NationStates Jolt Archive

"It had been five years since the fall of the dictatorship nation Dronios, but people could still not forget that day when it all crumbled.
The rebel forces fighting for the peoples freedom got into the OverMaesters palace and ovarran the guards, killing the OverMaester in the process.
In seconds Dronios crumbles. The national currency became useless, the law enforcement and military disbanded and raided towns for weeks.
The remaining survivors spread across the world, gaining new nationalitys. All was chaos. Those who stayed had founded Forthon, a little village on top of the mountain where the High Councils Palace once stood.
And that village expanded, becoming larger and larger until the citizens thought it was too big and went of to found another city, this city they named Dromon, after Dronios. All the technology from Dronios had been lost or destroyed only weeks after the fall of this once great nation.
Months went on and the two villages grew further away from each other.
Dromon thought they were better, and that those in their city were far more like Dronians than those in Forthon. So they started fighting. This fight erupted into war. And here we are now, five years after the founding of Dromon and they are still in combat. That concludes my story."

The Elderly Man rose from his seat in the encampment. The ones who had heard the story talked a little about it and then spoke to the man.

"Where are these two citys located?"

"To the east" the man replied as he started walking away from the encampment.

"Who are you, anyway?"

"I am Deytoriesch Wrikll. Dronios High Council Member. It has been lovely to talk to you. I must go. Good evening..."

The man slowly walked away disappearing into the night...

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Jernon stood up on the podium, facing the soldiers who would probably die on the battlefield today. Dromon were much stronger and had more soldiers.

"We are men of Forthon! We are not going to be oppressed by a city created by our ancestors! They actually think that they will succeed in crushing us, but i know they won't!
For as long as we have hope in ourselves and bear the spirits of our ancestors with us, we will not fail! We shall hold this city because we believe in a future of goodness!
Today we fight as our ancestors did before us. We fight for our FREEDOM!!"

The soldiers cheered as Jernon finished. He stepped of the podium and Jierra, their head Spirit Explorer, walked up to it.

"The Ancestors has blessed us with new weapons of the old! More loudsticks were recovered today as a token that they are with us!"

The soldiers cheered again as the gates behind them opened and they ran out through the city gates to fight for their right to live.


(OOC: This is the beginning of Forthons claims as a nation. Comments are velcomed, good as bad. This is a character RP so feel free to join with any outsiders that might have heard the story of the fighting citys.
One requirement though is that you TG me before you post so that i can approve of it. Thanks in beforehand.)

The chears awoke Andrew from his sleep. He heard the shouts, and the orations, and stuck his head outside his tent, only to see the group of people start to move towards the gates. Fuck, he swore to himself, grabbing his shirt. He was already wearing the forest style BDU pants and black and green Vietnam style boots. The shirt was a black tshirt of generic brand.

His hand fell on the rest of his gear as he slid out of the tent and followed the group, pulling on his tactical vest, an olive drab piece like any that you could purchase at an Army Navy or surpluss store. The backpack attactched to the vest gave it some heft, but nothing he couldn't handle. In his right hand, he held a Russian made AKSU74, in his left a Remington 870. He slid the 870 over his back, the sling holding it in place. His side arm, a Sig 226, was in a thigh holster.

Andrew wasn't a Forthonian, nor was he even off one of the hold peoples of the nation. No, he was Imitoran, born and raised. He was 31, young, restless, and armed. He was past the idealistic stage of life, and now on to the cash rules everything around me stage. And, like most Imitorans, he had spent enough time in the military to pick up skills needed to fight, and survive, in war. After a brief period as a helping hand in a Auto shop, he applied for an operational position in the new upstart company Private Security Investments, Inc., another Imitoran based mercenary group. However, unlike most mercs, he wasn't here on the idea that the Forthonians were paying PSI Inc. No, someone in PSI Inc. had felt their cause was just, honorable, whatever, and he was sent here. And 50,000 Imitoran Credits to go fight for a year or so was, well, hard to turn down.

And he was now here, following a number of Forthons, all chearing and shouting as they ran towards the gate, yelling as they moved out to a battle zone. He paused for a momebt, checking hsi rifle to make sure it was ready, and clicked off the safty, moving out past the gates.

Jernon thought about the whole thing when slowly walking after his troops. He had been fighting for three Planetcycles now and they had only lost ground in this war.
Sometimes Jierra and her explorers found some new weapons from the old days and they were greatly appriciated, but this could not keep on going.
Something had to be done. He walked up to a weatherbeaten table and grabbed a loudstick plus some loudstick refills. He carefully put one of the refillers into the loudstick and and switched it to bangmode as he walked through the gate.
One day someone would help them win the war, he knew it. One of the Elders had told him and the other people about other cities beyond the mountains and out in the stars.
He hoped deep inside that this was true and that someone would help them reclaim their honour so that the ancestors would be proud of them. Hopefully Jernon could use his green oddshaped ball, which Jierra refered to as Gree-Nate, today. It has been said that it is a powerful weapon.
Jernon smiled lightly when he thought of all the enemies he would kill today...

(Kinda short, sorry. Tired I am.)

OOC: Its cool, I understand ya. I'm assuming that the war zone is just outside the gates, and basically once you get out, your getting shot at. If not, I'll change this post up to more of a peacefull one.

IC: Andrew ducked under a branch as he jogged out to a boulder he had seen earlier. A few rounds cracked behind him, dust flying up as the chunks of steel slammed harmlessly into the ground. He slid behind the boulder, and sighed. Life was easier when working with a full platoon of equaly trained Marines. He spun out from behind the rock, let the open sight fall on a machine gunner, and squeezed of a burst. The 5.45mm Hollow Point impacted his chest, a puff of red mist exploding out from his chest.

