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[Private] St. Michael's Cathedral; The Rock of New York
Topic Started: 21 May 2009, 02:44 (847 Views)
Dian Fei	21 May 2009, 02:44 Post #1
General Purpose Roleplayer Posts: 32 Group: Moderator Member #10 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	[Cont'd from "The Docks Patrol"] As the CH-47 Chinook lifted over the New York harbor skyline, one of the pilots switched on his radio and turned over control of the helicopter to his co-pilot. He tilted his head down and out the thin metal wall that divided the cockpit from the storage/carrier section to look at the High Inquisitor before speaking. "This is Chinook Avenging Angel on approach from New York harbor, requesting a cleared landing zone and priority transport for five members of the Inquisition to...where are you going, sir?" "The Cathedral main hall entrance." Daeryan replied, staring out the window, a distracted look plastered on his face. "...To the Cathedral main hall entrance." There was a muffled response, and the pilot closed off the radio switch, turning in his seat to fully face the Inquisitors. "We've received clearance to drop you off directly inside the Cathedral's inner landing pad, apparently they just finished it. Can you get where you need to go from there?" "That'll do, thank you. Alright. Hey, there it is. God d- err-" the pilot cut himself off abruptly, then resumed "-darn, that is! Isn't that just the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" Daeryan smiled a little at the pilot's enthusiasm. The Chinook may have been old in model, but it had been refitted. He tapped on a screen and an outboard camera display flicked on, showing the view of the Cathedral from the cock pit. It was massive. The outer wall spanned nearly two miles out from the Cathedral structure in any given direction, and the Cathedral was eight miles square by itself. Had there been no skyline, even the partially-completed spires could be seen for miles, the shortest of them lifting nearly a hundred yards. In the fields around the Cathedral and in the structure itself could be seen tens of thousands of figures milling about. Thousands of Clerics from Rome were constructing the Cathedral, blessing every inch of it as it was built. After more than a decade of construction, only the walls surrounding it had been finished. Sections of the St. Micheal's had also been completed, but where it was not finished the titanium skeleton that pervaded the walls could be seen, as well as the silver layering in the walls and floors placed to deter a Lycan siege. On one wing of the enormous church, a massive spire was beginning to rise, nearly seven stories above the roof of the church already and not even halfway completed. At the top of the spire would be placed a holy ward, similar to those that were daily refreshed upon the walls. On the inner rings and center of the spire, quarters for priests, citizenry, clerics, and soldiers would likely be placed. On the lower floors of the outer ring, defenses were already being set up, primarily large automatic cannons and ultraviolet lights. Further in towards the center of the Cathedral, deep brown tiling was beginning to rise upon high, peaking rooftops where the roof was complete. Running all over the roof like ants upon dirt hills were more clerics, volunteers carrying building supplies, and rarely here or there even an Inquisitor could be seen with a military survey team, checking the angles of sight and the defenses of the spires and lower-level fortifications from the perspective provided by the roof. Further off in every direction from the main structure of the Cathedral, large chunks of ground had been dug up. In the trenches created by the earthmovers, even more clerics were hard at work laying pipe and wire. Daeryan turned from the screen, a smile on his face, as if he had just delivered a child to a barren couple. "Ladies and gentlemen, I do believe they finished building the underground generator while we were gone. Looks like they're expanding the plumbing and irrigation system, too." He said, tapping the LCD display twice in one particular spot. The camera zoomed in and swung slightly as the helicopter began moving to the side of the target, heading for the center of a completed section in the middle of the Cathedral structure. The target of the camera was new farmland, presently being turned up and prepared for planting by hand and few small machines. "Hopefully we won't need to get so much food from Europe now. Damn, they've gotten a lot of work done..." The camera automatically zoomed out as they passed low over another uncompleted area, the pilots skillfully maneuvering the helicopter between the titanium skeleton of the building and half-completed spires to avoid interfering with work being performed and supplies being loaded by crane and other helicopters. Marble tiling supported by a concrete foundation could be seen, and the workers were more clearly visible. Some were working to finish a large square pillar that would support the floor above, while still others were mounting some sort of rack on an already-complete support. Soldiers were carrying, pushing, and pulling crate after crate into the incomplete room and stacking them on the floor by a finished wall. What would soon be the armory was the last thing they saw before passing over the ten-story-high roof of the St. Micheal's Main Hall, which contained not only the offices of the Cardinal, Priests, and other church officials...but also an enormous meeting hall that surpassed some smaller stadiums in seating capacity, and where Mass was often held. Then the exposed high arching ceilings, armored walls, and soothing colors of the roof and spires vanished. The Chinook was descending into a hole in the roof, previously covered by layering armored doors. They continued dropping straight down for almost a minute. Another horizontally placed armored door slid aside, and suddenly they landed. The walls in the two-story high structure were earthen in nature, supported by beams of stone and titanium. The area was warmly lit by large, gas-fed candles, and at one end of the square receiving bay was an immense vault door with a single console standing before it. Daeryan climbed out, waiting for the other Inquisitors to follow before shouting dismissal to the helicopter pilot. The craft ascended twenty feet, then was shut off from their view by the same sliding plates that had admitted them. The High Inquisitor walked over to the panel, rapidly typing in a memorized twenty-character passcode. The gears holding the door in place rumbled briefly, then began to turn. After a moment, the door slid out of place, revealing another, more modern-looking room, primarily white in color with a marble floor that was essentially one large solid block. Dae repeated the same procedure at the end of the room as he had for the vault door, and the last titanium shield slid away, revealing two hand-carved mahogany doors. With a brief grin, Daeryan swung the doors wide. Contained within was a medium-sized hall with a large table at the center, comfortable-looking chairs, and a roaring fireplace. A chandelier hung above a small, black, smooth space on the table, which also had fruit and vegtables laid out upon it. There were doors out of the hall, as well as elegantly-disguised elevators and stairwells. The ceiling was only a story high, but it was obvious there was more to this underground complex. The entire hall was lit only by the light from the fireplace and the chandelier, giving the large room a comfortable warmth both in temperature and glow. Here and there, unassigned inquisitors were reading, eating, or chatting, but their numbers were perilously low. Still, this room was just the tip of the iceberg. The Inquisition Barracks was relatively small, just large enough to accommodate the local Inquisitors, a few guests, and their staff, but it spanned a quarter of a Cathedral wing, and was buried underground beneath steel supports, heavy stone pillars, and honeycombing shock tubes full of a gel that could absorb and disperse the force of the Cathedral falling down atop it. It contained an infirmary, war room (which wasn't much different from the entry hall, except it had only two ways in our out and was as heavily fortified as the entrance had been), armory, and a library. Daeryan turned to the Inquisitors and Doctor Li, smiling a little, the pain from his arm finally showing. "I'm going to the infirmary to get patched up and put a call through to Rome. Those of you who wish may accompany me, or unwind, but don't take too long. I want you all in the War Room in ten minutes." He turned and started for one of the elevators, reflecting briefly as he pushed the call button. This small taste of comfort and safety was the reward for surviving dedicated service to the Inquisition. This small facility was their payment. Was their home.
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tyrade	21 May 2009, 03:00 Post #2
Sponge Posts: 159 Group: Members Member #131 Joined: May 9, 2009	A group of marines were heading toward the infirmary alongside him. The group of six soldiers apeared to be injured, when one of them suddenly collapsed and started writhing on the ground. Fur started growing on the soldier and his uniform tore away to reveal a crazed kycan. "Oh shit!bite!"a soldier yelled, and the leader of the group immediatly pounced on it, killing it with a swift stab at the back of the neck into the brain. "I am sorry you had to go through that again sir." the soldier said, standing up and sheathing his knife. "He broke the rule of informing us of his bite wound. He should have been in quarantine."
