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{Mission Specs}Name: Heroes Wanted Infinity Mission: Will Always be Posted Catching: No Members: 1-4 Reward: •5 per bandit defeated, max •30 Description: Recently, supply caravans have reported being attacked by bandits in the deeper regions of the Desert. With local police forces being dedicated to protecting the developing towns and cities, the desert is turning into a badlands and a haven for outlaws. Until the roads and train lines are complete, and a national police force is established, I'm issuing an ongoing mission to run with the caravans and keep their cargo safe from attackers. Caravans travel between four different locations; Phenac, Rutile, Pyrite, and Arkose. Orre can't progress with these outlaws running rampant. Notes: While it's ultimately up to the mods what counts, as a rule of thumb, to count towards the reward a bandit should have at least two Pokemon or one third evolution. A caravan will normally consist of two to four pickup trucks, each with a driver and a passenger, and a number of workers driving ATVs. The path the caravan rides can be either raw desert or road, choice of the participants. The characters can also drive an ATV if justified (e.g. isn't too young to drive), or opt to ride their own Pokemon or in the bed of a truck. The caravan can be done differently if the current setup is not favored.
I'M HERE TO WORK, NOT FUCK AROUND
SONG: Battle in the Desert NOTES: Can't recall ever doing a mission. Here's hoping it goes well. |||||
A masculine voice came up over a brief silence, his youthful tone filled with joviality, though it was forced, as if he were trying to lighten up the mood. “Hey, guy, you want some water?” Another masculine voice responded, though this one was mechanically distorted, though her tone of seriousness was still easily recognizable as she simple replied, “No.” The young adult who asked groaned slightly in response and wormed his upper body back through the window into the truck, sipping from the canteen himself.
The location was just outside Phenac City, and the caravan was waiting in the shade of the Phenac walls. Five people in ATVs and three pick-up trucks, one of which Aspis was standing in the back. The sun was beating down on them all mercilessly, as well as any desert sun should, though the humans all defended themselves rather well; the ones in the pick-ups had their windows shut and the AC blowing, and the humans in the ATVs had their heads covered.
Aspis, the masked Ace of Steinhart, was fully covered; with the Steinhart uniform and a trench coat, along with the white, death-like mask, every single inch of her skin was covered, and with the voice changer, had the impression of being a male, something that the caravan had already assumed and Aspis neglected to correct. She leaned down slightly, looking through the back of the pickup to check the time on the dashboard, red, demonic eyes narrowing as she saw it. The other Steinhart representative, Izumi Yamamura, was late. Fifteen minutes late so far. Aspis almost growled; she knew nothing of one of the newest recruits of Steinhart, but already she disliked her. While she didn’t like it, it was better to have as much help as possible, which was the only reason why she didn’t already give the all clear to go.
Lowering the window, the young man from before spoke up again, his tone no longer having the forced positivity, “How much longer we gonna wait?”
Aspis spoke again, simple, business-like, as she always did. “Give them another 15 minutes.”
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Jan 4, 2014 7:20:41 GMT -5
There was always a certain hazard about going to an unfamiliar place—and being too proud to ask for directions. Simply put, Izumi was, for lack of a better word, lost. She had to travel beyond the normal expanses of Unova on a ship that was headed out to some region called Orre (and she was seasick for half the trip, which did not help matters) and once she’d arrived, there was a telegram waiting for her—but the instructions on it were illegible at best, she could only attempt to decipher the message as she unballed Sora and then fed him something, before saying, “I’m sorry about this, but you do love flying, right? Let’s go, I have to find this town and get there before whoever else is there has my head.”
“Brav? Braviary!” she heard the now grown-up Sora squawk as she watched him spread his wings—and slightly lower himself so that she could get astride his back—and then the Valiant Pokemon took off and began crisscrossing the skies. The little problem here too was that since Sora was unfamiliar with this particular region, it did involve a bit of guesswork, having to figure out which town was where—but since the avian members of the Pokemon world had such strong memories when it came to memorizing places, Sora proved itself to be useful as both ‘mon and his mistress flew across the skies of Orre. Man it’s a desert here… lucky I haven’t changed into the uniform yet, she thought, remembering that the telegram also came with a package—she had opened it before the flight and was surprised to see that it was the official Steinhart uniform. Yikes, this is it then, she thought to herself once more as Sora’s flight direction was pointing at an angle downwards—had he spotted another city?
