile Fortress Keltian, Nearly complete before falling into the hands of Jovori Shock Troops, Keltian field the most state of the art particle beam cannons developed by the concord today, the enemy must not be allowed to keep the fortress.

-Fort Hales, large quantities of precious metal looted from the Concorde is awaiting transfer off world there, this is a side objective if the mean exist to capture and transport the metal, the an attempt can be made at the force commander's discretion.

-Sector 12 Ai Laboratory, several Fusion Warheads where moved there for safe keeping during the initial day of the invasion. Sector 12 is still garrisoned, but is in a precarious position, once the word of those warheads leak out, The Jovori are sure to launch a massive attack, arrange with the garrison commander to smuggle the warhead out of the base and off world. Before the warheads existence go public.

Phase 3 is the extraction of the team offworld

Two possible path has been Identified

1. The Starport at Ivar's Peak, the only operational starport on the planet.
2. Derelict Orbital Elevator, still partially operational.

During Operation Blackhand, Operation Retribution will attempt to draw heavy units from the enemy fleet, by attacking the Jovori Fleet's supply train, Stationed at Nala III. Strikeforce Vanguard and the 21st CL Division Will be the Diversion. After Heavy Enemy Units have be drawn away, Strikeforce Tysis Will engage the reserve units, and allow the supply fleet rush to relieve the garrison on Beleis.

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[zyirion]

[OOC: Ok the game is starting:
Everyone except cwDeici is currently on board Belia 1, a major station orbiting the moon. The Three of you are expected to catch a shuttle down to port city Zentra, due to leave 1 hour after you freighter the Persephone has docked.
Everyone's current situation is detail below, please describe yourselves as you meet each other to give me a good idea about your characters posture's and style.
Any questions and issues please post to the OOC thread, any dice rolls please use the dice thread.
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Belia:
Belia is an airless moon of Beleis approximately 1/5 its size. There were numerous mining stations and factories dotting moons surface that one time. The constant fighting has reduce most of it to ruins. Belia One is the only functional station in orbit around the moon. It serves as a layaway for large interstellar vessels and the planet. The station is a binary ringed spinner 1.5km in high and 753m at the widest point. The upper ring is reserved for commercial activities and serves a trade hub, while the lower ring serves as the habita for the stations crew complete with greenhouses and parks. The total population for the station is a little over 5000 and fluctuates frequently with the coming and going of ships.
The lounge is a long rectangular room set along the curve of the upper spinner's hull. It seat about 250 and has seen better days. Many heavy reinforced windows line the lounge to give the guest a good view of space, the moon, and Beleis. There is an on location bar and cafeteria for service the transit passengers, and prices and quite high.

Anzen:

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Traveling very light and carrying no contrabands, your passage through customs was very smooth. It took you less than 20min to clear customs and reach the passenger lounge.

You are currently in the passenger lounge of Belia 1 waiting for your teammates. The lounge is situated on the upper spinner ring outboard.While much of the lounge is in disarray, battle damage is clear visible through out, and armed guards routinely patrol the area; the lounge quite is spacious and have a good view Beleis, an ashen colored planet with occasional white streak. there are about 40 or so people in the lounge with you, no doubt also waiting for a shuttle to one of several spaceports on the planet.You are currently seated near the edge of the lounge with you back toward the hull of the station. A quick glance at the clock tells you that you have to leave in about 40 minutes.

A pretty young waitress dress in a dark blue uniform approaches your table and asks,
"Sir may I get you something to drink?"

[OOC: A basic summery of what happened roll wise I won't do this for every post this is just to give you all an idea how some of the result is determined by me
- passed boarding check
- passed exiting check
- no issues at all since you have no items of note with you.
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Beowulf:

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Aside from your knives, the customs official looked suspiciously at the large quantity of medical supplies you are carrying, but made no effort to detain you or confiscate them. Your trip through customs was uneventful, but their insistence on searching your belongings delayed your exit from customs.
As you leave the last check point your glance at your watch and realize it took you over an hour to clear the customs and you will have to rush to board the shuttle on time.