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Lord Synical	21 May 2009, 04:37 Post #3
Site Douchebag -//- Official Badass Posts: 162 Group: Admins Member #6 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	Annexious dropped lightly from the chopper with his usual resounding thunk, moving to sheathe his greatsword on his back again, having placed it across his leg to fit it into the small Chinook cabin. Glancing back at the staring soldiers with a slight nod, he left them grinning like fools as he strode behind Daeryan, scarlet eyes intent as he noted the passcode the High Inquisitor entered in to open the doors, musing. 'Special access... hm, it is an impressive facility, despite my doubts.' Advancing again to the mahogany doors through the second blast door, his immediate reaction was surprise. It was so... calm, apathetic. His eyes scanned the room and noted a few familiar faces, some of whom tensed slightly as the Vampire took them in. The faintest evidence of a smirk tugged at his perfect lips, 'Of course', he thought, 'I probably put many of their comrades to the question.' Ignoring the tense looks, he redirected his attention to Daeryan as the man spoke, suppressing a snort of disgust at the suggestion of 'unwinding'. Holy Knights had no need for such time wastes, they were the epitome of power for mankind, the divine arbiters that protected and policed humanity. However, he was curious as to the contents of the armoury. Therein lay his decision as he split off from the others, striding swiftly towards the door with a golden blade over shield emblem upon it, shining faintly in the dim glow of the hall. It opened with a pneumatic hiss and he strode through, surprised that his blade hilt fit easily through the entryway. 'Of course', he thought wryly, 'they knew that there would be bigger weapons coming in and out.' Upon entering the armoury, the first thing that came to mind was sterile, which indeed it was. The room was silvered metal, cooler than the other rooms so as to better keep the weapons. It wasn't chilly, but it wasn't warm, a perfect midway. The roof above was a sea of white light, a simple glass frame that contained fluorescent lights to illuminate the interior. The walls were the racks, slanted downwards so that the bottom jutted out two meters from the wall itself, as judged by the top. A myriad of weapons dominated the room; guns, swords, axes, staves, hammers, bows, crossbows, grenades, whips, chains, almost every possible tool of destruction a holy soldier would need. Though he would never openly admit it, the Inquisitor was impressed, very impressed. The Vatican had been busy, if not desperate, to field such an overly powerful array of weaponry in New York. Evidently, they hoped to reclaim the city and use it as a staging point to retake the rest of what was once the United States of America. 'Makes sense', he agreed silently in response to his own assessment, 'seeing as this was supposed to be a superpower. They probably want the nuclear arsenal.' This musing was continued as he perused the assortment of armament, eyes drinking in every piece of equipment at his disposal. Many of these he could use, but did he need to? His Bastard Sword was enough, the large weapon already a juggernaught of death in its own right. 'But what if the enemy closes in?' Was the thought that pervaded his mind, unwanted but logical. At a close range, the size of his blade disadvantaged him, a skilled warrior could slip a knife or blade into him before he could react. Here was a chance to rectify that, but at the same time, taking one of these weapons was like admitting he had a weakness, a lack of ability. That was something intolerable, he was the perfect weapon, it was his only reason for existing - his only true use to the church, considering his abominable nature. He was unnatural, undeserving of life, he knew this and accepted this: But his holiness John-Paul the Third had seen potential in him, had granted him an opportunity to prove his worth to the lord's church. For that, he would wage a war unending, to destroy the monsters that destroyed his life. His conviction flared, as did a familiar self-loathing that he quickly pushed away. No, he wouldn't let those negative thoughts grab hold of him again, he wouldn't allow them to interfere with his divine calling. He was a child of the lord, a child with an incurable disease - a dark curse, one he would use to destroy God's enemies and those that defiled His name. Reaffirmed by this thought, he strode over to one of the tables and picked up a pair of shortswords, their tips slanted so that only the inner, bottom portion of the blades were sharpened, the tops blunt for striking. Yes, these would do nicely. Tossing back his crimson silk cloak, he strapped the belt sheath on and clipped them to each hip, frowning. He'd have to sacrifice his grenades to keep the swords... but of course, he rarely used the explosives anyway. What was the harm? Removing the criss-crossing explosives belts, he placed them on the rack, grasping the two hilts experimentally. Yes, these would do well. Turning, the Inquisitor strode out of the armoury with his new armament at his sides, the golden runes etched into the swords spreading warm assurance through his body, similar to the way his Bastard Sword did. He knew now, he was equipped to deal with any threat... even if they managed to penetrate beneath his massive, trusted destroyer. With a start, he realized he had never named his blade, never acknowledged its faithful service. Pausing in the dull glow of the banquet hall, he smiled to himself and reached up to grasp the hilt of the blade, closing his eyes, "I dub thee Redemption, for thy power shalt redeem me of my sins." Making a swift sign of the cross, he turned on his heel and strode swiftly into the war room, freezing as he entered. It was magnificent, walls of steel painted black with the golden flame of the inquisition pulsing in ordered placement on each of the three walls, covering it from nearly top to bottom and corner to corner, the wall directly west of the entrance having been fitted with a rather large flat screen for communications and reports. In the centre of the room sat one of the most recent inventions, a holographic mapping system that allowed for detailed projection of the entire battlefield in miniature 3D blocks upon a grid-based hologram projector tablet, its blue surface set into the softly lit bowl of the rising table itself. Approaching it, Annexious glanced up to see the corresponding projector protruding from the roof, the lens ready to spray an image for the blue-square tablet to read. The support table was spherical and black, with silver trimming for effect. Then, he knew, that in St. Michael's there was hope. In St. Michael's, the human survivors had a chance of victory. For the first time: He was assured they could fight. And they could win. [Annexious arrives. Go to the armoury and equips two new weapons. Goes to the war room to wait.]
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Tree	21 May 2009, 06:09 Post #4
Friendly Neighborhood Photosynthetic Entity Posts: 61 Group: Members Member #134 Joined: May 15, 2009	Breathing a sigh of relief as she entered the common room, Jana surveyed the area, noting with dismay the number of unassigned Inquisitors. During her training, it had been commonplace to see nearly twice as many. Though they were the elite, they were far from invincible... She felt her fellows tense at Annexious's arrival, and resisted the urge to glare at the foreign Inquisitor. He had no right to intimidate his own allies like that... Inquisitors were supposed to support one another, especially during times of crisis. The tension that he brought certainly didn't increase morale... As much as she would have liked to accompany Daeryn, she elected not to. That conversation would come in time, and hopefully with no one else present. Instead, she headed to an elevator on the opposite side of the room, entered, and punched one of its many buttons. When she exited the elevator, she headed down a hallway to the right, past the entrance to the Inquisitorial library, and into one of many small rooms that served as living quarters. The room itself was small, especially considering her rank among the inquisitors, but it had been hers since her days as an initiate, when she had spent many a sleepless night poring over incredibly dense religious texts. It was also incredibly sparsely furnished, containing nothing more than a bed, a tiny closet, and a small concrete washbasin, with a small mirror hanging over it. Well, she thought to herself, it isn't like they would have given you more if you'd asked. But Jana was all too aware of the survivors' shortage in capital, and saw no reason in having an overly luxurious room. Looking in the mirror, she realized that she could at least wash the bloodstains off of her face. As for her clothes... well... She glanced at them briefly, realized they were torn, and sighed. At least she didn't have to worry about getting some elaborate piece of armor repaired. After washing her face and changing her clothes, she glanced in the mirror again. She still looked tired, but at least didn't look like she'd been through a war... That'll change soon enough, she thought. Whatever Daeryan had in mind for this particular meeting, she doubted it would be good news... especially if Annexious was involved. That one didn't seem the type to come to New York just to take a stroll downtown... [Jana, noting the effect Annexious has on her comrades, elects to get away from it all and make herself presentable for the coming meeting.] Edited by Tree, 21 May 2009, 06:47.
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Arius Daemonis	21 May 2009, 20:02 Post #5
Beneficent Overlord Posts: 184 Group: Admins Member #37 Joined: Dec 27, 2008	To Acteon, the Cathedral was a new wonder of the world. Where ancient creations of long dead civilizations and wondrous land formations had held such titles before, once the Cathedral was complete there would be nothing to compare. It was more than just a building. It was a beacon of shining light for mankind in a grim and bloody world. It would be the symbol of hope and victory, the very icon that would push humanity on under God to strike down the abomination and the impure! Just to lay eyes upon such a magnificent structure being created below eased the pain of his wounds and sent the weariness of his limbs fleeing. As the Chinook touched down on the recently finished inner landing pad Garod pushed himself to his feet, keeping his jacket wrapped about the claw wound on his back. He clambered from the confines of the craft with the rest of the Inquisitors and listened half heartedly to the High Inquisitors words. Acteon decided he was certainly in need of some medical attention, feeling blood seep through his glove from the claw wound on his back. Yes, he would follow his superior to the infirmary. 'I will accompany you Lord, I took injury in the battle and fear it must be attended to lest I am rendered useless to you.' As he made to leave he looked over his shoulder at his accomplice, Dr. Li, 'I must attend to my wounds, Li. I shall meet with you in the war room in ten minutes with the High Inquisitor.' With that said Garod followed Daeryan and leaned against the wall as the High Inquisitor summoned the lift. He marvelled at how the man could hold himself erect even in the face of the pain he must be feeling from the bullet wound. Garod rubbed his throat where the Lycan had crushed its paw into him and grimaced at the pain. 'The harbour has become a place of filth indeed, rife with demons and Lycans,' spat Garod, his hate and pain making him forget himself in the face of Daeryan, 'Save for this structure of magnificence the harbour is lost to these damnable creatures. On its completion a crusade we should launch to cleanse this territory! These beasts are not fit to be in such close proximity to such a Holy creation as this blessed Cathedral!' [Garod follows Daeryan from the Chinook to the lift from where they will go to the Infirmary, ordering Li to the War Room, and starts to speak to the High Inquisitor in his zeal.]



