Fantasy Vagabonds: Exodus

[Pilgrim59]

EXODUS

OLYMPUS Command & Control System

Missions

Manifest

Galley

Intel

Article

OVERVIEW & GUIDELINES
I. POST TRACKER
-To keep track of who does what and where, we will need to lay down a tracker for each post. At the top of your replies, please include your character name, location, and player tags (interactions).

II. EXODUS
-Exodites may freely roam the ship while the vessel is on course, unless specified otherwise.
-Marine Ravens aboard the Exodus are commanded by Ceto, and can be requisitioned for help.
-Unattended meals have a high chance of being pilfered by Muncher. Kindly keep them out of sight.

III. MISSION DEPLOYMENT
-The RP is categorized into different types of missions. Scavenging missions allow players to explore and collect as many materials as possible for the Exodus to make use of. Certain entries of lost epics and historical findings can also be found to aid in Promethean upgrades, as well as upgradable parts for Raven retrofits.
-Aside from equipment fielded by the players in their sheets, certain support equipment will also be included during missions. Assigned JTAC designator is also applicable in this sense for off-shore support. Naval munitions are scarce - use them wisely in IC.
-Muncher will be the designated aviator for missions that require aerial insertion or CAS. Normal ground-based operations will allow players to commandeer the M1161 Growlers.
-Ember Weather Phenomenon can disrupt communications and damage equipment, even with the deployment of the Front Equilibrium Acclimator Resonator.

 

[Pilgrim59]

Exodite

Ulysses

Captain of The Exodus

Sentosa, Singapore

Silvery AFA walls stretched well beyond the horizon between the crowded city of Singapore and their northern neighbor, with packs of drones hovering above guarded checkpoints. As one of the few last standing cities in Southeast Asia, its inhabitants have adapted to the fleeting essence of defending their livelihoods and liberties day by day. Fisheries were confined to certain areas where the seaborne Reds could not reach, and agricultural zones were erected in places where tall skyscrapers once stood. Office buildings were renovated to accommodate stockpiles of weapons and equipment.

It has been a week since the Exodites' last mission in the Riau Archipelago, which earned them some time on land in Singapore. Finding refuge and respite at port, the Captain relinquished the docking details to Ceto and her minions, while the Marines were given furlough until recently. Situating himself in Sentosa, Ulysses retired in his chair with a glass of whiskey in his hand at the behest of the Marina Chairman's accommodation. His blue eyes scanned the western shipyard, where the Exodus resided, before the Chairman's voice caught his attention.

"I take it your last job wasn't too much to ask? Even if your oppositions were human?"

"They made their choice to prey on helpless, simple folks. I came not warring here for any ill the Trojans had done me. For between me and them, there is a great space - both mountains and sounding seas."

"Have you taken to heart the Iliad as your own scripture, Ulysses? Or perhaps there were some truths to the Olympians?"

"I perceive it as my own source of entertainment. Though I cannot deny Ceto's findings and its merits. This was supposed to be our last stop here."

"You've got somewhere else to be?"

"Wherever the stars point. You know I can't just let you in on the communities' quirks, Lee. Though judging from that reaction, I reckoned you've got a job for us?"

"Heh. If only you had been in the industry, you'd make a great asset for the company." Lee replied, clinking glasses with Ulysses before adjusting his spectacles. "Indeed. This one came straight from the top..."

A dead-steady tone interrupted him, as he reached for his phone with a grim facade.

"When? Fine. I'll see what I can do."

A heavy sigh escaped Lee, as he turned to Ulysses and ended the call. "Seems like I've got a detail for you on short notice."

"What's the job?"

"I'm surprised you didn't ask for the pay firsthand."

"I know you'll follow-up in kind. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here."

"How soon can you depart?"

"Depends... how soon can you acquiesce our requisition for wine and ambrohols?" Ulysses smiled confidently.