[OOC: A basic summery of what happened roll wise I won't do this for every post this is just to give you all an idea how some of the result is determined by me
- passed boarding check
- passed exiting check
- they wanted to search you lot due to the large number of tube and syringes you are carrying but all your paper works checks out.
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Issac Cronos:

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You have spend nearly the entire trip on board this vessel in the machinery rooms. During boarding military officer congratulated you for volunteering to work in the ships heavy machinery spaces, in the hot cramp lower decks of the freighter. However after demonstrating our rather exceptional technical knowledge you were able to be assigned to the maintenance crew, and avoided much of the hard labour. Thanks to the friends you made in the maintenance department you departure from the freighter was quick and easy, and you took along with you a bonus pay of 100 credits for technical services rendered.
Standing at the one of the entrances to the lounge you spotted one of your team mates a punkish looking young man in a trench coat sitting near an observation window talking to a waitress.

[OOC: A basic summery of what happened roll wise I won't do this for every post this is just to give you all an idea how some of the result is determined by me
-bad luck during boarding
-jury Rig roll successful
-pay for you technical services and good luck exiting the freighter
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cwDeici:

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After a encounter with port security while trying to board the Persephone, Gerdorian Intel came up an alternate method to insert you onto the planet
it involves a small re-entry pod disguised as an asteroid to be detached from Persephone ads it approaches the planet. Everything went well till launch time, an surprise inspection by the chief engineer spooked the scrawny technician bribed to launch you. The launch was early and the trajectory was off. the resulting messing took you half a day and over a third of your fuel reserves to correct.

Finally after having being stuck inside this Re-entry Pod for 2 long days, the re-entry window is nearly open. The 6m Sphere jammed packed with machinery and electronics is cramped beyond belief. The stale is suffocating and your suit feels sticky from sweat and after 2 straight days, is down right irritation to you skin. You glance over your fuel reserves, and silently curse, there is only enough fuel for one try.

As the countdown reaches zero you brace your self for re-entry.

[OOC: A basic summary of what happened roll wise I won't do this for every post this is just to give you all an idea how some of the result is determined by me
-missed the boarding luck roll due to your attempt smuggling an assault rifle with box DU ammo, you where in a fire fight with port security and your entire insertion was re planned.
-missed the luck roll for exiting the freighter in your pod, it was launched early due to a surprise inspection
-made your piloting roll for course correction.

Please make 3 piloting rolls, one for entering the trajectory, one for any course corrections during re-entry, and one for crash landing
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[Fisher]

Isaac
So that's Beleis, huh? the mechanic distractedly thought. Absentmindedly glancing out one of the lounges windows, he couldn't help but feel a slight sense of awe.

Slouching slightly, the goggled man leaned easily against one of the lounges walls. His hands rested peacefully within the pockets of his long coat as he waited for his next flight. The trip had gone well, all things considered,and now all that was left was to rendezvous with the other members of the team. He knew there was still some time till departure, so for now it was time to take things casually. Rushing about in worry would only make the next few stressful hours all the more... stressful.

He had noticed his fellow teammate some time ago, but had decided to wait till the waitress departed before making himself known. Then again, after all the peculiar stares* he had gotten over the past few minutes probably warranted attention enough. Noticing the waitress walking away, he retrieved his nearby bag from it's resting place at his feet and slowly made his way over to man's table. Pulling out a nearby chair he sat, set down his bag, and casually said, "So, how was the trip?"

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*He was getting stares because of the goggles.

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[Jael_Darkwood]

Anzen

Description :
Anzen has the pale alabaster skin of someone with mixed Japanese and German heritage. His shiny black hair is cut short, but groomed into a stylish faux-hawk. He is wearing a stylishly cut but fairly nondescript long coat and black combat boots. His expression hints at deep reserves of inner strength, and a degree of calm unusual in one so young.
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"Hm." Anzen sits quietly for a moment, apparently deeply engrossed in thought. "I'll have a water please. Tell me, is there a gym facility here?" He looks into her eyes, pauses again briefly, then smiles.. "Actually, perhaps you can talk me through the various... amenities...." He stops just short of open flirtation, but the twinkle in his eye conveys his message perfectly.


