The Year is 2010, the UN has formed an independent organization from troops drawn from its member states under the command of the United Nations Security Council. Its purpose, to prepare for and combat threats outside the scope and ability of individual nation states.
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Beyond the Pale (Canon)
@BOTcommander An omake idea, not sure how good it is or how to submit it....
Omake: Beyond the PALE
I don't know how military email addresses for organisations work so I came up with 'cmddowrgtmunadse' for Command Element, Duke of Wellington Regiment, Multi-National Division South-East - MUNADSE was a mainly British group operating in southeast Iraq from 2003 to 2009 IOTL, so I'm assuming it would have continued operations in this timeline. 1st Battalion of The Duke of Wellington's Regiment was one of the British military units to take part in Operation Telic, the British military operation in Iraq from the initial invasion from 2003 onwards.
Omake: Beyond the PALE
From: garrettyk@undc.gov.au
To: cmddowrgtmunadse@undc.gov.au
Subject: PALE Measures
Sirs,
This email is sent in response to Regimental Command's email of 14th November 2011 soliciting feedback from enlisted and non-commissioned ranks regarding suggestions to improve operational effectiveness and reduce casualties in the case of a recurrence of the events of 19th March 2011. (As per previous orders from Regiment Command efforts to discourage usage of the term 'Wolf Night' by enlisted ranks have been halted, as widespread media use of the term has made such efforts fruitless). Also as per orders from Regiment Command use of the terms 'lycans', 'werewolves' and 'lycanthropes' to describe the entities engaged on 19th March 2011 has been halted in internal communications, replaced by LEOs (Lunar Enhanced Opponents).
As a result of consultation with my unit's personnel we forward the following suggestions for Provisional Anti-Lycanthrope Engagement measures.
* Increased Infantry Firepower
After Action Reports from engagements in Tehran, Shiraz, Tarin Kowt, Baghdad, Fallujah and other AOs as well as our own operations in Basra and Nasiriyah all report the ineffectiveness of standard infantry weapons against LEOs on March 19. Standard 5.56mm rounds from L85 and M4 assault rifles as well as M249 / FN Minimi / C9 squad automatic weapons proved to have minimal effect at best, as did 5.45mm rounds from AK-74 assault rifles. 7.62 x 51mm NATO semi-automatic rounds from M39 and L129A1 designated marksman rifles were observed to cause some damage to LEO targets only to be shrugged off by LEO enhanced healing. One video recording from the Baghdad engagement (see relevant attached file) shows a US Marine marksman emptying a twenty-round magazine from his M39 into a LEO after it had already sustained significant damage, finally bringing the target down after scoring no fewer than seven head shots. General-purpose machine guns firing 7.62x51mm NATO rounds, such as the M240 and L7A2, were able to bring down LEO targets with sustained and concentrated fire, a difficult feat in built-up areas or terrain with medium or greater cover due to the observed speed of LEOs in a sprint.
At close range 12 gauge shotguns were observed to have noticeable effects against LEO targets. On the evening of March 19 a UNDC combat unit had prepared for a night-time raid against a suspected insurgent safehouse in Kirkuk, Iraq, however their mission was interrupted by the assault on the base where they were stationed. Taking up positions on the defensive line the team, including two members armed with M1014 shotguns for door-breaching duty in the raid, engaged the LEO assailants. Surviving footage showed the shotguns inflicted significant damage to the LEOs. Also on the night of March 19 an insurgent force of LEOs attacked an Iraqi Federal Police barracks in the city of Tal Afar, Iraq. A number of Federal Police officers who survived the initial attack retreated to the barracks armoury to gather weapons to defend themselves. CCT footage retrieved from the barracks recorded them using weapons retrieved from the armoury, including a number of M1014 and Remington 870 shotguns to engage in combat against the LEOs. The shotguns proved most effective against the LEOs, however none of the Federal Police officers at the barracks survived for debriefing by UNDC personnel.
Recommendations - Plans to roll out the Galil ACE assault rifle as the standard UNDC combat weapon for purposes of standardisation have been proceeding slowly. in a way this is a good thing as the 5.56mm round used by the standard Galil platform is ineffective against LEO targets, even deployed en masse. However the Galil ACE 52 variant is chambered for the 7.62x51mm NATO round, which has shown to be effective against LEOs subjected to sustained fire from general purpose machine guns. While equipping each soldier in the field with an M240 or L7A2 machine gun is impossible due to weight constraints, it is possible that concentrated fire of an entire eight-man squad equipped with 7.62mm NATO-chambered rifles focusing fire on a single target would be sufficient to disable or kill a LEO. Accordingly we should recommend to UNDC Command, General Merin and Director Sokolov himself in the strongest terms possible that the deployment of the Galil ACE should be focused exclusively on the ACE 52 configuration and accelerated as greatly as possible.
An additional reason for this recommendation is that the Galil ACE, like many modern assault rifles, mounts MIL-STD-1913 Picatinny rails on the forestock, including one on the underside which permits the attachment of underbarrel weapons. With the noted effectiveness of shotguns at close range against LEOs in the Kirkuk and Tal Afar actions mentioned above the issue of underbarrel mounted shotguns such as the American M26 to our troops would be possible, especially with deployment of the Galil ACE 52 as outlined above. A standard eight-man section is issued with a general purpose machine gun, a designated marksman rifle and six assault rifles, two of which also mount an underbarrel grenade launcher. The addition of M26 underbarrel shotgun units to the remaining four riflemen would greatly increase the close-rang firepower of the standard infantry section.
* Vehicular Support
While the terms of reference for the PALE initiative is limited to measures increasing the effectiveness of infantry the effect of armoured and airborne support on the events of 19th March cannot be denied. Vehicular weaponry proved quite effective against LEOs due to the armoured protection of vehicles, the mobility of those vehicles, and the sheer firepower of those weapons. Fixed heavy weapons such as the Browning M2 mechine gun and automatic grenade launchers such as the Mark 19 and the Heckler and Koch GMG greatly aided the defences of our bases against the LEOs, but defences do not win wars. Heavy weapons such as the autocannons mounted on Warrior, Bradley and BMP infantry fighting vehicles and Apache and Tiger attack helicopters, and even the main cannons mounted on the M1 Abrams tanks which took part in the Baghdad skirmish, proved devastating against LEOs. The combination of heavy armament, high mobility and protection means that armoured vehicles will prove decisive against this foe.
Recommendations - Attack helicopters like the Apache can respond quickly and loiter over the battlefield, ready to bring their armament to bear, Light vehicles such as the Humvee and our new Patria APCs are potentially still vulnerable to the claws of LEOs, yet still plentiful and armed. Main battle tanks like the M1 Abrams which saw action in Baghdad are heavily armed and armoured yet slow to respond. Different types of combat vehicles combine speed, firepower and armour in different ways, and we can leverage these by training of our troops and officers to understand these differences and adjust for them in a tactical environment.
* Non-Lethal Munitions
With the rapid healing and resistance to damage of the LEOs being readily apparent it may be considered ironic that some of the weapons which appear to have greatest effect are classed as less lethal weapons. The CCT footage recovered from the Tal Afar barracks showed two Federal Police officers using pepper spray aerosols against LEOs, one at least one CS gas grenade was employed in the same incident, all of which had observable effects on LEO combatants. During the attack on the Kirkuk base UNDC troops deployed stun grenades against LEOs on several occasions, with the bright flash and loud detonation of such grenades noticeably disorienting enemy combatants.
Recommendations - Non-lethal munitions such as stun grenades and tear gas are readily available for UNDC forces for use in crowd control and other specialised applications. Tear gas is even used in basic training of recruits by the armed forces of many UN member nations, and it is readily used in crowd control applications by both military and law-enforcement agencies, and even for self-defence by civilians. However its use in open warfare is forbidden by the Geneva Protocol of 1925, which prohibits "asphyxiating gas, or any other kind of gas, liquids, substances or similar materials." Considering the greatly diminished effect of standard infantry weapons against LEOs the possible use of tear gas on the battlefield may be a matter to be considered by the United Nations Security Council in the case of future combat against these opponents.
Regards,
Lt Colonel Keith Garretty
1st Battalion, Duke of Wellington's Regiment
To: cmddowrgtmunadse@undc.gov.au
Subject: PALE Measures
Sirs,
This email is sent in response to Regimental Command's email of 14th November 2011 soliciting feedback from enlisted and non-commissioned ranks regarding suggestions to improve operational effectiveness and reduce casualties in the case of a recurrence of the events of 19th March 2011. (As per previous orders from Regiment Command efforts to discourage usage of the term 'Wolf Night' by enlisted ranks have been halted, as widespread media use of the term has made such efforts fruitless). Also as per orders from Regiment Command use of the terms 'lycans', 'werewolves' and 'lycanthropes' to describe the entities engaged on 19th March 2011 has been halted in internal communications, replaced by LEOs (Lunar Enhanced Opponents).
As a result of consultation with my unit's personnel we forward the following suggestions for Provisional Anti-Lycanthrope Engagement measures.
* Increased Infantry Firepower
After Action Reports from engagements in Tehran, Shiraz, Tarin Kowt, Baghdad, Fallujah and other AOs as well as our own operations in Basra and Nasiriyah all report the ineffectiveness of standard infantry weapons against LEOs on March 19. Standard 5.56mm rounds from L85 and M4 assault rifles as well as M249 / FN Minimi / C9 squad automatic weapons proved to have minimal effect at best, as did 5.45mm rounds from AK-74 assault rifles. 7.62 x 51mm NATO semi-automatic rounds from M39 and L129A1 designated marksman rifles were observed to cause some damage to LEO targets only to be shrugged off by LEO enhanced healing. One video recording from the Baghdad engagement (see relevant attached file) shows a US Marine marksman emptying a twenty-round magazine from his M39 into a LEO after it had already sustained significant damage, finally bringing the target down after scoring no fewer than seven head shots. General-purpose machine guns firing 7.62x51mm NATO rounds, such as the M240 and L7A2, were able to bring down LEO targets with sustained and concentrated fire, a difficult feat in built-up areas or terrain with medium or greater cover due to the observed speed of LEOs in a sprint.
