May 04 21:37:07 106 PA
From Chronicles
The current game time is: Wed May 04 21:37:07 106 PA.
Fire, the thing that cooks food, or at least, heats water. Some sort of dried soup mix is being heated in a pot on the outdoor fire, Sindri near by, sitting on a rock, rifle resting across his lap and his paws holding a copy of the bible. The clearing is bright, happy, but Sindri's ears swivel constantly, this is Dino country, or worse yet, dead country. Perhaps this is why the Dogboy pioneer is currently engaged in reading the bible, the occasional chant of latin leaving his muzzle. Does he exactly understand the Latin? No, he just knows you say it. Then he stands, letting the bible slide into his pocket as he goes to remove the soup from heat, looking at it and stirring it with a knife before he tastes a chunk of the meat. Ahh, it is good to be free.
There will be a tickle on the edge of Sindri's senses. A familiar thing, that sense beyond sight, beyond heating and smell. The tickle felt when something paranormal draws near. Easily detected in this instance as it comes in just on the outer range of that sense. There is the vague sense that it draws nearer, already not too far off, as it can be sensed.
Sindri's senses give him enough time to close the firebox, to let the fire burn it self out, and to move his body towards his Cabin, pot in hand, rifle in the other. A boot roughly pushes the door open and he goes inside, using his shoulder to close it. Some where the pot is settled down, and locks engaged, and the bar thrown before he makes his way to the roof with his rifle. Now he watches, ready to throw on the lights of the clearing if it'll help, but for now he watches. Perhaps it isn't some animal, maybe a lost traveller. No, fuck, he knows he's lying to him self. Travellers wouldn't come out here alone near dark unless they were being chased. So his rifle is raised to his shoulder, and he keeps watching, staring through the IR Scope at edge of his little paradise.
The visitor will be clear enough as not more than a minute or two after Sindri gets his place on lockdown, a figure emerges into the clearing near to the opposite side. It pauses just at the edge of the foliage, a humanoid figure wrapped in blue robes, the cowl helping to shade their features from casual view. The head turns in a slow survey of the environs before a hand lifts. The long sleeve of the robe is flicked back to reveal a swarthy, human hand that moves in a casual pass of motion. A soft surge of magical energy can be felt before the head turns to look directly at the cabin. The hands fold back together within the long sleeves before a voice calls out, "Come out now, we have matters to discuss."
Sindri's binoculars are lowered. A pity, he was hoping it would be a critter, but his body moves to kneel, and his rifle is raised, pointed at the visitor's chest. "I don't know you, nor do I enjoy your kind. I can feel you crawling through the air a mile off." He says from the roof, weapon toggled into burst setting, it may drain the Eclip faster, but it tends to splatter things nicely.
"I had no doubt you would sense me coming," The robed one states. "An interesting side effect of your creation.. you and your ilk. Fascinating. Perhaps a topic for study once this strife is done and over." There is a pause, then a chuckle. "Oh, but I am not here to ramble on at you. Tell me now, you have no love for 'my kind', but I am more interested on your views of the Coalition. Pray tell, what do you think of your erstwhile masters?"
Sindri's fingers move to activate the laser targetting system, just to let the man know he means business. "I don't truly care about the Coalition, nor you either. So here's your second chance to get out of my sight, or you become slag." He says, not the most friendly of people, but then again, he also lived alone in the woods, and was constantly in danger of being attacked by well, any thing. His body only shifts slightly, the hardened MDC panels on his legs digging into the roof more.
The hooded man shakes his head slightly. "Truly now, do you think I am so foolish as to come unprotected. Even should you open fire with your little weapon, I shall be safe enough for the moment," he replies. "You're remarkably short sighted, my friend. "You might care little for them, but the place you have chosen to settle is beneath their very noses. Consider the greater events that occur around you. They battle Tolkeen now. A clash of mighty titans, yet the outcome is not decided. Consider if they succeed. What will stop them from turning their eyes here, to Kingsdale. Further north to Lazlo. And west, south to the Pecos Empire and finally the untamed west. I offer that you should very much care. One can run, surely, but for how long before the great beast leaves you nowhere left to hide?"
Sindri's finger moves to the trigger, chance number two. "Tell me if you can survive a sustained barrage of weapons fire at these ranges. I'm already dead, what do I care about any thing?" He snaps, time for the man's last chance. "Chance three to leave, then I open fire. With you at least for a while, would die any one knowing I'm here..and even the Coalition won't cross into Russia for some time, so I can always flee to Russia!" he says.
"Petty threats," the robed figure states as he steps forward, obviously unafraid of the threat. Though only about five feet as he speaks, before he pauses again, hands folded before him. "I have been to Russia. You will find it a far worse place than this pleasant little clearing," he opines, glancing about casually. "Besides, do you not tire of running? Could you honestly tell me you prefer to be the hunted, rather than the hunter? A being without true home or roots, ever poised to again flee and leave behind anything you might create with your own two hands?"
Sindri's throat begins to growl, he doesn't like it when people use balantant truth on him. "I am not running this time, do you think I will survive another decade? Dogboys are not known for surviving, our mutations are short lived. I do not enjoy any singular place on this world, but what is it to you?" He snaps. "The only roots I have are in the ground you stand upon. A wolf from the wild was the genetic basis for me, and thus some day, again shall I return to it!" He howls in anger.
The man steps forward again, slowly and without haste. "I seek wolves. More in the metaphoric sense than the literal, but I am not blind to the irony of this moment." The lips, more visible than the rest of his face, curve into a casual smile. "How long you will live I know not, but I offer you a chance to be the hunter. To strike back against that great beast, now that it is distracted. Vulnerable. Could you honestly tell me that this does not interest you in the least?"