"Very well, I'll send you the details. As for the particular detail of my client's request, I hope you'll be in for a long haul with that one." Lee said, donning a concerned look about him, as if reluctant to let his friend in on the detail just yet.

"Exodus has always delivered when it comes to Marina's requests, have we not? Shoot." Ulysses retorted with a firm but curious posture, as he leaned forward to let Lee know that he was all ears for the offer.

Code by Arkangel

 

[Pilgrim59]

Exodite

Ceto

Chief Mate

Exodus, Marina Shipyard, Singapore

Residing in the bridge, Ceto tended to the virtual monitors, assimilating the latest datas retrieved by the Exodite operators in combat and managing the Raven marines' tasks by the hours. It has been a while since they made a full replacement of their stocks. For the Chief Mate, it was not a difficult task but nevertheless important for the wellbeing of the crew. With the Theogony data still being synchronize for analysis, it would be some time before she could fulfill the conditions for the simulation's parameters. At the behest of Sokol's recent findings of a piece of the Nurses of Dionysus and the ongoing research into Foxtail's Crystalline abilities, among many others, the concurrent progresses were as steady as the Exodites' successes.

At times, Ceto often wondered if the ongoing conflict in Europe, as hinted by Sokol and Gefahr's accounts, were truly out of their reach. Yet, she was content with their current course and would not want for more than to satisfy the curiosities of their woes' origins. After all, not all Exodites share the same sentiment with their complacent approach. In regards to Ulysses, the one thing he would not forsake would be that of their humanity. Whether or not such an idealistic dream would be realize would be a question for time to answer. Before long, an encrypted call appeared on the monitor, prompting the Raven to pick it up.

"Captain. I'm reading you, go ahead. Yes. Details received. I understand and will comply." She responded and quickly turned away to message all Exodites.

"This is Ceto to all Exodites. Please report to the Muster Station for briefing immediately." She announced over the ship's speakers.

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[Pilgrim59]

Exodite

Sokol

Rear Echelon Leader

Muster Station, Exodus

Sokol had gotten out of the shower after a few hours of inspecting the armory and gathering the Growlers' replacement parts with Gefahr's help. Settling in the galley with a disposable plate of food, she dug in and dwelled on her conversation with Ceto and Ulysses. Had it not been for the two, she would have found herself without a purpose. With the Exodites by her side, she could finally find strength in what she had otherwise perceived as a curse. In this ever-changing world of ruthless automatons and ancient magic, she wondered if things had turned out differently if she had remained in her homeland.

Yet, it was Ulysses who urged her on to survive as her people did during the Second World War. Even if it was not for nationalistic ideals, she carried with her a purpose that only she could only decipher by holding onto her humanity. It was the first time in her life that she belonged somewhere, even if her companions were less than sober in their crafts. Breaking away from her thoughts to lend an ear to Ceto's ongoing transmission, she caught the shadow of a familiar devil that attempted to creep up on her from behind.

"Make sure to watch both ways before leaving your meals on the table, ya dolt!" A voice came from behind Sokol, as soon as Ceto's transmission over the ship's comms ended. Upon closer inspection of Sokol's meal, of which consisted of whole-greens and vegetables, Muncher grimaced in disgust and waved her hands in denial despite Sokol's invitations.

"Seems like we have a new detail, anyways. You can have it. Go on, don't be shy." Sokol smiled slyly.

"Of all the things, it had to be greens. Cheeky little birdie! Hard. Pass." The pilot retorted.

As the two made their way towards the muster station, they were joined by the other operators who were trickling in gradually.

"Any idea what's going on?" Muncher asked, as she nibbled on her cigarette with the lighter in her hand raring to go off.

"Probably a last-minute mission. How about a bet?" Sokol replied, snatching the cigarette and lighter from Muncher and tapping with the back of her hand at the big "No Smoking" sign behind the woman.