At close range 12 gauge shotguns were observed to have noticeable effects against LEO targets. On the evening of March 19 a UNDC combat unit had prepared for a night-time raid against a suspected insurgent safehouse in Kirkuk, Iraq, however their mission was interrupted by the assault on the base where they were stationed. Taking up positions on the defensive line the team, including two members armed with M1014 shotguns for door-breaching duty in the raid, engaged the LEO assailants. Surviving footage showed the shotguns inflicted significant damage to the LEOs. Also on the night of March 19 an insurgent force of LEOs attacked an Iraqi Federal Police barracks in the city of Tal Afar, Iraq. A number of Federal Police officers who survived the initial attack retreated to the barracks armoury to gather weapons to defend themselves. CCT footage retrieved from the barracks recorded them using weapons retrieved from the armoury, including a number of M1014 and Remington 870 shotguns to engage in combat against the LEOs. The shotguns proved most effective against the LEOs, however none of the Federal Police officers at the barracks survived for debriefing by UNDC personnel.
Recommendations - Plans to roll out the Galil ACE assault rifle as the standard UNDC combat weapon for purposes of standardisation have been proceeding slowly. in a way this is a good thing as the 5.56mm round used by the standard Galil platform is ineffective against LEO targets, even deployed en masse. However the Galil ACE 52 variant is chambered for the 7.62x51mm NATO round, which has shown to be effective against LEOs subjected to sustained fire from general purpose machine guns. While equipping each soldier in the field with an M240 or L7A2 machine gun is impossible due to weight constraints, it is possible that concentrated fire of an entire eight-man squad equipped with 7.62mm NATO-chambered rifles focusing fire on a single target would be sufficient to disable or kill a LEO. Accordingly we should recommend to UNDC Command, General Merin and Director Sokolov himself in the strongest terms possible that the deployment of the Galil ACE should be focused exclusively on the ACE 52 configuration and accelerated as greatly as possible.
An additional reason for this recommendation is that the Galil ACE, like many modern assault rifles, mounts MIL-STD-1913 Picatinny rails on the forestock, including one on the underside which permits the attachment of underbarrel weapons. With the noted effectiveness of shotguns at close range against LEOs in the Kirkuk and Tal Afar actions mentioned above the issue of underbarrel mounted shotguns such as the American M26 to our troops would be possible, especially with deployment of the Galil ACE 52 as outlined above. A standard eight-man section is issued with a general purpose machine gun, a designated marksman rifle and six assault rifles, two of which also mount an underbarrel grenade launcher. The addition of M26 underbarrel shotgun units to the remaining four riflemen would greatly increase the close-rang firepower of the standard infantry section.
* Vehicular Support
While the terms of reference for the PALE initiative is limited to measures increasing the effectiveness of infantry the effect of armoured and airborne support on the events of 19th March cannot be denied. Vehicular weaponry proved quite effective against LEOs due to the armoured protection of vehicles, the mobility of those vehicles, and the sheer firepower of those weapons. Fixed heavy weapons such as the Browning M2 mechine gun and automatic grenade launchers such as the Mark 19 and the Heckler and Koch GMG greatly aided the defences of our bases against the LEOs, but defences do not win wars. Heavy weapons such as the autocannons mounted on Warrior, Bradley and BMP infantry fighting vehicles and Apache and Tiger attack helicopters, and even the main cannons mounted on the M1 Abrams tanks which took part in the Baghdad skirmish, proved devastating against LEOs. The combination of heavy armament, high mobility and protection means that armoured vehicles will prove decisive against this foe.
Recommendations - Attack helicopters like the Apache can respond quickly and loiter over the battlefield, ready to bring their armament to bear, Light vehicles such as the Humvee and our new Patria APCs are potentially still vulnerable to the claws of LEOs, yet still plentiful and armed. Main battle tanks like the M1 Abrams which saw action in Baghdad are heavily armed and armoured yet slow to respond. Different types of combat vehicles combine speed, firepower and armour in different ways, and we can leverage these by training of our troops and officers to understand these differences and adjust for them in a tactical environment.
* Non-Lethal Munitions
With the rapid healing and resistance to damage of the LEOs being readily apparent it may be considered ironic that some of the weapons which appear to have greatest effect are classed as less lethal weapons. The CCT footage recovered from the Tal Afar barracks showed two Federal Police officers using pepper spray aerosols against LEOs, one at least one CS gas grenade was employed in the same incident, all of which had observable effects on LEO combatants. During the attack on the Kirkuk base UNDC troops deployed stun grenades against LEOs on several occasions, with the bright flash and loud detonation of such grenades noticeably disorienting enemy combatants.
Recommendations - Non-lethal munitions such as stun grenades and tear gas are readily available for UNDC forces for use in crowd control and other specialised applications. Tear gas is even used in basic training of recruits by the armed forces of many UN member nations, and it is readily used in crowd control applications by both military and law-enforcement agencies, and even for self-defence by civilians. However its use in open warfare is forbidden by the Geneva Protocol of 1925, which prohibits "asphyxiating gas, or any other kind of gas, liquids, substances or similar materials." Considering the greatly diminished effect of standard infantry weapons against LEOs the possible use of tear gas on the battlefield may be a matter to be considered by the United Nations Security Council in the case of future combat against these opponents.
Regards,
Lt Colonel Keith Garretty
1st Battalion, Duke of Wellington's Regiment
I don't know how military email addresses for organisations work so I came up with 'cmddowrgtmunadse' for Command Element, Duke of Wellington Regiment, Multi-National Division South-East - MUNADSE was a mainly British group operating in southeast Iraq from 2003 to 2009 IOTL, so I'm assuming it would have continued operations in this timeline. 1st Battalion of The Duke of Wellington's Regiment was one of the British military units to take part in Operation Telic, the British military operation in Iraq from the initial invasion from 2003 onwards.
Company of Heroes Wolf Night UNDC (Noncanon)
Company of Heroes Wolf Night
UNDC
The UNDC was founded to both keep the Middle-east secure while looking into and dealing with the appearance of the Supernatural. They have a full modern air force, which proved to be critical in making up for the very lackluster kit of the ground forces and relative lack of infrastructure as they needed to secure the resources to function and build a framework for logistics all over the world, on top of dealing with the rising supernatural cases have left them strained even as the rare moon event put pressure to be prepared. When the GLA deployed supercharged werewolves on that night they really pushed back the defenders only to be stymied by both tanks, and urban fighting against forces with lots of explosives long enough for the scramble air force to deploy in force, marking the start of the conflict.UNDC
Advantages:
- Professional Military: They recruit from a large pool of professional soldiers and veterans, ensuring that they always have a highly skilled force at their disposal.
- Air Power: While other branches may be a bit under-equipped, the air force is fully equipped with modern plans, and they recently acquired enough ammo, fuel, and maintenance capacity to really start fielding them, giving lots of air power to call upon
- TANKS!: Even outdated and small in number, the only thing that can threaten them are dedicated anti-tank equipment and explosives, allowing them to hold the line pretty well.
- Military Surplus; Most of their ground forces are pretty much army surplus, outdated vehicles that are not as good as they could be.
- Limited logistics nd supplies: They are very resource limited, meaning that they are only able to support a limited amount of forces, especially the armor core.
The UNDC is a tough, defensive oriented versatile faction. At the start aggressively expanding both for the resources and the ability to set up both defenses and traps are crucial as the GLA gets very early access to werewolves which are very powerful assault troops that regenerates health very fast, meaning that especially early on, positioning, explosives and traps are needed to both take them out and prevent taking enough losses to become unable to deal with their more mundane forces. The Tanks are especially important due to the fact that while they don't have an easy time aiming at the person sized creature, they only need one solid shot and werewolves, even in their special super mode are simply unable to take out the heavily armored tanks, forcing the GLA to use more mundane means to try and deal with it. The UNDC endgame endgame, should you survive long enough gives large access to cheap bombing missions that can be used to punish any force concentration, even werewolves which will make things a lot easier and be a massive help in bringing the fight to the enemy.
A/N: I decided to do a little faction sheet thing for our forces as of the moon incident. Essentially, the idea is that the UNDC has better ground forces, but in game they would be more pricey to reflect the logistical problems, and the enemy werewolves would be a massive early game problem due to the infantry answer being lots of explosives as, since werewolves are known for their regeneration, depleting it very quickly is necessary, and as the game goes on, eventually with vehicles starting to roll out, the tank would help hold the line due to their cannon being noted at being able to kill a werewolf easily, if it hit, and having the armor to shrug off the moon enhanced werewolves. And of course, the late-game would be the very powerful air-force being able to come out in force which would be great against any mass attack, especially by werewolves. And of course in a late-game vs late-game, the UNDC would have the edge due to even the super mode not really being able to keep up with the relatively cheap airpower it brings to the table.
Edit:...Got the acronym wrong.
Edit 2: Fixed the acronym to be UNDC instead of UNDF
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At the UNDC RnD bureau desing rooms. [noncanon]
Omake
At the UNDC RnD bureau desing rooms.
