Fly From The Inside [Academy/Milites]

[Rygdea]

It was official. Everything went up shit creek without a paddle when Rygdea wasn't around.

Not entirely true, but it did seem as if things had gone to hell in a hand-basket for the months Rygdea had been out of commission in crystalstasis. Looked like he'd been brought back just in time to see the worst of it, too. The first sign that they all had a big problem on their hands? The handful of gigantic portals across the open field from Rygdea's position at the Academy's hastily-constructed forward command center, which had been spilling out Cie'th, monsters and even a few human soldiers occasionally, would have told the story even without seeing Cocoon a shattered mess covering the dominant part of the landscape or noticing that the sun was blotted out. Rygdea had just gotten off the horn with Hope, having been informed entirely of the non-military situation. The Kreiss kid and Vanille were on the south side of the planet, trying to find a way to revive Serah Farron. Fang and Raines were pulling Lightning out of someplace she'd ended up in the future. Some...Cosmos, a goddess by the sounds of it, was trying to keep the Chaos contained from Valhalla's throne. That left Rygdea to deal with the situation here, and deal with it he would. Hell, those other things made the task of trying to contain the military situation sound like rounding up a few cattle.

It wasn't going to be easy, though. He'd know that fact the moment he'd popped back out of that crystal and Raines had seen fit to slap a fresh set of stripes on his shoulder. The monsters coming through the portals, even the Cie'th, Rygdea knew how to handle. An armored airborne unit could roll through most of them. The tougher ones would need a more personal touch, but still, nothing to get too excited over. The problem was going to be those soldiers that were coming through and getting caught up in the fighting. So far they'd only been defending themselves from the monsters and warning Academy troops to stay back, probably out of fear and not much else. Rygdea didn't want to go ordering an artillery or air strike on a bunch of lost soldiers. That made the situation more difficult, no doubt about it, and a solution for the problem was trying to make its way into Rygdea's head as he trudged through the command center, moving past technicians trying to keep him updated on the situation. He didn't need the updates. The base was open-air save for a bunker they'd been carving out the past few hours that was basically a cave. Rygdea knew it might turn out that they needed it. For now, though, he only needed to use his eyes and look out at the battlefield ahead of him, still seeing those damned, foreign soldiers making a scene right at the lip of the portals. Rygdea rubbed at his forehead and clicked his tongue. He had to do something about those troops in order to proceed like he needed to, because if he just sat on his haunches he was going to have one hell of a tight situation on his hands and a lot of people complaining.

Stepping forward, he gave one of the techies a light pop on the back. "Contact Yaag Rosch an' his team," Rygdea ordered, before drawing his eyes away from the distant conflict just long enough to grab his helmet and gun from off a nearby table. One went under his arm, the other remained in his hand, as he passed the technician again. "Tell 'im to meet me on deployment deck A." With confirmation that the techie had Rosch on the line, Rygdea set off out of the main command deck, trotting down a set of stairs with purpose before turning a corner and making his own way towards the deployment deck. They needed to figure out what they had to deal with with these foreign troops, and Rygdea figured the best way to do so was to get up close and personal with them. Rygdea's plan was to head out with Rosch's team and give the foreigners a proper welcome. From there, he'd know what he needed to do about them.

He reached the deck after the short walk, briskly scaling the stairs and reaching the deck's top just in time to see - and hear and feel, too - some otherworldly beasty go down under a barrage of fire. Right, they were dealing with the monsters. Rygdea waited semi-patiently, checking on the inside of his helmet and giving its shell a few raps, for a guy he wouldn't have been caught dead fighting with ten years before. Damn, time did fly.

Tagged - Rosch > Qun'mi > Qator
Words - 874
Muse - Exquisite.
Location - Lands near the collapsed Cocoon
Outfit - Boop
Notes - \o/[/size]

[Yaag Rosch]

On the brink of disaster once again, hm? Well, this time was different than the last that Yaag had been through. This time he was on the right side, doing things for the better of the people, and listening to those who were fighting for the same cause. Things weren’t going all that well these days though, no matter how many people they had trying to assist and push back this lingering darkness that had decided to make its appearance just as Cocoon fell from its crystal pillar and smash into Gran Pulse – though with much less impact damage than the time it previously fell would’ve caused – but still, it was the start of a war against darkness, and anyone who hoped for a greater and brighter future was putting their best foot forward. Even some of the most unlikely people, like Rosch himself. Cid Raines was alive and kicking, as well as Rygdea, the two Pulsians…and some new faces that Yaag had yet to actually learn about, still, the more the merrier, they say.