(after I deal with waitress flirting - an important part of any anime - , i'll do my post response for you isaac :)

[zyirion]

@Anzen
The waitress smiles at you, and tosses a strand of dark hair over her shoulder. Leaning extra close as she passes to you a glass of water,
she pauses for a moment be fore saying "I'm afraid that the gym here is for residences only, as for showing you the amenities... perhaps." Glancing quickly at the clock, "But I but doubt we have the time."
Rising with her tray before you can respond, she flashes you a quick smile as she turns and walks over to other waiting customers.

[Jael_Darkwood]

Anzen

Smiling slightly, Anzen watches the waitress walk away. Then, noticing movement towards the table, he looks up. He nods in welcome to Isaac, and with a small gesture of one hand offers him the free seat. "The trip? So far, so good. You?"

[Moechi_Vill]

Singing one billion bottle of beers on the wall Celine merrily does her very best to prove she was the ace pilot top of her entire elite academy. Finely tuning the controls, thrust, angle, gravitic trajectory, heat tolerance and numerous other luxury concerns she makes darn sure her entry is perfectly comfortable to a tee and within a one-meter radius of her intended landing site.
It was exhilarating to risk her life so early in this mission, since it wouldn't go wrong, that was for sure.
Stupid controls too, why wouldn't they understand if it was in their own and her best interest not to check her evil, huge duffel bags and military-size rucksacks closely? She never had any luck. What's with officials not being able to find her bribes and relying on her for plan B.
And when would that filthy nation finally make her friend Depleted Uranium legal? It had been proven to only have a noteworthy residual effect on the areas where the cartridges land, and those could be cleared up!
She spent a few moments consciously trying to think about her family. Not because it was natural to her to think about them two hours a day rather than just one, but because she knew it was a part of her she had to constantly polish. And Gredoria... her home. The beautifoul vistas... the endless forests. Oh how she loved those planets. Their skies... the people there she did and didn't know. The criminals and the law enforcement... the heavy machinery plants that produced farming implements for the agriculture sector.

[kuro_zero]

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Might've jumped the gun a bit on the post, so rewind back some.
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The room was small, but well lit with a high pile of miscellaneous equipment and clothing lumped on the lone table. Neatly arranged to the side were various medical sprayers, pill bottles, quick-pop syringes, a strait edge dagger and two identical mono-blade knives.

A blue uniformed man sat at one end of the table, idly flipping through custom papers, reading nothing. Opposite sat a hard man of harsh angles. Not particularly large, but hard, compact muscles toned at 1.44 Gs showed through old fatigues. Average height, but wide, with messy medium length black hair seemingly cut with a knife. Large scarred hands seemed ready for explosive action. Clear dark eyes blending into black irises measured the room with cool, calculating precision.

For the seventh time within the hour he explained what was already on the custom declaration form. He spoke slowly, hoping someone would hear what he was saying and let him go. He finished into silence, the small plastic chair shifting uncomfortably under his weight. A muffled PA announcement sounded outside, most likely the boarding call for his fight.

The lone door suddenly opened and a suited middle aged man with graying hair stepped inside.

"Beowulf Genir, you're free to go," he said gruffly. Getting up, Beowulf began shuffling his stuff back into his duffel bags while looking at his watch. He cursed silently to himself but maintained an steady pace.

He had time. Looks like he would have to run.

[Fisher]

Isaac
"As well as can be expected. Managed to make a few extra credits working in the maintenance department," Isaac says with a grin. "Then again, this is the easy part, after this is when things start to get difficult."

Eying the room cautiously and lowering his voice he whispers, "Any word from the rest of the team? I heard they've bumped up security in several areas."

[Jael_Darkwood]

Anzen

Anzen smiles slightly, and shrugs. "I'd say at this point, all we can do is enjoy the experience." He contemplatively looks over at the waitress he was talking to earlier and catches her eye for a moment, giving her the 'come hither' look.

