[b][i]Under Siege... Or Maybe Not[/i][/b] [b]1/2 Mile Outside the Dojo Gates[/b] [i]A force had been massing to move on the Dojo for some time, creeping forwards through the undergrowth and brush to their forwards positions. Trenches had been dug, machine gun nests had been established, and the Stryker APCs that they had were camouflaged with branches and debris as they moved up. Scout snipers pushed the front, relaying information back to the troops that followed them, who were in turn followed by the mechanical infantry. Their force numbered near one hundred thousand, all under the command of a single [url=https://cdnb3.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/408/883/large/robbie-mcsweeney-futuristic-sci-fi-soldier-dude-by-robbiemcsweeney-d8568eo.jpg?1421334354]man[/url], who rode atop one of the Strikers. His armor did not bear the insignia of the blood-red cobra, rather, it bore a Prussian Eagle, its white contrasting with his sleek black and grey armor. In his hands, a heavily modified G36K, at his hips, a USP .45 and a large survival blade, and grenades hung from his bandolier. His orders were clear. This was to be a blitzkrieg. Turning his comms on, he ordered the gun trucks and technicals to begin the assault. It was time.[/i] [b]Wilson's Vertibird, Dojo Courtyard[/b] [i]Wolfe appeared before the table where Wilson normally stocked his weapons, and spoke with a tone of urgency.[/i] Wilson, we've got a problem. Get your radio on, Clarkson's been trying to contact you. Alright, alright, yeesh. [i]The Courier said, waving a hand dismissively. Turning on his helmet's integrated communications unit, he tuned into Crow's frequency, after inputting the passcode in to access it. Clarkson spoke in a more militant tone than Wilson had ever heard.[/i] Good, you're on. Atlas is making a move for the Dojo. I'm not quite sure what exactly he's doing but it's most certainly unusual. There's an enemy force massing to push on the gates and the walls over a massive front. Wilson, I want you to get out there, get any help you can, and hold the bloody bast*rds back. Wolfe, I want you to get hold of Rose and the boy, make sure they're safe, mate. I'll be overseeing this, we've got drone feed currently, and I do believe we're into his radio systems, so I'll do my best to keep you lads up to date. Get moving. [i]Crow instructed.[/i] WOOOOOH LET'S GO! [i]Wilson said, sliding his M240B from his back, his M2 locking down into place and chambering a round. This was gonna be fun. Wolfe, on the other hand, drew his sword, and disappeared. He had to get to the girl before they did.[/i] [b]Dojoville, Rose's Flat[/b] [i]Rose still hadn't gotten a name out of the boy, other than Watcher. She'd simply given up, and allowed him to work on his armor in the spare room she had, and he'd been occupied with that for some time. She, on the other hand, had been preparing to head out; putting on her armor and her helmet, when she was thrown back by an explosion above her. Thrown backwards, the armor had saved her from serious damage, but as she looked up, she saw the room filling with a pale yellow gas. Mustard gas was the only thing that crossed her mind, and yet, this was much, much worse. Soon, she heard Watcher yelling, screaming even, and then she saw [url=http://rhubarbes.com/image/148002170477.jpeg]him[/url]. The sickly green glow from his helmet, the shotgun in his hand, the gas grenades all across his chest, his ragged black overcoat. Entering, he paid little mind to Rose, who was in shock, and he grabbed hold of the screaming and flailing teenager, who's eyes were wide and terrified, although he didn't seem concerned about the guy dragging him out. Tossing the boy to the roof, he climbed up after him, and made a hasty escape. So far, the plan was going perfectly. He just hoped Atlas and Konigstiger had planned their ends of the deal well. [/i] [b]Inside the Dojo, Dojoville[/b] [i]Wolfe maneuvered across the rooftops with the grace and agility of a cat, watching the streets below. What struck him was the sound of screaming and gunfire. Below him, another [url=http://pre04.deviantart.net/8229/th/pre/f/2016/295/a/7/inktober_day_21___heartless__tragos__by_tekka_croe-dalwyet.jpg]armored individual[/url] had begun an attack, firing a single revolver into the crowd, a blade at his hip. Three more, matching him, appeared from behind him, moving forwards as he did. With that, Wolfe jumped, his own blade drawn, heading into to fight.[/i] [spoiler]Alright, big post going on here. You have three places to interact. 1. Help Wilson at the gates. Kill stuff and go ham. 2. Help Rose recover and get her to safety The guy is already gone with the kid, though. 3. Help Wolfe fight the dude in white. This one's a toughie. Other than that, open.[/spoiler]