Code by Arkangel

 

[Pilgrim59]

Exodite

Muncher

AWS

Helipad, Exodus

"Feckin- Oi! Ah forget it. I'll bet on something else that is actually worth the trouble." Muncher exclaimed, shaking her angry fist at Sokol for taking away her fire.

Before long, Ceto floated into the room with a tablet in her hand. With the Exodites assembled, she lit up the hologram with a flick of her metallic fingers and raised her voice.

"Today's mission is the rescue and extraction of a Paskal squad in Perai, callsign Onyx. They were on scavenging duties east of George Town when they were ambushed by REDs and sustained heavy casualties. Pack light and make room for the survivors. Intel from forward observers suggested a heavy presence of Myrmex-class REDs, but do be aware of your surroundings. Muncher will make insertion here, west of the suburbs. Sokol will be secure the landing zone and set up a landnav beacon, the rest will push to central Perai on foot and rescue Onyx."

"They're so far north. What about the Malaysian and Singaporean QRFs?" Muncher asked.

"Currently engaged and stretched thin to reclaim the Cameron Highlands in the south. The Exodus is the only force capable of anti-RED operations right now. Order is straight from Ulysses himself."

"Any NEPs* in the area?" Sokol asked.

"None, per the forward observer's thermal datas. Onyx is priority."

"Understood."

"The Seahawk's limited in capacity. Any chance we can borrow something bigger?"

"I have requisitioned a Victor-Two-Two Osprey from the local authorities for this operation. They have even thrown in two AT-Four rocket launchers in case you need it, Muncher."

"Good beans. I'll warm her up."

"Ten minutes to gear up. Good luck, everyone." Ceto finalized.

Jogging towards the helipad, Muncher grabbed her flightsuit and munition webbings. Adorning a mischievous smile, the woman petted the Osprey before climbing into the cockpit. Switches flicked into place, as she continued her pre-flight checks. Lifting the tablet into place, she studied the layout of the map updated by Ceto - memorizing and visualizing the terrains as best she can before Sokol joined her.

"Curious to snatch you along for a rescue operation. Even if it's a half-hour flight from here." Muncher remarked, turning back towards the Promethean.

"If it is Ulysses's decision, I can only surmise the implications of a decent imbursement from his client." Sokol replied, taking her seat close to the cockpit and forward door.

"Well, there better be a bottle involved." The pilot shrugged, before continuing with a sharp glance at the rear mirror towards Sokol. "You good?"

"Right as rain." Sokol replied nonchalantly, despite the grim look on her face. With her response, Muncher did not press, as the two waited for the rest of the Exodites to board.

*Neps (NEP): Exodite's acronym for Non-Essential Personnel. Often used in a negative connotation.

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Code by Arkangel

 

[Nellancholy]

Match (Firebreak)
Berthing Area, Exodus

"Oh, lyubimyy! Leave me here, in the snow if you must! Carry on...for the both of us! The time is nigh, for my fading flame to sputter out..."

"Nyet, babushka! I shall not leave you! For our flame...it burns eternal!"​

Match shifted in her charging bay, having taken a few minutes out of the day to top up her charge levels after having spent some time assisting in the loading and checks of the Exodus' cargo. And of course, while she was sitting here, she may as well work on the review she started under the recommendation of the girl from Marina Bay she'd asked out. Not really out of any personal interest, but simply so she could pump a random person for new film recommendations. She'd gotten a few promising prospects and apparently one stinker, and all it cost was buying her a steak set and parfait at one of the many utterly indulgent establishments in the area. Sure, she was a nice enough girl, but her taste...

"Personally, I feel like the Daewoo Cinematic Universe really lost its way after executive producer Yoon passed away, so I wouldn't recommend anything that entered production after '45..."

"Oh! There's this other movie that came out in '66, like half a year after Black Tuesday! It's called 'Inexhaustible Candle', and it's about this family in Eastern Europe who has to flee from a RED attack...I think it's got a certain profound Neo-Soviet sensibility to it..."​

And that was all it took to determine that she didn't know what she was talking about. Still, it couldn't hurt to watch, right? After all, where would the world be without bad movies?