"This is what World War II must of been like," he said to himself. He moved across the open field, picking off one or two targets as he came across them. He made it to another rock, and dove behind it. He pulled out his empty magazine, and dropped it on the ground, slapping a new one in the recieve, and racking the action. These Dromon guys knew their stuff. He pulled out a bottle of water, and took a swig, splashing some on his face.

He looked over to his left, watching a group of Forthons charge forward into a hail of gunfire, most of them getting cut down by the enemy fire. He stuck his head over the rock, saw the gunners nest, and pulled out a frag grenade. He chunked it towards the nest, watching the explosion rip into the nest.

Jernon dodged a loudstick shot and threw himself into cover. They were getting mashed already. This was not good. He pulled the metal ring from the Gree-Nate and threw it against the Dromons, hoping to hit something that was necessary for the enemy.
The Gree-Nate exploded in the middle of their attacking line and several enemy warriors flew in random directions. But there were two bangs. Someone else had a Gree-Nate. Jernon had to find this warrior. Maybe it was an outsider fighting for their cause, and if it wasn´t, the person had to be killed. Jernon snuck behind some rocks looking around for any person that stood out from the crowd.
He saw three Dromons sitting about 4 metres in front of him, taking cover behind some rocks. Jernon aimed his loudstick at them and pressed the trigger. As he fired the old weapon one of his enemies fell to the ground making the other two react. They both fired their AutoSticks at him and he could feel the pain spreading through his legs and his stomach. They aim like the stones they´re hiding behind, he thought to himself as he fired again, resulting in another kill. The last one started fleeing back to the Dromon lines but was shot in the back by Jernon.
Jernon sunk down behind the rock and refilled his loudstick. He felt the energy in his legs leaving him. He cried for help, hoping that someone would hear.

Lars Rhinehardt was assigned to the 2nd wave to assult the city. He jogged out of his tent to see many more Forthon's running full speed towards the front lines. Lars wore a Urban Cammo uniform with black kavlar vest and balistic helmet. four other specialist's acompany him.

He carries a Steyr Aug with a back up glock .28, Unknown12 and Imitora in eachothers best graces.. fight along side. Lars served as a merc for 6 years of his life, he is Austrian born and 28 years old. If he succeeds 100,000$ is awarded.

The goverment has no say what Lars does...nor do they know of his existance in this conflict for freedom.
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Lars ran full speed towards the gates of the city followed by the rest of his seasoned men. All of them were introduced more than 1 time in their life..living in Unknown12.

Lars seen the Enemy falling back,

"we gotta move them back...Braun,Keller and Schmidt...flank the lines..take it slow..Jager..come with me.."

The 3 Mercs took off to the left side while Lars led his man up the middle,

"sir! a Forthon pinned behind that rock!" jager exclaimed,

He pointed towards a young man taking cover behind a boulder, all of a sudden a group of Dromons came over a hill, Jager fired his H&K MP5 leveling 5 enemys,his bullets stirred up dust as Lars ran for the man behind the rock trying to help.

Jager took a knee and fended off as many enemys as he could, when it came time to change his clip the situation was differnt,over the pile of bodys came 3 enemys holding Colt.1911's,

"Leiutennet!" Jager screamed dropping his H&K reaching for his Glock

Lars didn't hear the cry over the massed explosions all around him, Jager barely got his sidearm out when bullet after bullet was pumped into his body. Lars reached the man and asked him,

"whats wrong! can you move!!"

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Flanking the enemy lines wasn't going that well already, Lars and Jager were not were they were supposed to be,Braun,Keller and Schmidt were pinned down taking on heavy fire and repeated charges,

"this is it men....fix baynets...we can't hold no more..they will charge again" Braun pushed his helmet off his head running his fingers through his hair

The men did as they were told, they assumed position and waited for fate. It took only 2 minutes untill cover fire was suppressed on the small trench where the Mercs took cover, Trembeling Keller light a smoke then picked up his M16 again,

"ready...steady..." before Braun could finish a grenade landed at their feet

"noooooooo!" Schmidt dove out of the trench..

The grenade exploded sending Keller and Braun flying to both sides, Schmidt turned to see a enemy with a sword running at him, he blocked the blow with his rifle and stuck him with his bayonet

"FEELS LIKE THE PASIFIC!! WW2!!" He screamed then pulled out his bayonet

Enemy after enemy attacked him, after the 8th he was tired..Schmidt stood all around the dead bodys trying to fight off number 9 when he lost his footing and fell to his back

"see you in hell!"

Schmidt waited for others to get close then grabbed one by the leg,the others kicked and punched Schmidt trying to get him off when he produced a grenade

*BOOM*.....it was all over....
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MEANWHILE :City

Lars looked over to see Jager laying on his back...he was dead, there was nothing Lars could do now,

"get up! we must fight!! or run!! quick!

Andrew looked up to see the men from Unknown12 charge ahead. They were good fighters, and great troops, but at the same time, a tad unprofesional. He checked his magazine, it felt about half full, and fired a burst out towards another gunners nest. He kept his head down in a sprint across the open terrain were one of the guys was looking at a downed Forthonian. He ducked behing the bolder, and sat across from the other Merc. "Looks bad, some nasty wounds. You gota medkit on ya?"

On the farthest right flank of the Dromon line stood twelve men, unnerving in their attire, brought a grisly and horrifying end to uncountable numbers of helpless Forthon men. They marched fearlessly across the field not caring if they were hit. In fact many a Forthon had looked upon their half pigmen faces before they was mercilessly cut down in a hail of molten lead and fire. They were ordered by their Dromon employers to hold the right flank at all costs, and in fact had held out for three days without sighting a single Dromon relief squad. They knew that the Dromon were leaving them out there so that they wouldn't have to pay them their steep fee of nearly half the treasury. As they marched ever remorseless over the strewn corpses of both Dromon and Forthon alike, they thought secretly to them selves, who wasteful this war was.

