Streets of Theremal

[Kriven]

Rahjil twisted and looked behind him. There was no sign of anybody. He had not been followed, and he had been careful not to leave heavy tracks. His wings had made this a much easier task than it could have been without them. Though flying was too risky, as it would easily give away his position, his wings hung low enough to the ground and generated enough force to brush his path off the face of Yalmin.

The rusted lock clattered open, and the door groaned mournfully as it swung away. Rahjil had wanted to be more quiet, as the children were often sleeping by this hour, but there was no way to silence the entry. Which was truly all the better should an imperial soldier or one of their MagiTech sentries have followed him home.

He crept through the door and clicked the lock shut behind him. Silently he tiptoed through the dug-out corridors, eager to report to his superior and return to a place of slumber.

CLNK! CLNK! CLNK!

The noise was unmistakable. The clanking footsteps of a Centurion Sentry.

How could one be in the bunker? What has happened to my fellows? Perhaps the sentry hasn't reached the inner sanctum. Maybe they've fallen back to hold out against it.

But deep in his heart, he knew this wasn't so.

[toby]

Kestra watched the angel open the lock, and the door, to certain doom. She had been staking out the bunker for hours now, per her orders, and now was her chance. Her contractor was mysterious, requesting she ensure the angel's death but never showing his face. The gravelly words rang in her head, "Don't trust that hulking beast. Run him through yourself." She shivered. This was only her second assassination, and it wasn't much easier - if the pay wasn't so good, she may not've taken it at all. The others inside had just been pawns, faceless creatures easy to kill, but she had studied Rahjil. She knew his training, his life - or what was left of it. And she knew he would come here.

After letting the sentry in, she had perched on the roof and waited. As the door swung shut, she paused a few seconds to let the angel get away from it, then sprang into action. Sliding down the gutter on her rooftop perch, she ran across the street, as silent as a shadow. Checking behind her, she removed from her bag two small needles and set to work with the lock.

[Kriven]

This one's for the knights!

The night had been kind to the ironclad soldiers. There had been little in the ways of criminals, and much in the ways of ale. Many of them, drunk and teetering, were ready to turn in when the orders came raining down the ranks. A rebel base had been located by one of the sentry units. All able-bodied soldiers were to locate the sentry's beacon and lay immediate siege to the bunker!

[Dr.lightbulb]

Miles was causally walking down the dark, abondon street till he stopped and pulled off the beret on his head. Closing his eyes, his two sharply pointed ears twitched and slowely moved, picking up any odd sounds whispers or any abnormal sound in the dark. After a minute miles put back his beret on his head and continued his stroll up to the bunker.

Word from high command stated that there was a rebel bunker up ahead and everyone to go after it. Miles really disliked going in to enemy bunkers, last time he did he lost his hat and the solder who called him "pointy" got a bloody nose as a reward and miles was to start to patrol the streets.

Almost to the rebel bunker, miles crouched and with little noise procced ahead. Quiet as a cat he thought, and hopefully he wouldent need to do any fighting.

[NinjaElephant]

Harrow looked at his drunk companions as they stumbled across the streets. They were laughing and boasting about the simplicity of the rebellion soldiers, how this conquest would be easier than slaughtering a half-orc child. He decided that once their conversation shifted to half-breeds in general that it might be in his best interest to stop listening, lest he force-feed one soldier the other's intestines.

Stepping away from the crowd, Harrow noticed how quiet this night was. Most nights in Theremal were loud, and filled with cries of the hopeless. Tonight, there was only muffled talking from tenements, nothing largely disruptive. light scattered down between imposing buildings, and the streets were mostly empty as well. Something was amiss.

The large man continued down the cobble roads, knowing the path to the rebel base all too well. He had, in fact, known about the base for days, but felt no need to lay siege to it if he was not commanded to. Harrow saw no real reason to fight the rebellion, most of what they stood for was just for the good of the people. But, he needed paying work, and fighting corruption generally had a non-existent salary. His steps became louder as his internal conflict built. It was not a problem however; stealth was not his prerogative, as most things that could hear Harrow did not pose much of a threat to him.

