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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/28/2017 12:19:28 AM
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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."
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"Well of course it bloody does, we've under siege for the last month." The commander said, almost annoyed
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"Not what I meant. I've been cyberneticly and genetically enhanced to have a highly acute sense of smell. It literally smells like a million ongoing battles here. Practically blinding to the nose," The Enforcer looked into the box.
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The bow contained packs stacked up onto one another, with the words [i]Ham Sandwich[/i] painted over the strange foil that it was inside. Others said [i]Steak, Tomatoes, Grilled Cheese [/i] the list went on
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"Ooooh yeah. You guys need new food. Not in a disrespectful manner, but C-rats aren't efficient line rations. Hour to waste-dump every three days breaks morale. We'll get Class A-rats on the supply line."
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"It's all we have really. Most of our A-class was destroyed. We used to have safe houses, which are now gone." Ransley said, looking away from the gruesome state of food
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"Don't worry about it. Just worry about holding the city, I can take care of logistics," Clamping the lid back onto the crate, the Enforcer headed to the exit.
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"Logistics, meaning supply routes?" Ransley asked, going after Steel as the two went up the stairs to the Grand hall
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"Supply lines, airlifts, safehouses. Might even try to set up a militia for reinforcements."
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[spoiler]Where you banned or something? [/spoiler] "Huh..." Ransley said as the two exited out into the grand hall "Keith will lead you from here." Ransley said, turning and leaving as Keith went towards the exit