“I hope this is the right one…” she hissed to herself as Sora came to a fantastic landing—and saw that there were several locals milling around, and after hurriedly inquiring if this was Phenac City, she breathed a sigh of relief—and then immediately looked for the nearest private area so that she could dress up in peace without having to be so blatantly obvious. The cast on her right arm was no longer in a sling, as it was now just the actual plaster—and her left eye was a little better now. Still, struggling into the uniform with a weighed-down broken arm was a challenge in itself.
Approximately seven minutes later, a figure dashed out of the alleyway it had ducked in, wearing the official uniform that she’d received—and she knew she was late, she had no excuse—and she picked up the pace, asking around for the local travelling caravan and was subsequently directed there, her Braviary flying above her, acting as a sentinel from the skies. Ah shit, I’m in for it, she thought, seeing that the entire assembly was waiting to go—and that some of the people were giving her strange, odd looks.
Do I really stand out that much? She thought once more, remembering the details of the message she’d gotten, which had no sender listed—and then turned to look around and see if there was someone else who was dressed in attire similar to herself. She was secretly thankful that she had worn the heavy-duty boots instead of her usual pair of sneakers, because from what she could tell, they were going to be crossing a desert—and she quashed all thoughts of eating as she finally spotted someone who was dressed like her… but wearing a mask. Strange, I don’t remember Kaname wearing one… she thought as she quickly moved to where the masked individual stood—and looked up for a brief moment, whistling sharply. The signals made Sora fly down and finally settled down at an angle behind her, and she had not many words to say, but this, “I can offer no apologies for my being late, except that I have come from another region.”
She then waited in silence, unable to help herself and stare at the curiosity that was wearing this creepy-looking mask. Time to not let things go out of control… she thought to herself as the other individuals that were waiting finally went to their positions in order to start the journey.
Post by Nigenteki Reikon on Jan 4, 2014 8:27:44 GMT -5
I'M HERE TO WORK, NOT FUCK AROUND
SONG: NOTES: |||||
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Every second made the young man antsier, revealing the fact he wanted to do this thing as quickly as possible, but Aspis simply stood, waiting, casting her eyes around in search for that Steinhart member that should be here by now. Her patience was being tried more and more, but she continued to leave it be; the fact of the matter was that working with this person was an order from Saber himself.
A shadow moving across the ground suddenly turned Aspis’ eyes upwards, immediately narrowing and turning to look behind her. The presence of a Braviary was not normal, and although the possibility of it being some random trainer’s was possible, it was disproven as a woman approached the caravan.
Disbelief was all that Aspis had at first; the woman had a cast on her arm and her left eye was black. She looked like she just got out of a fight and she was reporting for duty?! Was she fit to? Aspis ignored Izumi’s reply, but the man that had been rapping his palm on the side of the door suddenly looked in the mirror and out to Izumi, “Geez, lady, you okay?” Before Izumi could reply – if she was even able, since she seemed to be very curious about the mask – Aspis held up her gloved hand, staring at Yamamura.
Did Saber know that she was injured? If so, why would he order her to do a task like this? Escorting a caravan into the desert was not a simple matter, especially with the threat of an attack hovering over the trek. Was there more to this girl that a broken arm and a bruised eye? Was her team able to be led by a broken leader?
“…Get in, Yamamura.”
As Aspis spoke, she turned away, leaning down in the back of the pickup to ensure that she doesn’t lose her balance when it moved out. The ATV’s were already revving and moving out, since they were the scouts, they would have to be a distance away to serve effectively as a warning system.
This woman, Yamamura, better serve Steinhart well, even when injured.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Jan 5, 2014 2:22:53 GMT -5
She turned her head at the sound of one of the convoy’s concern—and she just nodded her head. “I’ve been through worse, trust me, there’s more than having this,” she said in a reassuring voice—all through the half of her trip from Unova (the part where she wasn’t so seasick) she’d been practicing to getting used to doing things left-handed, and it was working out much better than she hoped—and she was also secretly pleased, since Nixe was now a full-fledged Empoleon, which was an advantage since she now gained resistance to approximately more types (as she had discovered courtesy of another traveler on the ship, that Empoleon was now part-Steel) than ever. However, she could not stop staring at the mask, and she then turned towards Sora for a bit, before saying, “Follow us from the sky. Keep an eye out,” she said, along with a sharp whistle—which her Braviary took as a sign to take off and immediately flew into the air, keeping a sharp eye out on his mistress, the raven-haired individual.