As the base came into view, Harrow noticed that there was a lone guard standing outside the base. He was a small elf with a spear, no more than four feet tall. His posture suggested immense fear, and harmlessness, but any guard would alert the base if attacked. While normally he didn't need to worry about such things, an entire rebellion force could give him a run for his money. With a bit of a frown, Harrow grabbed a nearby lamppost and swung, using it to hurl himself towards the "guard". He then shifted his body, bringing his steel arm forward and tearing the head of the elf clean off. He then proceeded to crash into the front of the base, alerting all rebels to his presence. Harrow began hating himself, for he had committed an unnecessary killing. He would repent later, now was the time to do his job.

[toby]

Kestra heard the loud crash from around the corner and immediately took off, sprinting down the hall at an incredible rate. Already familiar with the bunker's layout from her previous visit, she tore towards the center. As she got closer she could hear the sentry's clanking foot steps, and took to the piped ceiling. Her first attempt to grab hold was cut short as she touched the scalding metal - the steam pipe was cleverly disguised, having no warnings or markings. Again she tried, this time being more successful with an cooler surface. She scrambled along, every second moving closer to her only ally.

[Dr.lightbulb]

Mile jumped when he saw a large figure take out the guard and went crashing in to the front of the bunker, well so much for sneaking he thought. Miles broke to a full run to the front of the bunker, almost slipping on the blood that was splattered from a headless body.
What ever came crashing through here must have been big...
seeing the size of the hole in the front of the bunker and the bodies that had perished in a rain of rubble, Miles can hear peaple inside cursing and what ever came throught man or tank.
Miles' ears twitched and sensed someone was near, where?
behind you a little voice sung
jumping forward miles ,(just missed getting his head broke in), left hand pulling out his rapier, spun to the right and shot forward stabbing his assalient in the chest.
The figure dropped it's club, cough, then went limp. Miles pulled his sword out of the limp figure and looked at the bunker, so much for stealth , he muttered and dashed in to the crumpled building.

[toby]

Kestra quickly approached the sentry. It was wandering through the halls, slowly creaking towards the center of the bunker. She jumped up, rebounded off the wall, and perched on its shoulder for a moment before deciding the low headroom was uncomfortable and sliding onto its back. Uncaring of the friendly passenger the metal beast walked on, Kestra watching behind them for the attackers she knew were coming. They weren't part of the plan, and while they surely wanted to destroy the base, she needed evidence of her target's death. If the razed and burned the place, she wouldn't be so lucky. Realizing her ride was too slow she jumped off and, muttering a few words, took off down the hall. The sentry turned on the spot and hunkered down, taking up almost all of the space in the one hallway to the sanctum, prepared to stop all who tried to pass.

[toby]

"Dammit" Daniel muttered.

He had picked the wrong night to go out as a messenger - or maybe the right one. As the his drop off point came into view, so did the knights. And the massive hole in the front of the rebel bunker. He had been here only once before and was unfamiliar with its residents, but his heart was clenched by an icy hand.

How the hell did they find this place?.

Plans began to form, swirling through his head. A crash came from inside the bunker. Daniel ran along the back alleyways, and eventually laid eyes on a large crate with a sightline to the bunker. Quietly he reached into his satchel and removed a bullet, pressing it to his lips before laying it in the chamber. He drew another, put it, too, to his lips, and held it in his hand. Steadying the rifle on the crate he fired, and a moment later a guard fell. He loaded again and waited a moment as two more guards appeared, and stood over the body. The looked around trying to find him as he pulled the trigger. A small secondary explosion, not unlike the gunshot he just fired, came from where they stood, and the two guards fell, their bodies full of shrapnel. Quickly he drew three more bullets, and aiming carefully at a rooftop across the way, he detonated each one. The few remaining guards looked about quizzically, trying to determine which noise to follow. Quickly and efficiently he placed bullets in their skulls and necks, picking the weak points in the armor carefully, until only one remained. Never taking the barrel off him, he approached slowly and cautiously.

"How did you find this place?"

The guard looked up, eyes wide with fear.

"I don't know...I...I'm just a guard...please, I have a family."

"So did I." Daniel muttered, pressing the barrel to the man's helmet and pulling the trigger.

"Now to business." He said as he walked towards the gaping wound in the bunker, accelerating with each step.

[toby]

You guys dissapoint me

Nate can delete this if he wants. I'm just voicing my opinion.