Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-108.193.28.68-20150625203604/@comment-108.193.27.43-20150703033528

[Hello?... crap. The RP went into a coma. D:

...I SHALL GET DIS SHIZZ GOING AGAIN...somehow.... Hmmm... perhaps the EOS blitzkrieg shall have to come a smidge earlier...]

=10 Miles from the Undetermined-Territories/Mask Kingdom Border=


 * A number of tanks, truck-pulled artillery, and transport trucks are slowly gathering and growing in number. Infantry and other various troops live among "regiment-neighborhoods" of tents. The  occasional armored car diversifies the various armored divisions, and it would seem that a few planes have even set down in a makeshift areodrome made up of a flattened field. Meant for transport by the look of them--possibly even intended for use of paratrooper regiments. One tent might stand out in particular for both its size and its central position among the camped army. A small, dark-grey motorcycle with a sidecar noisily makes its way through the twisting pathways inbetween various vehicles, tents, and other various obstructions. Finally, the motorcylce stops in front of the forementioned tent. Its driver gets off and quickly walks around to the other side, proceeding to open a small cloth covering over the top of the sidecar. He reaches in with a gloved hand, grabs the sole object in need of delivery, and soon makes his way into the tent.

Within would happen to be a large table in the center with various maps of the area scattered about. A few steelmen to the side of the tent seem to be focused on a number of mobile radar screens hooked up to a few scanning devices outside. One other thing of note is to be noticed--a rather angry-looking steelman officer standing behind a makeshift table-desk and arguing over a long-distance radio with a phone-like audio reciever/input device connected to the main antenna box via a long black cord.*

-yes, yes, we are aware that they're technically rather backwards, but their main potential ally is not. I don't care if you think its unnecessary. We have a task given to us by the maker, and I'm not going to take any chances. Failure now could have disastrous consequences, so we are taking every precaution. Now, get your men off of their sorry a**es and get them prepped for flight!...


 * He notices the entering messenger.*

Hold on major... news from the Citadel.


 * He sets the "phone" down and takes the letter held out to him.*

Thank you.


 * The messenger gives a quick nod and hurries back out of the tent. The officer slides his peaked cap up slightly and opens it, soon removing and unfolding the message within. After scanning over the document, he sets it and its envelobe down on his "desk" and picks the "phone" up again.*

You still there?... good. Apparently we're going to need you sooner than expected, so double-time with getting those pilots of yours ready. Goodbye.


 * He sets the "phone" back in its cradle, only to take it off again and dial another number. After a few moments, the line finally picks up.*

Hello? Hello?... Yes, this is General Casmir speaking. No, sergeant, nothing's wrong. Get your men ready to move... we're setting out sooner than originally planned--orders from the higher-ups back home.