Syaoran	22 May 2009, 08:08 Post #6
Codemaster Fox Posts: 107 Group: Moderator Member #9 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	The ride in the helicopter was a spectacular event. War torn countryside and blasted cities were a sight to bare. Li slowly pulled the losened fur from his face, revealing his now human form. Fur was always an issue when transforming back. At one point he collected enough to create clothing out of it, those were his favourite gloves until they were stolen by the human soldier who had taken him in for interrogation. The building was glorious. Not since the old sketchings of Notre Dame had Li seen a building of such beauty, such grace. If it were a woman she would surely stand tall, clutching close a bible in the left and a pistol in the right, a white pyous dress flowing about her in the breath of God. She was beautiful, comforting, inspiring and protecting, all at the same time. If allowed, Li would love the opportunity to view the archives and to explore the cloisters. It was perfect for the purposes of man. After landing and disembarking, the beastman shouldered the spare rifle along with his own, kicking the large piled of fur out of the helicopter and shaking himself clean of the rest. As a human, ithe fur was rather itchy while wearing the heavy leathers. Li, took enchanted by the arches of the building, did not notice the floor as he stepped onto it, screaming and leaping off it at the immidiate burning of the silver. He landed on the floor, his breath a little shakey, nursing the now red feet. It did not take long for the burning to pass and so Li, now loathing the building a little, put tattery shoes on and followed his master's inside, not wishing them to cease their efforts just because of his lack of foresight. Upon entering, the hood was slid back so he could carefully observe the intricate carvings and specialist equipment. Li was in awe. He had the erge to feel and examine every piece of it, record it and share it with the intelligence of the world, yet, he knew he could not. This was secret, as it was a base. It can not be shared with anyone but those of God. Li, while transfixed with the sanctuary took notice of a particular individual: Annexious. He had order the Lycan's charge and saved his life. The doctor did not thank him however, as he knew what he was, a vampire. Very cold, very unique in smell and no trace of a heart. Yes, there was one, but it could not be heard by mortal ears, nay, only that of vampires and dieties. Li was unaffected by his gaze, or by his presence for he too was like him, damned. Li and Annex fight the good fight knowing full well that they can never truely redeem themselves, forever trying to be what they once was, only to fall short due to a tainted existance. It was frustrating to say the least. No matter. All Li can do is serve, and hopefully God shall give him mercy and place him beside Saint Peter. On that thought, he crossed himself gently, a careful, yet silent smile caressing his lips. His thinking was broken by the orders of his charge, closing his eyes and bowing with a step back, turning quickly and making his way to the war room. He knew the way, he had been before. He did so love the sanctuary, and everytime he arrived he was in such awe, it was like arriving for the first time, everytime. Maybe that was a flaw in his being, to forget in the presence of true glory and God, maybe that was why he was as he was. Li arrived swiftly and placed the rifle on the projector table, slowly raising his gaze from the cold metal to the cold vampire, a slowly, knowing nod being sent from the lycan to the man. The doctor believed there was a soft understanding between them, a little bond of purpose. Such hopes were generally unfounded however, as there was no real evidence in them, just hope. Li then began his work, taking out a small black, leather case filled with tools. First from the case came several swabs in sterile cases and a small pen. The gun's evidence was tainted due to the journey and the way it has been handeled but he hoped there was enough trace left to obtain evidence. Each part of the gun was rubbed with the swabs and each case labeled as to where it was taken. Finger prints were not taken in this case due to the fact the being was demonic thus there was no database to search with the prints. Trace was more important, it told a lot about the thing that held it and where it had been. The second process was a minute scrape from the wooden stock. The splinter was placed inside a small packet of liquid where it immidiately turned purple. Made sence, but was still quite curious. Li, recognising the design, pulled back the small pannel at the back of the stock, taking out the four remaining bullets from the ammunition cache. Plyers were used to remove the bullet from the case, pouring the powder into a dry, sterile bag. The bullet was submerged in another liquid bag, this one with a skull with a redline through it on the side. There was no colour change. The bullet was removed, dried and placed next to the empty case and powder bag. There was not much that was beyond Li at this point, it was a rather basic weapon. Never the less, the doctor took out a small notepad and wrote down several short, coded notes in it for review later and as a reminder. Gently, the lycan placed the book down and took up the rifle, fumbling in his pocket for a small lazer light, shining it through the lens, observing its refraction as he moved it around. Curious to say the least. He placed the weapon down with his evidence near it, packing up his tools into the leather case and closing it. There was no need for an internal examination at this point, everything that was needed to be known was already known. His report was ready, he waited with his head down, eyes closed, formulating his words to be clear and consice. [Li observes the Cathedral and has deep thoughts about Annexious, going to the war room in shabby shoes (to prevent his feet from burning again), completing a priliminary observation of the rifle and forming a report.]
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Dian Fei	22 May 2009, 20:44 Post #7
General Purpose Roleplayer Posts: 32 Group: Moderator Member #10 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	Daeryan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the group of Marines, especially as one of them fell to the ground and started to turn right there in front of him. Another, ostensibly the leader, fell upon his bitten comrade and stabbed the now-turned Marine in the base of the skull. The kill itself was flawless, but the reasons for it's necessity... With a light shake of the head, Dae raised his voice to address the Marine leader. "Get your boy off the floor, get him in the morgue, then get yourself patched up. And get yourself into the War Room in ten minutes...we could use a Marine in there. Hoorah?" He asked, not even waiting for a reply before walking into elevator and pushing the button for the second floor infirmary. These elevators were special in that they not only went up and down, but side to side using a computer-controlled cable system. He held the door for Acteon, nodding to the other Inquisitor as the elevator started. "You've done well," he began, noting the back wounds. "Be sure to have those disinfected and get a shot. Then get your backside to the War Room. I have to talk to Rome after this." The elevator stopped presently, opening to a room done over in a sterile white. The floors, walls, and ceilings were covered in a specially treated tile which, in addition to the natural chill of subterranean earth, kept the room comfortably cool despite the machinery and people constantly moving about. In one corner was an enormous rectangular door, which was the entrance to one of two storage areas, containing medical equipment and supplies, including everything from tension relief medication to artificial skin. Another door led to a separate laboratory, but unlike the other two doors, no one was entering or leaving the lab. There was a reason for that. Daeryan didn't care to think about it. He'd had to go there once during training and for his briefing on the duties of the High Inquisitor. He wasn't about to voluntarily enter again. Doctors and prisoners of war went in, doctors and occasionally orderlies with fiddlybits of something foul-smelling in bags came out. Sometimes. Other times he thought that if you could condense the crushed hopes and dreams of little children in material form, put them in a blender, grind them to dust with a mortar and pestle, then toss them in a centrifuge with the pure essence of the Devil himself, you might be able to get something close in appearance to the stuff that came out of that room in the vials. He noticed after a moment that a doctor before him was waving both arms, as if trying to get his attention. "I'm sorry, what's that?" The High Inquisitor asked, letting the doctor guide him to a bed. "I said, you smell like salt water and blood, sir. Any of it your own?" The doctor asked. Every one of the Church doctors who staffed this building was trained in everything from improvisational medicine to advanced diagnostics. The problem was, there were only three Church doctors there, the rest had their specialties, but... Damn, so few on the resources. The doctor was waving his arms again. "Sorry, what?" "I said 'Any of that salt water or blood your own, and can you lift your shoulder please so I can remove the armor straps." The doctor repeated. Daeryan nodded, lifting his arm and setting his teeth as the doctor took a pair of sterile tweezers from the equipment tray. "The blood, yes. But I leave my salt water collection here. Now get the damn metal out of my a-AAAAHHHOOOUCH." He growled as the doctor plucked the bullet fragments from his arm one by one. "Looks like this won't need surgery, but the metal got deep enough in to cause quite a bit of bleeding. We'll put a little bit of holy oil and salt on it, no need for any advanced medicine given your affinities, sir." The