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Post by Albel Nox on Sept 3, 2011 15:47:39 GMT -5
POST BY ALBEL NOX !!!
THE WEAK AREN'T WORTH MY WHILE LET ME SEE YOU SQURIM. YOU'VE GIVEN IN TO - RECKLESS DARK DESIRES
Sir! We have just received intelligence that an unusually powerful enemy has been sighted!
That was why Albel was out here. It hadn't been too long since the destruction of Draklor Laboratories and Albel still wasn't 100% himself. But even so, to the battlefield he took. Besides, how could he not want to meet this 'unusually powerful enemy'? Albel just had a sinking feeling he knew exactly who it was. It better be him.
Albel was itching for a fight since that day. He wanted to know if, without his little female companion, would be be a worthy opponent? There were no doubts that Auric was powerful - he just wanted to match his strength. Bah. Too many maggots. He thought. He had disliked the war, but right now, it was turning out almost perfectly.
How cruel was that to think that? He was called Albel the Wicked for a reason. His blade was out, running through enemies with quick attacks, not even the slightest at slowing down. Finally, a break through the lines, and where the intelligence had spotted this powerful opponent. Now...where could he be? Albel let out a smirk as he waited.
D I S C O N N E C T
& SELF DESTRUCT
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Post by Auric on Sept 5, 2011 1:42:21 GMT -5
Bring on the Cavalry
Part 2
Heh. I didn't expect it to be so soon, really... but when Cid says he has a job and is willing to pay? Well, I figure... why not, right? This war's going to get a lot of people killed anyway so the way I figured it, if I'm taking part of it I can do some damage control. Fools rush in and all that. Besides... Faye was certainly eager enough. And I'll be truthful... as much as I wanted to stay out of the war, putting on my old identity as Auric Silas? Well, some false truths need to be maintained, right? I'll admit... I did want to wear the uniform more; back in my days as an officer in the Guardian Corps? I was Captain for about a week before I took my papers and walked.
He knew who it was the moment he read the report. Admittedly, he didn't know enough about Judge Magister Nirankar or Adonis beyond that they didn't seem to fit in like they should have in Archades. Conscripts, perhaps... their real names were revealed to him not shortly after but it hardly mattered. He had the same air about him that the other person on their side held about herself.... Maria Traydor, was it? It didn't matter at all right now. The push on the battlefield had been difficult enough; the Archadian troops didn't give their positions well despite the technological superiority. Setting up palings was their most clever tactic; forcing the Cocoonians to close the gap so that they could either come aboard or force the fight on land without the superior air support to bring up the ranks. Even so, the ability to rapidly redeploy was ever Cocoon's strength. It was what kept the Archadians off-balance.
Naturally, no one was that stupid. The Archadians learned their lesson and took to expecting it... covering their forces well in ambush, luring Cocoon to come rain troops down upon them only for more men to come pouring out and cut them down in renewed assault. In particular, this new stratagem was something he'd only recently readapted the other field commanders to. Auric and a small attachment of the Cavalry's finest had cleared the mountainous areas that the main battle line would soon be crossing. He knew eventually that conflict would cross through this pass... and to help push it through, PSICOM in its doctrine would again drop down shock troopers to scatter the Archadians... and the Archadians in hiding would sweep out and push them back.
But... what if that reinforcement never came? What if, instead of a rescue... a twice-fold ambush were to occur? Break the backs of the Archadian battle line and secure the Barren Wastes; Cocoon's victory would be that much more secure and his bank account that much fatter. That was the plan, in any case... there was the small chance of Amalia's resistance entering the fray but he didn't count on it -- this day would decide much and Auric wouldn't have minded some fine company in the resistance leader.
"Hmm. Looks like their finally pushing through." he observed, looking through the zoomed optics of his helmet. "And look who's leading them." he thought to himself, shaking his head. He tapped the comm in his helmet as he brought the officer leading the front on the line. "Alright. Stick to the plan. Lieutenant Arona, you're losing this battle, I want you to pull your men back slowly, when you're about to be overrun send in your reinforcements." he commanded, surveying the battle field for other points of interest. "Understood. All PSICOM forces under my command, begin tactical withdrawl! Shock troopers, deploy to cover our retreat before that Judge Magister runs us through!"
Auric observed the battle below as he spotted the Cocoon transports coming closer. They breached the paling as the doors opened, he knew more men would come pouring out to help scatter the enemy troops... "Looks like they're not showing up, Captain." said one of the Sergeants at his side. He was referring, of course... to the slight possibility of their extra reinforcements. "Well, I imagine they're just being fashionably late. Or maybe they're waiting for us... ah, well... looks like we're up..." he grinned as he shook his head, doing a final gear-check before he entered the fray... before he spotted a few of his men ready to do the same. "Uh-uh. I need all of you up here... use the height as cover. On my mark, I want you to rain grenades and gunfire. Keep the small ones off my back. See you on the ground once they've rout." he finished, patting down the Grav-Con Unit attached to his armor.
With a click of his fingers, electricity flowed through his frame...
The fighting below was intense. PSICOM veterans led the drop and yet despite the factor of surprise they were being fought to a stale-mate which would no doubt be pushed in the enemy's favor the way their leader kept going at it. A small cluster of Archadian gunners and Magus moved to the front to push back the Cocoon line, their leader right in front of them, cutting down another fool soul thinking to take the big prize. That was when the first explosions occurred; loud and full of flames, heads turned away from the battle only to see the rear of the Archadians being torn apart -- shredded from the rain of bullets and grenades above. But as the small group quickly realized... the danger was far more immediate as Captain Silas fell upon them.