With palms pressing hard against the wood of a table, a spotlight lamp hovering just overhead, Yaag continued to look at the map and coordinates below his gaze. The issue at hand wasn’t only the chaos, but the creatures that emerged within it. There were portals appearing, soldiers from unknown worlds wandering around as if they had no idea where they were going, it was just one huge mess. So who else to call upon to take care of messes? The army of course, and it was time like this Rosch was still glad that he was within the army ranks, a leader among many and able to strategize with such little time. Running his finger across the map and it’s coordinates, he traced from their base near Academia and pointed towards where the majority of the trouble seemed to be. Of course it was easily in view due to some of the flatter plains that Pulse had to offer, which made it easy to point out where they would be heading. “We can cross the plains, send a few scouts to observe the moments of these newcomers. Send three scouts ahead, make sure to keep in contact with them should something problematic arise.” Rosch said before shifting himself to look at the map a bit better, moving one hand to his chin to study a bit more, planning the moves and locations of where these soldiers should be should an attack come their way. You needed to be prepared for everything.

Hearing static enter his ear, Rosch then pulled himself up and stood up straight, his icy eyes still looking at the map as he pressed his hand against the earpiece in his ear. Just as the static disappeared a clear voice came across the other line. It was a technical operators from somewhere else within the area. “Yaag Rosch, do you copy?” Ha, of course he did, this was his line. Still gazing towards the map, Yaag actually nodded, still pressing a hand to the earpiece so he could hear everything clearly. “Rosch speaking, what’s going on?” he asked, hearing a bit more static but the voice came back, giving him orders from Rygdea, to meet at Deployment deck A. There obviously was something going on, something regarding all of the chaos that had to be going on right now, and although they’d never been on good terms in the past, Rosch wasn’t about to deny the fact that Rygdea was damn good at what he did, as was Rosch himself. If this was going to be taken care of, they were the two to go to, especially when it came to a military crisis.

“Alright, I’m on my way, thank you.” He said before lowering his hand from the earpiece and whipping around to make a direct stride towards the deployment decks. Moving through a few hallways and making his way towards the open air of the outdoors, Rosch took a few careful steps up the tiny incline that lead to deck A. There he saw the former Cavalry soldier. Once he made it over close enough to Rygdea to be heard, he gazed out across what he could see, things were obviously a mess and they needed to be taken care of. “What’s on your mind?” obviously there was an idea to be set in motion, no way would someone like Rygdea call Rosch up for a friendly chat, this was strictly business, if for anything…the future of Pulse.

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Words:[/color] 855
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Rygdea, Qun'mi, Qator
Wearing:[/color] Something like his PSICOM uniform
Listening To:[/color] Something!
Notes:[/color] Nada!

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

Well here they went once again.

On their way to hell.

But at least it would be an exciting ride there. Thinking such, Qun’mi scanned the horizon. They had a ways to go, but they were slowly breaking through the defenses. Defenses that were disorganized. It was obvious that they had been taken by surprise, and wasn’t that what really won a war? Qun’mi didn’t care how good of soldiers you had, it was the leaders that made the difference. Cut off the head and the snake would die. But so far, they hadn’t found the head. No, instead, they had been keeping a bunch of grunt soldiers hopping. Was there heavy artillery ahead? Qun’mi almost wished she had brought her own magitek, but she also liked the freedom of being on foot. Well…as she stood on the side of a magitek controlled by the Byakko soldiers, that was still on foot, right? Right! Besides, why walk when you get a ride, hmm? Still, despite being here with the ‘grunt’ soldiers, Qun’mi knew what her job was. As an elite, she and Qator would be the ones that were going after the ‘head’ of the snake. She didn’t know who it was, but damn, weren’t they going to even come out of their little holes and fight them? Raising a finger to her own earpiece, Qun’mi cleared her throat and sent a message to the lieutenant that was slowly advancing behind them. “Master Sergeant Trute here. Send the air-magitek in for closer surveillance, alright? We need to draw them damned higher ups out, I’m sick and tired of trampling through their lapdogs.”

“Master Sergeant Trute, has General Bashtar approved this?”

Qun’mi rolled her eyes, “Old One Eye can just shut up and like it.” There was a hesitation. “But Sergeant Trute…” Rolling her eyes, Qun’mi sighed. The men still thought that women couldn’t make decisions when it came to this world. “God damn it, would it make you feel better if I got Blondie over the com?” There was obvious relief in his voice. “Yes Sergeant Trute.” She almost felt sorry for this man. “Well that’s too damn bad. Send them out.” He hesitated only an instant before agreeing reluctantly. She hadn’t gotten to this point in her career without having a grip on what needed to happen in war. Hell, she didn’t want anything to do with leading the soldiers, and this was exactly why. It just caused trouble. Give her a field to mow down and she was happy.

The next instant she watched as the air-magitek were sent out. Tapping on the glass on the magitek she was getting a ride from, Qun’mi saw the hatch open. Jumping up on top, she dropped down into it and slapped the driver on the back. “Alright, you take this unit and hit them right where it hurts, alright? I want a cycle of frontal attacks. Just keep sending in waves, rotating the troops to give them a bit of a rest. But I want you to keep those soldiers hopping, alright? Don’t let up and keep in contact.” Giving him another slap, Qun’mi jumped out and stood on top of the magitek for a second. Switching her earpiece, she contacted Bashtar. “Blondie, where do you have that pretty ass of yours hidden away at, huh? I sent the air-magitek to flush out the leaders, they should be able to get at least a showing. The B units are going to hit them hard at the heart of the soldiers. Get your rear end up here, would you?”