Multiple people walked into the room, one of them pulled a stack of papers and starts to pin some papers to the board. After she is done she sits in one of the chairs
She begins to speak ,,I callled this brainstorming session to figure out how to provide mobile power to our Exosuits so people throw out some ideas no matter how crazy they may seem'' She sits down and one of the engineers stands up ,,One idea i thought about utilizing an an radioisotope generator generator to power it, particullary an direct charging one to make it as small as possible.'' An second enginner stands up and says ,,What would be the source?''
The first one replies ,,We could use Strontium-90 and if that is not enough we could use curium-244'' ,,And how would be contain the radiation ?'' ,,We could use microtherm insulation coupled with ant hermo eletric conversion unit incase of overflow since it would just heat up the outer layer'' The first speaker stands up ,,That is all and good but can we make this in sufficient enough numbers ?'' The first enginner responds ,,Probbably altought I do not know how economical it would but that would be a puzzle for the accounting department to figure out''
Some time passes in the disscusion where they figure out the details and how would the battery be composed internnaly.
The organizer begins talking ,,So we mostly figured the technical details of the battery but we missed how would it be connected to the exo suit'' ,,We could run a 400 volt cable from the outtake port and connect it into the main juction and secure it with plastic molds?''
,,Could work we just need to test it'' The first speaker stands up ,,The hour is growing late let us recovene tommorrow''
At the UNDC RnD bureau desing rooms.
Multiple people walked into the room, one of them pulled a stack of papers and starts to pin some papers to the board. After she is done she sits in one of the chairs
She begins to speak ,,I callled this brainstorming session to figure out how to provide mobile power to our Exosuits so people throw out some ideas no matter how crazy they may seem'' She sits down and one of the engineers stands up ,,One idea i thought about utilizing an an radioisotope generator generator to power it, particullary an direct charging one to make it as small as possible.'' An second enginner stands up and says ,,What would be the source?''
The first one replies ,,We could use Strontium-90 and if that is not enough we could use curium-244'' ,,And how would be contain the radiation ?'' ,,We could use microtherm insulation coupled with ant hermo eletric conversion unit incase of overflow since it would just heat up the outer layer'' The first speaker stands up ,,That is all and good but can we make this in sufficient enough numbers ?'' The first enginner responds ,,Probbably altought I do not know how economical it would but that would be a puzzle for the accounting department to figure out''
Some time passes in the disscusion where they figure out the details and how would the battery be composed internnaly.
The organizer begins talking ,,So we mostly figured the technical details of the battery but we missed how would it be connected to the exo suit'' ,,We could run a 400 volt cable from the outtake port and connect it into the main juction and secure it with plastic molds?''
,,Could work we just need to test it'' The first speaker stands up ,,The hour is growing late let us recovene tommorrow''
Convoy Duty [Canon]
- Location
- A haze of forgetfulness
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Convoy Duty
Fuckin' Sand. It never ends. You drive forwards and forwards for miles and miles and its absolutely anywhere. Nothing to look at, nothing to distract your mind. Just endless quantities of useless sand. And that's all Manuele could think as his UNDC Convoy drove through the Middle Eastern Countryside. The location on the map didn't much matter to Manuele, it was just another sandy area, in a country that functionally ceased to exist long ago. All that mattered was that GLA was out there, and they wanted Mikes convoy to not make it to its final destination. The convoy consisted of some beat up old Humvee's and two Patrias escorting some of those new MRK's loaded down with food and water. The base that they were headed to desperately needed more ammo to do anything more than sit on their asses and watch the sun crawl through the sky, but food and water was plenty fine. Maslow's Hierarchy was a little messed up out here in the Sandbox but it is what it is. Manuele checked his Galil for the fiftieth time in the past five minutes just to take his mind off the sand, when the radio in his Humvee squawked to life.
"Whiskey-1 this is Delta Base, message, over."
"Delta Base this is Whiskey-1, sent message, over."
"From Delta Base, GLA activity spotted on route to Oscar Base, report any observations, over."
"From Whiskey-1, WILCO, over."
Fuuuuuuuck. Of fucking course the GLA would be trying some shit today. Manuele turned around to call up to the gunner.
"Philippe! The GLA are up to something keep you-"
CRAC-BOOM
Manuele had turned around just in time to see an RPG impact one of the MRKs and spread flaming wasted MREs all over the highway. The convoy halted and everyone opened fire in all directions. The Patria was belting 20mm fire across the ridge-line that the RPG had come from, and Philippe had opened up on some pinpricks of light coming from the other direction. As Manuele questioned whether he would be safer in or out of the armored vehicle, he saw what he feared the most. The fucking werewolves. He saw two... maybe three? running across the open flat desert terrain, spewing blood and viscera as fast as the convoy could put holes in them. This wasn't Manuele's first time encountering the cursed beasts, but he sure hoped it would be his last. Knowing that he was kibble if he stayed put in the small tight metal box with nothing but a flimsy 600 pound door protecting him from onr of the beasts, Manuele jumped out, lied down in the sand, and opened fire on the werewolf coming at him.
Oh how he wished he was one of the lucky summsobitches armed with one of those new shotguns, he heard those things tore through these beasts like butter, but he guessed 7.62 would work alright. As other elements of the convoy finished silencing the other enemy combatants and noticed the beasts, they turned their fire to focus on the bigger threat. The amount of tracers slamming into one of the beasts made its hair catch fire, and it toppled over, burning where it lay. But the convoy wasnt fast enough to kill all of them, and before Manuele had hoped, one of the other werewolves got to the convoy. He heard the screams as limbs were seperated from their owners and bowels met open air. That made it all the more terrifying when the final werewolf reached him. Ripping him off the ground it threw Manuele high into the air, and for a few peaceful seconds, Manuele swore he met god. That was of course before he met the ground, and the devil came to laugh in his ears before he passed out from the pain.
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Excerpt from a UN Middle East Taskforce After Action Report dated August 22nd, 2013.
...with 13 dead combatants, including three werewolves, and 3 recovered injured. While on the BLUFOR side only four dead, eight injured, and two infected is well below average, this was acredited to the deployment of the Patria APCs in 20mm configuration, and sufficient training with the new weapon systems including the Galil Ace rifles. While the amount of munitions used to stop each Werewolf continues to be almost prohibitive, supplies are being allocated to at least continue holding operations for the forseeable future...
Fuckin' Sand. It never ends. You drive forwards and forwards for miles and miles and its absolutely anywhere. Nothing to look at, nothing to distract your mind. Just endless quantities of useless sand. And that's all Manuele could think as his UNDC Convoy drove through the Middle Eastern Countryside. The location on the map didn't much matter to Manuele, it was just another sandy area, in a country that functionally ceased to exist long ago. All that mattered was that GLA was out there, and they wanted Mikes convoy to not make it to its final destination. The convoy consisted of some beat up old Humvee's and two Patrias escorting some of those new MRK's loaded down with food and water. The base that they were headed to desperately needed more ammo to do anything more than sit on their asses and watch the sun crawl through the sky, but food and water was plenty fine. Maslow's Hierarchy was a little messed up out here in the Sandbox but it is what it is. Manuele checked his Galil for the fiftieth time in the past five minutes just to take his mind off the sand, when the radio in his Humvee squawked to life.
"Whiskey-1 this is Delta Base, message, over."
"Delta Base this is Whiskey-1, sent message, over."
"From Delta Base, GLA activity spotted on route to Oscar Base, report any observations, over."
"From Whiskey-1, WILCO, over."
Fuuuuuuuck. Of fucking course the GLA would be trying some shit today. Manuele turned around to call up to the gunner.
"Philippe! The GLA are up to something keep you-"
CRAC-BOOM
Manuele had turned around just in time to see an RPG impact one of the MRKs and spread flaming wasted MREs all over the highway. The convoy halted and everyone opened fire in all directions. The Patria was belting 20mm fire across the ridge-line that the RPG had come from, and Philippe had opened up on some pinpricks of light coming from the other direction. As Manuele questioned whether he would be safer in or out of the armored vehicle, he saw what he feared the most. The fucking werewolves. He saw two... maybe three? running across the open flat desert terrain, spewing blood and viscera as fast as the convoy could put holes in them. This wasn't Manuele's first time encountering the cursed beasts, but he sure hoped it would be his last. Knowing that he was kibble if he stayed put in the small tight metal box with nothing but a flimsy 600 pound door protecting him from onr of the beasts, Manuele jumped out, lied down in the sand, and opened fire on the werewolf coming at him.
Oh how he wished he was one of the lucky summsobitches armed with one of those new shotguns, he heard those things tore through these beasts like butter, but he guessed 7.62 would work alright. As other elements of the convoy finished silencing the other enemy combatants and noticed the beasts, they turned their fire to focus on the bigger threat. The amount of tracers slamming into one of the beasts made its hair catch fire, and it toppled over, burning where it lay. But the convoy wasnt fast enough to kill all of them, and before Manuele had hoped, one of the other werewolves got to the convoy. He heard the screams as limbs were seperated from their owners and bowels met open air. That made it all the more terrifying when the final werewolf reached him. Ripping him off the ground it threw Manuele high into the air, and for a few peaceful seconds, Manuele swore he met god. That was of course before he met the ground, and the devil came to laugh in his ears before he passed out from the pain.
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Excerpt from a UN Middle East Taskforce After Action Report dated August 22nd, 2013.
...with 13 dead combatants, including three werewolves, and 3 recovered injured. While on the BLUFOR side only four dead, eight injured, and two infected is well below average, this was acredited to the deployment of the Patria APCs in 20mm configuration, and sufficient training with the new weapon systems including the Galil Ace rifles. While the amount of munitions used to stop each Werewolf continues to be almost prohibitive, supplies are being allocated to at least continue holding operations for the forseeable future...