[zyirion]

[OOC gonna write everything in 3rd person from now on, the amount of "you" I have to use is getting to me.]

Catching Anzen's glance, she skillfully extracted her self from two drunken, and overly familiar customers. Straightening out her uniform and folds her serving tray behind her as she approaches the table.
She gave a grateful smile to Anzen,
"Anything else I can get you two?" She asked the smile still on her face.


Snapping out of her reverie, Celine flip the lever to kick in the retro thruster, as the ground jumped out into her HUD. The re-entry pod slammed in the the ash and snow creating a splash of melted snow and a bellow of steam, bouncing twice before sliding to a stop against a mound. The hatch popped opened with a loud hiss of steam. Stepping outside for the first time in 3 days; the freezing air bite deep into her skin as she removed her helm. Ashen snow relentlessly fall to the ground from a overcast sky, a smoggy haze fills the air reducing visibility. Judging by her instruments Celine determined that she is about 5km from Port City Zentra, and 2km away from her landing rendezvous point.

[Jael_Darkwood]

Smiling in welcome as she approaches, he listens to her speak, then, like he is choosing every word carefully and deliberately, Anzen replies... "Wellll..... What is good here?" His carefully innocent eyes dare her to react.

[Moechi_Vill]

Celine pulls out her two duffel bags and rucksack, fastens it on properly, puts her helmet back on and starts lugging her baggage through the two kilometers of landscape. Once she's there she'll set up a tent if she brought one or get into one of her thermal open landscape winter sleeping bags. With her assault rifle at hand under an additional cover Wiedhurst is waiting for her partners to show up.

[zyirion]

[OOC real quick Moechi_Vill is your char's name Celine or Zeissa? or is it Celine Zeissa? ]

The young waitress giggled at Anzen's expression,
Shifting back to her professional look, she continues,
"I Recommend the soup of the day, we just got fresh King Crabs from Weita, this could be your only taste for the sea for quite some time if your going to Beleis."
Turning to Issac,"What about you sir? Perhaps you'd like to start with some beer or wine?"

[Moechi_Vill]

OOC: My mistake. Celine Deici Wiedhurst. She has a sister named Zeissa in a Mechwarrior game on these boards.

[Fisher]

Isaac
"Thanks Miss, but I'll just have a glass of water if that's alright. I try not to drink much while traveling," he says with a slight smile.

"Some fish sounds good though. Do you serve any perch here?"

[zyirion]

"We do have some Perch, but their...um... their not as fresh..." trailing off she smirked while giving Anzen a shrug, then asks
"Will that be all?"

Celine arrives at the rendezvous point, after locating a suitable site, and cleared the area of debris, she proceeded to establish a temporary camp in the snow. The entire ordeal took much longer than expected and the camp was setup just after dusk. Taking a long sip of her coffee, Celine took a seat by her tent. The rest of the team is expected in six hours.

[Jael_Darkwood]

Anzen

Raising an eyebrow and twisting his lip as if debating his answer to 'Will that be all?', Anzen lets a few slow moments drag by... then... "For now... I'll just have the soup of the day." He smiles in an engaging, yet teasing manner.

[zyirion]

Ten or so minutes after taking the order, the young waitress returns with a steaming bowl of King Crab Chowder for Anzen and a glass of ice water for Issac.

Anzen

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Along with the napkin the waitress deftly sliped a note to Anzen,
'XXX-XXXX-XXXX, Call me if your ever in Thronsville ~Vicky'

A older man walks up to the table, the waitress bows to the seated men, "Thank you for coming to Lou's Lounge, this is the end of my shift." Gesturing to the waiter. "Mel will be continuing as your waiter. I hope you enjoy your stay and have a pleasant trip." With that she removes her vest as she walks towards the employee's lounge.

Anzen was barely done with his soup before the boarding call for the Zentra Shuttle is announced.
"This is the first boarding call for shuttle 188 bound for Port city Zentra. All passengers please board the shuttle at gate 12C."

By the end of the second announcement, Mel the waiter arrives with the bill.
"That will be $21.73 Sir." Mel said as he sets the bill on the table.