Sindri's lips keep up that growl, not only was it getting closer, but he was talking about attacking the coalition. "I've considered the effort, the nature of the Coalition dictates rapid response times by power armor, or at least, advanced aerial transports. Any attempt to strike against the coalition would require intense planning and thoroughly knowledge of their operations.." He says.
The man nods his hooded head. "I am a man with plans. And the credits to back them up," he states simply. "All I require are properly motivated individuals to put those plans into effect." He lifts a hand, casually motioning back towards the city. "Some I have already, yet why should one be content with a single step when there is so much to do? The bulk of the great beast offers many places where a motivated wolf pack can draw blood. Not the decisive strikes of war, but more discreet, surgical cuts to weaken the strong to be thus ended by the strong. Do you understand?"
Sindri's laughter is cold, dark, it isn't one born out of a zest for revenge. "I call spoils of the conflict, I wish to secure the standard pattern Deadboy armor as you'd call it. I also require to secure further supplies of EClips. I will not stick around for the operation if your other operators get SAMAS or other high speed response forces called in. They can die, I will not die in that manner. Further more, I will not protect them from their own foolish mistakes, if one is revealed, I expect him to die alone, and not to reveal the team, or I will take the kill shot my self. That aside, what are you paying us for this job?" He asks.
"You overstep yourself," the man states coolly. "Besides, if an operation fouls, it would be due to your own misstep. I intend for you to gather and lead your wolf pack, for who am I to decide such things? A backer, a planner, but not a warrior per se." His head dips slightly and he states, "Come out now, let us talk business like civilized individuals. Including means of compensation."
Sindri snarls faintly, but he did need to resupply his military equipment, so soon after, he can be heard coming off the roof, unlocking his door, and coming out, thoug his rifle is in hand. "I thought you already had Operators in Kingsdale, whom am I supposed to locate?" He asks, pointedly.
The man lifts his hands, casually drawing his hood down. A little tall for a human, swarthy in complexion and short of hair. A bit handsome, though not so much so. "I have a wolf pack that plans, yes. But I wish another. All things considered, you are a fitting candidate to take the fore in that," he replies. "My name is Norwick and, if my ears have not betrayed me, you go by the name Sindri, yes?" His hands fold back together once more, covered over by his sleeves.
Sindri's hands remain on his rifle. "I don't know enough people to put together a Wolf Pack, much less have the appropriate command of people to effectively lead one, but I've heard your name. You are the crazy who wants to attack a Coalition forward operations base..or some thing to that effect." He says with a mutter.
"Now now, you know how rumors go. One can rarely believe even half of what is said," Norwick replies casually, turning to look back towards the trees he emerged from. "My plans for you, in this moment, are simple. A small strike. A flesh wound to properly blood those you might gather. Consider it an opportunity and an impetus to gain a greater awareness of those around you. Speak to them, gauge them, pick from amongst them those who you believe useful." He turns his head slightly to the side. "There is, in truth, no great hurry. Few doubt that the war that now wages will end soon. And so long as it lasts, ripe targets will be present."
Sindri's golden eyes blink a few times. "Why not give me the team you already assembled? Test their mettle on a Coalition patrol, which will also give us valuable intel and the like on your true objective.." He didn't mention it would also give him a chance to see if any new equipment has entered Coalition service.
"Because they are under the charge of another," Norwick states. "And it would hardly be fair to remove from him the responsibility I have placed. And, as I said, I wish more than one pack. One is formed. Planning. They have their target. Now is the time to see if there are others with the will to strike." A casual smile comes to him as he lifts his eyes, considering the sky. "Right now, I look for an alpha with the will and determination to lead. He was one such. Raw.. untested, but I think he shall mature well when the flame is applied." Norwick turns then to face Sindri. "The task I present you with is the same as I gave him. Gather a pack. Proper intelligence will be provided, that is mine to do. Gathering the manpower to use it would fall to you."
Sindri's lips still haven't looked happy even once. "I need the intelligence to gather the proper Operators. Then I need to know the pay to be offered." He says, of course, there is only so many who would go against the Coalition willingly, and Sindri has two in mind. Norwick arches a brow slightly. "The intelligence of what you will do first will be of little use when it comes to what you will do after," Norwick replies. "Recruit with versatility in mind. My intent is to do many things in time, thus it would behoove you to be prepared for that. As to compensation, this first strike will be simple.. straightforward. Each who participates shall be rewarded with twenty thousand credits on top of a return of resources expended during the battle. Armor repair, ammunition restoration, all of it." Idle message from Tiamat: I am currently AFK. I have been away from the keyboard for 21M 39S. Please drop me an @mail if you won't be around long enough for me to get back with you. Thanks.
Sindri's eyes narrow faintly when the man seems to be unwilling to give up intel. "I only know of two people I will work with. One of them is also former Coalition. We will lay claim to any salvagable equipment left on the battlefield, I will tell them you wish to pay us 20,000 credits to wage war against the Coalition."
"We will discuss such matters. Some things you will be allowed to, if you have the means to remove them from the scene. Others you will not," Norwick states. "Gather three to yourself. Once you have done this, we shall speak in greater detail and the pertinent information that pertains to your first target will be given." The man nods his head once, turning away as his hands lift to draw his hood back up over his head.
Sindri watches the man begin to move off. "I'll have them ready with in a day." He says, already contemplating how to convince Kesslan this was a good idea.
"Take your time," Norwick states as he starts to walk back the way he came. "There is no rush, but if you do happen to gather a proper back sooner rather than later, so much the better. Enjoy your meal." And he will slip into the trees. A tingle on the edge of Sindri's senses only a few moments more before, with a soft surge of magical power, the sense of him vanishes entirely. Out of range that fast?
