[Taocow PBEM] Book 3 - Chapter V - The Debate
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Wed Nov 30 22:38:04 UTC 2011
>> The Baron does not look terribly happy about this. "Do you mean I
>> have to walk?" he asks miserably. "It's at least ten miles!"
> Osmar chuckles. "Think of it as an adventure, old bean. And think of
> how the peers will 'ooh' and 'aah' over your retellings of the tale."
> He looks over the wounded being loaded into his truck. "Besides, it
> looks like your passenger seat is safe."
>> Louissa shakes her head, but decides it's better not to insult local
>> The knights ignore the Baron and begin loading up the most wounded.
>>> Alex looks to see if anything is visible with night vision?
>> Whatever it is is a long ways up, perhaps 20,000 feet, but the heat
>> signature suggests a triangular shape, perhaps 60 or 70 feet long
>> with a wingspan somewhere around 50 feet. There's a slight ripple in
>> the heat signature and then she sees a clear flaring, possibly from
>> something rocket-powered, and it's heading their way very quickly.
> "We got a jet or something in the air."
> He doesnt know too many kingdoms in England that use jets so prepares
> to throw up an energy field in case he see's any tell tale signs of
> missiles. Keeping the energy field away from him and the group more
> of a detonation shield.
> The German man nods. "As I said. See you back in New Camelot, Baron."
> With that, Oz ducked back into the car and restarted the engine. He
> looked over at the man in the passenger seat. "You are the navigator.
> Tell me where we are going."
"Away from here," the man manages to say, though he's obviously in a
great deal of pain. "Nearest place with a doctor and a chemist."
> Justin lands easily, with about the degree of reaction of a normal
> human having jumped three feet. "The skycycles were definitely
> Kittani, I nailed one, and they both bugged out." He looks towards
> the sound of the jet rumble, using his armor's optics "Now though,
> I'm wondering whether they were running from me, or running for
> minimum safe distance. I'm not inclined to stick around to find out.
> I can carry a man or two if necessary, but I think we ought to move,
> right now."
> Alex states, "There is something wrong here. I feel danger." The red
> haired scout has her rifle ready in case of emergency
> Alex looks over where one of the men she shot is laying, feeling a
> little bit guilty
The commanding knight looks up. "Good lord!" he shouts. "I think we're
about to be bombed! Everyone that can carry one of the wounded, do it
now. Move move move!"
In moments everyone who can is hustling. One man looks at Justin and
says "If you can carry two, there's two over there." He points to two
men, one of which is the one that Alex had just been looking at.
There's a distant roaring sound, but it's getting closer. There's only
seconds, and as everyone scurries, a missile strikes Vesper's energy
shield. The shield [50 MD] absorbs most of the energy of the blast
[Damage: 130MD], but the concussive force is enough to send several
people, including Vesper himself flying [Missile Strike: 13], as well as
Louissa [Dodge: 7] and several others. No great harm is done [Damage:
4SDC] other than some bruising. Vesper's shield has saved several
lives, it seems.
Louissa, picking herself up and dusting herself, turns to Vesper. "I
thank you very much! A handy companion to have around."
The knights are now moving with great speed. The leader turns back to
the company. "The keep of New Bournemouth is about twelve miles north of
here. If we're lucky, we might make it. If you're coming, the time to do
so is now."
He walks over to Osmar's vehicle. "I'm assuming you know the way. We'll
be right behind you."
> Ted volunteers to stay behind and cover the group's escape. "I can
> follow the tire tracks and catch up with the rest of you later," he
> assures them.
> "Ted get on my bike, no need to be left behind, it will be cramped
> but right now thats better then leaving you here with all the
> Splugorth pawns running about."
> "How far do we have to go?"
> "Don't know, might not have the time to discuss it come on."
> "Right," the lizard man replies. He mounts the motorcycle behind
> Vesper and holds on tight.
OOC: I'm assuming everybody is in tow, so let's carry on... !
The entire company moves out, and probably in the nick of time, too.
About ten minutes into their journey, they here another large explosion
behind them, and then another. It sounds like the Splugorth are trying
to blow the whole forest down.
Much to Ted and Vesper's surprise, the little girl that has been tagging
along seems to walk at any easy pace, but is somehow keeping up with
them. She hums to herself, stopping every once in a while and laughing
over something; a branch or a leaf or an insect, and then just as
quickly catching up with Vesper's motorcycle.
Within another few minutes they find themselves at the eaves of the
forest, and looking out on a grassy plain. Twilight has disappeared from
the sky, and it is night now. The lay of the land here is of a shallow
narrow valley between two hills. There is the distant sound of vehicles,
and on what is likely a road can be seen a distant convoy moving north.
Above can be seen some sort of aircraft encircling the convoy.
It is a dangerous task moving northward. Neither Ozmar or Vesper find
themselves able to move very quickly due to the necessity of sticking to
the border of the woods. Still, the convoy the company is shadowing is
moving slowly, and soon enough as the hill is crested and the valley
left behind the convoy is out of view.
The commander, who has ordered radio silence, finally contacts New
Bournemouth and requests transportation. It seems timely, as the Baron
seems ready to die of a heart attack, his plump face red and sweaty.
In a few minutes a pair of hover vehicles arrive. With great efficiency
and few words the injured are transferred from Osmar's vehicle to one of
the hover vehicles. In short order everyone has a ride, and it is
timely. Even as the hovervehicles take off, the Splugorth army reaches
the crest of the hill and begins firing salvos.
In a few minutes the company has reached the walls of New Bournemouth.
It is a small town of perhaps eight hundred people, many of which, it
appears, are fleeing, leaving the army and the militia to try to defend it.
Above it, on a high hill, is the keep of New Bournemouth, an imposing
structure made at least in part of megadamage materials. The Baron
orders the company to the Keep, and within a minute or two they are
landing within its walls. For the moment, it seems, they are safe.
The Keep is a hive of activity, every hand, even the cook, has been
pressed into service mounting weapons or taking the wounded to the
medical facility. It's clear that they expect combat very soon.
Louissa looks very concerned, and turns to her companions. "I think this
is a 'frying pan into the fire' situation we have here."
The little girl, who has been kicking stones around and singing to
herself, looks up and then right at the southern wall of the Keep, and
almost as if she's looking through it. She begins to giggle in a sweet,
and yet somehow menacing, childish fashion.
"You have no idea, my Lady Louissa." she says, still chortling. "But I
am only here to help Ted Smythe. The rest of you, well..." she shrugs
noncommittally, "you're not my concern and dispensable. That poor fat
Baron, though. My goodness, but he's in for a surprise!"
She begins to laugh uncontrollably and falls to the ground, rolling
around with insane mirth.
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