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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/27/2017 11:33:07 PM
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"Come here, I'll demonstrate for you." The man motioned for Steel to come closer, as a few other Soldiers that stood around the table itself made room
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[spoiler]Continue...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Straight to the point, huh?[/spoiler] Steel stepped up at the spot that had been made, and the commander extended a hand to shake "I'm Commander Shawn Murray, but you can call me Commander. I'm assuming you're the guy from the dojo? Steel?"
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"The one out of twentyfour. But yeah, I'm from the Dojo," Steel shook the Commander's hand, positioning his body in such a way that resembled a bow. "From what I understand, Couldbournes want this place gone or theirs. That's pretty stupid, because now the have to fight me."
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"Ha! Good to have you! Coldbourne's want this for it's strategic positioning. We're in the middle of everything really, close to the Oil fields, the oceans, the quarries. They find us dangerous to be so close." The commander said, pulling his hand back. He gestured at the map, pointing at a hill, like area that held a village or city "That's where we are." The commander said, making a circle with his finger
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"Resources. Of course it's resources. I thought these guys were 'magic' or something?"
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"Define Magic...." The Commander looked at Steel, his head tilted slightly "You count technology that no else has as magic, then sure."
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"I meant it as sarcasm. These guys are weak-sacue in comparison to real empires," Steel's helmet rearranged itself in a manner that seemed slightly irritated.
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"Their Gas is our main concern. The first attack they launched came with a strange green gas that knocked most of our army out. You know anything about that gas?"
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"Yeah. It sucks. Gave me a terrible hangover. Messes up the nervous system for a while, probably has some sort of connection to the noosphere, to block psychic abilities and the like. Sealed suits are a recommendation, gas masks are a must."
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"We'll distribute what we can, but resources are limited. Jensen, get on it." The commander looked at one of the soldiers, who immediately left the table and ran off "You have any other suggestions? I'm sure you saw some of the damage already done..."
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"Psychological warfare. Make it look like we're stronger than we actually are. If you have a Holo-projecter, I can make it very confusing for them."
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"Does a holographic table work? We got one in the old barracks, if we can find it in the rubble."
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"That should work. It just needs to make holograms, I can do the rest."
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"Ransley, take him to the old barracks." The driver that had escorted Steel here nodded, and the Commander looked back at Steel "You can leave whenever ready." [spoiler]-Leave Now -Look Around[/spoiler]
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"Hang on a second, I want to check a few things with you. Expected forces, our supplies, that sort of thing,"
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"I'll show you to the storeroom, most of our supplies are in the basement of the palace." Ransley said, starting to leave the throne room
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Steel followed Ransely, "Commander, I've spent years on the front lines against enemies like this. Crew morale is far more important than supplies. I can set up a supply line from the Dojo. If you're rationing food, don't. A fulfilled warrior is a dangerous warrior, after all."
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"You can?" Ransley asked as exited the room. "Sir, the dojo is very capable after all." The Jeep driver began, before falling silent
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"Not only that, but I know a few 'foreign powers' who might be willing t- Nah. That's dumb, forget I said anything. But I can get supply lines."
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"It might be difficult, Coldbourne's have access to most of the land between us and the dojo." The trio went down the main staircase, into the ball room and Ransley led Steel through a set of doors that was between the dual staircase. The doors opened into a staircase leading downwards, where Ransley went
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"I have ways around that. The Driver's seen it himself," Steel's helmet retracted, exposing his face again.
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"Might be worth a shot." Ransley stated, as they approached a large, steel door. Ransley knocked on it, and a slit in the gate was opened, a pair of eyes looking at the trio. It closed soon after and the door was opened, revealing the storeroom. Ransley and Steel moved inside, and as Steel looked around it looked exactly what one might expect from a store room Bookshelves sat against the walls, piled with medical supplies, and in the middle of the room were crates on top of crates "We have enough food to last us a month, with our numbers. If we ration, maybe three months"
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The Enforcer walked up to one of the crates; the blade he nearly killed the driver with extending from his armor. After a moment of looking it over, he drove the blade into the crack between the lid and body of the crate.
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"What the hell are you doing?!" Ramsey asked, staring at the box and the sword that was stuck in it
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"Looking, Commander. It smells too much of war here, so I'm using my eyes."