Teleporting away from the magitek, Qun’mi flashed down in the midst of a group of the Byakko troops fighting some of the Academy troops. Her appearance startled the enemy, while her own boys were used to it. Daggers appeared in her hand and she jumped into the action. Dropkicking one of the soldiers, Qun’mi grabbed him and teleported low into the air, throwing the man spinning back down toward the ground before disappearing from the sky. Ending back up at the ground, she went toe to toe with another soldier, sending him to the ground with a kick to the head and finishing him off with her dagger. Turning to the side quickly, Qun’mi avoided a speared gun barrel to the back, her smirk appearing on her face as she made eye contact with the man behind the gun. Daggers disappeared before she back flipped over the man, sending him spinning with her magic, pulling his weapon from him as he flew. Aiming quickly, Qun’mi squeezed off a shot and watched the man fall to the ground. Just because she didn’t prefer a gun didn’t mean she couldn’t handle one. Tossing it down, Qun’mi eyed up a soldier that was advancing toward her slowly, hesitantly, all the while wondering where the hell Bashtar was. Pressing a finger to her ear again, she couldn’t help but needle him. “I’m here doing work, waiting for you to stop painting your fingernails Bashtar, can’t it wait until later?”

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Words:; 1063
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Those peoples!
Location:; That place
Outfit:; Military something or another?
Notes:; x.x *hates on this post*
Listening To:;[/color] Pass the Mic - Beastie Boys

[qator]

The advancement they’d made since appearing out of a few carefully calculated portals had been pretty impressive thus far. Though the soldiers from Byakko had been dealing with the mere grunts that were taken by surprise, it was still a start. The high ranking military leaders of this bunch were probably scrambling to organize a plan, a tactic to use against the Milite invaders, at least…that’s what Qator would be doing had a battle such as this one been sprung on him without any warning whatsoever. A small smirk formed on his lips as he folded his arms across his chest, looking at the group of other officers that were getting ready to lead their groups into different sections of the warzone. Qator had devised a plan, to surround the opposing army and force them to surrender, or lower their numbers until a complete takeover was able to be fulfilled, with each step forward, it seemed that Qator’s expectations grew even higher and higher. His army, yes. his army was doing wonders. No longer would he refer to it at Cid’s army, he was more of a politician these days anyways, ruling things…while Qator took care of the military sides of things.

And for good reason.

With a salute towards his fellow lower-ranked officers, he gave them a sharp nod and watched them all flee before he folded his arms behind his back, ready to get onto the next step. It was then he heard something across the com system. Pressing a hand towards his ear, all he could hear was static. Frowning at the inability to communicate affectively, Qator strode from the makeshift base they had created just outside the warzone, enough room to plan and stay out of the line of fire. Striding away from the safer areas in the back of the base camp, Qator looked towards where one of the tall Magitek pieces stood, but it…was…in flight heading towards the battlefield. He hadn’t given orders to send off any aerial attacks yet. His eyes – er…eye – narrowed and a distinct frown appeared on his face. Qun’mi of course. The static in his ear cleared up. “General Bashtar, Sergeant Trute ordered for the magitek to be sent without your consent-“ “I’ve noticed. Don’t think anything of it, just…let her do what she wants, unless she wants to send the whole entire army to their death, then we’ll have a problem.” He informed the messenger over the communication line as he started towards where he assumed Qun’mi would be, it was just a good guess on his part.

Hearing a new static across his earpiece – a more earsplitting one – Qator flinched a little before hearing a complete repeat of what he already knew now. Nodding as he listened to Qun’mi’s voice over the com, he then sighed quietly and picked up his pace. “I’ve been busy. Next time I’d appreciate some communication before you send off such orders, Trute.” He started, moving through a few soldiers, preparing for battle or returning from a wave of fighting, some injured, some pumped up and ready to go back into war, but Qator paid them no mind, he was focusing on Qun’mi and the fact that they needed to get the more elite squads from the opposing army out, with those eliminated, it would be like taking candy from a rotten baby. Heading towards a group of technicians who were watching over the magitek before it had been flown off into battle, Qator gave them a stern look and they seemed to know exactly who he was looking for. “She went into battle sir.” Of course, she was always on the move wasn’t she? Well, if his soldiers could go into battle, if Qun’mi would leap in to the fighting, then so could he, and as a skilled marksman and swordsman, it seemed as if his time on the battle field would be quite easy.