As the fighting lightened they moved into a trench for some well deserved rest and food. As the pigmen removed their faces they became almost human. As they rested there they waited for the inexorable charge of Forthon soldiers, if you could call them soldiers. As the dominant pigman raised his voice his comrades hushed, "OK, men, we're all alone out here, we haven't seen any sign of relief in sixty hours, so chances are they want us dead or, they figure the far right flank is expendable. Either way we're alone, so what do we do?" The dominant one then looked at his comrades, as one of his comrades spoke up all attention was given to him, "Well, LT., we got three choices as I can see it. First we continue what we were ordered to do, second we cut our losses and run, or third ... we defect." This thought brought many of the pigmen to consider their options, "After all, LT., chances are they don't want to give away half their gold stores." As the dominant one spoke all the others hushed their discussions, "You're right, they're not going to pay us, so we either cut our losses or, as Renaldo put it ... defect. I'm not going to force any of you to follow me, but the only way we'll get that gold is if we turn coat and defect." As they all spoke up one in particular stood out, this pigman was different from the others, because he was not a man at all, but a woman, "Well Lieutenant, you know we're with you, so It's decided ... we defect to the Forthon side." After that it was unanimous they would defect, but how?

As the vote was made unanimous, they began to think of how to defect. As they discussed this one of the longer pigmen spoke up, "I know you think I'm just a kid playing soldier, but the only chance we have for our defection to work is to get Kayla to deliver them the message. After all the Forthon see no honor in killing a woman." Before Kayla could speak up one the others did, "Dyke's right, Kayla, your the only one that stands a chance of getting the message inside the gate. But convincing them will be difficult." Kayla then spoke up, "Thanks for all the support and all but still we'd have to march across a battle field to get me there, even if I wasn't in uniform they'd surely shoot you guys, so I'd have to go alone." Before she could continue LT. spoke up, "She's right, she'll have to go alone, and unarmed. Then it's decided you leave tonight, under the cover of darkness."

When Kayla got her orders she walked around a bend in the trench, "Kayla where are you going?" inquired Dyke. "Oh wouldn't you like to know, I'm striping for my mission, and if I see any of you peeping, I'll just have to fuck you till you bleed." She said sweeping her finger in front of her eyes. "Well, don't go to far, don't want you to fuck those Forthon boys bloody." Dyke said with a smile on his face. As Kayla rounded the bend she began to strip off her uniform. As she carefully removed her mask and armor she revealed her features to a varying degree. Her young yet full breasts, her strong long arms, her even toned back. It was then that Dyke walked around the bend with her civilian clothes, he walked carefully keeping his eyes closed, and when he reached a box he set the clothes down and walked away, but not before Kayla commented on his foolishness, "Well I don't feel like getting fucked bloody tonight Kayla, maybe next time." She then played with him by turning her back to him and crossing her arms before her. "Yes, you do, you just don't want to ask" "Huh, you right, but you got a mission to fulfill." Kayla then resumed unclothing until she was completely in the nude, a Viscous Venus De milo upon a Sea of Blood.

As she made her way silently out of the trenches she and her comrades hoped they would see each other again, and that their plan would succeed.

Jierra sighed as she looked out over the battlefield. More blood was being spilt every day. She couldn´t take it anymore. All her best friends had died in the war, and her entire family. She had gained the position of Head spirit explorer only because she was one of the survivors from the fall of Dronios. And her goals were still not complete. She had to find the summoning rites of Drxzyioxz, a demon from the old days. He could help them, she knew it. Her father had found the books and had given them to the high council. This demon helped Dronios become the nation it once was. And it would help Forthon too. She would find those books, at any cost...


(OOC: Drxzyioxz is a demon who participated in an RP some time ago. Just follow Dronios posts and you´ll find out. (for those of you who doesn´t know i´m Dronios with a new nation.) Link is here: Link to Drxzyioxz (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=350006&page=1&pp=15) )

As Kayla made her way across the battle field she walked upon the strewn corpses of both sides and felt no piety for them, because she knew that her family, the mercenary group she belonged to. They were her family, as she walked across the blood soaked earth she remembered when she had first come to serve with them. She was a young girl, no older than fifteen, her family died in an attack and she was living on the streets. She would have to fight for food, hide from rapers, and even bribe bullies. Those days she would have done anything for some food, then one day she meet Drake, he was kind, older then her, but kind, not at all like the men she saw all the time, raping women and girls, but a good man. He gave her a place to stay, even food to fill her stomach, and all he wanted in return was a friend. Then one day she woke to find him packing, he was leaving and she was sad, but instead of leaving her, like all those before him, her parents, her siblings, even her friends. He took her with him, and trained her to fight, she grew up among them, and she grew up with Dyke, he was the only one her age, he was a jerk at times, but when people tried to start something he was always there, they were all there.

As Kayla approached the wall she couldn't waste her attention on the past she had a mission to fulfill. She approached the gate quietly not knowing if there were guards at night or not, but as she approached her eyes caught the glint of steel in the near pitch black, at first she wanted to call out but then she decided to keep quite for the moment. She then raised her voice to a whisper, "Sir, sir, I need to talk to you." As the soldier pointed his rifle at her he looked at her long and hard. Kayla then spoke up again, "I'm not armed, I have a message for your lord." The soldier then seemed to relax a bit, "Over here, who is the message from?" "It is from a field commander that wishes to defect to your lord's side." This seemed to confuse the soldier a lot but then he decided to allow her passage. "Be quick with your business, and don't try anything. Kayla then entered and agreed not to try anything. As Kayla was directed through the city to the 'command central' by a very young guard, who seemed more interested in her than his duty.