As it turned out, it didn't hurt much to watch at all, but it was pretty annoying.

With but a simple internal command, the window containing the text document popped back into Match's field of view, and text continued to file in one word at a time, as if she was repeatedly tapping the predictive text option on a smartphone.

["And of course, one cannot ignore the fact that director Vasili Sokolov's greasy, highly distinct fingerprints are all over the lens of the camera, as it were. He attempts to cheaply hearken back to an era of Russian glory that I am certain he has never seen with his own eyes, as if he were trying to manifest an ideal lover into reality, Galatea to his Pygmalion. Surely he must be aware of this! Why else would he present Artemy's grandmother Yelena with framing typically reserved for a love interest! And yet despite that, the theatrical release of this vanity project was dubbed over with English voice actors doing passable impressions-"]

"This is Ceto to all Exodites. Please report to the Muster Station for briefing immediately."

Match tensed up slightly, then relaxed. If she had the need to breathe she would have sighed. Well, she was used to it. Deployments on short notice. Intense combat. Well, compared to being in the Accord's armed forces, long patrol and search and destroy operations were less common here on the Exodus, but when things happened, they always came fast and hard.

The thought of delaying did not occur to her even briefly. Closing the document, Match jumped to her feet and disconnected from the charging bay, breaking into a jog as she hurried to the muster station.

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Match (Firebreak)
Muster Station, Exodus
Interactions: Pilgrim59 (Munchy) Soviet Panda (Crow)​

As Match arrived at the muster station, she noted with satisfaction that most of the others were arriving at about the same time as her. It felt...comforting, in a way, to be in an orderly and sharply disciplined environment again. Ah, but what was this? A conversation between Sokol and Munchy, punctuated by the former confiscating a cigarette and lighter from the latter. Oh, so sad. As the group moved, Match sidled up alongside Munchy for a moment.

"Psst!" She held her hand up close to the blonde woman's face...and then snapped her fingers, as if the act itself could spark fire. Just like that, a bent cigarette and an almost-empty plastic lighter appeared in her palm for Munchy's perusal. "Wouldn't want our very important pilot to go without, now would we?"

Not that she would probably have a chance to light up anyway, as the briefing started and ended with an order for deployment. Rescue operation under fire. Urban ruins. Insertion to the proper area of operations on foot, which meant no fast roping, and nothing like low altitude insertion. They'd have to travel light and be prepared to assist the Paskal unit no matter what condition they found them in. Well, wasn't that just fun. Precious cargo that'd likely deduct from their reward if retrieved in overly bad shape (which in this case generally meant dead). Nothing for it but to do it.

As the briefing was concluded with the order of ten minutes to prepare, Match instead turned to the dense, stocky ACHILLES class Raven. "So, planning on packing the serious heat, instead?" Which would be a notable disregard for Ceto's instructions, but it'd be far better to have a rotary cannon and flamethrower on hand than not, if the REDs proved especially intractable.

 

[Gears]

Song

Eddie Gears

Tags: None

Wind buffeted a lone figure as he adjusted the harness he wore over his jumpsuit- an overcoat on top of that kept him warm- though he didn't need fear the cold. He was dead after all- or mostly dead. Guess I'm just the corpse clinging to this world for a little longer. Eddie made sure the lines where secure before releasing the mechanism at the top, allowing him to descend in a careful glide- at least what he defined as careful, more falling at a speed slightly below breakneck. He slowed as he counted each floor before finally reaching the fiftieth floor. The building was a skeleton of a skyscraper, abandoned for years. The steel girders where brushed with rust, likely a few homeless people cowered on the lower floors, the ones that weren't collapsed. Eddie adjusted his form before shifting toward his target- a taller building around fifty meters ahead of him.

"Nymph, change the music."

