open log » ❝ mission : assyrian village ❞

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: 115 CE
Location: A small Assyrian village.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: All transports are successfully ported back in time to Mesopotamia, where they are fighting an onslaught of Roman soldiers whose intent is to conquer and overtake an Assyrian village. Transports are to help protect this village from the invading Roman military.
Warnings: Violence, war.

When the Transports arrive in Assyria, they are likely to experience several minutes of nausea and disorientation. Once they take in their surroundings, they find themselves amidst rolling plains. It is spring, and the hills are green from the seasonal rains. Irrigation ditches and small rivers cut through the land, flowing with water. When the summer comes, the areas not closely adjacent to these sources of water will become dry and arid, but right now the land is covered with small crops along with flowers, clover, and a scattering of small trees. Higher hills can be seen in the distance.

The sky is grey with gathering clouds, and the air feels warm and humid, with only a slight wind. Before long, it begins raining, causing the wet ground to turn to clay-like mud that clings to one's feet.

The village itself is composed of small buildings made of adobe bricks, built on a hillside. A wall surrounds the settlement. The Transports are able to make their way into the village without problem, as the cloaking devices makes them appear as Assyrian villagers themselves.

The Major-General leads them into the village so that they may assume a defensive position before the Romans arrive. If one chose to explore, they would find that the village was primarily agricultural, with little weapons to be found, but many farming tools that could be implemented as such. If any who possess superhuman abilities attempt to utilize those powers extensively, they will discover that they become exhausted quite quickly. However, there is little time to explore, as it is only thirty minutes after their initial arrival that the Romans can be seen approaching over a nearby hill.

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THE AFTERMATH

[initiatesnpc]

After five extensive days of battle, the Roman legions have been defeated. What is left of the five-thousand soldiers that have ransacked and done their worst to this small Assyrian village have retreated, leaving the dead and wounded strewn upon the cracked and drying mud. The rains have cleared up, leaving the village worse for wear, shaken, and their grounds coated with dried blood. It is nearly sunset as the once-fortified militia makes its way into the distance, and you are standing in a sea of destruction. However, you are successful. Your mission has been a success, and Major-General Silas Sterngate is praising your efforts and shouting as he makes his way through the village, assessing what is left of the transport population. You may be injured, and your skills from your own world feel weakened -- drained. Silas' words are distant as you wait for him to come to your side. He's doing something -- he's got a device in his hand, and he's linking it against the cloaking bands that are strapped around the transports' wrists.

You're watching, dazed, as the Major-General begins to make his way closer to you. You notice that for each time he links his own tool with the cloaking bands, the transport contacted disappears in an abrupt shock of light. It is only moments until he's made his way to you. He shakes your hand, meets your eyes with a grizzled grin and taps your cloaking bracer with no words spoken. That same shock of light flashes around you -- blinds your vision temporarily, before you find yourself dropped easily onto the same transportation platform that had sent you back into this humid past. Fellow transports are arriving one-by-one around you, all forty-five transport plates lighting up with the arrival of the weak and wounded victors. They stumble back into that same gymnasium that occupied everyone during the briefing; exhausted, hungry, but with returning strength.

As you step into the fray of fellow transports, there are men and women lined up in delicate white robes to greet you -- to treat your injuries, and take you to the Infirmary if necessary. You may notice in your arrival that your weapon has shifted in some way; if it is a physical weapon, small and minute changes may be visible. It has deciphered your needs and it has aided you in your battles, and its changes have not reversed. The same goes for the more abstract of weapons, their newly-garnered strengths maintained even in your trip back to your future. Transports continue to arrive in your stead, and the atmosphere is a quiet and solemn one as transports recover from their battles and are assisted by the Initiative. You are left to your own devices here, where you're able to reconvene with your companions as you need, heal as you wish, and take a long moment to relax.

[timelike]

Dave sits with John, worry apparent in every line of his body. His small wounds have been attended to, as has John's more serious injury. He eyes the bandage.

"Are you sure you're okay, dude? That cut was pretty bad."

[hammerkind]

"Uh, yeah dude. I am pretty sure!" John rolls his eyes, even though he's still slightly shaky and feeling just a touch faint. The blood loss wasn't even close to fatal, but John doesn't take even drawing blood very well. "You are acting like I fell and stabbed myself straight through or something. ... It's really weird. Are you okay, Dave?"

[timelike]

Dave doesn't really buy it, but he's too physically and emotionally exhausted to argue.

"I'm fine, bro. I just got scratches, no big deal."

[hammerkind]

He scratches at the back of his head. "Yeah, well, that's basically what I got too. So don't worry like a dumbass. It is completely uncool. You are uncool."

[timelike]

Dave shoves at John's head, gently. "Don't try to distract me by denying my obvious coolness, John. It wasn't just a scratch. You were bleeding a fuckton."

[hammerkind]

"And you are worried! What happened to being like, unfeeling and cold and stuff. Like a cool person." John is fwapping his hand away, and he manages to grin.

[timelike]

"Shit man, even the coolest of cool kids is allowed to worry about his best bro sometimes. Otherwise he's just a dick." He's starting to feel a little exposed, though, so he backs off.

[hammerkind]

And John doesn't pursue it further. He just laughs, and he looks around the room at everyone else. "Man, it looks like everyone else is in rough shape too... I'm glad you're okay, man. You could have gotten stabbed dragging me off."

[timelike]

"Yeah, I guess. I couldn't leave you to faint from bloodloss like a little girl though." He laughs it off. He's still pretty worried though. John looks a bit pale, he thinks.

[hammerkind]

"Hey, I was not going to pass out!" John protests weakly. He doesn't really have the energy for it. "I am tired, I think I want to go take a bath and then go sleep."

[timelike]

Dave pats John's shoulder awkwardly. "I feel you, bro. I think they'll be sending us home soon."