originally posted in:The New Dojo
Not long into the Dojo, the soldiers found themselves facing a rather large blockade among their current path, spanning a quarter mile through alleyways and other streets, gun metal gray walls, shield defenses, turrets, and even farther back was what looked to be artillery encampments; although upon closer inspection, treads where seen, four massive sets on each vehicle, and an equally large cannon carried on them. The tanks where massive, built for domination and destruction.
With a bit of focus, soldiers where seen, all adorned with full combat gear,; infantry, boasting familiarly designed rifles and gear, not straying from the original designs but maintaining a steady string of upgrades. At range though it was hard to tell what they where using.
Further inspection showed even taller soldiers, decked in powered armors and bigger weaponry, large and powerful explosives and firearms carried. The armor was solid, plated and had weak points in joints for as far as the opposing force was worried; most likely there was more to that then met the eye.
A loud horn went off then, signaling their approach, scouts seeing the presumedly hostile faction.
The blockade snapped to attention then, weapons ready to fire if any signs of force where shown. Most likely whoever was in charge had a similar ideology; show everything up front, and make a point.
Then, over the same loud speaker the horn came from, a voice was heard, echoing all around for effect; the only thing standing out that could be causing it was one of the massive soldiers standing on top of a car, setup to add to the blockade.
It was a woman's voice, although it was confident and demanded attention.
"Friendly or enemy?
State your intentions or you will be treated as a hostile force and we will use appropriate reactions.
You are unmarked and for all we know, invading upon Trayven and Rubicon territory."
English
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[i]Atop the up-armored halftrack, Sidewinder rolled his eyes beneath his mask. This was not what he wanted to deal with, nor was this the sort of intel Inferno had given him. Nonetheless, he’d make due. Usually that was pretty easy. What he didn’t like was that for the moment, his expeditionary force was outnumbered and not entrenched in the surrounding area. That meant playing nice for the time being. Playing nice, however, didn’t rule out being a smartass. Reaching for the CB to the loudspeaker on the halftrack, he spoke.[/i] “Well I take it you must be blind, then! Can’t see the screamin’ eagle?” [i]He couldn’t help but laugh, and he could hear laughter from his soldiers who could hear him, those in the turrets atop each of the armored vehicles, and those in his own vehicle.[/i] “When did the Dojo become private territory, because last I checked, it wasn’t occupied and occupation was forbidden. If you’d known that, you’d probably have figured that any half-intelligent man who’d done research wasn’t here for an invasion. You’ll have to forgive my armor, I just don’t like losing men to the nutcases up on the hill. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got meetings to attend and the bigwigs to talk to. Let’s not make this ugly now. Pleaaaaaase.” [i]It was a mocking plea at the least, but such was the nature of the man Inferno had assigned to Hawkwind.[/i]
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"I already had relations with Dojo beforehand, one currently reconstruction is going on here following a recent war with an invading empire, my group stepped in the help and the Trayve have been here longer than we have, so don't ask me about it. Until the Dojo is finished being rebuilt, we will occupy the area until it is it can get back on its feet and take care of itself, until that day we don't leave, and will see to it that no one else will attack or infiltrate without good reasoning. If you have business, the army you brought will remain here to be documented and will remain until you return. Full cooperation is required, and you will be allowed to do as you please inside, meet with whomever, do whatever. Although one of my men will accompany you wherever you go. Pull any funny business and not only will shit the fan, but I will ensure every single god damned member of your little group is hunted down, lined up and then sent home in a box." The woman's tone was harsh, a sharp contrast to his jokes. Whoever the group was before him, they meant business and where there to stay until whatever operations they had are done. The woman cut the feed then, leaving him in silence to make his decision. Either oblige or be sent home.
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“Oh I’m positively quaking in my boots, sweetheart.” [i]He said, voice dripping with sarcasm.[/i] “I’ll take my orders from the Dojo itself. Get me one of them. Until then, I’m holding my line, whether you like that or not.” [i]It appeared that they were not going to roll over, no matter what stood before them.[/i]