Striding towards the battle field, unable to teleport like some people, Qator felt his sword hilt in his hand, putting a tight grip around it with his left hand as he pressed a hand to his ear, hearing Qun’mi and the sounds of battle in the background as well. “I’m closer than you think.” He said as his eyes moved through the crowd, spotting soldiers of his own, Academy soldiers, and an armored Sergeant that he’d been talking two only a few seconds ago. Dropping his hand, he also felt his pistol summon into his hand, lifting it up and shooting a few soldiers directly in the chest that were blocking his path, it wasn’t difficult to create a path for himself, his uniform gave off a sign of high ranks, he was obviously something to be feared by grunt soldiers. Coming up behind Qun’mi, he looked rather unfazed by the battle being taken place, it was something his lower ranked soldiers could take care of. “Looks like we’ve got to go drag those Military leaders out by their collars, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say they were afraid of the threat we pose.” He spoke confidently, but seriously as well as he slipped past the blonde woman and trudged through the oncoming soldiers as well as his own, striking a few down that had even started to attempt an attack on him. It was time to take over, Qator was losing his patience for this.

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Words:[/color] 1022
Muse:[/color] Great!
Tagged:[/color] Rygdea, Rosch, Qun'mi
Wearing:[/color] General Uniform
Listening To:[/color] Scream: Avenged Sevenfold
Notes:[/color] Nada!

[Rygdea]

By all rights, Rygdea shouldn't have even been here, on this battlefield, in this capacity. Before he'd become a crystal for finishing off his focus, Rygdea had turned this job over to Cid Raines for good, he'd assumed. But they'd never exactly arranged for what would happen if Rygdea ever came back, because the fine print had informed them all that he'd be sleeping as long as the world existed. Well, he guessed none of that mattered when a goddess of harmony was involved. Raines had been all kinds of willing - or pushy - about Rygdea taking back over and had volunteered to help out with Hope's plan to gather the troops, meaning the former l'Cie and company, back together. Rygdea wasn't going to keep his former superior from a task like that, so here he was again, leading the army in a second life he never really should have had. Heck, if he'd known the world would have gone to hell like this, he'd have been just fine to sit back resting for the rest of time. But he was willing to do this, and that was really all he needed to be.

Having finished checking on his helmet, Rygdea trotted forward to the edge of the platform, crossing his arms over his chest and watching what part of the battle he could see unfold. Those portaled troops were getting more and more organized as time went on, weren't they? When they'd first popped in, they'd been a scattered group of rabble trying to scramble together a defensible position near the portal. Now, they were fanning out and becoming more and more a burden to the Academy troops. Rygdea couldn't see in detail from his position, but it looked now like they were trying to push forward. Adamantly. He scoffed at the scene, running a hand through his hair. Was this an invasion? It was starting to look like it might be. Jackasses that were taking advantage of the Chaos and coming up to bite the Academy in the behind. It was good strategy, even if it was about as low as anyone could go. Yep, it was looking like high time he introduced himself to whoever was out there coordinating this fight.

And right on cue, there was Rosch. Rygdea glanced him with a nod before turning his gaze back to the fight. He'd never like Rosch altogether, but he got along with him on a professional level. He was Amodar's man anyway, so at least Rygdea didn't have to see him on a day-to-day basis. It was better that way. "We gotta figure out what we're dealin' with here," he responded to the man, jabbing a finger towards the rear of the mass of foreign troops. "Meaning we gotta find out who's tellin' these soldiers ta put a gun to our heads when we're already hangin' from the noose. They're too organized not ta have any leadership, so you an' I are gonna go out there an' introduce ourselves." Rygdea patted the gun that was still in his hand. "With one of these if we need to. C'mon. We get the lead ship, yer troops can take the rear ship." He motioned his head towards the ship waiting a dozen yards to their left before he started moving towards it, hopping in the back and rapping a couple of times on the cockpit door once Rosch did the same. With a few seconds of rumbling, they were starting to take off.

He raised his voice some to be heard over the engine's rumble, as his free hand had him gripping the safety handle by the door. "Dunno if you have anything in mind yerself, but I have a few gunships ready ta cover us if things start gettin' rough. If we do run into whoever's in command of these troops an' we all don't get along, I say we bail on 'em an' let the gunships do their work if they can get through the foreign air support." Almost as if on cue, the ship rumbled from a shot's impact, but immediately straightened out. Rygdea cast a light frown on his fellow officer. "Guess that answers that question. Someone out there wants our attention." He shrugged a little, readjusting his grip on his gun. "We'll give 'em what they want. Hope ya remember how ta use that blade a' yers, Rosch." Normally, the prospect of walking up face-to-face with the enemy's - or assumed enemy's - own commander would sound tactically mental. Today, Rygdea thought they needed it. Wasn't anything worse than fighting something or someone you didn't understand...so he was going to remedy that problem.

Words - 840
Muse - Excellent!
Notes - Not the happiest with this. @_@ But if you want to have them touch down at like a forward command center or somewhere else inside the Academy defenses before they start forward, then go ahead. [/size]

[Yaag Rosch]

With a quick pace, Rosch had made it to the deployment deck in a matter of a few minutes. This was urgent, and both military men knew that well, it didn’t matter what grudges or hate you felt for the other officer, you worked together for the better of the people, and that’s exactly what Rosch had committed himself to since becoming revived, and even before that when he tried to protect the people of Cocoon, though not trusting anything else aside from the fal’cie and the judgment they gave. This was different though, there were no fal’cie pulling the strings now, it was this…dark chaotic entity that was causing trouble, that and the portals that were leading an army’s worth of soldiers through, and they didn’t seem to be all that friendly by the looks of it. Whoever was leading them had to be damn good to pull them together…they weren’t going to last long though. Of that Rosch was sure.