"Fine- just watch where you step; your healing won't likely survive a fall like this, not to mention how you would look on the other side."

Eddie shivered a bit at the image of existing as a blob of flesh and cracked bones on the other side, crawling with broken arms. Reminded him of a few of the creatures he had seen there- perhaps that was connected? He pushed the thought aside as the music changed, from the spy music he had been playing to the next on his playlist- he tapped his foot to the opening guitar rift, pulling his binoculars from his coat as he looked over his target. From the side of the building, a helipad held two small craft- rotor based. Zoom in, activate facial recognition and lip reading. the device did as commanded, shifting to show the people departing from the craft. Each face was scanned and reconstructed in the corner of his vision, some a bit patchy due to the distance- filled in by Nymph.

... Sir, we should discuss... Maybe in the... Room- just a a few floors down... State of the art... Jorkevski's

"Piece of shit."

Eddie put the binoculars aside after hitting the device a few times, noting he would need to recalibrate the systems. After securing the item, he went through each object he had heard. They where moving a few floors down- meaning something between 45 and 50- five floors, each holding around fifty rooms. Far too many to explore before he could be caught. Eddie cycled between each piece of information, thinking. They where likely referring to a meeting or conference room, each would be named for a color, each floor holding a primary color set with different hues for each room. His Internal Research and Information System (IRIS) began to cycle through each floor, trying to guess a name. The thugs on the building had been wearing purple ties, showing they where in either the 44th and 45th floors- the two purples in that area. Eddie raised a hand and pulled up a hologram of the blueprints, showing each room. First he removed any rooms not meant for conferences. That left thirty for each, 60 total. The rooms would be too spread out to search each one.

His target was a pharmaceuticals expert, delivering and selling an unknown object. His orders mentioned that the object was dangerous- meaning it would require a state of the art Biological Hazard Defense System, narrowing it down to four rooms- each on opposite sides of the building. Eddie would have a decent shot at the northside ones- a bit to the east, but too far too look inside. Eddie quickly pulled a few tools from his jacket, tapping each steel girder with a rod. His system calculated the structural integredy each gave, and eventually he found the one with the least importance. The rod opened into a small laser, firing into the rust. Eddies eyes swapped to a minor heat sensitive vision, allowing him to watch his progress, pausing once he broke through the decayed portion. The steel below would be too strong to melt, so he swapped to a miniature buzz saw, cutting through the material according to Nymphs calculations.

"This won't work- if you don't crush yourself you will still have no time to reach the opposite side if you are wrong."

Her voice was monotone, showing the artificially constructed vocal patterns. A few words had differing tone or emotion, but she was still able to convey her disapproval of the plan.

"Have some faith- we should be fine, and a bit of Phlegethon should lend enough speed to reach the other side."

"You do realize that last nights medical scans showed more anomalies in your brain matter- after you went through half of that to try and outrun those bouncers?"

Eddie only grunted in response as the beam began to creak, collapsing on itself as he clambered onto the edge, arms wrapping around the rusted metal as it fell- slowly crossing the space between buildings until it stopped, his angle of the cut making it pause- though chances where it would collapse- especially with the explosive paste he was currently spraying behind him before leaping the remaining distance. Eddie barely managed to pull his gun from the holster as he reached the window, creating a web of cracks that he kicked through, covering his face as he rolled into the room. Luckily it was empty, but chances where someone would have heard the crash.

From his jacket, Eddie pulled a small green vial from its place, affixing a gas mask on his face before inserting the vial into a slot, before feeling a blinding pain. The mask directed the liquid into the insertion needle- well, more of a spike. The left lens fired the insert into his eye- shattering bone and piercing the brain. Energy coursed through Eddie as he staggered, mind suddenly filled with a fog- for a second forgetting anything but the gun at his side and the approaching footsteps. As two security guards burst through the door, Eddie became a blur, spinning around them before firing two shots in the back of their heads.

