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[guardian wolf]

July 31st 4:00 hrs 3049
Mountain Pass
Path leading to Hope HPG Station

John grit his teeth as he climbed down the side face of the first ambush site. His hands expertly gripped the rocks for handholds, as he shifted his weight, readying for a leap to quickly cross the side of the rock. It was dangerous, but they didn't have time for him to safely cross, as they still had so much more to do. He quickly counted to three and leaped across the rock, catching another handhold two meters down. Seeing a load bearing point in the rock with a crack, John pulled his boot knife out, and ground out a small hole, just big enough for the explosives. He was about to reach back and grab the plastic explosive when his handhold slipped. Reacting quickly, he stabbed into the rock, his knife sinking into the rock and holding. John breathed a sigh of relief as he climbed back up to the spot, selecting his handhold a little more carefully this time. Finally, he got back to the spot, and got the plastic explosives into place. He then primed the detonators and climbed back to the top of the ridge. Dmitri held out a hand to help him to the top, and then hoisted him up onto the ground. They then radioed over to Wilson.


July 31st 4:20 hrs 3049
Bridge underside
Path leading to Hope HPG Station

Wilson wiped the sweat from his brow, and continued placing bits of explosives as he hung, quite literally, on a thread of rope. Placing his last bit of explosives and priming the detonator, he heard Connors call out from on top of the bridge.

"Hey, you done yet?"

"How many times you gonna ask that question?"

"As many as it takes to hurry your *** up. John finished up with the with the first ambush site, says we need to start helping the shinies lay the mines on the small path,"

"Yeah, well you tell John that I'm a little busy," Wilson called out

"What was that?" John retorted

Wilson cursed under his breath and finally began pulling himself back up the edge of the bridge. John stood there with his arms crossed, feigning anger at Wilson's remark. Wilson snapped a quick salute followed by flipping John the bird. John shook his head in amusement, and then spoke quickly.

"Now get over to the small goat path, and help them set up the rest of those mines. I'll head back and notify our new command of our situation,"

"Aye sir," Wilson replied

They then split up Wilson hoofing it over to the path where the Comstar security was setting up the minefield. He was sure he'd have to redo it all anyway, ******* greenhorns. John meanwhile hitched a ride back up to the station ready to give his report.

Edited by guardian wolf, 16 February 2013 - 02:07 PM.

[Oni Storm]

Note: please refrain from posting any times beyond 0650 hrs as there is more to come.

July 31st 0600 hrs
Smaller continent of Last Chance

The warning sirens sounded across the city of Hope and the area of Ryan's Retreat. In the farmlands and outback wilds it was played via a string of hovering helos mounted with external speakers. A short and simple message from the Magistrate herself. "My people today marks a brief lifting of the ban that has veiled us the past hours. It appears that we have a threat from outside our planet that is barring down upon us and means to take this planet and it's people by force and for their own dark desires. This can't be allowed to happen and we shall strive to prevail. I encourage any able body to...." [a momentary silence interrupts the broadcast before another woman's voice picks up the transmission.] "To the peoples of Hope and the outlying areas, we simply say this, stay safe. We, the armed forces of Hope shall do our all to protect you. Should we fail it is up to you to look out for yourselves and accept your new sovereigns with open arms and open minds. Your survival is what is important here, not the wanton desires of a power hungry government. The armed forces of militia and the Magistrate's forces are hereby to report to Hope at once to either the Imperial Estate, Spaceport, or HPG Relay station. Forces of Ryan's retreat you will be contacted a briefed directly. That is all." and with that the transmissions ended, leaving many bewildered as to just what was going on and what to do?


July 31st 0601 - 0603 hrs
HPG Relay Central Ops

Chief Jericho stuck the woman down quickly as she began "to call upon the citizens to rise up and resist no matter what." While she didn't know for sure that was her intention she thought it was still safer to hedge her bets. She quickly picked up the mic and finished the speech as eloquently as someone with her training could. Turning to Winter she looked at him deeply with a slight scowl upon her face. "Well that could have gone better." She crossed to the monitors behind him "where do we stand now on preparations? Have we got hold of any of the field commanders or do we even know where the Magistrates forces are at this point?"

Winter's cold gray eyes looked up from the downed woman's limp body, showing signs of the straining of the last few hours. "Well. We've managed to reach one of the hover commanders via the helos, luckily he was already heading to Hope at flank speed. He's been ordered to regroup and head for their housing at the spaceport. The Precentor is currently in route to the Retreat with our tech boys and should be touching down any second, they should have the relay setup in the nick of time. The estate is empty save for Cook and the magistrate's men, who are still trying to reach this Wizard guy. Aside from that I believe those marines are just about done with their workings and the base is on lockdown till the Precentor authorizes otherwise. So. Guess we're in for a pound more than a penny, ah ma'am?"


July 31st 0630 3049
Ryan's Retreat, Ops Room for "Prescott's Perpetrators"

As the old robed one exited the room and began walking the halls towards the palace, an ox of a man called those gathered outside to take their seats. His usually dirty red beard had been neatly trimmed and his face washed for the first time any of them could remember.

"Ok listen up!!! Here's the low down. At 0300 this morning an unknown force contacted the Commo Crazies up at the HPG thingy. Their intent is to take the city and our home here. I don't know about the rest of you lot, but frankly I like my digs and ain't about to give them up to noone!! Fact is we don't know what they are bringing yet, but I've been promised it'll be shiny and new. So we live through this you'll all be rich men or at least have one hell of a ride to pass down to your little bastords ah? Anyway the plan is we are going to head out and setup in the mountains north of ere and let em come to us. Apparently the 'Mech boyos will be marching from the castle road to lure the invaders towards them and we're supposed to hit em while they're backs are turned to us. sounds simple enough but we all know how well those plans work in reality, don't we? "Bam" and her 'Mechs will provide escort and cover till we're in place. We move out in fifty. Any questions?"

Edited by Oni Storm, 15 February 2013 - 08:42 PM.