Gazing past Rygdea at the chaos that was unfolding, he nodded slightly, agreeing with everything the other military officer was saying, figuring they’d be going out there to ‘introduce’ themselves to the leaders of this invasion of sorts. “Alright, sounds like a plan…it’d be nice to know where they’re from and what they want, something about them seems…familiar though.” That last bit was more to himself than anything, he’d remembered something about those uniforms the men wore out there, but it wasn’t something that was right at the top of his head, a vague memory really, and he just couldn’t place his finger on where he’d seen something similar before, then again he could just be fooling himself, being quite far away to notice any sort of detail on the uniforms, so he’d just have to wait and see up close and personal as to what was so familiar about these foreign soldiers.

Turning and following Rygdea towards the airship that was all ready for them, he climbed in and took his seat, taking a glance out one of the windows and watching his troops take their strides towards another airship, ready to lift off and get this thing done and over with. With silence around Rosch’s voice, he simply just watched and waited, gazing at things as they were out of the deployment deck, watching the different bits of chaos fly this way and that…feeling that excitement of war. He was getting older though, that was true, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get out into the field and kick some ass like he did when he first joined PSICOM…this was his world now, it was the people’s world, and anyone that came in to invade and attack was going to be shut down, whether they wanted to end that way or not. Raising his own voice above the roar of the engine, Rosch peered outside the window that was next to him, frowning as well. “Damn right they want our attention…I’ll be sure to give them MY undivided attention, as for this ‘blade a’ mine’…I’m pretty sure I know how to still use it.” He smirked.

“Take us down.” He ordered towards the pilot who landed the airship within the Academy defenses, keeping them out of the line of fire, but close towards the frontlines where they would soon meet up with the invading soldiers and their commanders. Once the airship was at rest and fully on the ground, Rosch moved quickly, hopping out of the airship, unsheathing his masamune and gripping it tightly in his right hand, looking at the frontlines. “Let’s meet them halfway, shall we? Wouldn’t want to give them an improper greeting…hm?” he spoke a bit too confidently, feeling a bit more like a soldier leader again, almost like his PSICOM Director self, it was a nice feeling, protecting the people…but…he wasn’t sure what it was he’d be facing, and he wasn’t sure he was going to like it, these soldiers seemed far too collected and well gathered to be led my some stupid military leader…no, obviously whoever was large and in charge had brains and knew how to use them.

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Words:[/color] 839
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Rygdea, Qun'mi, Qator
Wearing:[/color] Uniform of sorts.
Listening To:[/color] Actiony stuffs?
Notes:[/color] They can meet face to face now, the Milites can run into the Academy military etc etc. REUNION TIME FOR ROSCH AND QUN'MI? No butt slapping this time, please.

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

While she was fighting, Qun’mi sent a message to Qator, not expecting such a swift reply, yet her earpiece crackled with static before the familiar voice spoke out. Qun’mi had to laugh as she watched the remaining weary soldier try to gain the upper hand. She simply waited for him to come closer to her while she had her conversation with her higher general. “Oh come on Blondie, don’t get your undies in a bundle over that. You weren’t there to make the call, and someone had to do something. Besides, it’s a good idea, even you can’t deny that, so don’t keep up with that ‘I’m not happy about it’ act. Someone had to make this battle offensive and get the rabbits out of their holes,” she commented cheerfully, adjusting the earpiece and then rubbing the back of her nose idly, watching the remaining soldier as she did so in a bored fashion. “And since no one else was stepping up to do it, I figured I would. It’s really as simple as that,” she said matter o’ factly. “And as much as I’d love to chat, I have someone to take care of,” she said easily, before concentrating back on the battle.

The man didn’t stand a chance. Quickly she finished what she had to take care of, and stood back up, yawning before she started talking to Qator again. Hell, he was supposed to be up here with her, so that when they finally flushed out the head honchos, they could dispatch them and then take them down. Cid wanted this world to take over, along with the technology they possessed, and would stop at nothing to get it. Qator and her were simply the means to secure it. Telling him to stop painting his nails might be disrespectful, especially to a higher officer, but Qun’mi had never really cared in the past, so why start now? Instead she simply shrugged when he told her that he was closer then she thought. “Well get your ass closer still.”, she said lazily, before shutting off her earpiece. It was time to get them damned cowards out of their holes.

And then he was there. Qun’mi had seen him come up behind her and had turned to wait for him. There was chaos going around them, soldiers fighting here and there, dotting the landscape, but Qun’mi allowed the lower grunts to take care of that and simply kept her eyes on the blonde as he swaggered toward him. Damn, but he still managed to look as appealing as possible while they were in the midst of chaos. Grinning somewhat devilishly when he finally got there, she propped a hand on her hip. “Did you apply two coats Qator? You sure took long enough.”

