Attack on Sanctuary

[bravenewmods]

It’s just after midnight when the column arrives outside of Sanctuary, shrouded in darkness under the pitch black of a new moon. Bordered by mountains to the north, the city has two primary gates to the West and the East, both of which are shut tight with massive oaken doors, centuries old and further secured with an antique portcullis. The city itself is surrounded by walls of stone, easily one-fourth the height of those found in Union and about twice the height of many of the homes, sturdy stone buildings with triangular roofs, about the same size as Calderan homes. Like Union, there are many towers within the city, but unlike Union, the towers are cold, aloof structures that stand alone with no connection to the other towers. The city itself is stone, cold, gray, and unfeeling, with small drops of light from streetlamps which line the streets, emitting an eerie blue-white glow. This is Sanctuary. Home of the Magi, conquered by Gigas for forty years. This is the city that must be reclaimed.

[OOC: If you did not choose to take the Pokeballs (you don’t have to have affirmed in an NPC thread, it’s entirely up to the character), they may have either 1 large Pokemon or 2 small Pokemon. A large Pokemon is classified as any Pokemon that is 4’ tall or long per the official Pokedex guidelines, anything smaller is considered a small Pokemon. Without the aid of Pokeballs the Pokemon will be required to be out and active throughout the log, and will not be able to be recalled or sent away if they are injured and must be carried if knocked out. As always, please limit yourself to 2 major actions in the log, and declare all Pokemon accompanying you in your first tag to a log. As always, to keep the logs moving, we will be responding every 24 hours.]

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Mission # 2: Gilgamesh, Banzu and Pearl

[bravenewmods]

A makeshift tent was erected a few miles south of the Sanctuary border, an unassuming encampment. The supplies were taken from Gigan troops, although how their group came about them was hard to say--one could make the assumption, of course, but it was not outwardly talked about.

It took a few hours for the command center to be put together proper, and even then it was a bit haphazard. Still, it would do. Maeve looked over the handiwork, giving everything a curt nod, before she turned toward the volunteers. "All right, so this is how this will go down." She gestured toward one of the machines; "We'll be using these to communicate to anyone in the city. Normally the Warp Bands wouldn't work, which is why Ryuuko was asked to help. But, through a bit of ingenuity, we've managed to get some kind of signal to them.

"It's shoddy at best, but we'll be a direct line to the troops in the city. They won't be able to see us, and we won't be able to see them, but they can report back to us with what they find. We've got Calderan experts here to help get you the info you need. If you hear anything off, or if someone transmits something through, let me or somebody else know, we'll tell you what you need."

Maeve scratches her cheek a bit, in thought. "There's a chance we might have some interference, but we'll cross that bridge if it comes to it. I need somebody manning this thing at all times. Any volunteers for first watch?"

[[OOC: The command center will act as a means to get information to other groups. People in separate missions are encouraged to post here with what they see, and characters in this mission will be given information to give back to them.]]

[schmott_guy]

[Despite taking some pokeballs, Gil did not use them. His Scyther is here with him, if that ever becomes relevant.]

"I can go first, I guess. And last. As long as I can get food and tea I can probably just power through the whole trip." Gil said, absentmindedly. He was more interested in the command center itself. He wandered around, poking at everything, including the things you probably shouldn't be poking.

Thank you, Void!

[untalented]

[There is a stranger in your midst, volunteers from Union. He is a slim young man with an oddly quiet demeanor who had been waiting for others to arrive. With nothing else left to lose in this cold city, Waver Velvet had officially volunteered himself to help with the resistance efforts.

Stealing books could only go so far in the grander scheme, after all.

Due to his particular (lack of) skills, he had been sent to the one place where he might not immediately run into problems.]

If that's the case, then I'll go second.

[He spoke quietly, notably uncertain, but there was a serious look in his eyes. He might not look like much more than a skinny teen, but it was clear that he was no stranger to late nights and long hours.]

24 hour progression!

[bnw_sheepy_npcs]

"No, you won't," Maeve looked toward Gil roughly. What was it with you Union folks and overextending yourselves? She just didn't get it. "You'll take turns just like everybody else. We're all in this together, the last thing we need is a glory houndour."

The Seeker cast a glance at Waver. He must have been the one they briefed her about, the resistance member from Sanctuary. She would be curious to hear how he got out, but that was for another time. "All right, good." Maeve nodded.

"It'll probably be a bit quiet at first, as people are moving into position. Stay vigilant, fighting could start at any time."

[schmott_guy]

"'m not trying to be a spotlight hog. I can just go for a long time without sleeping. Why does everyone have so much trouble accepting that?"

Really though he was more or less just talking to himself. This line of conversation never tended to go anywhere useful.

OOC Note

[bravenewmods]

Waver will be joining this log.

Mission 1

[schmott_guy]

Gil Eavesdropped on his fellow Unionites arguing with the Gigan representative.

"Doesn't sound like they're doing too well in there, does it?"

Mission 1

[untalented]

"Did anyone think it actually would go well? If it was easy as negotiating, this would have been over a long time ago."

Waver was listening in as well, a thoughtful look on his face. As much as people wanted a non-violent resolution, he knew for fact that it just didn't work out that easily in reality.

