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[Thugren]

Your unit is in shambles, your mens morale is broken. Ho sihts last attack on your small little base depleted most of your supplies.

Your commander, Col brandon Iron, the one who got you to see the light and defect from ho siht is laying agasint a wall, his hand gripped over a gut shot.

"vandir..."

he croaks.

"vandir boy...come here.."

[Authrix]

Vandir grit his teeth. It had been a hard battle, costly and telling. His men were broken, and he was close to the edge himself. Without supplies, without hope, how were they to - Vandir's train of thought was broken by Colonel Iron's call.

"Vandir boy... come here."

He went to him, his steps a measure between a walk and a worried run. "Sir?" He knew the man might not have long left, so waited intently for his response.

[Thugren]

He is wounded, you can see that. A vicious gutshot that is bleeding profusely.

Iron reaches up and pushes his pda into your hand.

"Im dead weight boy...Most of these boys are dead and dying..Take the survivors before the dead come..."

YOu can see the distance , undead are watching you from a forest nearby.

the men are listless, scavenging the dead, they havent heard you but you can see at least four or five are still combat ready

[Authrix]

Vandir sighed deeply, regret heavy in the air. With a grim nod to Iron, he motioned to the survivors.

"You're with me. We're leaving before the undead decide they've got a problem." He let a lingering gaze drift over Iron. "His orders. We push on until we're out of danger, then go from there. Sound good?"

[Thugren]

The men nod, broken but in agreement.


You quickly leave the scene, ignoring the gunshots that ring through the air as you depart.

Caleb, your units medic walks to your side, he is covered in wounds but still smiling.

"Vandir....I have news.."

[Authrix]

Vandir looked at the man, sizing him up. Wounded, but alive. Well, that's one thing.
"Go ahead." He replied, eager to get the news.

[Thugren]

he leans in confidentially.

"I hear that nearby is a camp of mercenaries that share our ideals....Why dont we contact them and try to get some allies."

[Authrix]

"That sounds like a very good idea. Radio them and set up something between us. At this point, we need all the friends we can get. Report to me when you're done."

[Thugren]

He pulls out a pda and he looks at you.

"he is sending a liason....Her wants to meet in the old slaughtehouse, are you ok with that?"

[Armoured Priest]

bumped for authirix to post.

[Authrix]

"The old slaughterhouse? Interesting choice... but yes, we shall honour that. I want the men set up to cover us should we need to make an escape though."

[Thugren]

the men set up quickly. YOur men surround ther upper rafter, weapons trained on you and the door as soon enough you see the doors open.


a man enters, he is in a skin tight bodyasuit and his face is bscured by a mask.


"zaare you the one looking to fight back ?"

he asks, shouldering his weapon

[Armoured Priest]

bump to keep open

[Armoured Priest]

bump once more.

[Authrix]

[spoiler=OOC] Really sorry about not keeping up with this, I have been stupidly busy as of late... [/spoiler]

Vandir followed his action, trying to evaluate the other man. "Aye, we are. And might I ask why you're looking to fight?"

[Thugren]

The man smiles.

"Were about tired of the busted goverment....Im an envoy from the saints...Here to bring you back if you are willing to agree to a set of terms."

[Authrix]

Vandir paused. Preset terms were never good news.
"That depends on what those terms are" He stated slowly, his hand slipping to his sidearm cautiously.

[Thugren]

he smirks and the heavily armored men behind him draw out advance looking rifles.

YOu go through processing.....And become part of our group...We have food shelter and chems....Its a pretty good gi"

around you your squad tenses, not sure of what to think of the newcomers

[Authrix]

Vandir almost smirked at the men as they drew their rifles, no stranger to the art of suggested force. He was, however, no fool.
'Stand down' he ordered, before addressing the man again. 'I don't trust you. I'll make that much clear now. However, you have what we need. Whether we walk away right now or come with you depends on what this "processing" involves. So, tell me, what does it involve?'

[Thugren]

"Bagguing and tagging. YOu get implanted with monitor nodes than assigned rank and file."


THe squad looks at you as the snipers take positions