Then things turned seriously, and Qun’mi followed him when he made his way past her and continued on. She nodded along to what it was that he was saying and lengthened her stride to match his.“Hell yes, if those cowards won’t come out to meet us, then we’re just going to have to go to them,” she said cheerfully. They damned better be scared of them too! Qun’mi couldn’t imagine why they wouldn’t be scared, because hell, they were two of the strongest soldiers in the entire Milites army. They were elite for a reason, and had risen to their ranks for a reason beyond that Cid trusted them. They had grown up in war, had studied it for years and had been in the thick of things plenty of times. Batting away a man that tried to attack her, Qun’mi’s daggers disappeared momentarily, before she ran and jumped, her legs wrapping around his neck and jerking. The man fell limply while she caught herself with her hands on the ground and propelled back to her feet, her daggers once again appearing in her hands. Slowly they were going to get there. They were going to win this war, and hopefully fast too, Qun’mi tired of this stupidity.

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Words:; 864
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Rygdea, Yaag, Qator
Location:; Gran Pulse
Outfit:; Military
Notes:; I GOT ALL THOSE POSTS DONE AWW YEAH! *ahem*
Listening To:;[/color] Nobody's Fool - Avril Lavigne

[qator]

Qator was going as fast as he could to catch up with wherever Qum’mi was running around through this vast crowd of soldiers. Though some stepped aside to give the Brigadier General some room, it wasn’t an easy task to maneuver through all of them. Placing a hand against the earpiece he wore, communicating with Qun’mi, he sighed deeply. “I’m not displeased with your judgment, I’d just appreciate a bit of communication beforehand. But whatever, I’ll be there shortly.” He said signing off and focusing on tackling this crowd, making sure to keep an eye out for any enemy soldiers should they have gotten in his way. He had his sword in his left hand ready to strike down any attacking soldier, but luckily none really seemed to come his way. The uniform probably gave off a feeling of seniority and what not. No grunt soldier wanted to face the elite soldiers…Qator could easily speak from experience on that one, but standing around and letting the stronger advance…that was what was going to get this opposing force beaten.

With a slight smirk, Qator had spotted Qun’mi and simply disregarded her sassy comments. He was used to them and learned to let them breeze right over his shoulder. So long as she didn’t whack him as hard as she possibly could across the face again…then they’d be fine. Striding off into the crowd further, Qator kept his eyes moving constantly, looking for anyone who looked worth paying attention to. They were going to draw out those who decided to stay behind the scenes around here, whether they liked it or not. “I guess you could say we’re being far too polite than they deserve. Making a house call.” He shrugged slightly as she took out another soldier, him just keeping his stride going strong and walking in a straight line, not having to deal with any soldiers, it was convenient, like a path was being drawn…and after a few steps, the crowd seemed to get a little less…crowded. People became scarce and Qator was sure he could see a formation on the ground ahead, an airship of sorts. Lovely. Absolutely lovely.

Spotting a silver haired man with a sword much like Qator’s, and a brown haired country looking fellow, Qator assumed this was where their meeting would be taking place. Their uniforms were much different than those of the grunt soldiers, it meant they held some sort of authority. Walking into the open, very little soldiers clustered around this landing point for the airship that had recently let off two obviously higher ranked men, Qator whirled his sword around before letting it disappear from his grasp, folding his arms as he stood square across from the silver haired man. “I really do hate to be kept waiting. So I really do hope you don’t mind us coming to you. Time management surely isn’t your strong point.” He said to both men with no humor or amusement in his tone whatsoever, his gaze shifting from each man, sizing them up subtly as he then caught the look on the silver haired man’s face. It was almost…confusion mixed with shock as he was looking towards Qun’mi. Shooting a glance at his fellow blonde companion, he then looked back towards the opponents. “Know each other?” he said raising an eyebrow before waving a hand as if to dismiss his words. There was no time for simple chit chat.

With an aggressive step forward, closing the gap a little bit, Qator had the upmost serious tone and expression on his face. “Your surrender will lead to less lives lost. Your continuation and lack of cooperation will only lead to lost numbers, for you.” He said as he shot a quick glance behind him towards the soldiers that were still fighting their hearts out, it was easy to see who had a better formed army at this time. Of course, the Academy was still getting on their feet, something Qator was unaware of, but luckily it was working to his and Qun’mi’s advantage, for the most part. Pushing a few people around like these two ahead of him…it never hurt anyone, after all, the superior bullies always got what they wanted by pushing people around. This was no different.