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Dispatch - A UNDCQuest Sidestory
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- He/Him
Dispatch - A UNDCQuest Sidestory
"Supernatural Investigation Division dispatch, who am I talking to?"
"This is Sheriff Dunkin from the Sallet Town Sheriff's Department, we eh, we have a situation here."
"Can you describe the nature of your problem?"
"We have one missing person case and found some...witchcraft stuff. Symbols on the walls and floor."
"Understood, we will send a team. Can you give me more information?"
Hannah Brooks did not hate her job. The UNDC Supernatural Investigation Division paid a lot better than the police ever did, but the new job also required her to travel halfway across the continent, sometimes for days, to figure out what exactly had killed some farmers' cows or terrorised the locals. Most of the time she felt like an over glorified biologist for the creatures from the stories she had read back when she was ten.
Speaking of biologists, her partner, Anthon Derrick had just returned from the gas station with two coffees and hopefully a candy bar. He opened the car door and managed to maneuver himself inside without spilling the priced liquid over his suit. He threw the candy bar into her lap before she devoured it like the hungry animal she was.
"Don't forget to chew.", he commented and took a sip from his coffee.
"Shut up." She grinned and started the armored car the UNDC had procured out of US military surplus. Derrick took a long look at the gas station bill and muttered under his breath.
"I could have never imagined that we would go back to a time where the gallon was only four dollars."
"Is that really what you are thinking about?"
"No", he admitted and handed Brooks her coffee. "I am thinking about the missing man. Do you think we are actually needed there?"
"If this job taught me one thing, then I know nothing."
Derrick huffed in response. "People go missing all the time. And the "supernatural" has so far mostly turned out to be some larger and scarier than normal animals."
"That is until it isn't."
Neither of them said a word, but both had heard of colleagues who had gotten in way over their head. Most of it was classified, but people let things slip at the water cooler. Rumors of human sacrifices, mutilated bodies and contracts with paranormal entities. Minutes later Derrick drifted off to sleep, trying to get in a few more hours of sleep after he had driven the night before.
When they arrived at the specified address someone was already waiting for them.
"Sheriff Dunkin", the mustachioed man introduced himself as they shook hands. "Glad you could come, the worst I ever had to deal with before were drunkards and teenagers tagging trees."
"Is this the location?" Brooks asked dryly.
"Eh, yes." Dunkin turned towards the family home. "The Addens live here. Jaina and Tom Adden and their two kids. The mother reported Tom as missing yesterday and... the stuff she found in his office."
"Are you sure he did not just abandon his family?"
Dunkin threw Brooks an angry stare. "I know Tom, he is not the kind of person to abandon Jaina and the kids. Besides, who does not pack the bare essentials when bolting, and his car is still here." He pointed at the pickup truck in the driveway.
"Makes sense."
"I'm just gonna show you."
With that the three walked up to the old house. Dunkin took out a key and unlocked the front door, which opened with a creak.
"Is the rest of the family not home?" asked Derrick.
Dunkin shook his head. "The older son Jake is at the city hospital. Leukemia in the final stage. Jaina asked me to show you around instead."
The inside of the house was about as Brooks expected, but looked like not much had been moved in the last few weeks and dust collected on every surface. Dunkin walked up the stair into what she assumed was Tom Addens office.
"Oh fuck no, please not." she blurted out at what she saw.
The furniture had been moved to make space in the middle of the room, the walls hung full of chaotic notes and scribbles. Every available surface had been covered with intricate symbols and drawings that seemed almost hypnotic, most seemed to be chalk, but a few were the reddish-brown color of dried blood. A large septagram had been carved on the floor in the middle of the room.
The sheriff grabbed a cross on a chain around his neck and mumbled something. Derrick, ever the most social competence of the two, could not help himself to comment.
"You know this does not work, right?"
"What?"
He pointed at the cross. "The UNDC did tests. Crosses, prayers and holy water do not seem to inhibit the - ouch." He stopped when Brooks punched him in the arm.
"Go get the photo gear."
Derrick seemed to realize his blunder and disappeared down the staircase again. Carefully, Brooks stepped into the room, trying not to touch anything and taking special care to not step into the septagram to read the notes on the wall. The handwriting was barely decipherable and the few she could make out made little sense. "The math is wrong", "Constellation unfavourable", "Sacrifice?!"
Dunkin seemed to have collected himself but remained firmly outside the room. "So..what now?"
Brooks sighed. "We make some pictures, send them to Dispatch and they either tell us to document everything or wait for reinforcements to help us document everything."
"That's it?" He sounded baffled.
"That's it." She shrugged.
"Tom has been snatched by who knows what and you will do nothing about it?"
"Sherriff", Brooks turned to face him. "IF Tom Adden has been eaten or disintegrated or kidnapped by some paranormal entity there is nothing I can promise you. The SID primarily exists to gauge the threat of any supernatural encounter, not fight or reverse them."
Derrick meanwhile had returned with the high resolution camera and was taking photographs of everything. For a split second she thought she had seen something standing in the center of the room, but there was nothing. Maybe she was getting tired, so she refocused her attention on the bloody symbols, putting on a rubber glove to carefully examine how they were drawn across multiple pieces of paper when she heard her partner gasp.
"Everything okay?"
Derrick was ghost white as he handed her the digital camera. "Look."
He switched between two pictures he had made of the wall opposite to the door. The first one was inconspicuous, but the flash for the second one had captured a monstrous humanoid standing in the middle of the septagram. A tall skinny humanoid without skin, bone, muscle and sinews exposed to the air. red and white boney plates covered its chest and arms and its face was an eyeless, smooth mask of hard tissue only broken up by a toothy maw and two horn-like protrusions growing out of its forehead that curved backwards.
As if on command the creature reappeared in Brooks field of vision, halfway finished peeling itself back into reality when she focused her attention on it. The muscles in its neck twitched as it turned its head towards her, and even if it had no eyes she felt an intense gaze on her.
Brooks closed her mobile phone and returned to Derrick. The two had taken up station at the sheriff's office and were eating the first real meal in two days.
"The ASR is on its way."
"Thank god."
She grimaced. "In two days."
"What", he paused with a sausage halfway in his mouth.
"Whatever we found is not going around murdering people. So we don't get the helicopter treatment."
He grunted and put down the fork. "What are we supposed to do about it?"
"Observe", she turned around the laptop that was showing a low resolution live stream of a camera set up in the office. The demonic creature had not moved much ever since they found it, only occasionally turning its head. "Also Dispatch wants more pictures of the symbols. They hope to cross-reference some of them in historic documents."
"They want us to go in there again?" Derrick asked bewildered.
"Are you scared?"
"Yes." He admitted and continued eating. "But I worry more about the locals' safety than my own. Who knows what that thing is capable of."
"Anyway", Brooks derailed and stuffed down the last of her hamburger. "I need to clear with the wife the details of her husband's office becoming UNDC property."
"And if she makes problems?"
"Dispatch has already had a talk with a state court. If we need to, we can confiscate the entire house."
"I don't like this Brooks." Derrick put down his food and turned the laptop towards him again. "We can go anywhere, get into wherever, confiscate everything with the snip of a finger."
"As long as the US accepts the UNDC running around playing magic police, which will probably not be forever. I'm gonna take the car, you take the pictures."
Carefully Derrick maneuvered up the old house again, flinching at every creaking step. The creature was still standing where they had left it. Careful to not get too close, he made the closeups of the various notes and pages tacked to the wall, trying to not to think about the monster next to him.
Click
Next one.
Click
A bead of sweat ran down his forehead, the side of his face and dropped into the groove of the large septagram carved into the ground.
DO YOU FEAR ME, ATHONY?
Derrick jumped around, pressing himself against the wall. His eyes darted to the creature's face, but its maw was as closed as always.
YEEEEEES, YOU DO. I CAN TASTE IT.
He did not know what was scarier. The fact its mouth did not move or that its voice felt...trustworthy. His eyes darted to the door three meters away from him, but his legs did not move.
I CAN FEEL YOU ARE NOT SATISFIED WITH YOUR LIFE.
He was not. The economic crash had destroyed what plans in life he had had and he was stuck in a job that became weirder every day.
WHAT IS IT YOU DESIRE? MATERIAL WEALTH? POWER? WOMEN?
Yes, maybe he desired all that. He took a decisive step into the magic circle. The demon raised up one of its arms and lifted up his chin with a claw life finger that pierced his skin and drew blood that ran down the claw before it dropped into the septagram grooves. Instinctively he opened his mouth before the demon crawled inside, head first, down into his stomach.
WE WILL have a lot of fun Anthony.", he finished, feeling power brim through him. Fuck this job, fuck the UNDC. He could do whatever he wanted. But first he needed to make sure no one could get access to this power. It was his to have, his and his alone. A canister of gasoline was found quickly in the garage and minutes later the old house was aflame. He felt a connection to another place break as the flames consumed the floorboards in the office finally free.
When Brooks returned she only found the house in smoking ruins as the fire department packed up. She had found the rest of the family in a celebratory mood. Jake's Leukemia had seemingly disappeared from one day to the next and the mother was not in the mood for signing over her house to the UNDC. Only the threat of confiscation had turned her around and she had begrudgingly accepted the check. Derrick was nowhere to be found, but the laptop had saved the feed, including the truly gruesome scene that had transpired. Grimacing, she pulled out her mobile phone and called dispatch, as she rewind the footage again and again.
"Agent Brooks, what is the situation?" the familiar voice of her Dispatch contact came up.
"Rogue supernatural creature", she explained as she uploaded the footage. "Perhaps with mind control or suggestion abilities, has...taken over the body of Agent Derrick."