When they came to a stop she stood before the ruins of the old city hall, he then motioned for her to enter, and she did. It seemed like a life time walking through these halls, in fact they reminded her much of her street life, when she would have to duck out of sight and hide if she didn't want to be raped or killed. The halls brought back many unhappy memories, memories she preferred lost. By following the halls she found herself in the 'lords chamber' the place where plans where made and carried out. As she entered all the eyes turned to her, she nearly froze until a guard asked her what she was doing there, which she replied, "My lord, I have a message from an enemy field commander, requesting to defect to your rightful cause." As she waited for his reply she felt as if the entire world was swaying.

Kiraaz became quite shocked when a non-Forthonian walked into the halls. He followed her in his usual way in the shadows, to the point at which she stopped, talking to a guard. They were talking about their leader Deytoriesch.
She had a message for him. Kiraaz stepped out of the shadows and talked.

"Our leader is not here, he left about a month ago. Jernon is acting leader but he´s out there on the battlefield. Another high authority person is Jierra, you might want to find her before going out on the battlefield totally unarmed. I´m Kiraaz, a Rogue Assassin from the old time."

He pointed against Jierras watchtower through a broken window. He glanced at her looks for a second. This lady was young, looking like she still were a teenager. It made him think of his sister who had died at the hands of a Dromon warrior. He quickly took his eyes of her, staring at the dusty floor instead.

"You may want to hurry before Jierra leaves on another expedition."
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It was clear for her now. She instantly understood where the books of the Ritual had to be located. Jierra made her way down the tower. The demon would help her crush Dromon and create peace. But noone could know of this. They would only try to stop her. Noone understood her way of thinking. But soon they would, as she would become the leader of Forthon. She smiled as she opened the door to ground level...
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Jernon staggered up to his feet. He had to get back. This battle was lost. The Dromons were getting reinforcements all the time while they themselves were getting thinned down for every second. He slowly starting limping back to the city, hiding behind the rocks at the best of his ability.

(OOC: Hope this did´nt screw up too much for any of you. Keep this up. It´s great. ;) )

Andrew watched as the Forthon got up, and forced himself to limp back to the base. He looked at Lars, and shrugged. "Kids got balls," he said over the explosion of a grenade somewhere off in the distance. He dropped his ASKU, letting the sling catch it, then stood, turned, and fired off a few rounds from his Sig. He emptied the .40 S&W magazine into another man who had come up over the rock, and slapped in a fresh mag. He holstered the pistol, and unslung his shot gun. "Follow me!"

He moved up the hill towards Jernon, and came up up behind him, putting his armaround his back and under his arm. "C'mon buddy, lets get back to the gates." He turned, pulling Jernon with him, and fired his shotgun into a Dronian, and turned again, helping Jernon back to the gates.

Jernon was very surprised by the sudden help of the other man. With his help they both got to the gates without further damages.

"Thanks for the help outsider. I shall reward you appropriatly when this day´s battle is over. You are here to help us yes?"

(OOC: short and bad i know.)

"Yeah. Andrew Lutz, from Imitora. Someone that I work for decided that fighting to help you gusy out was worth, so here I am. That, and I kinda agree. Fight the good fight and all." He reslung the shotgun over his shoulder, and helped Jernon to a seat. He reached back, and released the clips on his bag, letting it drop to the ground.

"Now let me take a look at this," he said, pulling out a feild dressing kit. He unzipped, and pulled out a pair of scisors, cutting Jernon's pants around his knee to take a look at his owunds.

OOC: Its cool, not every post can be a prize winning piece of literature, lol. I'll let you say how bad his wounds are.

"Every day out here will bring one step closer to your god, either by killing your foes or by dying."

His wounds were moderately bad. No serious injuries, although some wounds had gone deep. Nothing upset him more than injuries that would slow him down later. trying to make conversation he spoke.

"So, you hail from Imitora? What is happening in the outside world?"

Eldrad hoited his rucksack and began to get ready for another days hard walking, he was moving south now, away from the winter snows and towards the plains.

He hadn't been this far south for 5 years, nearby was the city of his birth, or it's remains, 5 years ago it had been destroyed, along with his familly and freinds.

He was a Ranger, or that was his famillys name, long ago his people had lived like he was and where famed for there skills and there comboat prowness, they where said to be the best in the world at swordsmanship, the best at predicting the weather, firing a bw, tracking a man, but that was all legend, those skills had been forgotten, once they had settled in Dronios.

Forgotten but not lost, he still had his ancestral skills, or the few that had been passed down to him by his farther.

He went north after his city was destroyed, north to escape to bloodshed and maddness that had followed the desruction and he had survived, he lived of hunting and finding peaces of prescious metals, sometimes he hired himself out as a mercanary, others he was a explorer. He was a well known figure up there, the 18 year old youth with the black hair and the grey, stern eyes. His exploits where stuff of songs, but now he went south.

In the south he heard bangs and screams, such sound as he hadn't heard for 5 years, they didn't have guns in the North. Realising that destany was pulling him towards the sounds he continued.

He came upon a battlefeild, littered with dead bodys, man where camped upon it, in trenches and in others they still forght. He noticed a few people, a man who looked out of place, about 30, at one side of the feild 12 men advanced cutting down hundreds, god he hated war.

Seeing that he was in dangerious place he dropped to his bally and made his way into the cover of a shell hole, covering himself withmud and blood of others, he lay near the rim waiting for someone to pass, someone he could question.

OOC: If any of this sn't okay please say, oh and if any of you have a caracter who just might be passing a cartain shell crater....

Andrew nodded. "Not to much. Same old shit, different day," he said, splashing an anticeptic on the wounds. "These should heal up soon. Might slow ya down a bit, but nothing needs to be amputated. It's gonna hurt a while, I got some pain killers that might help."