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Words:[/color] 828
Muse:[/color] Great!
Tagged:[/color] Rygdea, Rosch, Qun’mi
Wearing:[/color] Brigadier General Uniform
Listening To:[/color] Avenged Sevenfold
Notes:[/color] I should never write past midnight…

[Rygdea]

The last thing Rygdea had been expecting to hear from Rosch was that he was familiar with what they were facing. The commander's eyes shot over to his silver-haired subordinate, his eyebrow quirked. "Familiar, huh?", he asked, crossing arms over his chest as he turned and stared back out at the troops giving them hell as the men in the field tried to keep this shitty situation controlled. Rygdea sure as hell didn't see anything familiar out there. Just a bunch of guys under some asshole's orders trying to push their way into his planet. "Now's a good time ta remember somethin' like that, Rosch," he told the other man, before starting towards the ship. "See if ya can't rack yer brain a little on the way." Because boy did they need to know everything they could right now. As it was, things were pretty dead even - the guys on the other side of this probably didn't know what to do with the Academy forces being thrown their way, either. But with all the Academy was simultaneously dealing with...Rygdea's side was the one that needed intelligence as soon as they could get it. Hopefully Rosch just wasn't idly bringing up his familiarity to make conversation.

Rygdea couldn't stand around waiting once they were on the ship for Rosch to suddenly have a revelation. He had to lay out the game plan, which wasn't a guaranteed thing but better than the two of them heading out here with nothing to defend them but their armor and Rosch's unit. Rosch did sound confident in the event that they did dig up whoever was leading this attack, though, so good on him. Rygdea gave him a sharp nod. "Alright, then. Bets are on the table," he chimed in, just before Rosch made the call to have the ship drop them off.

Rygdea waited for Rosch to exit first before following, still toting his weapon and helmet as he surveyed exactly where they were. The forward base was off to their side somewhere, still intact as Rygdea already knew, and for all intents and purposes they were just outside of the range of the shots coming in from across the field, where their new friends and the portals were aligned. The battlefield had cleaned itself up quite a bit since Rygdea had first arrived, and the lines had become something a little more uniform than the madness from before. Still wasn't pretty to see this going on with everything else that was going on in the background. As it turned out, motionless time wasn't all that pretty of a thing, either.

But they weren't gaining anything by standing out here and "admiring" the view. Rygdea adjusted one final inadequacy with his helmet as Rosch spoke. "Why not?", he rhetorically asked, as he slid the helmet on and the visor went ablaze with all sorts of information Rygdea didn't need at the moment. He mashed a few buttons on a panel by the ear, shutting off everything but his link to the gunships he had at the ready. The rest was just distraction. He quickly took it off, deciding it was ready if they got into any combat. "We'll see how improper it gets 'fore it's all over." He turned and nodded slightly to the men that were going to advance along with them, cocking his rifle in his hands before he started off to lead the way.

His walk wouldn't be a long one. About fifty feet out from the drop location, two figures seemed to be approaching. Rygdea could see them well enough, even with the dimness that seemed to hang to the whole battlefield - and probably the whole planet - like a fog. One was male, standing fairly tall and with...an eyepatch, by the looks of it. The other wasn't as easy to tell about. Female, probably, but the face was covered and the clothing didn't indicate either way. She seemed shorter and thinner, though, so Rygdea was willing to make the assumption. They didn't have much of a "friendly" look to them, either. For all Rygdea could guess, they were the exact people he and Rosch had come out here in search of.

And as Rygdea had guessed, they were jackasses.

They arrayed across from each other, and Rygdea propped his gun on his shoulder, studying the first one to speak. Wasn't he a fancy one? And here Rygdea had been expecting someone with some guts. The commander's eyes narrowed on the boy - and he did mean boy - as he spoke up. "Ya come all the way out here ta meet us an' that was the best ya could dream up?" He huffed, genuinely amused. Rygdea wasn't in the mood to grace him with anything else, especially because if all the man wanted to do was verbally joust, the Academy would have this fight won in an hour.

Rygdea glanced to Rosch when the man addressed him, noticing the look on the ex-PSICOM officer's face. Right, too late for him to start having realizations now. Rygdea's attention was what on the man was saying...and once he was finished, Rygdea's gaze cut through him like knives. "An' ya came out here ta beg us ta surrender?", he rhetorically asked, with a shrug. "At least ya got yer exercise. If that's all ya want, you can start walkin' your asses back ta base an' get back to oilin' up yer hair."

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[Yaag Rosch]

This was definitely bringing back some memories of being in the army. Lately things had been more patrols and quiet, but now…this was field work, something Rosch hadn’t really gotten to do since he was a PSICOM Director chasing after the L’cie. This was kind of exciting, except the only difference between then and now…Rosch was older, he wasn’t an old man, but he definitely was feeling the strains of all the things he used to do. His back ached a little more than normal, he got a bit more winded than he used to, but he was still a damn fine soldier like the rest of them. It made him feel a bit confident about all of this, and he simply shook his head slightly towards Rygdea, he sure as hell still knew how to use his masamune, and if things were going to continue like they were going currently…he’d get to use it as well. One shouldn’t be excited for that sort of thing, but secretly on the inside, Yaag was ready to throw himself into the fields of war once more.