doctor did so. The wound healed over with relative speed, but the doctor gave one word of warning as he re-attached Dae's shoulder plating. "Don't work it too hard, it's new tissue still and what with the above-ground construction still going on, we don't have alot of holy oil and what not to be consecrating wounds. It'll still smart for awhile, you'll just have to deal with that." With a quick roll of the shoulder and a word of thanks, the High Inquisitor was off again, this time for his private office. The room was relatively nondescript, done up in the same, warm, homey fashion as the entrance hall. In one corner was a large couch that also served as a bed, and hidden in the wall was a washbasin. A U-shaped oakwood desk dominated the center of the room, facing the door. In the center of that desk was a small holographic display matching the one in the war room, however, the projectors for this were artfully hidden in the chandelier. "Call College of Cardinals." Daeryan said, tapping the display once. It glimmered to life after a moment, the Vatican's security system answering the call. "Please hold...the College of Cardinals is currently m-" It began, but Dae cut it off. "Override, authorization Kale one-nine-alpha-romeo-six-zulu-four." "Override code accepted. Welcome to the Vatican Intercontinental Communications and American Relay system, High Inquisitor." The attractively designed face vanished, and replacing it appeared a large , circular table with several bowed heads gathered around it. They all looked up almost simultaneously, turning to where Daeryan knew his image was being projected. "VICAR. Interesting acronym." Was his first comment. He noticed that one man among them was wearing white and gold rather than red and gold, and quickly bowed his head. "Humbly begging your pardon and blessing, your Holiness." He said. The Pope gave a fatherly smile and raised a hand, shaking his head. The man who best represented humanity's struggle for survival seemed to possess no arrogance, no sense of self-importance... He was a proud man, to be sure, but proud in the way and old man who has been faithful and loving to his wife and imparted great wisdom to his children has a right to be. John-Paul was much like his predecessor of the same chosen name in attitude. But most importantly he was loving. That was what he did. Daeryan and his Inquisitors, however, they killed things. He opened by saying as much, then went on. "Your Holiness, great honored Cardinals of the Holy Church...I ask you, hear what I have to say." He rose from his bowed position, exposing the beautiful but battered form of his armor, before taking a seat in his chair. "Your Inquisitors have served both God and the Church faithfully for many years, especially here in the hell on earth that has become of New York. Now I come before you as a son before his father, asking wisdom and assistance." The Pope nodded, smiling softly, not at the pompousness of the speech, but the honor it gave both the Inquisitors under Daeryan's command and the Church itself. The High Inquisitor continued; "We cannot keep up the fight if we cannot keep up with our enemies, however. The greatest defense humanity has ever had against any disaster is our God-given ability to innovate. We build. We design. We learn. And in so learning we gain more knowledge of how God created this universe to function. Do not mistake me for unappreciative of the tremendous amounts of work done both by those here and in Rome, however...We need better equipment. We need more men. The armor which I wear into battle every day was worn by my predecessor. And as this proves," And here he turned, allowing the pierced shoulder plate to come into full view, "it is no longer sufficient." "Where is your faith, Inquisitor? Had you let it be your shield, perhaps-" began one of the Cardinals. However, he was immediately silenced by Pope John Paul. "The High Inquisitor has much faith, but God never instructed Israel to go into battle unarmed." He said, before motioning Daeryan to continue, which he did. "With this in mind, I am requesting the services of the Vatican's armorers, engineers, and technicians to design and create new armor and equipment for use by the Inquisition." He dropped out of the frame for a moment to open a drawer, from which he produced an extremely tiny disk. This the High Inquisitor slid into an almost invisible port next to the holographic projector. The list, he knew, was replacing his own image at the Vatican, as Cardinals were slowly nodding their heads as if to deem the list reasonable. One by one, they looked to the Pope, who also nodded. The Cardinal sitting opposite Pope John-Paul turned to face the hologram. "Will that be all, High Inquisitor?" "Yes, your Grace. Thank you for your time. Holy Father." Here Daeryan bowed his head to the Pope. John-Paul III raised one hand and, with a blessing of "Go in peace, to love and serve the Lord." terminated the link. Daeryan tapped another button on his desk. He waited a moment for the beep that signified an open P.A. link to the rest of the Inquisitorial Barracks, and cleared his throat. "This is the High Inquisitor speaking. Attention Inquisitors, representatives of the various military branches, and honorable guests of the Church: Report to the War Room immediately. That is all." He flicked off the P.A. system, intentionally leaving the announcement vague. With a characteristic heavy sight, he got up and opened a cabinet that held, among other things, a second suit of armor. Dae removed his own damaged shoulder plate and replaced it, then left, heading for the War Room. He arrived about thirty seconds later, gave a nod to Annexious, and smiled. "Like the facilities?" The High Inquisitor asked, tapping on a few keys to bring up a 3-d topographical map of New York. It showed the territories as they currently were divided between Humans, Lycans, Vampires, and Demons. "'Not a pleasant map, is it? Ah well, we'll be changing that soon enough." He said, then looked up, waiting for the others to assemble.
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tyrade	22 May 2009, 22:41 Post #8
Sponge Posts: 159 Group: Members Member #131 Joined: May 9, 2009	John dropped off his comrade without a word and left, leaving his remaining squad at the morgue to moarn there dead ally. He could no longer mourn, as he has been forced to be the slayer of his friends, superiors, and even his own father. It had become enough of a reflex to drop a changed soldier that he sometimes barely noticed he was doing it. He quickly killed the thoughts of the would have, could have, should have blues, as the soldier broke the law and wasn't quarantined. If a soldier is not in quarantine when he changes he has to be killed, crazed or not. However should they make it to quarantine, they are allowed to transform and have a chance to declare sanity. Should they still have a human frame of mind, they are honorably discharged and sent to where the repentant lycan are stationed. None of his wounds were serious, save the three slash marks that had torn through his vest. They weren't very deep and were easily patched up. He immediatly headed to the war room, entered, and saluted. "Corporal Jonathan E. Snipes of the 16th Regiment reporting sir." [John deliveres dead lycan to morgue, as they were still a fallen soldier. He has no regrets for killing him, but regrets that he has had to kill so many. He thinks over the process of what goes down if a soldier reports their bite wound on the way to the infirmary. After having a slash wound treated, he reports to the war room and states his name rank and regiment]
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Lord Synical	23 May 2009, 00:04 Post #9
Site Douchebag -//- Official Badass Posts: 162 Group: Admins Member #6 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	Annexious shifted his eyes to Li as he entered with the very slightest of nods, the Inquisitor's arms folded and his gaze primarily locked on the holographic projector in the middle of room. For once, he didn't need to wrack his brain to know that something of a decider was occurring before his very eyes. He observed with curiosity as the Lycanthrope Scientist began to examine the rifle in depth, swapping and powdering the weapon with various materials that the Vampire could smell quite clearly. He was mildly impressed with Li's tenacity, but what it would achieve he had no idea, for the chances of tracking a demon in New York with a rifle alone were scarce. He was also most likely destroying the scent on the gun, which would be very troubling. However, regardless of that, Annexious was confident in his abilities as a tracker - he was almost certain he could find the Demon and destroy it. When the High Inquisitor entered, Annexious straightened, recognizing his acknowledgement with a slam of his chest using his right hand, curled into a fist. The point of impact was over his long dead heart, a sign of respect and fealty. Lowering his hand, he stepped forwards to properly see the holomap as it brought up a surprisingly accurate reading of New York, the Inquisitor's scarlet oculi fixed upon the Vampire territory. It was there, he knew, that he would find his vengeance, a strange calling that beckoned him hence. Not quite entirely lost in his inflection, the Inquisitor did look up and back to the door when Johnathen entered, raising one blonde brow whilst his crimson eyes fixed themself on the Marine's own, narrowing slightly as if to read him. It was unnerving, the way Annexious could stare and stare perfectly still, no shuddering, no twitching usually associated with live creatures. A statue, drilling into one's consciousness. When Johnathen introduced himself the vampire shook his head, speaking quietly, "It's sergeant now. Come join us." He turned away and the marine was already forgotten to him, of little consequence in the grand scheme. Why Daeryan wanted a member of the grunts was easy to fathom, but Annexious didn't have to like it. [Annexious has an internal monologue.]