Eddie was out of the room before the bodies hit the ground, speeding across the room. Sirens began to ring in a slowed pattern, the main defense mechanism activating- a rotation that began to mix rooms, shifting the buildings orientation. The order was random, rooms changing to different sides as the security prepared a raid- but Eddie watched for one thing. The last phrase he had heard mentioned Jorkevski- a famous painter. A quick search showed his many works, and only one was dominated by purple- one of the cosmos repainted from a telescope capturing a unique night in 2034. That painting stood outside one room- directly across from him and moving. Eddie sped up, mind becoming more feral as he moved, ignoring the gunshots from gathered security agents- not even thinking about what he did to stop them, simple passing the piles of meat and blood that sprayed the walls where he passed. Eddie reached the door just as he heard a loud scraping- the room moving above with a lift, now that he had shown his target.

Eddie knew it wouldn't be long before that floor started shifting, so he opened the now empty room, slamming the door shut before pulling objects from his bag. Four explosives where placed on the wall, unfocused by his dwindling high, but good enough. Eddie finally placed a gravity mine at his feet, shifting it to the negative setting before blowing the fuses above. Eddie was launched as gravity itself shifted, flying through the hole in the ceiling. A pudgy man in a suit looked in horror as Eddie fired both revolvers- one hitting the door's lock and the other a security guard. As the high stopped, Eddie rolled out of the gravity field, hitting the floor before springing to his feet, dodging a swung baton before using his Tool to burn the mans hand, kicking him aside as he jumped for the guy in the suit, grabbing his briefcase before bouncing off the mans stomach and slamming through the window- which had oriented parallel with where he had initially entered the building, activating the explosives as he landed on the beam, wind rushing as he fell, holding on.

Green flashed around him as he shifted to a different place, one of slightly muted colors, eternal sunshine, and cold emptiness. Eddie fell for a few minutes as he calculated his next jump, looking at the coordinates of the ships meeting room, soon nearing its mate in this reality and disappearing again.

Eddie fell in his seat- yelping as the seat almost tipped over grabbing the table before leaning back. He was covered in ash, a bit of blood on his coat as he tossed it over the back of his chair, leaning back. He looked around, rubbing his head a bit as he took off the gas mask, exposing a wide grin as he put the briefcase aside, pulling a small candy from the pocket to chew on as he waited- naturally a lime green.

"Did I miss anything? Oh look, I got shot- damn, hate digging those out."

Eddie quickly pulled some tweezers from his pocket, pulling a small bullet from his chest as it began to close up- it was annoying to leave those inside before he healed- either giving him chest pain, or tripping metal detectors. He put the bloodied bullet on the table, neon green ichor covering it as he tried to fix his hair, the ash covered mass wild and untamed.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Callsign: Haraxhi
interaction:
location: Muster Station, Exodus​

*Clank* *hiss* changing bay opened up loud noise, a little too loud for the Raven occupants liking, letting out a small sign they’d look around there small room nothing out of place good, snatching up their hat they’d put it on affixing it carefully too there head as the data stream form the sensor modulus housed in it filled there hud, finally they could properly see, for Haraxhi being without it while not detrimental to there function made them extremely uncomfortable they where designed process a lot of info a lot of the time so lacking that input left them jittery. “Bloody el, one of those days isn’t it“ they’d grumble too themselves, the damn thing was miss-calibrated, probably one of the new guys then, hardly knew how to do proper maintenance.

and they where already on call already ok good could get back to calibrating later. heading over too the briefing, they got there overview of there job, recuse mission heady RED presence going on foot evac, they’d likely been on vanguard duties but Haraxhi didn’t mind that in the slightest. “Right got it, see ya lot in ten the hey?” With that they’d march their way back to pick up their halberd And two drones each one resembling a large dinner plate and resting themselves on the Ravens back hiding away. Once they’d collected there equipment it was straight to the aircraft for the Raven it was just luckily For them a fair bit of there kit was In-built.