Soban
Convention Veteran
- RP Date
- YE-41
- RP Location
- Dansu, Essia
Essia
Jungle Surrounding Dansu
YE-41
Dansu was a large enough city, the architecture reflecting the duality that was Essia. Large modern buildings stood tall, next to a dirt street with buildings that were made from wood and thatch. A line of Kuvexian APCs rolled down the road, heading into the deep jungle that surrounded the city. Once again searching for the elusive rebels that plagued the Kuvexians.
The convoy of APCs wound their way along the dirt road through the Jungle, passing small villages of Separa'Shan who looked untouched by the decade that they had belonged to Yamatai or the year they had been 'allied' with Kuvexia. However, as he looked out at the Separa'Shan who parted before him, Stabaron Isarn Iskaru felt a great deal of empathy for the Separa'Shan. It wasn't their fault that the war had come to them.
After they left one of the many small villages behind, a older Separa'Shan stood in the road. He was dressed in the gold and red of one of the local spiritual leaders. In his hand he carried a long staff decorated with images of the gods that the Separa'Shan worshiped and wrapped along the top, a golden image of their chief God, Nagashun.
Isarn sighed, he didn't want to shoot the old priest. That never went well, the rebellion would inevitably strike back hard and working with the locals would become even more difficult then it already was. The Separa'Shan resented the Kuvexians, you could see it in their eyes even if they did what you said. Despite that, he had become friends with one of the local priests, and he had learned a lot about their culture and religion.
He signaled for the line of APCs to stop and dismounted the lead APC. He walked to the old Priest. "We need to go down this road. Can you please move out of the way?" He asked politely.
The old priest looked at him carefully, looking not just at him, but at his soul. "Tell me Issarn, do you care for thosse you lead?"
Isarn was off put by being referenced by his name. He had never met this priest before. "I do, but how do you know my name?" He asked, confused for a moment, he supposed that perhaps his name had been given to the Priest by someone who knew him, likely the priest he talked with. "Did Xian give it to you?"
The old Separa'Shan shook his head, "No, I don't know anyone named Xian. I was told in a dream about you. Nagashun showed your face to me and told me the messssage I musst tell you."
Isarn sighed, he wasn't going to get any answers out of the Separa'Shan. "Fine, what's the message?"
The priest used a stick to draw a line across the road between himself and Isarn. "Thiss iss sso that you may know that Nagashun hass power. There are three chancess for you to ssurvive the sstorm that is coming. The first ssign is here. This line in the ssand, do not cross this line in the ssand. If you do not, then you and your men will return home to your wives alive and unharmed. If you ignore this ssign, then none of your men will return unharmed and some of them will die here although you will esscape untouched. For the ssake of your men, do not crossss this line. The ssecond ssign is a black hawk in the ssky, when you see it, do not accept the offer you are given. If you do not accept the offer, then you alone will return to your wivess alive and unharmed. For the sake of your family, reject the offer. If you accept the offer, then you will no longer be able to return home. If you have rejected the first two ssignss, then know that the third ssign is a fire from the ssky consuming everything around it. When this ssign is sshown, if you ignore it then you will die. However, if you turn and repent from your actionss then you will live. For your own ssake, repent."
Isarn listened to the old man, "Is that all? Are you going to get out of our way now?" He asked.
The old priest nodded, and moved to the side of the road where a barrel of water stood. Isarn got into the lead APC and ordered it forward. The old priest began chanting something Isarn recognized as a funeral song and tossing cups of holy water at the APCs as they passed. "Don't shoot shoot the priest. It's just water and meaningless chanting." He told them.
As they continued to wind through the jungle, he watched everywhere. He was normally watchful on these patrols, but something about what the old man had said unnerved him. Then as they slowed to round a tight bend in the track, everything seemed to happen at once. A missile flew from the jungle and hit the lead vehicle. The next few moments were fire, shooting, and screaming. Separa'shan in powered armor, both Mindy variants and a Revenant variant which was a bit more common, attacked. One held a giant flaming aether sword that sliced through APC armor like a knife through butter. There was also a large bear looking creature, huge and dark brown with a heavy machine gun that raked fire across the line of APCs.
With the chaos, Isarn remembered entirely too much about the Kodian. The Kodian was a Star Army Lieutenant, Kiirian Loor. He had been left behind when Yamatai left the planet. He and his group of Nekovalkeries, Loor's Lancers, had been a pain in the side of the Kuvexians for months. He was considered to be a high value target.
"Kill the Kodian!" He shouted to the ragged line that was starting to respond and fight back against the mixed forces of what must have been a couple of hundred Separa'Shan, mostly out of armor with guns. The armored suits were rare enough that they only used them in the opening moments of the attack.
Isarn shot at where Kiirian had been only moments before. He ran forward, trying to catch the Kodian, but the hulking mass of the Kodian was nowhere to be seen. As he turned around he realized that the fight was over. He took a look at the status of his men. Everyone except for him was wounded, roughly ten percent were dead. They were in no state to chase the rebels and far as he could tell, they had taken no damage. He swore and ordered them to return to the city.