"We will review your reports, but your personal recommendation."
She paused for a minute as the feed of the second camera flashed over her screen. Sheriff Dunkin was getting out of his car and approaching Derrick, the house already alight behind them. As soon as the Sheriff was close enough, Derrick extended long, thin claws out of his right hand and pierced the man's chest, before bowing down to remove something from the dying man's neck. The creature, or her former partner she realized with a feeling of regret, looked at the cross necklace with amusement before hanging it around its own neck. She had left him alone, thinking nothing would happen.
"Shoot on sight, if possible capture alive."
"Understood."
(As promised a small canonically sidestory to flesh out the world and give you something until the next proper update.)
"Supernatural Investigation Division dispatch, who am I talking to?"
"This is Sheriff Dunkin from the Sallet Town Sheriff's Department, we eh, we have a situation here."
"Can you describe the nature of your problem?"
"We have one missing person case and found some...witchcraft stuff. Symbols on the walls and floor."
"Understood, we will send a team. Can you give me more information?"
Hannah Brooks did not hate her job. The UNDC Supernatural Investigation Division paid a lot better than the police ever did, but the new job also required her to travel halfway across the continent, sometimes for days, to figure out what exactly had killed some farmers' cows or terrorised the locals. Most of the time she felt like an over glorified biologist for the creatures from the stories she had read back when she was ten.
Speaking of biologists, her partner, Anthon Derrick had just returned from the gas station with two coffees and hopefully a candy bar. He opened the car door and managed to maneuver himself inside without spilling the priced liquid over his suit. He threw the candy bar into her lap before she devoured it like the hungry animal she was.
"Don't forget to chew.", he commented and took a sip from his coffee.
"Shut up." She grinned and started the armored car the UNDC had procured out of US military surplus. Derrick took a long look at the gas station bill and muttered under his breath.
"I could have never imagined that we would go back to a time where the gallon was only four dollars."
"Is that really what you are thinking about?"
"No", he admitted and handed Brooks her coffee. "I am thinking about the missing man. Do you think we are actually needed there?"
"If this job taught me one thing, then I know nothing."
Derrick huffed in response. "People go missing all the time. And the "supernatural" has so far mostly turned out to be some larger and scarier than normal animals."
"That is until it isn't."
Neither of them said a word, but both had heard of colleagues who had gotten in way over their head. Most of it was classified, but people let things slip at the water cooler. Rumors of human sacrifices, mutilated bodies and contracts with paranormal entities. Minutes later Derrick drifted off to sleep, trying to get in a few more hours of sleep after he had driven the night before.
When they arrived at the specified address someone was already waiting for them.
"Sheriff Dunkin", the mustachioed man introduced himself as they shook hands. "Glad you could come, the worst I ever had to deal with before were drunkards and teenagers tagging trees."
"Is this the location?" Brooks asked dryly.
"Eh, yes." Dunkin turned towards the family home. "The Addens live here. Jaina and Tom Adden and their two kids. The mother reported Tom as missing yesterday and... the stuff she found in his office."
"Are you sure he did not just abandon his family?"
Dunkin threw Brooks an angry stare. "I know Tom, he is not the kind of person to abandon Jaina and the kids. Besides, who does not pack the bare essentials when bolting, and his car is still here." He pointed at the pickup truck in the driveway.
"Makes sense."
"I'm just gonna show you."
With that the three walked up to the old house. Dunkin took out a key and unlocked the front door, which opened with a creak.
"Is the rest of the family not home?" asked Derrick.
Dunkin shook his head. "The older son Jake is at the city hospital. Leukemia in the final stage. Jaina asked me to show you around instead."
The inside of the house was about as Brooks expected, but looked like not much had been moved in the last few weeks and dust collected on every surface. Dunkin walked up the stair into what she assumed was Tom Addens office.
"Oh fuck no, please not." she blurted out at what she saw.
The furniture had been moved to make space in the middle of the room, the walls hung full of chaotic notes and scribbles. Every available surface had been covered with intricate symbols and drawings that seemed almost hypnotic, most seemed to be chalk, but a few were the reddish-brown color of dried blood. A large septagram had been carved on the floor in the middle of the room.
The sheriff grabbed a cross on a chain around his neck and mumbled something. Derrick, ever the most social competence of the two, could not help himself to comment.
"You know this does not work, right?"
"What?"
He pointed at the cross. "The UNDC did tests. Crosses, prayers and holy water do not seem to inhibit the - ouch." He stopped when Brooks punched him in the arm.
"Go get the photo gear."
Derrick seemed to realize his blunder and disappeared down the staircase again. Carefully, Brooks stepped into the room, trying not to touch anything and taking special care to not step into the septagram to read the notes on the wall. The handwriting was barely decipherable and the few she could make out made little sense. "The math is wrong", "Constellation unfavourable", "Sacrifice?!"
Dunkin seemed to have collected himself but remained firmly outside the room. "So..what now?"
Brooks sighed. "We make some pictures, send them to Dispatch and they either tell us to document everything or wait for reinforcements to help us document everything."
"That's it?" He sounded baffled.
"That's it." She shrugged.
"Tom has been snatched by who knows what and you will do nothing about it?"
"Sherriff", Brooks turned to face him. "IF Tom Adden has been eaten or disintegrated or kidnapped by some paranormal entity there is nothing I can promise you. The SID primarily exists to gauge the threat of any supernatural encounter, not fight or reverse them."
Derrick meanwhile had returned with the high resolution camera and was taking photographs of everything. For a split second she thought she had seen something standing in the center of the room, but there was nothing. Maybe she was getting tired, so she refocused her attention on the bloody symbols, putting on a rubber glove to carefully examine how they were drawn across multiple pieces of paper when she heard her partner gasp.
"Everything okay?"
Derrick was ghost white as he handed her the digital camera. "Look."
He switched between two pictures he had made of the wall opposite to the door. The first one was inconspicuous, but the flash for the second one had captured a monstrous humanoid standing in the middle of the septagram. A tall skinny humanoid without skin, bone, muscle and sinews exposed to the air. red and white boney plates covered its chest and arms and its face was an eyeless, smooth mask of hard tissue only broken up by a toothy maw and two horn-like protrusions growing out of its forehead that curved backwards.
As if on command the creature reappeared in Brooks field of vision, halfway finished peeling itself back into reality when she focused her attention on it. The muscles in its neck twitched as it turned its head towards her, and even if it had no eyes she felt an intense gaze on her.
Brooks closed her mobile phone and returned to Derrick. The two had taken up station at the sheriff's office and were eating the first real meal in two days.
"The ASR is on its way."
"Thank god."
She grimaced. "In two days."
"What", he paused with a sausage halfway in his mouth.
"Whatever we found is not going around murdering people. So we don't get the helicopter treatment."
He grunted and put down the fork. "What are we supposed to do about it?"
"Observe", she turned around the laptop that was showing a low resolution live stream of a camera set up in the office. The demonic creature had not moved much ever since they found it, only occasionally turning its head. "Also Dispatch wants more pictures of the symbols. They hope to cross-reference some of them in historic documents."
"They want us to go in there again?" Derrick asked bewildered.
"Are you scared?"
"Yes." He admitted and continued eating. "But I worry more about the locals' safety than my own. Who knows what that thing is capable of."
"Anyway", Brooks derailed and stuffed down the last of her hamburger. "I need to clear with the wife the details of her husband's office becoming UNDC property."
"And if she makes problems?"
"Dispatch has already had a talk with a state court. If we need to, we can confiscate the entire house."
"I don't like this Brooks." Derrick put down his food and turned the laptop towards him again. "We can go anywhere, get into wherever, confiscate everything with the snip of a finger."
"As long as the US accepts the UNDC running around playing magic police, which will probably not be forever. I'm gonna take the car, you take the pictures."
Carefully Derrick maneuvered up the old house again, flinching at every creaking step. The creature was still standing where they had left it. Careful to not get too close, he made the closeups of the various notes and pages tacked to the wall, trying to not to think about the monster next to him.
Click
Next one.
Click
A bead of sweat ran down his forehead, the side of his face and dropped into the groove of the large septagram carved into the ground.
DO YOU FEAR ME, ATHONY?
Derrick jumped around, pressing himself against the wall. His eyes darted to the creature's face, but its maw was as closed as always.
YEEEEEES, YOU DO. I CAN TASTE IT.
He did not know what was scarier. The fact its mouth did not move or that its voice felt...trustworthy. His eyes darted to the door three meters away from him, but his legs did not move.
I CAN FEEL YOU ARE NOT SATISFIED WITH YOUR LIFE.
He was not. The economic crash had destroyed what plans in life he had had and he was stuck in a job that became weirder every day.
WHAT IS IT YOU DESIRE? MATERIAL WEALTH? POWER? WOMEN?
Yes, maybe he desired all that. He took a decisive step into the magic circle. The demon raised up one of its arms and lifted up his chin with a claw life finger that pierced his skin and drew blood that ran down the claw before it dropped into the septagram grooves. Instinctively he opened his mouth before the demon crawled inside, head first, down into his stomach.
WE WILL have a lot of fun Anthony.", he finished, feeling power brim through him. Fuck this job, fuck the UNDC. He could do whatever he wanted. But first he needed to make sure no one could get access to this power. It was his to have, his and his alone. A canister of gasoline was found quickly in the garage and minutes later the old house was aflame. He felt a connection to another place break as the flames consumed the floorboards in the office finally free.