With the ship landing on the ground, the two officers out of the airship, Rosch was ready to get going. He knew this would come off to be a standoff, the soldiers from the opposing squad were more like likely ready for a confrontation, well so be it, Rygdea and Rosch would be able to hold their own, especially against some younger punks who had no idea what it was they were dealing with. No one just waltzed onto this finally safe land and started to raise hell for both the community and for the military, this needed to be put to an end, and soon. “I doubt it’ll be anything but proper.” He said in a blunt tone, his hand resting on the hilt of his masamune, he was ready and already started his quick and swift stride, ready to meet these guys face to face and show them what the consequences were for trespassing, let alone killing off his men.

With the stride going, Rosch felt his pace slow down as two distinct figures from the crowd seemed to pop out at him. One was taller, blonde and had an eyepatch, obviously a military leader of sorts judging by the uniform, and to his side was someone that looked familiar. The uniform at least looked very familiar, and as they came forward, he came to believe that he knew the shorter, more feminine figure that was trailing their way. Blinking a few times as a rather blank expression came across his face, he felt his feet stop, it was becoming the standoff he imagined it would be. Standing there across the lot from the Military leader and the elite soldier he swore he knew and had aided once upon a time. Well damn, this was another curveball thrown in Rosch’s direction. Clearing his throat a bit and cutting his eyes from Qun’mi towards the other one, Rosch felt his expression turn a bit sour. Well…that was an awful lot of tough talk for someone who didn’t have a damn clue as to what was going to happen.

“Your words are amusing, cute almost…but I’ve heard much better threats and comments from a grunt soldier.” He smirked only slightly, his eyes still on the taller of the two, he didn’t feel up to looking at Qun’mi, but the look on his face, the obvious fact that he was avoiding looking at her, this…leader guy had noticed it and practically called him out. Was this…that Qator Bashtar that Qun’mi had been asking him about? How the hell did she think he and Rosch were related? Whatever, he didn’t see it, and he didn’t want to see it. “Is that all you guys are good at? Talking? Well that’s about as far as you’re going to get with that. Best walk away with your tail between your legs now…before we really give you something to be worried about.” His tone darkened, his eyes finally moving towards the other Milite, he was directing that threat at both of them…and meant every word.

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Words:[/color] 801
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Rygdea, Qun'mi, Qator
Wearing:[/color] Uniform of sorts.
Listening To:[/color] Something!
Notes:[/color] I GOT NOTHIN'

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

Qun’mi didn’t doubt that he was just mad that he hadn’t thought of the idea before her, but she didn’t say much about it. Instead, she just shrugged while she fiddled with her earpiece and waited for him to get there to her. Qator was damn good at his job, but she didn’t mind giving him some fresh ideas about things to do every once in a while. Qun’mi had her opinions, and she didn’t mind sharing them with the world, especially Qator. She got a kick out of him being so belligerent about things sometimes. But whatever, he was a damn good leader, and usually took care of everything that needed to be, so she really couldn’t complain about the man.

And speaking of which, there he was. Qun’mi fell into place on his left side, glancing back and forth between the General beside her and the battlefield that was raging with war. With a bit of a “Humph” in response to his saying that they were far too hospitable, Qun’mi shrugged. “Well, they obviously won’t come out of their little holes to face us like men.” Qun’mi didn’t so much as flinch when Qator took down a soldier, simply walking as if nothing had happened, but she was keeping a lookout in the opposite direction. And of course, it came sooner than she had thought. A soldier came from the opposite direction, but Qun’mi was ready for him. Even as he attacked, Qun’mi sidestepped and grabbed at his wrist, flipping him over her head. Whirling around, she caught him with her dagger, ending him before he hit the ground. This had been practically her entire life right here, what with being a military brat growing up. Of course she was good at it by now.

When they came up on the two men, Qun’mi quirked a brow beneath her helmet. The one she knew, the other was obviously a leader in stance, though she had never met him. She allowed Qator to lead with words and simply backed him up for the time being. Her gaze caught that of Rosch’s, a smirk on her face while she noted the odd look on his face. On a whim, Qun’mi reached up and slid her helmet off her face. If push came to shove, she could pop it back on in hardly any time, so there was really no danger there. “Miss me, Silver?” Qun’mi did regret that she had to fight and perhaps kill him, as he had seemed like the decent type. But…that was the way business went. There couldn’t be any feelings or emotional ties in this game, so she just shrugged it off. Couldn’t be helped anyway. At Qator’s question, she inclined her head a bit, catching his gaze with somewhat of an amused expression. “Oh yeah, of course we do.”

She didn’t like the words of the second one though, whatever he called himself. Cocking a brow, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “You have the most hair that needs oiling.”, she pointed out even as her gaze snapped back to Rosch. “I think that satisfied my desire to talk, eh Qator?” Sliding her helmet back on, Qun’mi crouched down lightly while her daggers appeared from thin air into her hands. “We aren’t going anywhere with our tails between our legs. I’d say you need to put your money where your mouth is.”

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Words:; 798
Muse:; Good!
Tagged:; Rygdea, Yaag, Qator
Location:; I'm sure you know the place by now
Outfit:; Normal
Notes:; I...wasn't sure who Qun'mi was going to battle, so I decided to not have her attack anyone in this post XD
Listening To:;[/color] Breaking the Habit - Linkin Park