They were scattered and blown apart, the gravity bomb doing what it did best as it slowed his descent. The Captain of the cavalry was on one knee, one hand against the ground as he pulled his weapon from its sheathe, the gunblade changing form at its draw, a silent challenge towards the Judge Magister.
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Post by Yuffie Kisaragi on Sept 5, 2011 10:27:15 GMT -5
each breath screaming, we're all too young to die-
She sat on the small cliff that hung above the battle. Her body wrapped in a thick traveling cloak, which was dyed in the colors of Esthar. The colors of the neutral nation was a greater shield then any one made of metal on this battle field. It protected her from the being out right attacked, but that also prevented Amalia herself from attacking. If she assaulted either side then they would believe that Esthar was their enemy. As much as the Resistance Leader despised the Empire of Archades, she could not force a neutral nation into such a predicament.
And she couldn't force herself into it. Her plan was to cast aside the neon blue cloak, and charge at the leader of the Archadian forces. Yet her body felt paralyzed. All she could do was watch the Judge Magister Nirankar leader his forces into he retreating body of the Cocoon cavalry. Only for the Cocoon to counter with some kind of Gravity Bomb, and a challenge from one of the leaders to another. I could help either side win. The thought came to her as some what of a shock. Why would she want to help Archades? They were a bunch of Imperial bastards that enslaved the people of her home. But she was still torn between the two, so she simply sat on top of the cliff. A mere spectator.
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Post by Ad'hora ne Ono on Sept 8, 2011 19:45:29 GMT -5
Enjoyment was not the correct word. Possibly a perverse sense of twisted glee at the sheer efficiency at which humans destroyed their enemies, regardless of pretext, but by no means did Ad'hora enjoy spectating the heated battle between the two nations on barren soil.
He must look much like a carrion-bird from the ground, high enough in the air that the quote "magnificent" wings extending from his back seemed black and menacing instead of a vivid sort of copper. In fact, he was serving a much similar purpose - though instead of scouting for the decaying and rotten bodies decorating the battlefield run red with lifeblood, here and there broken up by the flash discharge of a firearm or magicks, and the telltale discoloration of the air that signified a paling solidifying (interesting tactics those Archadians employed, utilizing their technology to the last to subvert Cocoon's natural advantage), he was instead hunting for the telltale surge of color that signified a powerful Soul exerting their dominance.
Two sparks near each other caught his attention, a brief flicker of blood-red and a more sustained glow of a light green, tinted with yellow. Ad'hora banked to the left, the updraft over this stretch of cliffs being enough to sustain his flight without effort on his part - then suddenly closed the appendages flush to his back, dropping into a steep dive almost straight down.
With tens of yards to spare, the brown wings snapped to their full span, significantly slowing his descent enough that, with the minute adjustment of the feathers at the tips, the dive quickly evened out into merely a glide above the top of the fissure.
His left foot landed first on the ledge outcropping that possessed another, cloaked figure, then followed by his right as gravity reclaimed his form. Wordlessly he approached the edge three or four yards from the previous occupant, spectating the encounter himself with an air of interest.
It would not do for each to destroy the other, of course. But which of them to aid, if only for his own benefit...?
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Post by aya on Sept 18, 2011 21:22:45 GMT -5
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The Wings Of Freedom Sings
A small statured figure would linger silently beside Amalia’s side lingering, his very presence gave off the feel of a shadow cast by the setting sun, so small yet he gave off such an imposing and almost lethal radiation of energy. The soft smile that was slightly visible underneath the wild mass of sable locks of hair which were spiraling wildly around Miumi as the wind on the cliff would bite into both him and Amalia but due to his lack of suitable clothing he could truly feel the sharp sting. A small petite hand which was as pale as porecalin and just as fine would gingerly raise from his sides and run itself through the flickering strands of hair pushing them back revealing his eyes which were a haunting blue; so close to the color white one might mistake him for a blind child, but there were bright vibrate pulsating splotches of color in the essences of the sea.
He would stand tall despite his younger personality waiting a command from his leader; Amalia, whom lead the resistance of Rabanastre and whom he had sworn to protect. He would adjust his shirt ever so slightly it was a taunt leather like material that allowed the full range of motion and was designed to his specific requirements the front unzipped slightly revealing his navel and the sleeves were mere straps that slid almost suggestively along his arms. A skirt that was rather skimpy but made of a very flexible material clung to his hips held in place by a variety of decorative belts. The skirt would flow up slightly revealing taunt tights and the edges of the thin straps that connected to the soles of his platformed sandals which were a deep lacquered black.
“Do what you feel is right… Amalia… I will follow you as long as it what you believe is right.”
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Miumi watched just as below the blood shed would truly occur as young cocoonian soliders were being slaughtered but something in Miumi would snap as he would walk closer and closer to the edge of the cliff before Miumi’s body would reach the edge the rocks crumbled and gave slight way beneath his feet before he would lean forward pivoting as he did so he would blow Amalia a kiss before he fell backwards towards th ground below as he fell his hands would close inwards over his heart before he would reach back for his scythe chanting quickly suddenly a burst of energy flew from his body and water lfew around him in a wild fashion as he casted a spell upon himself as he came into contact with the ground he would knock both Archadion Youth and Cocoon Solider’s back a couple feet and he would draw his blade….
“ I ask you to stand down for sake of preventing further casualites… failure to agree will result in crippling…”
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