When Brooks returned she only found the house in smoking ruins as the fire department packed up. She had found the rest of the family in a celebratory mood. Jake's Leukemia had seemingly disappeared from one day to the next and the mother was not in the mood for signing over her house to the UNDC. Only the threat of confiscation had turned her around and she had begrudgingly accepted the check. Derrick was nowhere to be found, but the laptop had saved the feed, including the truly gruesome scene that had transpired. Grimacing, she pulled out her mobile phone and called dispatch, as she rewind the footage again and again.
"Agent Brooks, what is the situation?" the familiar voice of her Dispatch contact came up.
"Rogue supernatural creature", she explained as she uploaded the footage. "Perhaps with mind control or suggestion abilities, has...taken over the body of Agent Derrick."
"We will review your reports, but your personal recommendation."
She paused for a minute as the feed of the second camera flashed over her screen. Sheriff Dunkin was getting out of his car and approaching Derrick, the house already alight behind them. As soon as the Sheriff was close enough, Derrick extended long, thin claws out of his right hand and pierced the man's chest, before bowing down to remove something from the dying man's neck. The creature, or her former partner she realized with a feeling of regret, looked at the cross necklace with amusement before hanging it around its own neck. She had left him alone, thinking nothing would happen.
"Shoot on sight, if possible capture alive."
"Understood."
(As promised a small canonically sidestory to flesh out the world and give you something until the next proper update.)
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Ballad of Howard the Mule and the Terrible Chicken [Canon]
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Ballad of Howard the Mule and the Terrible Chicken
Howard the Mule was rather misleading name. For one, he was a donkey, not a mule as his name suggests. Secondly, he has no relations to Howard the Actual Mule about three counties over though the two have met before. Howard earned his name for the fact that when most people saw him the first thing they thought was something along the lines of 'Wow! Look at the size of that mule!'
Howard was big, and his owner Kevin Lumberbridge was proud to call him the largest in the states. Course, he gave up on trying to hassle those record book keepers from coming around to measure him and Howard was content on being the counties eight-time record holder whenever the county fair roles around. Between then, Howard spends his time on the Lumberbridge Farm guarding the cows from any pesky predators. More than once has Howard chased off overconfident Coyotes and Cougars, often with a fatal kick to the skull. Not once has Kevin ever lost a cow while Howard has been deputy of the pastures, for the longest time Kevin was certain Howard would live a long life until he was given over to his brother, a breeder, to live any mans dream.
Now, all Kevin could think as he took a video from the relative safety of his house was that his life as a farmer was over, and that Howard the Mule was going to meet an ultimately untimely demise at the hands of some type of Lion-Eagle thing. The herd had bunched up tight together, the bulls on the outside as if that would save them, the cows braying in terror as the avian monster paced around the herd with hunger and murderous intent. Those UN folk he called called it a Griffen or something, but that didn't matter to the farmer. His wife and son were down in the basement and they said the army or whatever would be here in a few hours, but that was a few hours too late. Hell, the only reason he was still up here was to wish farewell to the one gloriously stubborn donkey that had kept his herd safe for the last 15 minutes.
Howard had positioned himself between the herd of cows and the Griffen just like he would for any other predator, matching its pace as it prowled around the livestock looking for a nice place to go in and chow down. Howard had only lived this long because the Griffen was playing with the donkey, like some sort of insult to Howards pride, like he could actually stop the proud creature. But every joke has its punchline and Kevin could tell the Griffen was about to deliver.
It stopped it's pacing to directly phase the protective donkey, and Howard returned a stubborn sidelong glare to compete with the predators hungry look. Farmer Lumbridge held his breath and considered putting the phone down, he didn't want his best friend getting to pieces on record, but like looking at a car crash Kevin made no move to do so. The Griffen crouched down like any large cat, it's muscle flexing with power as it got ready to deliver the killing stroke, and Howard stood stock still, his body completely tense. Then the Griffen pounced with such speed that belied it's size with an open beak ready to tear Howard limb from limb.
Krak!
"SQUAK!"
But not fast enough. It's beak collided with the twin hooves of Howard the Mule, weapons that have slain many a so-called predator before. Though it was too far for the camera to notice, the momentum of the Griffen's charge and the power of Howard's kick caused the iron-sharp beak of the fantasy creature to crack in the two places the hooves made their mark. What Kevin did film, and he would remember this for the rest of his life, was the giant, terrifying form of the Griffen jerking as it's eagle like head snapped back and then collapsing into a heap of feathers and fur before the mighty Mule. Kevin, and the herd, was stunned into silence as Howard looked down upon his defeated foe. Before Kevin could be knocked out of his stupor, the Griffen was moving again. It got up onto its shaky font claws, and it looked backed at Howard in a shocked daze.
Howard began braying at it and for the first time in it's life the Griffen saw a creature it thought was pray, something far smaller than the cows it protected, actually advance upon the flying killing machine. The Griffen stumbled away in fear and bounded away, actually trying to take flight for a few seconds before it collided back with earth too shaken to actually keep it up. It easily outpaced the furious Howard until it stumbled-sprinted through the electric fence and into the woods knocking several trees over in its flight of panic. Kevin was in awe of what he had just witnessed. Howard simply snorted and went back to grazing on the lush green grass.
After checking up with Howard to make sure he was alright (A sprained joint, but nothing permanent), Kevin Lumbridge posted the video online and waited for the UN to show up. Within the hour, it was trending on twitter. After six, the video had nearly hit ten million views on Youtube and was steadily climbing. By the end of the day, "Howard the Mule vs Griffen" memes had flooded every media platform. Howard the Mule became an international celebrity over night, but ultimately he was happy finally getting his rightful place in the World Record book. That, and the fearful gaze he feels from the edge of the woods. Howards not concerned. That thing knows what will happen if it shows its ugly beak on Howards farm again.
Howard the Mule was rather misleading name. For one, he was a donkey, not a mule as his name suggests. Secondly, he has no relations to Howard the Actual Mule about three counties over though the two have met before. Howard earned his name for the fact that when most people saw him the first thing they thought was something along the lines of 'Wow! Look at the size of that mule!'
Howard was big, and his owner Kevin Lumberbridge was proud to call him the largest in the states. Course, he gave up on trying to hassle those record book keepers from coming around to measure him and Howard was content on being the counties eight-time record holder whenever the county fair roles around. Between then, Howard spends his time on the Lumberbridge Farm guarding the cows from any pesky predators. More than once has Howard chased off overconfident Coyotes and Cougars, often with a fatal kick to the skull. Not once has Kevin ever lost a cow while Howard has been deputy of the pastures, for the longest time Kevin was certain Howard would live a long life until he was given over to his brother, a breeder, to live any mans dream.
Now, all Kevin could think as he took a video from the relative safety of his house was that his life as a farmer was over, and that Howard the Mule was going to meet an ultimately untimely demise at the hands of some type of Lion-Eagle thing. The herd had bunched up tight together, the bulls on the outside as if that would save them, the cows braying in terror as the avian monster paced around the herd with hunger and murderous intent. Those UN folk he called called it a Griffen or something, but that didn't matter to the farmer. His wife and son were down in the basement and they said the army or whatever would be here in a few hours, but that was a few hours too late. Hell, the only reason he was still up here was to wish farewell to the one gloriously stubborn donkey that had kept his herd safe for the last 15 minutes.
Howard had positioned himself between the herd of cows and the Griffen just like he would for any other predator, matching its pace as it prowled around the livestock looking for a nice place to go in and chow down. Howard had only lived this long because the Griffen was playing with the donkey, like some sort of insult to Howards pride, like he could actually stop the proud creature. But every joke has its punchline and Kevin could tell the Griffen was about to deliver.
It stopped it's pacing to directly phase the protective donkey, and Howard returned a stubborn sidelong glare to compete with the predators hungry look. Farmer Lumbridge held his breath and considered putting the phone down, he didn't want his best friend getting to pieces on record, but like looking at a car crash Kevin made no move to do so. The Griffen crouched down like any large cat, it's muscle flexing with power as it got ready to deliver the killing stroke, and Howard stood stock still, his body completely tense. Then the Griffen pounced with such speed that belied it's size with an open beak ready to tear Howard limb from limb.
Krak!
"SQUAK!"
But not fast enough. It's beak collided with the twin hooves of Howard the Mule, weapons that have slain many a so-called predator before. Though it was too far for the camera to notice, the momentum of the Griffen's charge and the power of Howard's kick caused the iron-sharp beak of the fantasy creature to crack in the two places the hooves made their mark. What Kevin did film, and he would remember this for the rest of his life, was the giant, terrifying form of the Griffen jerking as it's eagle like head snapped back and then collapsing into a heap of feathers and fur before the mighty Mule. Kevin, and the herd, was stunned into silence as Howard looked down upon his defeated foe. Before Kevin could be knocked out of his stupor, the Griffen was moving again. It got up onto its shaky font claws, and it looked backed at Howard in a shocked daze.
Howard began braying at it and for the first time in it's life the Griffen saw a creature it thought was pray, something far smaller than the cows it protected, actually advance upon the flying killing machine. The Griffen stumbled away in fear and bounded away, actually trying to take flight for a few seconds before it collided back with earth too shaken to actually keep it up. It easily outpaced the furious Howard until it stumbled-sprinted through the electric fence and into the woods knocking several trees over in its flight of panic. Kevin was in awe of what he had just witnessed. Howard simply snorted and went back to grazing on the lush green grass.
After checking up with Howard to make sure he was alright (A sprained joint, but nothing permanent), Kevin Lumbridge posted the video online and waited for the UN to show up. Within the hour, it was trending on twitter. After six, the video had nearly hit ten million views on Youtube and was steadily climbing. By the end of the day, "Howard the Mule vs Griffen" memes had flooded every media platform. Howard the Mule became an international celebrity over night, but ultimately he was happy finally getting his rightful place in the World Record book. That, and the fearful gaze he feels from the edge of the woods. Howards not concerned. That thing knows what will happen if it shows its ugly beak on Howards farm again.