He pulled out his canteen and took a swig, then handed it to Jernon. "Its purified, if ya want some."

(OOC: Hey you want me to rp the city leader's response scene or not?)

OOC:

Draconis Federation: I have posted it already. Look for a post on page 1 that starts with Kiraaz.

IC: "No thank you." Jernon replied. "I must get out there again and pull back our troops. We must prepare for the battle tomorrow."

Andrew nodded. "Gotcha." He stood, and grabbed his AKSU. He looked around quickly, turning his head left, then right, looking for any of the guys from Unknown12. He then looked back at Jernon. "Well man, my tent is right over there, come see me if ya need anything," he said, turning and walking slowly back to his tent.

When he got there, he tossed his AKSU onto his duffle bag with his cloths in it, and nearly collapsed onto a cot. He was tired as hell, fighting always did that to him. He pulled an Mp3 player out of his bag, and popped the headphones in his ear. He fell asleep to the music.

Upon hearing the news, she dreaded the search for the feild commander, who ever he might be. But ever diligent Kayla decided to find the commander, even if it ment risking her life.

"Thank you, I am grateful for the assistance, but would you know where I might the commander, adn by what name I can call him?" Was all Kayla could do at this point, after all it seemed pointless in looking for a man she knew nothing about. Kayla then asked the man again, "Do you know where I can find the feild commander, and what is his name?" She waited patiently for a responce.

Lars watched the Imitorian help the Forthon away, He looked over to see Jager just laying there, several simitanious explosions went off only feet away from the boulder.

Lars ran over to Jager and grabbed his downed commrade's limp arm dragging him behind as he retreated towards the Forthon lines. At camp Lars sat by himself by a barrel fire, Jager's body lay beside him still in full combat gear..the Forthon who was wounded earlier(Jernon) walked by,

"hey....this...isn't any use to him now...a soldier needs it.."

Lars tossed the MP5 to Jernon and pointed to Jagers vest and helmet laying on the ground,

"that too....if there's any word on my men...please inform me.."

Lars looked back at the ground where he stuck his combat knife in the dirt,

Andrew stepped out of his tent after the nap, and stretched out. He was wearing the same BDU pants, but no shirt, and no boots. Instead, he wore a pair of blue Adidas soccer flip flops. He was shirtless, showing off his muscular frame. He wasn't trying to show off to anyone, but his shirt was stained with blood, and he was letting it soak in some water. His only weapon know was the black Sig handgun, sitting in a thigh rig. He wasn't as heavily tattooed as most males that were Imitoran Marines, but he had his fair share of ink. On his left pectoral, there was a skull and cross bone, with his unit's moto, "Your chances for repentance have been given, may God accept your souls." On his right bicep was the almost standard Imitoran Flag Intertwined with the Imitoran Colonial Marine Corp flag. On his left arm was a latin phrase.

He rubbed his face, and grabbed a Nalgene bottle, walking through the camp. He strolled past the other soldiers, waving at them. He looked at the medic tent, and sighed. More death for a cause someone determined important. These people needed help to fight. Going up against a well armed, well trained, deadly force was never easy, especially when smaller, not as well armed, and disadvantaged force. But sometimes heart made up for it.

He walked over to where Lars was sitting. He couldn't remeber his name, never having really met him. All he knew was that he was from Unknown12, one of Imitora's allies. He collapsed to the ground next to him into a sitting position, and leaned against the wall. "Good fightin today, huh?"

Lars stuck out his hand and shook the Marines, He looked over at Jager then back at the Marine,

"yes...we'll lick em tomorrow...my squad is lost..my good friend..Jager dead..waste of a good man.."

Lars looked at the only wepon the marine had then undid Jagers leg hoster holding the Glock .28

"here..my names Lars...you?"

He passed the holster and all over to the man, he then stood up removing his upper gear to reveal a knik from a bullet..Lars was a very big man, "Mein Gott Ist Tru" tattooed on his chest which ment

"in god we trust"

He poured the dead mans water canteen over his head....

Kiraaz continued his explanation to the woman.

"He goes by the name Jernon. He should be somewhere out on the battlefield and fighting an unwinable war. Sometime soon he´ll probably die like the rest of our commanders so you´d better hurry. Here, take this Sword, i have no use for it."

He took his ceremonial Sword from his back and handed it to her. That he had no use for it wasn´t true but he had to give her some kind of weapon if she were to go out there again.

"Now if you excuse me, i have serious matters to attend to."

He stepped into the darkness and disappeared as he had been taught to do.
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Jernon stepped outside the gate. It was getting dark. They had lost this battle as every battle before this one. He took up his horn and blew it, sounding the Forthon Battlehorn. Years before it had given courage to the men. Now it was just a signal to fall back on. He took down his horn and went back inside. They needed serious help to be able to survive...

Andrew shook his hand. "Andrew Lutz, Imitora," he said. He held the Glock, he owuld give ti to Jernon if he saw him later. He watched as the sun fell in the sky, night comming up. He sighed, takning a swig of water from his Nalgene bottle.

"I wonder how far this place exactly is from home. You gotta cell phone on ya?" he asked.

As the man disappeared Kayla couldn't help but feel sorry for the Forthon, after all this was all that was left to them by their ancestors. But she knew she must feel nothing to make her journey, so she gathered her courage and ran out in the direction indicated by the soldier. Clutching the blade in hand she ran over countless dead of both sides, she had seen death before but not like this, this butchery was not human, nor was it animal, but far fouler.

She continued to run the gauntlet dodging mortar fire, and trench alike. Until she came upon a place with fields of tents, which she thought strange, given they were perfect targets out in the opening. But as she walked through the alleys of tents she could see that not a single one had been hit by mortar fire.