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Tree	23 May 2009, 00:41 Post #10
Friendly Neighborhood Photosynthetic Entity Posts: 61 Group: Members Member #134 Joined: May 15, 2009	Her preparations for the coming meeting made, Jana briskly exited her quarters. She'd replaced her standard attire with a black coat and slacks to match, still disdaining the armor that her fellows wore. She'd also taken the time to tie her hair back into a rather long ponytail, in order to look a little more presentable. After all, while women were accepted into the inquisitorial ranks, they were somewhat of a rarity, especially in positions of rank.... Then again, her rank among her colleagues was hardly something she discussed, outside of meetings like these. For as long as she could remember, Jana had been able to get along with people. Even before the Church had found her, she had found shelter among a gang of street kids, trying to eke out a living in this hellhole. During her training, she had been isolated from the larger part of the city out of necessity- all initiates were- but after she had become a full-fledged servant of the Vatican, they had recognized her value off the battlefield as much as on it. In no time at all, under the wing of an Inquisitor who no longer roamed these halls- God bless him- she had learned how to blend in with the crowd, how to look for things that most people missed. She had a few individuals under her command; some were in the service of the Church, while some were not, but all of them eventually reported to her, directly or through contacts. The network she'd taken over had grown under her watchful eye, and through a combination of luck, instincts, and the grace of God, she had managed to reach people like Alex, who were able to provide her with critical information regarding the state of the war as a whole... The whole thing's a house of cards, really, she thought to herself as she strode into the War Room, taking her seat and glancing with amusement at the holographic map, nodding politely at those she recognized. Right now, the information I've been gathering is invaluable to the Church... and yet, Daeryan and a few others know exactly how to get in touch with my sources. So really, I'm at the mercy of my superiors even more so than just about anyone here... She hated things like that, and wondered not for the first time why she held the position she did. She supposed she liked it because it required her to think on her feet. And besides, she thought to herself. At least this way, I don't have to put up with all the groveling and ceremony that folks like Daeryan and Annexious do. To all but those in this room, and a few others, she was just another Inquisitor... [Jana arrives in the War Room, thinking about her role in the grand scheme of things.]
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Arius Daemonis	27 May 2009, 00:27 Post #11
Beneficent Overlord Posts: 184 Group: Admins Member #37 Joined: Dec 27, 2008	'This should hold you Inquisitor,' said an elderly priest medic, tightening the bandage about Acteon's bare shoulder, 'Just don't strain it too much or the stitches will come loose.' Garod nodded gratefully and stood, pulling his black shirt back on before proceeding to strap on the light weight armour plates. His wounds had all been treated, disinfected to ward off the evil venom of the Lycan foe and bandaged. Many a prayer had been invoked to speed the healing and he was glad for it. 'Thank you father,' said Acteon, addressing the priest in the traditional way, 'Your ministrations are a great boon to our continued fight against the forces of evil.' The priest nodded modestly, 'we all do our part young Inquisitor.' Garod left the infirmary, once again bearing his full arsenal of weaponry, as though he expected to run into a fight along the way. He knew of course that no such thing would occur, but he was loathe to retire his gear when more battle could be right around the corner. After all he was heading for the War Room for a meeting held by the High Inquisitor himself. That could mean but one thing; something serious was about to occur. Could it be the long awaited Crusade? Garod hoped so. Despite the bloodshed he knew it would result in he longed for the military situation to escalate. In his eyes it was the only way that they would ever purge their world of the evil that had taken root. They needed to take the holy light into the dark places and banish it once and for all! If this was indeed what was about to be proclaimed it would make him a glad man. Garod could envision himself alongside his fellow Inquisitors, leading the military forces of man in a righteous war to reclaim the city and then, God willing, the Earth. Lost in his thoughts Acteon left his feet to take him to the War Room and in less than five minutes of brisk walking he had arrived. The pain in his back had lessened considerably but he still felt a tinge of hurt there. Not enough to make him late though and he strode through the grand doors to lay eyes upon the assembled Inquisitors. Nodding to them each he strode over to the robed form of his accomplice. 'Li, have you a full report for me?' he asked, looking about the chamber, 'If so I will listen to it afterwards. I think the High Inquisitor is ready to begin the meeting now though.' Taking his place before the High Inquisitor Garod prepared to hear what his superior had to say and hoped, deep in his heart, that it would be what he wanted to hear. [Garod Acteon leaves the infirmary; his wounds tended to and ponders on the subject of a great crusade to purge all evil. He arrives at the war room and meets with Li, asking him for a full report after the conference.]



Syaoran	28 May 2009, 08:57 Post #12
Codemaster Fox Posts: 107 Group: Moderator Member #9 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	The good doctor slowly observed each person enter the war room, once and a while fixing his outfit. Quickly he stood straighter once Garod entered and gave a nod to the question, all too eager to give his report. He waited for a chance to speak, a chance to learn. Li smelt the air, filling his lungs with the familiar scents of the inquisitors. He remembered every scent, no matter is distinction. They were as important as faces. Posibly more important. [Li nods and sniffs the air] {Yeah, cause of stresses, I aint got much. Sorry}
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Dian Fei	1 Jun 2009, 10:07 Post #13
General Purpose Roleplayer Posts: 32 Group: Moderator Member #10 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	Daeryan's gaze was stern as he looked over the map. More and more Inquisitors, representatives from various branches of the Church, and commanders from the remnants of Humanity's military forces continued to pour into the room, but rather than turn to greet the others, he remained fixed on the image of New York. Rather than continue to manipulate the image with his hands, the High Inquisitor used his power over light to input several hundred separate scenarios into the primary computer's theoretical scenario generator. Each theoretical future New York was eventually discarded, all of them shaded a different color, but never white, the color that represented Humanity. Five of them were even shaded black, a color that was never used. Finally, with an irritated grunt, Daeryan slammed his fist against the table, causing the holographic image (along with a few of the assembled) to jump. He stepped back from the hologram and folded both hands behind his back, the image returning to the present territorial layout. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, still looking down at the image, "this is New York City as it is today. There's no time for motivation, or pride, or inspiration. On count of race alone, we are outnumbered three to one by those who wish to either kill or enslave us. The actual number, according to the latest estimations...is...far less pleasant. However, we have a few things the others don't." The High Inquisitor stopped for a moment, waiting for the image to change. It switched to a simulated battle in a half-demolished New York office building. A platoon of Human soldiers was engaging a Lycan hunting pack, and losing. Badly. "Our so-called superior technology was, until recently, badly outdated. But, we have the ability to innovate, and this is above all perhaps our greatest defense and our most powerful weapon. We can re-design existing technology or create new weapons and gear to fit our present need. For the last few weeks, some of the finest minds here have been creating a list of those present needs and created a vague idea of what it would take to fill those needs. I refined that list into this." The image changed, and zoomed in. In the hands of one soldier was what appeared to be an automatic rifle with a bullpup-style design. The sight was built into a small upward curve on the rifle, what almost looked like a handle, to conserve space. The image zoomed out again, and the battle reset itself. Instead of typical bullets, however, the rifle was firing a tiny piece of metal. The trajectory of the metal was made obvious by a small shimmer in the air. A single shot made contact with a Lycan hunter's neck, which subsequently exploded outwards in every direction from the force. The creature's head was left hanging by only a chunk of skin and muscle from the other side of its neck. It had been stopped dead in it's tracks. On the assumption that this had gained the undivided attention of his audience, Daeryan continued. "This is called a rail gun. Those of you who work in science and are installing the Cathedral defenses are already familiar with them, no doubt. The rail gun uses high-powered magnets to fire a hyper-accelerated piece of metal slightly smaller than a .22 caliber round at the target and, as you can see, obliterates it. We've taken the same prediction algorithms used in the computer that powers the holographic display's theoretical scenario program and placed them in a tiny computer chip inside the rifle. Because of the size of the clip- a block of metal that comes with the rifle and is subsequently melted off piece by piece with a small laser before being fed into the chamber- the firearm will, theoretically, never run out of ammunition. In case none of you could tell, this gory display was the hope and inspiration part of this meeting." Again Daeryan stopped. He looked down the rows of the assembled for the Inquisitors he had fought beside earlier in the day, and gave each of them a solid look in the eye before continuing. "We have been fighting for this city for eighty years. Our blood has been spilled in these streets every day, and every day, there are less and less of us to feed the lust of the other races. They have fed upon our men, our women, our children. It is our very future they consume. And still there are enough of us to mourn and bury the dead. But it is enough. Long enough have we spent weeping over their graves. The ground is full of tears, now we will fill it with blood. Their blood. Their bodies. And when we are done with them, they will not shed tears that their own have gone into death, but that our footsteps are coming to send them down to join their companions!" Another pause to catch his breath, then a heavy sigh. The High Inquisitor looked from one face to the next, taking great care to remember those he had not seen before, and might never see again. "Any Inquisitors not on active assignment are to take initiative. I'm giving you free reign. Go out with the soldiers and patrol the streets. Hunt Lycan and Demon and Vampire alike. Shed your armor if you will, and walk the streets and the clubs and kill them in their own territory. Our soldiers have learned to fear a pack of Lycan hunters, and right they are to know the Lycans are dangerous, if they did not they would be damn fools. But we will teach them to fear shadows, corners, a breeze through the rooftops, the dark corners in clubs and the rubble in the streets. To the other Human forces, I give this command: Do not hold back. You are man. You are the fiercest killer this earth has ever known. For the past two thousand years, you have come up with new ways to kill your brothers and sisters more effectively. Now you will put those skills to good use, and God will go with you into the hazard. 'Lo, though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we shall fear no evil.' Now, I say, evil shall fear you. Go into the streets and kill, slay the enemy wherever he hides! Do not conserve for fear of running out of ammunition, or fuel! God will provide through the Holy Church. Now report to your barracks for orders, for this is the beginning of the end. This is the Fifth Crusade. Earth was put into our care by God Almighty. Today, we take her back." He nodded to those to whom he had spoken to before the meeting started, and with a shake of his head indicated that they should join him around the hologram of New York. "Suggestions, questions, ideas? Hit me. Everything. The gloves are off, we're pouring out the coffers. Any idea, no matter how outrageous, I want to hear it. Humanity will be looking for military leaders, heroes, generals...they'll be looking to you. To me. Everyone gathered in this room. You all performed admirably today, I want your thoughts." Daeryan said, including the Marines from the entrance in this order. It was time to plan the first assault. [Daeryan introduces a new firearm, one of many toys ordered from the Vatican to even out Humanity with the rest of the races, then goes on to give a speech. He gives the Inquisitors free reign, then orders the remainder of the Human forces to report to their barracks and positions for orders. He proceeds to order the beginning of the Fifth Crusade, Humanity's call to all-out war against the other races and proceeds to order all player-controlled characters to gather around for suggestions/comments/ideas] Edited by Dian Fei, 1 Jun 2009, 10:15.