Vampyre Negaverse I [Semi-canon]
Vampire house on Modern Earth Negaverse
A/N: Tried to do a bit of a vampire negaverse with the cover blown bit being an interlude. A group that might have been allies if it weren't for the 12 people per vampire per year thing needed to maintain Sapience. And well, went with them not really being that tech literate considering I really don't think an agent would have not anticipated the jamming of communications. Honestly, thinking back, we have invested a lot into security, and we throw a LOT of resources picking over our organization looking for infiltrators, since we use it as a dice sink, throwing in dice that otherwise wouldn't be used. Anyone have anything to add to this?
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Magical Geometry Testing Log [Canon]
- Location
- A haze of forgetfulness
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Magical Geometry Testing Log
Entry #341
Testing Personnel: Specialist Markuss Odhner, Lab Assistant Jennifer Decker
Lab Assistant Decker: "Alright, magical geometry test number 341. With me is a specialist on magical symbolism in the 14th century AD. Today we are experimenting with some new symbols. Our first expected result will be to try and increase the magical level in the testing area by at least 1 Ongstrean. Specialist Odhner will be using a robotic arm to draw the symbols. I will be monitoring the Ongstrean detector. Odhner you may begin."
Specialist Odhner: "Thank you Decker. Now, To begin I will drawn a Octagon in the middle of the first drawing area. While close to a circle, the multiple wide angles should help increase the magical level. "
*Sounds of chalk being used to draw.*
LAD: "Negligible change in ambient magical levels."
SO: "Alright, Now, to augment this I will draw four other Octagons at its 'corners'."
*More chalk drawing sounds.*
LAD: "Still no noticeable change in ambient magical levels."
SO: "Alright, and to finish off the drawing I will add four lines to connect all the symbols. The lines have wide angles."
*Chalky braod stroke sounds.*
LAD: "Ambient Magical levels have jumped from 1 Ongstrean to 1.01 Ongstrean. This supports previous theories about various shapes and angles. Now to keep the symbol there, but to attempt to negate its effect with another symbol. Odhner."
SO: "Right. In the second drawing area I will draw a triangle in the center."
*Chalk noises.*
LAD: "No change in Ambient Magic Levels."
SO: "Alright, Now to draw four triangles at its 'corners'."
*Chalk on concrete sounds.*
LAD: "No change in Ambient Magic."
SO: "And finally, connecting lines with sharp angles in them."
*Quick determined chalk sounds.*
LAD: "Ambient Magic Levels have returned to baseline. 1 Ongstrean detected. This supports previous theories. Test complete."
Entry #341
Testing Personnel: Specialist Markuss Odhner, Lab Assistant Jennifer Decker
Lab Assistant Decker: "Alright, magical geometry test number 341. With me is a specialist on magical symbolism in the 14th century AD. Today we are experimenting with some new symbols. Our first expected result will be to try and increase the magical level in the testing area by at least 1 Ongstrean. Specialist Odhner will be using a robotic arm to draw the symbols. I will be monitoring the Ongstrean detector. Odhner you may begin."
Specialist Odhner: "Thank you Decker. Now, To begin I will drawn a Octagon in the middle of the first drawing area. While close to a circle, the multiple wide angles should help increase the magical level. "
*Sounds of chalk being used to draw.*
LAD: "Negligible change in ambient magical levels."
SO: "Alright, Now, to augment this I will draw four other Octagons at its 'corners'."
*More chalk drawing sounds.*
LAD: "Still no noticeable change in ambient magical levels."
SO: "Alright, and to finish off the drawing I will add four lines to connect all the symbols. The lines have wide angles."
*Chalky braod stroke sounds.*
LAD: "Ambient Magical levels have jumped from 1 Ongstrean to 1.01 Ongstrean. This supports previous theories about various shapes and angles. Now to keep the symbol there, but to attempt to negate its effect with another symbol. Odhner."
SO: "Right. In the second drawing area I will draw a triangle in the center."
*Chalk noises.*
LAD: "No change in Ambient Magic Levels."
SO: "Alright, Now to draw four triangles at its 'corners'."
*Chalk on concrete sounds.*
LAD: "No change in Ambient Magic."
SO: "And finally, connecting lines with sharp angles in them."
*Quick determined chalk sounds.*
LAD: "Ambient Magic Levels have returned to baseline. 1 Ongstrean detected. This supports previous theories. Test complete."
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An Idealist Politician[Canon]
- Location
- Southampton, Great Britain
- Pronouns
- He/Him
An Idealist Politician
Leonti Sokolov is a politician and he is proud of that fact. Many hold the view that a politician is corrupt and selfish, caring only about themselves and willing to discard their morals to amass power for their own benefit.To him however, politics is a tool, a tool to help people and make a meaningful difference in the world. Leonti believes in a better future and that future is through the countries of the world working together for the mutual benefit of all humanity. That is why he entered politics and why he worked to reconcile the motherland with the West, why he took up his current position as the Secretary of the United Nations Defence Command. One might even call him an idealist as seemingly unlikely as it is for a career politician to be called such.
And it is why it bugs him that svoloch Torres getting away with his atrocities in Brazil. Leonti hates that he is, but Saito wasn't wrong about the politics behind the man and the matter. As much as he detests the thought of it, he needs to let the matter go as the Director warned him to.
Admiral Torres is already the compromise candidate and he has not only the support of both Brazil and Argentina, but the rest of the UNDC general staff as well. They'll circle the waggons around Torres and not only have made their distaste for a fully civilian leadership clear, but they have also shown their willingness to work together to further their own agenda when they forced Saito into stepping down at the end of his current turn so one of their own could either take hisplace or Leonti's.
So, when it comes to Admiral Torres and the Rio Incident, Leonti has followed the Director's instructions and hasn't pursued the matter further. No matter how much it chafes at him to do so.
Incident…such as a seemingly deceptive term for something so bloody and monstrous. Something like the Rio Massacre or the Rio Atrocity or the Rio Killings would be a more accurate term but calling the war crime what it is wouldn't be PR-friendly so it just gets called the Rio Incident. A nice unassuming term that hides just what happened to anyone who hears it gets casually mentioned.
"Secretary Sokolov," says a familiar voice, "If you have a moment, there is something that I would like to speak with you about."
"I'm a busy man, General Raymond, but I can spare a minute or two," replies Leonti as he spots General Jack Raymond in the doorway of his office.
"Thank you, Secretary," says Jack as he enters the room and takes a seat in front of Leonti's desk, "I want to talk about Torres and what is happening with him. Specifically, the lack of anything happening to him. I figured that with your sympathies and skillset that you would be a safe person to talk to."
"I'm not sure what you mean," replies Leonti carefully.
"Everyone who knows you can see that you care," says Jack, "You care about really doing the job, the ideals that we stand for and actually helping the people we are supposed to be protecting and serving. So, I know that you shared my sympathies when it comes to what Torres did in Rio."
"You don't share the stance of the rest of the general staff then?" inquires Leonti as while he suspected that Jack didn't, this is the first time that the two of them have actually discussed the matter since the Rio Incident took place.
"I like to think that if Admiral Torres was in the US Military, he would have received a dishonourable discharge and some time at Leavenworth rather than a political cover up," answers Jack, "The man deserves to see jail time, not keeping his job, but I'll settle for getting him removed from his position."
"You are taking this quite seriously," notes Leonti, "Not that I disagree with you. Quite the opposite actually."
"To be blunt, Leonti," says Jack, "Between you and me, I don't particularly respect the UNDC general staff. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't do anything unprofessional as to disrespect them in public or in front of the troops, but they saw the Rio Incident and decided that the correct response was to rally behind Torres and protect him from his just comeuppance. I just can't respect that."
"I understand, but what do you want me to do about it?" asks Leonti, "Admiral Torres is already the compromise candidate and he has plenty of support beyond the general staff because of that. I already brought up the matter with Director Nobuo following the Rio Incident taking place and he made it clear that I wasn't to pursue the matter further because of the politics involved. This situation is most unpleasant, but letting Brazil throw themselves under the bus to protect Torres is the best we are going to get out of this."
"Is that it?" asks Jack with a frown, "The war criminal gets to walk free because he has political connections covering his arsehole."
"Technically it isn't a war crime on the account of there being no war involved," points out Leonti.
"Damn it, you know what I mean," retorts Jack, "Come on, you're the politician and the best one that I know in both getting the job done and having some morals. Surely there is something that can be done?"
"Well, there might be, but I'm not sure how viable it would be," replies Leonti as he runs the math in his head, trying to figure out the factors that would be involved and the possible outcomes, "But it would be difficult and painful to the point that I am not sure that it would be better than following the Director's instructions and letting the matter go. Ah, just-ah. Okay, Jack, no funny business. It can be done, but I want some convincing that it is the better option. Why should I ignore all of the red flags to pursue the Rio Incident and Torres' part in it?"
"Because he is a loose cannon," answers Jack swiftly, clearly having already thought about the subject, "I mean, Wu decided we needed American bunker busters regardless of the fact that we didn't have a platform to deploy them, and then pretty much forced the UNDC into the B-3 project. That is the sort of decision a general is not supposed to make, especially not on their own. But Torres sent in troops where no troops should've been sent to in the first place, on the basis of authority he does not hold, in an environment he holds no expertise. At best he broke the chain of command at a time there was plenty of time to work through it. And in doing so he turned the UNDC's peacekeepers into murderers. He got a lot of civilians the UNDC is supposed to protect killed by UNDC personnel. And sure, Brazil took the heat, this time. I don't trust there will be another nation willing to do the same next time, and with Torres, there will be a next time. Getting rid of somebody pulling a similar stunt will be even harder then, because a precedent has been set."