Mission 1

[bnw_sheepy_npcs]

Standing behind the two men, Maeve put a hand on her hip. "Yikes, Valeria huh? Man, I don't envy those guys? Let's see what the old firebrand has to say."

Listening in for a few moments, the younger woman stopped in her tracks. Face paling, she practically pushed Waver out of the way--sorry, she probably couldn't move Gil, given his size. "Out of the way."

Did she just hear her right? Were they--no, she must have misheard her. There was no way something like that was happening, especially under their own noses. Maeve swore under her breath. "Hold off on responding for now. See what else she has to say. Looks like there's more to all of this than we thought."

Mission 1

[untalented]

Its perfectly okay for Maeve to push Waver aside-- he's well aware that he's pretty small for his age, and was too distracted by what was going on with the discussion on the other side of the feed to really care.

"R-right," he replied, absently. This was all new information, something that was hidden away somewhere where only those in the know could have access. What was the truth supposed to be anymore?

Mission 10

[schmott_guy]

"Does anyone know what's under those robes? Artificial human soldiers? Human/Pokemon hybrids? Automaton bombs? What can Magi do? Do you think they'll let me take a look at their weapon after we're all done here?"

He wasn't focused on the right thing here at all.

[bnw_sheepy_npcs]

"No clue," Maeve admitted, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've never asked, actually. That's not really something you ask about, 'Hey let me see what you keep under your robes,' seems pretty improper, right? Then again, it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to check."

"As for what Magi can do, they're pretty similar to Enlightened, but have to memorize things first before they can do them. It's a pretty inefficient system if you ask me."

To his third question, Maeve made a face. "Maybe? I don't know, they're pretty protective of their stuff. Seriously, is that what you should be focusing on right now? This is a serious mission, not some joy ride here, Gil."

[outtahere]

"You should probably keep your weapon put away until after this is over, Gil."

To Maeve: "Sounds kinda like how my Smeargle uses Sketch - no real moves of his own but copying moves he's seen."

[bnw_sheepy_npcs]

"Not really, no." Maeve started. "How to explain? They don't actually have to see something to do it. They aren't copying things, but figuring out new ways to use their powers. It's a lot more complicated than I'm making it out to be, of course, but I'm not a Magi myself. You'd probably have to ask one of them how they do it."

Mission 5/9

[schmott_guy]

Gil yanked his headset off at the overwhelming sound of a pokemon stampede.

"So much for stealth."

[outtahere]

Banzu for his part just spins the volume control down a chunk.

"Hopefully it'll be a good distraction at least, draw some soldiers away from everyone else."

[schmott_guy]

He put the headset back on and flipped through the other channels.

"Are there any of these that HAVEN'T led to chaos and noise?"

Mission 3

[untalented]

Waver was listening in as well, paying attention to the feed from the streets. It was hard to tell everything that was happening without visual input, but the information they did have was plain enough.

"Things sound really bad on the streets..."

The fragile quiet of the night had been broken by shouts and the distorted sound of gunfire. If Waver sounded uneasy, that's because he was; he hadn't expected anything to ever reach this level.

[hallacious]

[The shouting and abject chaos in the streets of Sanctuary make it difficult to decipher any verbal efforts to calm everyone down - but if someone's listening closely, they'll hear Ishimaru telling the story of the Savior in utter desperation. There's something odd about it, though. Emphasis is getting placed on unusual words in his sentences, and some almost seem convolutedly constructed around those words.

"Violence."

"Fear."

"All of us."

"Help."

"Please."]

[untalented]

[Waver doesn't know you, stranger. He doesn't know Union, and he doesn't know your stories at all...

But he knows what absolute terror sounded like. Just listening to the cacaphony that had erupted on the feed was enough to still the young man in his own fear-- fear for those out there, fear for what could become of the city--]

Please keep yourself safe, [He whispered, and stepped away from the line.]

I need one of you guys over here, right now.

[The uncertainty was plain in his voice. He had no idea how to advise in this situation.]

Mission 8

[footprints_on_your_face]

This is Chie Satonaka with Mission Team 8! We're in the prisoner compound, but there are five ways to go. A staircase going down all the way on the left, and one going up all the way on the right. There are torches in the second to left, dark in the middle, and a gate over the second to right passage. Celito says there are people down the far left and middle passages, but we don't know which one is the prisoners. Do you guys have any information on this place before we split up?

[bnw_wighty_npcs]

If not, just pick one or two at random and sound confident about it; you can blame it on miscommunication later if it doesn't work out.

[Mission control probably doesn't have any information on the secretive prison, but at least they could get more opinions in.]

[bnw_sheepy_npcs]

Five? Haven't these guys ever heard of doing things the easy way? Let me see what I can do.

[ It takes a moment before Maeve responds. ]

I hate to say it, but we don't have much. I have blueprints from when this place was first being built, so I can kind of guess where you are, but other than that I've got no clue. I can't help you here.

I'd say go with what my brother says. You can blame it on crummy orders from your fearless leader here if it doesn't work out. He probably won't steer you wrong.

[flying_chains]

Chie! I've been distracting them outside, but I've lost track of where you all went. Do you think you can make some kind of signal to show me where you are so I can rejoin you?

[footprints_on_your_face]

[Chie is dealing with some challenges of her own right now, so the response comes through rather indistinct and crackly. Only a few words are clear.]

Morgia...

...middle...

...quickly!