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tyrade	1 Jun 2009, 20:54 Post #14
Sponge Posts: 159 Group: Members Member #131 Joined: May 9, 2009	John stepped forward, saluted, and spoke. "Sir, something I noticed in combat with these creatures is they have begun working in a squad like manner. Rather than travel in large noticable groups they seem to assign three pups to one veteran, thus increasing their combat effectiveness and overall stealth. This will make things very difficult for the remaining forces of my men if we allow them to organize. Your inquesitors can plow through any small group without much difficulty, but foot soldiers are not equipped or trained to deal with squad based hunting packs. I ask of you to begin training soldiers to be more ready for this, as I cannot protect all of my men, I will need other men like me. A single seargeant level soldier cannot lead an army as you can sir." Edited by tyrade, 1 Jun 2009, 20:55.
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Lord Synical	3 Jun 2009, 00:50 Post #15
Site Douchebag -//- Official Badass Posts: 162 Group: Admins Member #6 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	Annexious listened intently as Daeryan spoke, raising a bow speculatively at his explanation of the railgun. It was doubtlessly a powerful weapon and no wonder, considering the foes they were facing. He had his worries about the production, however, due to the sheer complexity of the rifles. Of course they would only be issued to select, highly trained vatican-claimed squads; Annexious had no dellusions that the holy father would allow men and women outside the church to even touch the technology for fear of replication. Shifting his stance and approaching the table, Annexious reached out and 'minimized' the map, pulling up instead a re-simulation of his battle against the Lycanthrope pack on the rooftops. Still silent he set the playback, freezing it at a point where he ripped the final wolfman's lower jaw out in a spray of blood. Annexious zoomed in the image and shifted it to render the bottom of the mutilation, pointing with blood-stained plate gauntlets - probably from that very same Lycan - at the area where the flesh was still somewhat attached to its head, "Lycanthrope skin is much more resilient than any other race, with the exception of demons randomized with better resistance. What you see before you is a perfect example. Even with my strength, the jaw is still somewhat attached by the flesh. The railgun simulation is innactuare, we're relying on untested physics to fight for us. Lycans are stronger, they're built to resist even the more powerful impacts - which is why we don't just fill them full of lead, for even a bullet to the skull won't stop them without silver nitrate inside it." Striding to the other side and rotating the image for better inspection of the neck area, the vampire highlighted the neck, shoulder joints and inverted kneecaps; "These are the critical points to aim for with a weapon like the rail gun. Its force of impact mean that a single shot at the knees, armsockets or neck will cripple or kill even the strongest Lycan. However, let us not forget that they are quite a bit faster than humans. Of the many in this room, I can say with complete certainty I and Doctor Li are the only ones capable of outrunning a Lycanthrope pack." Redirecting his attention to the table he minimized the Lycan image, bringing up the railgun simulation, "Now if we factor in the critical points and make use of the new information..." His fingers blurred as they worked the holographic image and then nodded to himself, "...this happens." Instead of the prior image, it was instead a more tactically enforced david and goliath scenario. Lycans were sent staggering back as rail guns blew off limbs from critical points and killed with a neck shot - much to Annexious' nodding approval, a smile still non-existant. "Here we can see the effects of an accurately used railgun against our foes, but I'm not quite sure how this works against the Vampires and Demons. Vampires are not as reilient as Lycans, but they are faster and more intelligent. You will not be able to strike them with these guns before they are already upon you and their assassins are snapping necks. Never forget, Lycans are simply beasts - they do not prey on humans and are capable of creating offspring. Vampires are the perfect predator of humanity; faster, stronger, more intelligent, silent as death. To combat them we must be smarter than the smartest creatures alive - we must rely on natural human ingenuity to see us through the darkest nights. For blessed art thou, who doth see naught but yet believes in the light of the lord." Allowing his words to sink in, the Vampiric Inquisitor, the Ghost of Rome; Annexious Lightbringer stepped back and became once again half-shrouded in darkness, an eerie effect when combined with the manner in which his scarlet eyes seemed to shine consumingly in the lightlessness. A gaze like fire that slid across the faces of those assembled with cold, unforgiving inspection, searching for a blanch - a lack of faith or commitment, something that would inevitably draw the perpetrator to the question, which very few survived. [Annexious points out lack of realism in the railguns and proposes a new plan.]
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Tree	3 Jun 2009, 01:53 Post #16
Friendly Neighborhood Photosynthetic Entity Posts: 61 Group: Members Member #134 Joined: May 15, 2009	"With all due respect... what you propose is folly." Jana's eyes narrowed. "The night-walkers are arrogant for a reason. They are masterful planners, some capable of bending the mind of all but the most devout with a simple word, a turn of phrase... and as you are no doubt aware, I have not even begun to discuss their assassins." The Inquisitor gestured towards the map, her fingers toying with the holographic display. "They expect us to try and outwit them on the battlefield, and for good reason..." As she continued to speak, parts of the map darkened, obscuring a large part of the uptown area, as well as a small portion of downtown. "We have never truly known all that much about our foes, and have focused our investigative resources on looking within... a tactic that, sadly, in these times, given our numbers, seems to be little more than a waste of resources." As she said this, she met Annexious's gaze, giving him a rather meaningful look. "However, if we were to direct those resources outward, dedicate even a small portion to calculated, planned reconnaissance..." She gestured with the map again. "We might find that our foes, however mighty they might seem, are far from invincible." As she said this, the darkness on the map faded, revealing various shades of grey. "Some of our more... enterprising agents have reported rumors of countless factions within the nobility. Loyalties are constantly divided; unlike the strong pack mentality of the lycanthropes that allows advancement based on strength, the caste system of the bloodsuckers- no offense, Annexious- is rigid. The vampires are fickle, and petty things occasionally escalate into feuds of sort... games that the nobles, for some inexplicable reason, cannot keep themselves from playing. Such a situation is like a stack of kindling; a few carefully planned disturbances among the brood, and things are far more likely to sway in our favor." As she scanned the faces of her fellow inquisitors, she had to suppress the urge to sigh. Skepticism ran rampant, of course. "As if this were not enough, our intelligence has also discovered the mercenary nature of the demons that so often plague us. The demons, as fond as they are of contracts, slaughter and material wealth, have methods of screening prospective employers that leave... much to be desired," she commented, dryly. "While they are far from stupid, their chaotic nature means that they are just as willing to turn on each other, or our enemies, as they are to attack us. " She left her true thoughts- that perhaps, with a great deal of care, some of the demons might even be compelled to serve humanity's cause- unsaid. Such a thing was uncertain, dangerous, and most definitely heresy. "We have speculated these things before, but at the time, we had no evidence to back up our claims. Now, we have evidence, hard proof that our most dreaded foes might be defeated not only on the field of battle, but in subtler ways as well... " "If," she continued, "we do not allow our faith, as strong as it may be, to blind us. We must remember that our Lord is a forgiving one... that we are called to show mercy to those who would repent of their sins, and use their talents for the greater good. I caution you all to remember this well. Just as we must serve as the hand of vengeance, as the people's sword, so too must we serve as their shield. Our enemies may not be human, but they have seen the strength out faith brings us... and I fear, that should we not hold fast to the virtues that allow us, by the grace of God, to defend our people, they might be swayed by more sinister powers. Gentlemen, weapons are well and good, but we must remember that this war is fought on more than one front." With that, her piece spoken, Jana took her seat. God willing, her report had been heard by those who needed to hear it most. [Jana adds her two cents, proposing an alternative to a direct assault that could potentially neutralize portions of the vampiric and demonic threat.]