Jungle Surrounding Dansu
YE-41
Dansu was a large enough city, the architecture reflecting the duality that was Essia. Large modern buildings stood tall, next to a dirt street with buildings that were made from wood and thatch. A line of Kuvexian APCs rolled down the road, heading into the deep jungle that surrounded the city. Once again searching for the elusive rebels that plagued the Kuvexians.
The convoy of APCs wound their way along the dirt road through the Jungle, passing small villages of Separa'Shan who looked untouched by the decade that they had belonged to Yamatai or the year they had been 'allied' with Kuvexia. However, as he looked out at the Separa'Shan who parted before him, Stabaron Isarn Iskaru felt a great deal of empathy for the Separa'Shan. It wasn't their fault that the war had come to them.
After they left one of the many small villages behind, a older Separa'Shan stood in the road. He was dressed in the gold and red of one of the local spiritual leaders. In his hand he carried a long staff decorated with images of the gods that the Separa'Shan worshiped and wrapped along the top, a golden image of their chief God, Nagashun.
Isarn sighed, he didn't want to shoot the old priest. That never went well, the rebellion would inevitably strike back hard and working with the locals would become even more difficult then it already was. The Separa'Shan resented the Kuvexians, you could see it in their eyes even if they did what you said. Despite that, he had become friends with one of the local priests, and he had learned a lot about their culture and religion.
He signaled for the line of APCs to stop and dismounted the lead APC. He walked to the old Priest. "We need to go down this road. Can you please move out of the way?" He asked politely.
The old priest looked at him carefully, looking not just at him, but at his soul. "Tell me Issarn, do you care for thosse you lead?"
Isarn was off put by being referenced by his name. He had never met this priest before. "I do, but how do you know my name?" He asked, confused for a moment, he supposed that perhaps his name had been given to the Priest by someone who knew him, likely the priest he talked with. "Did Xian give it to you?"
The old Separa'Shan shook his head, "No, I don't know anyone named Xian. I was told in a dream about you. Nagashun showed your face to me and told me the messssage I musst tell you."
Isarn sighed, he wasn't going to get any answers out of the Separa'Shan. "Fine, what's the message?"
The priest used a stick to draw a line across the road between himself and Isarn. "Thiss iss sso that you may know that Nagashun hass power. There are three chancess for you to ssurvive the sstorm that is coming. The first ssign is here. This line in the ssand, do not cross this line in the ssand. If you do not, then you and your men will return home to your wives alive and unharmed. If you ignore this ssign, then none of your men will return unharmed and some of them will die here although you will esscape untouched. For the ssake of your men, do not crossss this line. The ssecond ssign is a black hawk in the ssky, when you see it, do not accept the offer you are given. If you do not accept the offer, then you alone will return to your wivess alive and unharmed. For the sake of your family, reject the offer. If you accept the offer, then you will no longer be able to return home. If you have rejected the first two ssignss, then know that the third ssign is a fire from the ssky consuming everything around it. When this ssign is sshown, if you ignore it then you will die. However, if you turn and repent from your actionss then you will live. For your own ssake, repent."
Isarn listened to the old man, "Is that all? Are you going to get out of our way now?" He asked.
The old priest nodded, and moved to the side of the road where a barrel of water stood. Isarn got into the lead APC and ordered it forward. The old priest began chanting something Isarn recognized as a funeral song and tossing cups of holy water at the APCs as they passed. "Don't shoot shoot the priest. It's just water and meaningless chanting." He told them.
As they continued to wind through the jungle, he watched everywhere. He was normally watchful on these patrols, but something about what the old man had said unnerved him. Then as they slowed to round a tight bend in the track, everything seemed to happen at once. A missile flew from the jungle and hit the lead vehicle. The next few moments were fire, shooting, and screaming. Separa'shan in powered armor, both Mindy variants and a Revenant variant which was a bit more common, attacked. One held a giant flaming aether sword that sliced through APC armor like a knife through butter. There was also a large bear looking creature, huge and dark brown with a heavy machine gun that raked fire across the line of APCs.
With the chaos, Isarn remembered entirely too much about the Kodian. The Kodian was a Star Army Lieutenant, Kiirian Loor. He had been left behind when Yamatai left the planet. He and his group of Nekovalkeries, Loor's Lancers, had been a pain in the side of the Kuvexians for months. He was considered to be a high value target.
"Kill the Kodian!" He shouted to the ragged line that was starting to respond and fight back against the mixed forces of what must have been a couple of hundred Separa'Shan, mostly out of armor with guns. The armored suits were rare enough that they only used them in the opening moments of the attack.
Isarn shot at where Kiirian had been only moments before. He ran forward, trying to catch the Kodian, but the hulking mass of the Kodian was nowhere to be seen. As he turned around he realized that the fight was over. He took a look at the status of his men. Everyone except for him was wounded, roughly ten percent were dead. They were in no state to chase the rebels and far as he could tell, they had taken no damage. He swore and ordered them to return to the city.
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