[Moechi_Vill]

Celine arrives at the rendezvous point, after locating a suitable site, and cleared the area of debris, she proceeded to establish a temporary camp in the snow. The entire ordeal took much longer than expected and the camp was setup just after dusk. Taking a long sip of her coffee, Celine took a seat by her tent. The rest of the team is expected in six hours.

Deici puts on her amplified goggles, rechecks her weapons for ammo and security off if they have any, compartmentalizes the more obscure or expendable items into the duffel bag and organizes weapons, ammunition, medicals, tech items, food and water within arms reach. She chews a pan-spectrum antibiotic pill and considers popping a painkiller as well but blanches. The mission had just started after all, she smiles to herself.

Celine suppresses the urge to scout a half-mile perimeter around camp and instead remains vigilant and alert, paying more attention to the auditory background than the now temperate coffee in her thermos or what's in her immediate sight.

[Jael_Darkwood]

Anzen

With obvious enjoyment, Anzen devours the soup of the day. Dabbing away a few imaginary spots of food from his mouth with (another) napkin, he slips the other one into his pocket. When the waiter arrives with the bill, he smiles and pays it, stands, straightens his clothing, and strides off to the Shuttle. Smiling, he makes a 'lets go' head gesture to Isaac.

[zyirion]

The flight to Zentra Space Port is expected to be a little under five hours. The shuttle a Sarov C228 is an old but reliable model, it can seat just under 300 and this flight was fill to capacity. The passengers are largely composed of Jovori civilians. Looking about the cabin, most of them seems pretty well off, not the riff-raff refugees that intel reported. The seating of each operative was separate from the others, supposedly to minimize suspicion.

Even high in the air the space port looks to be in a mess, large sections of buildings are in ruins, several of the launchpad are nothing more than rubble. Even the runways for local flights are littered with numerous bomb craters. From what can be seen of the spaceport in the night, with the exception of the runways and launchpad, the entire port was covered in snow.

Shortly after landing, a gruff customs officer lead Anzen, Issac and Beowulf through a dark snow covered path, to a shed near the back of the Spaceport. Even though the air is calm the coldness still stings any exposed skin. Snow constantly falls from the sky, even for this short walk, snow built up on the heads and shoulders of the four men. The customs officers comes to a stop at what appears t be a tool shed, padding the snow off of his shoulders and chewing up what left of his cigar, he gave all three men a quick look over, with a chuckle, and says
"You SOBs are getting younger and younger every year, soon I'll be sneaking kids through for these ops."
He shrugs and with reveal three snow mobiles, hidden in the shed.
"But what the hell do I know."
He gestures twoards the snow mobiles,
"These babies are charged up and ready to go."
He then throws each man a map.
"We and Zentra City are in the "neutral zone", the city supposedly governs it self till the peace treaty is signed, but just about everyone of them police is working for the Jovis, I stay clear of them if I were you all."
He unwraps and chews on another Cigar
"The rendezvous point is three clicks that way."
He points a thumb behind him
"No official Jovi patrols in the area but I'd stay off the roads anyway. If you all don't have any questions, then I'll be getting back to my post."

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Red dot is the rendezvous point each hex is 250m.

[kuro_zero]

Beowulf quickly familiarizes himself with the map before folding and carefully tucking in a pocket beneath his duster. He looked around at the winter waste land, inhaling deep on his cigarette to get some warmth to his lungs. It didn't help.

He slowly let out a puff of gray smoke against a gray sky. Hell, even the snow beneath his boots looked gray.

"Gonna be one depressing trip," he mumbled under his breath. Shaking off the snow he looked back to the custom officer. "Reminds me, why was Intel wrong?" He thought on that a for a moment and then quickly appended, "Why all the suits in the shuttle?"

[Moechi_Vill]

The military space armour kept her warm, waiting for her companions. Too bad it made her roughly five times as suspicious though. Still, Celine wouldn't trade it for being less of a sore thumb. A random snap shot that hit would kill her easily without it.