"I understand this can cost you your job. I do not expect this effort to succeed either. But I also don't think that even if the public doesn't hear anything of the manoeuvring behind the scenes it's a good idea not to do anything. It's as much a matter of taking a stand in the bureaucracy to make clear this sort of thing shall not be without risk to the one ordering it as anything else."
"I had hoped for the military to make a stance, filed a complaint about the incident so that there'd be an official record and get things moving, but the UNDC general staff have proven that their morals and principles take a backseat to their political manoeuvring and interpersonal relationships. I'm hoping that you are made of stronger stuff when it comes to doing your job and the right thing."
As Jack finishes, Leonti leans back in his chair, closes his eyes, and lets out a sigh as he realises that he is convinced. Not that it took much doing.
"Lord help me, but I'm convinced," says Leonti as he opens his eyes and sits forward again, "I'm going to piss off a bunch of people and risk my job, but you are right and this needs to be done. Just…just let me make some calls and see where I stand. You're right about this not being easy and if I am going to do it, I'm going to have to give it my all."
***
A little omake showing Sokolov being convinced to go after Torres instead of letting the matter go like Nobuo wanted us to. I have loosely based it off of the Discord conversation with @Hazard where he convinced me to go after Torres in my plan as that conversation was the inspiration for my omake with Raymond taking the place of Hazard and Sokolov taking my place.
Extracted from the Plasma Injection Engine Project, Full Scale Test Files 1 to 5[Canon]
Extracted from the Plasma Injection Engine Project, Full Scale Test Files 1 to 5
All names obscured for security reasons.
File 1
Visual: Stripped down jet engine
Engineer 1: Alright, everybody ready? Spool her up.
Noise of turbine engine starting, the engine shifts a little in frame
Engineer 1: The test article is stable, go ahead and activate the additive pump.
Engineer 2: Additive should enter the combustio-
A loud boom is heard and a jet of red-yellow flame is expelled from the front
Engineer 1: Shut it down.
File 2
Visual: Stripped down jet engine
Engineer 1: Alright, everybody ready? Spool her up.
Noise of turbine engine starting, the engine shifts a little in frame
Engineer 3: Here's hoping this one doesn't scatter the fanblades across the apron.
Engineer 1: Yes, that would be inconvenient. At least the airport had a cleaning car to clean it all up. Anyway, the test article is stable, go ahead and activate the additive pump.
Engineer 2: Additive should enter the combustion chamber just about now.
The noise of the turbine becomes a loud roar and the flash compensators dampen the light intake of the cameras as the jet blast becomes a bright white cone of flame.
Engineer 2: Shit that's bright.
Engineer 3: I think we've got an engine rich exhaust.
Engineer 1: Engine rich?
Engineer 3: We're burning up the engine. We should shut it down before it flies apart.
File 3
Visual: Stripped down jet engine
Engineer 1: Alright, everybody ready? Spool her up.
Noise of turbine engine starting, the engine shifts a little in frame
Engineer 1: The test article is stable, go ahead and activate the additive pump.
The noise of the turbine becomes a loud roar
Engineer 4: Looks like the new tungsten fanblades are holding up.
Engineer 2: They better, they were expensive.
There's a bang and the video detects fragments great and small flying out of the engine. The engine makes a loud rattling sound as the automated system detects the anomaly and cuts the flow of fuel.
The largest part of the drive's shaft is later found 400 meters down range, having dug a groove in the concrete and soil as it skittered and rolled down. Bits of drive and fan are found embedded in the concrete surface and walls around the test stand.
File 4
Visual: Stripped down jet engine
Engineer 1: Alright, everybody ready? Spool her up.
Noise of turbine engine starting, the engine shifts a little in frame
Engineer 1: The test article is stable, go ahead and activate the additive pump.
Engineer 2: Additive should enter the combustion chamber right now.
The noise of the turbine becomes a loud roar
Engineer 3: Well, that seems to be holding up quite well now.
Engineer 4: Odd, the temperature gauges aren't responding.
Engineer 1: They aren't?
Engineer 4: Nope. They're dead. [Engineer 2], you sure they're installed correctly?
Engineer 2: I thought they were, I checked.
Engineer 5: I think I know why they aren't responding. The engine's leaking.
Silence except for the roar of the engine suddenly shifting to shuddering bangs
Engineer 1: FUCK.
File 5
Visual: Stripped down jet engine
Engineer 1: Alright, everybody ready? Spool her up.
Noise of turbine engine starting, the engine shifts a little in frame
Engineer 1: The test article is stable, go ahead and activate the additive pump.
Engineer 2: Additive should enter the combustion chamber right now.
The noise of the turbine becomes a loud roar
Engineer 1: Torque?
Engineer 2: Nominal
Engineer 1: Temperature?
Engineer 3: Slightly high.
Engineer 1: Fan blades?
Engineer 4: No oddities on the cameras.
Engineer 1: Okay, let's run the engine for five minutes before we shut it down.
4 and a half minutes pass
Engineer 1: Well, that seems like a successful test to me. Get ready to shu-
There's a loud boom as the engine disintegrates. The outside cameras catch a rapidly expanding cloud of white hot debris before they are struck and go offline. The cameras inside the monitoring cabin shudder as the cabin is struck and violently thrown on its side.
Engineer ?: SHIT. What the fuck just happened?
Smoke alarm goes off, staff evacuates the cabin. Cabin burns out completely, cause determined to be molten metal debris entering the cabin and igniting a filing cabinet. Injuries limited to bruises and a few cuts.[/I][/I]
All names obscured for security reasons.
File 1
Visual: Stripped down jet engine
Engineer 1: Alright, everybody ready? Spool her up.
Noise of turbine engine starting, the engine shifts a little in frame
Engineer 1: The test article is stable, go ahead and activate the additive pump.
Engineer 2: Additive should enter the combustio-
A loud boom is heard and a jet of red-yellow flame is expelled from the front
Engineer 1: Shut it down.
File 2
Visual: Stripped down jet engine
Engineer 1: Alright, everybody ready? Spool her up.
Noise of turbine engine starting, the engine shifts a little in frame
Engineer 3: Here's hoping this one doesn't scatter the fanblades across the apron.
Engineer 1: Yes, that would be inconvenient. At least the airport had a cleaning car to clean it all up. Anyway, the test article is stable, go ahead and activate the additive pump.
Engineer 2: Additive should enter the combustion chamber just about now.
The noise of the turbine becomes a loud roar and the flash compensators dampen the light intake of the cameras as the jet blast becomes a bright white cone of flame.
Engineer 2: Shit that's bright.
Engineer 3: I think we've got an engine rich exhaust.
Engineer 1: Engine rich?
Engineer 3: We're burning up the engine. We should shut it down before it flies apart.
File 3
Visual: Stripped down jet engine
Engineer 1: Alright, everybody ready? Spool her up.
Noise of turbine engine starting, the engine shifts a little in frame
Engineer 1: The test article is stable, go ahead and activate the additive pump.
The noise of the turbine becomes a loud roar
Engineer 4: Looks like the new tungsten fanblades are holding up.
Engineer 2: They better, they were expensive.
There's a bang and the video detects fragments great and small flying out of the engine. The engine makes a loud rattling sound as the automated system detects the anomaly and cuts the flow of fuel.
The largest part of the drive's shaft is later found 400 meters down range, having dug a groove in the concrete and soil as it skittered and rolled down. Bits of drive and fan are found embedded in the concrete surface and walls around the test stand.
File 4
Visual: Stripped down jet engine
Engineer 1: Alright, everybody ready? Spool her up.
Noise of turbine engine starting, the engine shifts a little in frame
Engineer 1: The test article is stable, go ahead and activate the additive pump.
Engineer 2: Additive should enter the combustion chamber right now.
The noise of the turbine becomes a loud roar
Engineer 3: Well, that seems to be holding up quite well now.
Engineer 4: Odd, the temperature gauges aren't responding.
Engineer 1: They aren't?
Engineer 4: Nope. They're dead. [Engineer 2], you sure they're installed correctly?
Engineer 2: I thought they were, I checked.
Engineer 5: I think I know why they aren't responding. The engine's leaking.
Silence except for the roar of the engine suddenly shifting to shuddering bangs
Engineer 1: FUCK.
File 5
Visual: Stripped down jet engine
Engineer 1: Alright, everybody ready? Spool her up.
Noise of turbine engine starting, the engine shifts a little in frame
Engineer 1: The test article is stable, go ahead and activate the additive pump.
Engineer 2: Additive should enter the combustion chamber right now.
The noise of the turbine becomes a loud roar
Engineer 1: Torque?
Engineer 2: Nominal
Engineer 1: Temperature?
Engineer 3: Slightly high.
Engineer 1: Fan blades?
Engineer 4: No oddities on the cameras.
Engineer 1: Okay, let's run the engine for five minutes before we shut it down.
4 and a half minutes pass
Engineer 1: Well, that seems like a successful test to me. Get ready to shu-
There's a loud boom as the engine disintegrates. The outside cameras catch a rapidly expanding cloud of white hot debris before they are struck and go offline. The cameras inside the monitoring cabin shudder as the cabin is struck and violently thrown on its side.
Engineer ?: SHIT. What the fuck just happened?
Smoke alarm goes off, staff evacuates the cabin. Cabin burns out completely, cause determined to be molten metal debris entering the cabin and igniting a filing cabinet. Injuries limited to bruises and a few cuts.[/I][/I]