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Arius Daemonis	3 Jun 2009, 13:23 Post #17
Beneficent Overlord Posts: 184 Group: Admins Member #37 Joined: Dec 27, 2008	Garod remained in silence as his fellow Inquisitors spoke, having been summoned into private counsel with their superior. He listened carefully, waiting for a time when his words would be of the most value to the meeting, if, that was, he had any words to depart at all. While he harboured a fierce intellect he would be the first to admit that it was most effectively deployed in battle, when chaos and panic sought to blot out all sense. His advice was for the front lines, shaping and focussing the thoughts of those under his command with more than just steely orders, but a touch of his own mind. Yet, as he listened to the words of Annexious and Jana he could not help but feel concurrence and conflict brew within him. This new weapon, the rail gun, did mean that their soldiers gained a certain edge in battle but it did not change the fact that they were outnumbered by sinister beings of greater intellect and strength than themselves. As he had waited for the perfect moment to strike in the battle at the harbour, so should they all wait for a full and enlightened understanding of the enemy forces and movements before they struck a decisive blow. Words formed at Garod's tongue, 'As much as I desire to take the battle straight to our foes I cannot help but find myself agreeing with my fellow Inquisitor Jana here. 'It would greatly aid us, in terms of minimising casualties and the use of resources, if we first acquired tactical information on where best to focus our efforts.' Acteon looked up into Jana's eyes with a determination that told her he was with her on this, 'If no one else will aid you in this, Inquisitor Jana, I will. I am sure my psychic gift will come in handy when carrying out a reconnaissance mission.' [Garod ponders on what is said at the meeting and decides to support Jana and offers his help with the reconnaissance mission she proposed.]



Dian Fei	4 Jun 2009, 10:17 Post #18
General Purpose Roleplayer Posts: 32 Group: Moderator Member #10 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	Daeryan had listened to Annexious' analysis and his quotation of Jesus' words to Thomas, but as the focus of the Inquisitors shifted to one another, he wandered away from them, content to let them divide their own camp and argue amongst themselves as to who had the better handle on things. If there was one thing he ever admired about the Lycans, it was that their military structure was solid. Their individuality did not get in the way of carrying out an order, whereas Jana had come within a millimeter of not only heresy, but treason by way of hinting at an almost personal knowledge of demons. Then of course, there was Annexious. Vampires had a sort of dignity about them to be upheld. Annex had complained alot, but had not directly created any divisions. He had simply pointed out the flaw in what he thought was the plan and not attempted to discard it entirely. Annex was right about faith indeed, but had also made a fool of himself with that verse, for as Thomas had not put his faith in the Lord, so Annex had not put his faith in his commander. Garod the High Inquisitor wasn't quite sure about. He looked like he was following whomever had the strongest idea at face value, but had at least waited until both Annex and Jana were done talking. In his mind's eye, Daeryan could see the division forming in his own camp. He had asked them their opinions, and they hadn't even bothered to analyze what had happened in the War Room, but instead jumped right to trying to take charge of the situation. Daeryan decided to take it back. "You're all idiots." He said flatly, as if it was a knowledge backed by hundreds of years of confirming research. Pointing to Annex, he said, "All of you for not using the broad intellect that's kept you breathing in the armor to figure out that that was all for morale , meant to keep everyone active and alive, but you especially for quoting faith to me and having none to call your own. Thomas doubted Jesus but once, and when Jesus revealed himself to Thomas, his faith was restored to him. I have revealed myself to you on the field of battle this day, AND you know me by reputation from your brothers under the Cross, and still you doubt." Daeryan's tone wasn't angry, nor even upset, but like that of a father who was rebuking his children as he turned to Jana, hands now folded behind his back. "You're an idiot because you have let your caring blind you. Among thousands of Humans, there is but one Vampire. One who fought with and drained the blood of his own kin to prove his loyalty to the Church and to God. While this very day your own leader has been shot by one of the contractors you so subtly imply we should make use of, you stand and propose that God would forgive them. I have no proof of this but the Bible itself and my own experiences, but man has enough inner demons without outer ones with which to contest. Your intelligence as clouded your own wisdom and knowledge of the enemy." He said, not finishing the sentence the way it had ended in his head, with a question as to whether or not Demons WERE enemies to her anymore. The High Inquisitor had no trouble outing them on stupid behavior, it was his duty as their leader to rebuke them so they could grow, but he knew Jana better than to question her loyalties. She would kill if told to kill, and he also knew her priorities lay with survival of Humanity. She just wanted to do it with less bloodshed or none, if possible,, but her methods used alone would be far too ponderous. "And you," he resumed, facing Garod, "are an idiot because you have the power to listen and observe and deduce in your nature...but you didn't use it in the right place. You went with what was immediately laid before you in what these two said, rather than to figure out how to support an order already given. That psychic ability is helping you as well as hindering you, I'd bet because of it you think everything is laid out there in what you can see, because you can see quite a bit more than others. Since you think you know everything, I'm going to lay the lesson down for you simply. Learn to observe what you cannot yet observe, instead of being content with what everyone else can't see. Because of this you would have helped widen a division in your own camp, and looking back now I'm sure you know it. See, I'm psychic, too." Daeryan laid both hands on the holographic emitter, his face perfectly even as he looked from one to the other. He had no desire for his Inquisitors to change who they were, that was what made them suited for their jobs. But he wanted them to be smart about it, so they wouldn't get themselves killed, or worse yet, get others killed. He had considered intelligence gathering, and already had men on it, but ultimately it was Jana's baby. She had taken the initiative even before he had ordered it. An attack without logistical support was doomed to fail, he knew that much. An attack without morale, however, would be defeated by the simple act of moving, rather than a crafty opponent. But the Inquisitors had been properly chastised, and with that he had forgiven them, it was in the past and gone forever. Ordinarily he wouldn't have even said anything, but more than their own lives were hanging upon what was said and done in this room. He waited, still watching them, and listened patiently for a specific idea or suggestion that would move things along. In truth, the High Inquisitor knew, the Fifth Crusade had been going on since the appearance of Vampires and Werewolves, but now those outside this room would have hope. They would have the taste for action in their throats, rather than just sitting back and playing defense, waiting for a Lycan horde or Vampiric army to descend upon them. He couldn't help but look to the good doctor Li. Li had been acting, in Daeryan's opinion at least, silent, calculating, and calm. The Doctor had ears to listen, eyes to see. He had wisdom. And now perhaps the Inquisitors would have that wisdom, as well, or at least be reminded that it was within them. Still he waited. [Daeryan pulls a House.] Edited by Dian Fei, 4 Jun 2009, 10:25.
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tyrade	4 Jun 2009, 19:14 Post #19
Sponge Posts: 159 Group: Members Member #131 Joined: May 9, 2009	John stayed out of the argument. His speech had gone un-noticed amongst the argument which told him he was out of rank. These were the human survival elite, what they said goes. As he watched them debate amongst themselves he understood that even though he was now the highest ranked in his own military, he was still insignificant among them. "Talk about a slice of humble pie..." He thought to himself, smiling. But with these thoughts came the realization that he was supposed to lead the remaining human marines with only a seargeant's level of experience; he would have to discuss this with Daeryan later. He would also have to try to get permisition for some of his soldiers to access the holy armory, after all, he needed all the help he could get. He snapped back to attention realizing he was letting his mind wander and returned his attention to the meeting. These rail guns would make a major impact on the troops effectiveness, but again they have to be trained to use them, which would take some time. If only his platoon, or in numbers wise is more of a squad, were here to hear this. That way they could help him in training the rest of the human army, which was now comprised of merely private through corporal, leaving him at the head, reporting only to these inquisetors. [John realizes his place in the argument and reflects on his new duties before returnin his attention back to the meeting.]