And in her rush to find this 'Jernon' she unknowingly tripped over some poor soldier resting on the ground in front of a tent. "Sorry, I was not looking where I was going." As she walked on she heard a loud long blast from what be none other than a 'war horn'. She began to think to her self, if they used war horns, then who ever used the horn must be the one in charge. As she followed the mournful tone of the horn she ran past numbers of wounded soldiers who looked worse for wear.

As she reached the source she saw a flood of soldiers coming through what appeared to be a palisade gate, and there outside the gate stood the source of the sound. She cautiously approached him through the tide of wounded soldiers and unscathed alike. She held the sword tight to her chest in hopes that she would become lost in the crowed, but she being the only woman in camp stood out in her civilian clothes.

As she approached him she reached out her arm and shook his shoulder in attempt to catch is attention. "Sir, sir, I have a message, a message that pertains to one Jernon, are you him? If not do you know where I can find him?" She asked her question, and in a pitiful attempt she also tried to keep her balance in this flood of men, but failed and tumbled to the ground under the feet of these soldiers. As she was trampled upon she tried to protect herself by curling up into the fetal position, and waited for them to pass.

As she did so it brought back bad memories of her life in the streets, a life she would prefer forgotten.

Captain Alexander Sark was not what one could call a "good" person. Even before the Revolution, his greatest claim to fame (or infamy) had come from the sheer level of destruction his sky cruiser squadron was responsible for during the course of duty. When the third fleet rose up against the Emperor, he was one of the first to join their rebellious ranks. When the traitors were defeated, he assured his foul reputation by detonating his own ship to cover his escape, killing all two hundred and fifty three crewmembers.

That was ten years ago. Ten years on the run, through the darkest underlevels of Akaton's towering cities. In these ten years, he had grown accustomed to seeing death and causing it. He had gone from being a cultured, aristocratic naval officer to a hardened killer. In all honesty, he couldn't remember whether this was a necessary part of survival or simply his own sadistic desire to take revenge upon the system that had forced him onto the streets. It mattered not. In a place of criminals, morality was a secondary concern. It was amongst the killers and mercenaries that call the underlevels home that Sark had learned of the fate of Dronios. A place of constant war was his one hope to finally escape from the law and the misery of his existence.

So it was that Sark made his way from his homeland to Forthon. He still wore his black Imperial Navy uniform, though it was filthy and much of its once grand ornamentation was gone. He carried several weapons, some bought, some stolen. At the moment, he had a pair of custom built 9mm automatic pistols along with a disturbing number of concealed knives and razor blades. As the other soldiers returned to the city, he slipped in amongst them, deciding to side with the army with the best living conditions.

Eldrad saw a woman go past him, she had a starnage sence of purpose about her, and so silently he followed, making good use of the avalable cover. Several times she looked back but she didn't see him, she began to approch a sea of tents, which he thought strange as they where wide open to arrow attack or assult. Guns he reminded himself Morter and gun attack

Slipping past countless wounded and dead, many of the wounded would not survive to see the morn, he heard a great war horn and a cluster of men surrounding someone, someone who must be the blower of the horn.

Advancing slowly he saw his quarry enter the crowd and seeing a nearby tree, it's top branch's blown away by fire, he climbed it, his dark cloves blending in with the wood and the leaves.

He drew out his bow and sat in the tree's crux, his arrow aimed at the woman in the crowd. His improved hear meant he could hear what she said and he focused all his attention on her.

"Sir, sir, I have a message, a message that pertains to one Jernon, are you him? If not do you know where I can find him?" There seemed to be no responce to her request, but she was knocked to the ground and trampled on by a flood of men, she curled up in a fotal position to wait of the to pass, and seeing a chance, Eldrad jumped from his tree into the crowd and drawing the sword from it's sheaf, in one swift motion, he forced his way through the crowd.

One man did protest, lunging a bayonet towards him creast, but Eldrad let it come and let it cut through the grey folds of his clothes only for it to bounce of the golden armour hidden underneath. The man paid for his follishness. After that he was given a wide berth.

He reached the woman and looked at her, wondering to himself what he must look like to others, a tall youth with a rip in his grey clothes that showed golden aromour underneath. He smiled, of course there was the bow, throwing knives, combat knives bow and quiver as well.

"Can I help you madam?"

As Kayla laid there on the cold soft earth as the men washed over her. She begged for assisstance. Out of no where her please were answered, a young man moved through the men in her direction. Only to stop and stand over her, and aske, "Can I help you madam?", Kayla was awestruck as the man bent down to help her up.

Hesitating made her feel foolish, so she said, "Thanks, who might I ask my kinght in shining armor is?" Kayla felt even more foolish for saying that but it could not be helped as she began to blush.

As Kayla laid there on the cold soft earth as the men washed over her. She begged for assisstance. Out of no where her please were answered, a young man moved through the men in her direction. Only to stop and stand over her, and aske, "Can I help you madam?", Kayla was awestruck as the man bent down to help her up.

Hesitating made her feel foolish, so she said, "Thanks, who might I ask my kinght in shining armor is?" Kayla felt even more foolish for saying that but it could not be helped as she began to blush.
Eldrad smiled at her and pulled her to her feet, he got a proper look at her, she looked tough and like she knew how to handle herself. "Thanks, who might I ask my kinght in shining armor is?" she blushed and that seemed t make her even more attractive to Eldrad, he felt himself blushing to, he hadn't done that for 2 years since that scandnavian princess had tried to....

Cacling the image from his mind he realised that he was stuttering, "Eldrad marm, Eldrad ranger." He realised that sound stupid and he need to sound more purposeful, "May I enquire what's going on here. And who's Jernon?" Oh, he thought, now I sound even more stupid

Kayla barely had time to notice him blushing before she answered his question, "I beleive he's the one in charge of these soldiers. I also beleive that he's the one with the horn calling the men back to camo, see there." Kayla then pointed of in the distance at a man holding a hunting horn.