OOC: The Jovs are coming in to rebuild. Where and how do we get our vehicles btw.? Did you design one for me Zyrion? If so thanks. If not, would you do so please? I'm not too familiar with doing so. Graces!

[Fisher]

Isaac
While loading his supplies onto the snow mobile Isaac surveyed his surroundings. The war here had done more damage than he had expected. Navigating through the area would be difficult with the amount of damage and snow littered about.

Stuffing the map into one of his coat pockets he double checked his supplies to make sure everything was accounted for. Confident everything was fine he returned to where the others were standing.

Turning to the officer he said, "Thanks for the help sir. Do the snowmobiles have enough gas to make a return trip, in case something should go wrong?"

[zyirion]

The officer turn to Beowulf and chuckled,
"Heh, you'll get use the weather... we all do eventually"
Raising an eyebrow
"As for intel being wrong, is that really a surprise?"
He scratches his chin, and thinks for a moment.
"Well a lot of big whigs are being flown in... I haven't heard anything on why though."
A Smirk appeared on his face.
"You can always hack into the passenger list at the space port to get the details, eh?"
Turning to the young man in glasses, who just went through the trunk of his snow mobile.
"Don't worry about your gear its all there."
He pats one of the snow mobiles,
"The little buggies are running on full capacity, you got enough juice for about 500km. "
Finishing his second cigar, and spiting out the end, he snaps his finger.
"Thats right, knew I forgot something, all of your heavy gears are going to be transfered to the rendezvous point, if you got other ideas for them, let me know."

[OOC:Moechi_Vill you mecha is posted in the OOC thread]

[kuro_zero]

"Skip it," Beowulf mumbled more to himself than to the others. If its important they'll learn about it eventually. With luck it won't broadside them like a 70-ton mech.

"Not like it hasn't happened before," he thought flicking his spent cigarette butt which hissed momentarily in the snow before dying. He immediately lit up another, cursing the cold.

Strapping his bag to the back he swung his legs over and flipped the switch. The powercell hummed to life as a lone headlight pierced the gloom.

"I don't trust my tongue to smuggle heavy equipment into the city." He rubbed his rough stubble, trying to get feeling back to his face. "Or I suppose we could just attack it from outside, or simultaneous attack from both."

[Jael_Darkwood]

Anzen

Now that the mission has begun, Anzen has undergone a drastic transformation. The smile has dissapeared from his face, replaced with a look of tranquil concentration. His eyes never stop slowly moving, and he moves with a lithe and practiced grace. Taking his pistol out of a rucksack, he clips it to the side of one of the snowmobiles. Quietly, he checks the controls, makes sure he can quickly draw his pistol from its position. "I'd like my Mech to be prepped and ready for instant use upon my arrival. Also, If it can be camo'd, that seems like a good option. Do you have any up-to-date information on troop movements or such?" His eyes fix briefly on the officer, then return to surveying his surroundings.

[Moechi_Vill]

[OOC:Moechi_Vill you mecha is posted in the OOC thread]

OOC: Thank you.

Celine continues to wait in the cold. Hopefully her new colleagues wouldn't careen in on her in a firey blaze like her shuttle had through the athmosphere and the dying screams of the last inspector or her late teammates tasked with her in defending the Carrier Excelsin.
She keeps watch of her surroundings through the riflescope with her amps, fixating once or thrice on the minutia of snow crystals surrounding her. Confident no one is approaching her she finishes and lapses fast into idleness.
The lone figure Deici remains steadfast, head inclined a near imperceptible few degrees downwards, legs apart, but shorter then on a shooting range as the snow drifted around her. She preferred not to lean against any trunks for fear of silhouetting her form or rendering her more comfortable.

[zyirion]

The officer wrote on his notepad as he listened to Anzen's requests.
Looking up from the notebook at Anzen.
"No actual Joviri divisions in the area, they are all to west, at the border of the neutral zone, for now. As long as the truce hold you should only be encountering police or the "Plantery Militia" composed largely of Jovori sympathizers. Hell. if you keep a low profile, you probably just deal with the police. As for the camo, You want them to string some camo net to you mecha or something?"