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Lord Synical	5 Jun 2009, 03:40 Post #20
Site Douchebag -//- Official Badass Posts: 162 Group: Admins Member #6 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	Annexious raised an eyebrow at Jana's words, eyes locking onto her with open suspicion. He had been trained since the day of his induction to spot heretics where there apparently were none, to root out those with lacking faith and bring to them the divine judgement of the lord God. This fearsome training was now locked upon his fellow Inquisitor, his gaze like scarlet drills attempting to rip away her flesh and pierce her very soul, to read the very essence of her being. At Daeryan's words, his gaze left Jana and instead focused on the High Inquisitor, a slightly smile tugging his lips as he recognized the vampire's sacrifice. Normally Annexious would never have cared, but in this case 'Lone Wolf' as he was called had delivered praise on everything that the Ghost had accomplished. It was true, he reflected, that very few people knew or understood the difficulty of resisting the scent of human blood. It was once agony for him to even be in the same room as a human, but he had evolved. He had grown and become stronger, until now the hunger was merely an irritating itch tickling his senses. Tightening his gauntlet instinctually, he frowned at Daeryan’s words and returned his attention to the map, reaching out to zoom the image back to an overview before stroking his hairless, deceptively angelic chin, shifting the render around once or twice until he seemed happy and looked to the High Inquisitor with a curious glint in the crimson eyes; “Forgive me for being so blatant, holy one, but what exactly is your plan?” [Annexious has an inflection about his life, then questions Daeryan about his plan of action.]
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Tree	5 Jun 2009, 19:43 Post #21
Friendly Neighborhood Photosynthetic Entity Posts: 61 Group: Members Member #134 Joined: May 15, 2009	It took a phenomenal amount of composure for Jana to remain silent through Daeryan's blistering lecture. Her eyes half-closed and her head lowered, she forced herself to sit through her old friend's blunt rebuke. She resented the fact that he had been so quick to tear down her suggestion. She had seen the suspicion that even ordinary soldiers felt towards the Vatican and its agents. They respected the Church's divine authority, but only out of necessity. The common people were the same way; until their hour of need arrived, most felt indifferent about the men and women gathered in this room. Could Daeryan not understand that? Apparently not. Unfortunately, his personal beliefs did nothing to change the facts. Doubt was a very real force in this war, a weapon that could be wielded against them with as much effect as any gun, fang, or claw. She head felt the eyes of the Ghost of Rome upon her, but she was not afraid. She had proven her faith- and her loyalty to Daeryan- more times than she could remember. The redeemed vampire may not have approved of her methods or her rhetoric, but he would have to be a fool not to see the results of her efforts. Still, she remained silent. To speak so soon after she had been shot down by Daeryan would be... unwise. She would tell him exactly what she thought of his lecture, but not now... not in front of so many. She owed him that much. [Jana stays quiet, content to listen to the others for now.]
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Arius Daemonis	6 Jun 2009, 14:27 Post #22
Beneficent Overlord Posts: 184 Group: Admins Member #37 Joined: Dec 27, 2008	With a humble bow of his head Garod took a step back, accepting the chastisement as an improvement to his way of thinking. He had been correct in labelling his advice as more suited to the field of war. Still, he could not but feel that he had been harshly judged. What Acteon had said had been what he truly believed to be the correct course of action. Why send a hundred men to their deaths in the shadows, when they could first illuminate that darkness and achieve a greater purpose with their sacrifices? Garod pushed the thoughts aside with a mental shrug. He was an instrument to the High Inquisitor and the Vatican and would not dispute their words. Quelling the fires of annoyance at having been called an idiot by his superior Acteon decided that conference was not the place for him. If possible he would remain silent for the duration of the meeting to avoid further dismissal. His worth would be proven through actions that were worth a thousand times more in value than words. Even if it meant he had to charge into the unknown and bring death to all who denounced God simply by their nature, he would do it. [Garod accepts the lecture and the insult of Daeryan's words and decides to withdraw, vocally, from the debate, opting to listen and obey instead.]



Syaoran	7 Jun 2009, 03:06 Post #23
Codemaster Fox Posts: 107 Group: Moderator Member #9 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	The High Inquisitor speaks the word of the Almighty, and the Almighty is truth. All of these mortals except Daeryan and Annexious were young, both in age and mind. With experience comes knowlege and skill, but with time comes wisdom. The Lycan had in his long life learnt the ideals of silence, applying it to try and serve He who is above as best he can. Li's existance was to be not of his existance: a Lycan. The doctor's efforts was to be pious, to use his abilities as a fallen and a scientist to better the good path. Perhaps his curse was a blessing from God. With nearly limitless time, his skills as a scientist was purportionately limitless, thus he can serve forever on Earth. This means there is a sacrifice of an afterlife but the doctor is more than willing to sacrifice his salvation in order to cleanse the world. God's will be done. Slowly his eyes opened to a lowered, half lidded state. Yes, what was the next plan? Is it to find the contractor? Or is it to move forward with the main plan of purging? Or even is it to not take action until a sign? Should the plan be to hunt the demon, they would need his testimonial on the gun, because at present, all that was known is that it could be a demon. With his lidded gaze gently observing the holographic emitter, the lycan's left paw slowly slid into one of the many large pockets to his coat, placing the worn hand on a gold object: his bible. In order to touch it, the entire book had to be incased in gold, which ment he could not read it because it can't be opened. Li still kept it for it was an embodyment of his faith. He never lost it after his decent into Lycanism. It was his forevermore. [Dr. Li waits to give his report, reflecting on his place in the bigger plan of things and elaborating on his pious efforts]
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Dian Fei	28 Jun 2009, 10:16 Post #24
General Purpose Roleplayer Posts: 32 Group: Moderator Member #10 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	Daeryan leaned forward over the holographic table, running his eyes over the Marines. He beckoned them closer with one finger. "These are part of my plan," he started, once more manipulating the holographic image. "We've gained a degree of...superior feeling...with our standing. For that I apologize." His gaze was still fixed on the Marines, and he bowed his head slightly at their leader. "Our numbers have thinned significantly, but we rely on our training and blessed weapons, as well as heightened abilities to stay alive. Marines, however...You have the same unique abilities, but are forced to outsmart and outlast the enemy to stay alive. That unique circumstance gives Marines certain advantages that we lack. Our own situation is going to soon force us to pursue a different kind of warfare, so we're going to get ahead of the game. A few Inquisitors will be assigned to work with Marine platoons in combat, essentially serve the role of mobile artillery. In exchange for the added support, those same units will be sent into enemy territory to help gather intelligence. And do something else: Inspire fear. They will dress in Marine uniforms. They will carry Marine weapons." The High Inquisitor watched for the reactions of the Marines and his Inquisitors, then went on. "Any weapons that can be concealed, will be. Marine contingents that are hosting Inquisitors will be given whatever we can spare from the armory in terms of holy hand grenades and special weapons, unfortunately, that isn't much. The higher ranking Inquisitors will pursue the same guerilla tactics. We will dress in street clothes, and go out alone. To clubs, the streets, wherever else is considered neutral territory. We will assassinate as many Lycan, Demon, and Vampire leaders and commanders as we can. We will gather information about the current territory holdings. The Cathedral can be held by a few against a thousand, the surrounding territory by the smattering of patrols we already have." He stopped here and sighed. On the holographic table, a map arose, showing all of New York. The map slowly zoomed in to show the location of the Cathedral. "Patrols in the area will be increased, but above defenses, I want chaos on the other side of our lines. Understood?" Daeryan inquired, looking over both Inquisitors and Marines. [Daeryan goes over a tentative start for his plans, but reveals little of value except basic orders.]
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tyrade	28 Jun 2009, 19:29 Post #25
Sponge Posts: 159 Group: Members Member #131 Joined: May 9, 2009	John saluted with a "Yes sir," and began his part. " Unfortunatly most of my men are untrained militia, and relaying orders will be difficult to them. I will be attempted to assign the untrained and cowardly the defense of the cathedral, where I shall place the best of what is left of my trained soldiers for these missions you have planned. I already have an idea for an initial ausault assuming one or two of your inquisetors is willing to come along. A group of maybe a hundred humans has been taken captive by a group of lycans for trade. This has been happening for a while but we have had only a few successful rescues, all others result in complete annihalation of the rescue team." He stepped forward and pointed to three places on the holographic map. "If we successfully hit these three areas we will have taken out the three main slave rings and will cause a large amount of chaos within the lycan faction while increasing our forces by hundreds. My forces do not posses the firepower or man power to hit all three of these at once and come out alive. If the team can at least reach the human prisoners we can provide them with weapons which will increase the size of at least our militia. Once we have that many armed soldiers in one place, the lycan forces stationed there will be defenseless against those numbers, trained soldiers or not. This is why we need your soldiers sir, we need to get to those prisoners, afterward the newly armed group will have enough to clear out what is left. I already understand the potential casualty count for missions like this, condiering a friend of mine recently lost her parent in one of these rescues. However the lives we save will be more than enough to make it worth it, even to my men who die. We are fully prepared to give our lives for the continuation of the human race, and are ready for dispatch at any time." [John delivers his own battle plan involving rescue of human prisoners.] Edited by tyrade, 7 Jul 2009, 20:07.
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