"I beleive that's him. Anyway thank you for your assassistance it was ... apreciated." Kayla couldn't help but feel like a school girl with a crush.

Kayla then began walking off into the direction of the figure she pointed to earlyer, as she walked off she looked over her shoulder at the man who made her blush.

Andrew looked up from the wall he was leaning against, and saw the Kayla and Eldrad bump in, taking a minimal intrest. It was something to watch, if nothing else. He heard the name Jernon, and stood, taking the Glock that Lars handed him, and sticking it in the back of his pants. He walked off, following her towards Jernon, but keeping his distance. He could always make the call he needed to make later, and this could be intresting.

When Kayla reached the man she suspected to be Jernon, she was glad that the human flood of men had died down and were no longer in a rush, she then shook his shoulder and asked, "Sir, are you Jernon, or do you know where I might find him?" She then waited for his responce, unconnciously aware she was followed.

Jernon turned around and looked at the girl talking to him. She could not be very old. What was she doing here? And what did she ever want with him? Well, he had to be polite and answer.

"Yes, i am Jernon. What is your bussiness here?"

He looked at her in a suspicious way, but cooled down when he saw Mr. Andrew behind her.

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Jierra smiled to herself. She were finally close to solving Forthons problems. She and her explorer team had left for the temple of the gods. It had been off-limits for her when she was younger, but now she were the second in command. She opened the Temple door, lit up a glowrod and walked into the dark temple. She motioned for her explorers to gather near her.

"Ok, here everybody will split up and search for the ritual books. We will meet here at daybreak. Anybody not here by then will be left behind."
A mutter went trough the crowd as she uttered that last sentence.
"Quiet! It won´t be hard for you to get back in time. I will of course go to. So if i am not here at the pointed time, you leave without me. Now go!"

The crowd scattered into the Temple as Jierra took a step into it. She had to find those books, her future as a leader depended on it.

Eldrad smiled at she walked off, feeling like he hadn't felt since... he couldn't rember feeling like this, spotting a small movment from behind a wall nearby. He made his way stelily along following the man who was folllowing the woman, he didn't even know her name!

The man put his gun in the back pocket of his torusers and Eldrad relised that he might do somthing that they'd all regret, waiting until the where out of site behind a wall, after the woman and the man he presumed was Jernon.

Pulling out his bow he held the arrows tip against the mans neck. "I'd drop that gun if I where you."

OOC: Hope you dont me taking a touch of liberty...when RPing Hand to hand combat, it just makes life easier...

IC:

Andrew heard the dootsteps behind him, but didn't think anything of it. When he felt the tip of the arrow, training came to mind. Imitora Marines trained using a slightly specialized form of Krav Maga, a quick, violent form of hand to hand combat. He spun, letting the tip of the arrow scratch his neck, what was a nother scar, with his elbow out and extended, slaming into the for portion of the arrow, snapping the tip off.

He also brought his foot around with him, the top of his foot comming in contact with the side of his knee, dropping the Ranger. He had removed his gun, not the Glock, but the Sig on his thigh, and held it level at Eldrads forhead. He could have easily put a .49S&W JHP through his forhead, but didn't. "Back off kid, I got buisness to deal with thats way outa your leauge."

He holstered the pistol, turned, and walked off back towards Jernon and Kayla. He appraoched, then stopped standing behind Kayla, nodding towards Jernon. He could wait till they were done talking to talk to Jernon.

OOC: Hope you dont me taking a touch of liberty...when RPing Hand to hand combat, it just makes life easier...

IC:

Andrew heard the dootsteps behind him, but didn't think anything of it. When he felt the tip of the arrow, training came to mind. Imitora Marines trained using a slightly specialized form of Krav Maga, a quick, violent form of hand to hand combat. He spun, letting the tip of the arrow scratch his neck, what was a nother scar, with his elbow out and extended, slaming into the for portion of the arrow, snapping the tip off.

He also brought his foot around with him, the top of his foot comming in contact with the side of his knee, dropping the Ranger. He had removed his gun, not the Glock, but the Sig on his thigh, and held it level at Eldrads forhead. He could have easily put a .49S&W JHP through his forhead, but didn't. "Back off kid, I got buisness to deal with thats way outa your leauge."

He holstered the pistol, turned, and walked off back towards Jernon and Kayla. He appraoched, then stopped standing behind Kayla, nodding towards Jernon. He could wait till they were done talking to talk to Jernon.
damm, he got me cold Eldrad felt his leg aching, he'd suffered worse, drawing one of his throwing knives with incredable speed he threw it in one swift movement. the man heard it's whistle throught the air and dived to one side the knife ripping into his clothing on his left side, leaving a blood trail.

The man rolled and prepared to climb this feet, but Eldrad was on him, in one hand he held his combat knife, he cut throught the mans holster and the gun fell to the floor.

The man forght hard, soon Eldrad was bleeding from the nose and from his arm, but the knife had cut into the mans cheast and his right forarm, leaving the arm unoprative, the man kicked it away from him, embedded ii the ground. Eldrad kept hold of him and threw pucnches, this man was stronger but he was quicker, and he had a feeling he was more used to hand to hand combat.

The man kicked him offf and made for the gun with his good arm, Eldrad was quicker and kicked his hand away, picking the gun up, and then he held it level with the mans head. "looks like your buisness will have to wait."

OOC: Ok, I didn't call injuries or anyting, I just pushed the guy away, but if you really want Andrew to fight...

IC:
Andrew nodded, and rolled forward to a sitting position. "Whatever you say kiddo," and before Eldrad could react, he pulled a .380 revolver from an ankle holster, and put six .380FMJ rounds into his face. He stood up, and limped away from the dead body, not really caring about what anyone did with it.