How… terse, she thought to herself—she could not help but wonder at the sound of the voice that had come from the mask. Really, I’d better ask around if Steinhart members wear masks and all that… she thought to herself once more as she then sat down in the back of the pick-up; there were other ways of making sure that nothing fishy would happen (after all, she had Sora to man the skies for her) as they finally rolled out; and she then began to lock her gaze on to the distance—because honestly, she wasn’t sure if her companion was one to talk. Better not risk it, she thought once more, quashing the feeling of hunger as she heard the pick-up’s engine rev up, a sign that they were getting ready to go. You can survive worse; you’ve gone up against a bounty hunter and lived to tell the tale.
Back up in the sky, the Braviary kept an eye out on the smaller vehicles that were now beginning to move forward; and then kept a close guard on the vehicle that had his mistress in it—even if he was a Flying-type, he could only wonder if she was truly alright; but brushed it off a few moments later and began to move at the same time that the pick-ups were finally rolling out, and were now headed into the expanse towards who-knew-where. Would there be chaos? The strange prickly feeling that the Valiant Pokemon got was a sign that this trip was not going to be all that smooth…
For quite a while, aside from the gentle roar of the engine and the occasional jar that shifted the contents of the pickup, silence ruled. Vesta, or Aspis, wasn’t much for talking, at least not when she was on-duty. She focused on the job, constantly moving her head around to keep a steady view on everything, including the skies, since the mask robbed her of her peripheral vision.
Still, at the back of her mind, somewhere below the surface, her mind did wander somewhat, even if her attention never wavered. She wondered what sort of person would arrive to work injured, especially when that work heavily implied vigorous actions. Was she even strong enough to serve? Was her team evolved? Then again, she wasn’t very strong when she was recruited… why was she thinking about this anyway? Saber must have some trust in her if he allowed her into the ranks of Steinhart….
…Then again, she wasn’t Saber. Aspis would work with this Yamamura girl, but if that girl wanted her trust, she had to prove her worth.
Red, demonic eyes turned to the cabin of the truck as the radio made the noise, and one of the ATV scouts voices came out only slightly distorted from the somewhat aged system, “…Uhh, guys? We got a couple guys comin’ in from the west over here. You mind sendin’ one of those Steinhart guys over? …Maybe the guy with the skull mask?”
Aspis’ eyes were already pointed to the west with the first sentence. It was far off, very far off, and well-hidden by the desert’s heat shimmers, but in the distance, Aspis could make out the general shape of someone or something coming in their direction. Time for action.
“I’ll go and take care of them before they reach us,” Aspis spoke in her disguised voice, “Yamamura, stay here and protect the caravan. Steelix!”
On command, Zwei, one of the oldest members of Steinhart now in her command, appeared from his Poké Ball, his giant form making the truck seem rather small in comparison. He chose not to ride along the ground, instead immediately using Magnet Rise to keep up with the truck, even using Rock Polish to ensure that he keeps up with the 30 MPH caravan. The driver of the truck noticed the noise and looked to his left into the red eyes of the Steel-type.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Babbling out of sheer fear, the driver suddenly swerved to the right, the impatient young man next to him screaming and gripping the seat as the truck served left and right, Zwei moving away slightly to avoid a collision, making the worst part of the driver’s panic the fact that the contents in the back – the very contents Aspis and Izumi were sitting around – shift around madly, forcing Aspis to brace her hands against the wall and use her legs to keep the crates in front of her against the wall, waiting out the few long seconds before the driver got the car back in control before slamming her fist against the cabin. “Watch it, moron! These crates are loose!”
With a growl, Aspis jumped out of the caravan, landing on the lower end of Zwei’s body and running along his body to move to his head. With a glare at the driver, Aspis tapped her foot on Zwei’s head, prompting him to roar softly and turn away from the truck, flying away and over the head of the ATV scout that initially warned of the coming caravan, the man just staring in awe as the giant Pokémon flies over his head.
Used Magnet Rise and Rock Polish to keep up with the truck.
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