OOC: Now, I know you dont want that to happen. So, my general advice would be to just have Eldrad realise he lost this one, and wait till later to try it again. Ok?

"Yes, i am Jernon. What is your bussiness here?"
"I'm a represenitive of a commander who wishes to come to terms of defection with you, I will do the negotiations if you incline to accept his offer." Kayla sounded quite adult and almost like a lawyer she once over heard near a brothel.

Andrew stood back, listening to Kayla make her offer. Defection, nice. I wonder if tehy got anythign I can use, he thought to himself, standing close by. The Forthonians had to have a radio, and if not, maybe this other merc did.

OOC: Ok, I didn't call injuries or anyting, I just pushed the guy away, but if you really want Andrew to fight...

IC:
Andrew nodded, and rolled forward to a sitting position. "Whatever you say kiddo," and before Eldrad could react, he pulled a .380 revolver from an ankle holster, and put six .380FMJ rounds into his face. He stood up, and limped away from the dead body, not really caring about what anyone did with it.

OOC: Now, I know you dont want that to happen. So, my general advice would be to just have Eldrad realise he lost this one, and wait till later to try it again. Ok?
OOC: Problem is wounded pride, there a woman who he feels strongly about neaarby, and he thinks Andrews a assin, also I don't think a guy with his experiance would lose so easyly. Can you TG me about this to work it out?

OOC: From when Eldrad got knocked off.

IC: Eldrad wiched, the pain was not bad, but bad enough to wind him, climbing to his feet he followed Andrew. Listening to Kayla offer he felt astounded that she had so little honour. He waited and watched.

OOC: Sorry for not posting guys. Sometimes one has to prioritise school.

IC:
Jernon looked at the woman. Somebody actually wanted to defect from Dromon to help them.

"Well, that sounds good to me. Anything more?"

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Jierra looked around her as she ran through the dark temple. Multiple screams had sounded throughout the building over the last hour. Jierra sprung around a corner and suddenly stood face to face with something looking like a ghost with glowing green eyes. On the floor lay one of her explorers, lifeless.

"Good day to you, human. What brings you to my resting place?" The thing said to her.
"Umm..I´m here to find some ritual books to help my land..."

"Might it be these books?" The thing held out three books, each with the demon insignia.
"Yes! it´s them!"

"Well, you won´t need them, i am already out. And now you must die!"

Jierra screamed. This was the demon she were to summon. A pain spread through her as she fell to the ground. She thought of her friends as her life slipped away.

OOC: Its ok, I know what ya mean. Being in college, I have that whole prioritization thing too...

"No, just the terms of defection, and a report to your troops on the update." Kayla then looked away and behind her and got an uneasy feeling from the man behind her. He reminded her of the streets, and her previous life. "But I will need assureances that your soldiers won't attack the far left flank, or from you perspecitve far right flank, until both parties have fufilled there objectives. You makeing the report to your troops and myself informing my ... 'employer'."

Kayla then turned away and began to walk away ... when ...

Andrew stood behind Kayla, still shirtless, and caught her staring right at him. He was still shirtless, wearing the Adidas sandles, and BDU pants, giving him a rough look. But despite the scars, the tattoos, and the cuts, his eyes were soft, warm, and deep. He nodded, and stepped aside so she could walk away. He watched her walk off, then turned back to face Jernon.

He reached behind himself, grabbing the pistol, still in its holster, and handed it out to him. "Here, one of the guys from Unknown12 wanted me to give you this. Said you could use it." He didn't wait for Jernon to accept it before he started talking again. "Listen, I think I could get us some big help, if you can get me a radio or something like that. I know some people I can call, pull some strings, maybe get us some serious ass kicking tools."

Kayla stoped to over hear the conversation, about reinforcements and better equipment. She even began to laugh on the inside, Kayla decided to cut in, "My employer has several long range radios, and a satialite uplink, will that do?" Kayla than began to walk off again. Waiting to be stoped.

-DP-

Andrew heard Kayla's remark, and turned. "Wait, you got some of that stuff? I could use your help. Let me go grab my stuff, you can take me out to your unit!"

Kayla wanted to laugh at the man's enthusiasm, Kayla spun around to answer, "But he hasn't defected yet, Jernon still has to come to terms with me, his representative, and inform his troops of the event. And also, if you were to try and advance, even with me, they'd shoot you before they were in sight." She then peered over the man shoulder to Jernon, "That is if you don't kill me for being an enemy spy, and decide to discuss those terms." She then smiled and turned around.

"You assume they'd be able to hit me," Andrew said, his first cocky moment the entire time. He looked back at Jernon. "I'll be back at the camp if you need me, see if I can find a radio. Come get me if you find one, or you coem to terms with these guys."

OOC: Not much for my caracter to do. Unless theres an assination attempt or something for him to stop...or maybe they run into some enermy troops, ect. *wink,wink,nudge,nudge*

IC: Eldrad knew he time to get his revenge could be near, he began to follow.

OOC: Not much for any of us to do right now.

IC:

Andrew made it back to camp, collapsing against a wall near his tent. He wiped some sweat from his for head, it was too hot to fight a war. He pulled the Sig from its holster, playing with it for a few seconds, before holstering it. He sighed, and pulled an Mp3 player out, plugging the ear phones into his ears, and listening to the music as he watched the camp go about preparing for the next battle. He needed the radio, he could probably call in some serious help in the form of a flying 105mm howitzer, or two.

He watched the camp move, like busy ants, and pulled out his knife, using the tip to clean under his finger nails.

(OOC: Yep, not until Forthon gets back to me.)

Kayla than walked into Jernon's command tent and waited for him to enter.