Beowoof
Morality Policeman :)
Five figures in camouflage cloaks skulked amidst the trees and bushes at near-dusk, approaching the Imperial outpost that lay in the clearing about two hundred meters ahead, downhill. The shortest one--blond; brown-eyed--took the lead with her carbine glued to her shoulder and ready to fire at the drop of a hat.
This was the farthest Imperial camp to the north of the only true city on Rodica--or Nicoleta, as the resistors might prefer to call it--and would therefore have an ample supply of weaponry to help its inhabitants best defend themselves as they were rather alone. It would not be an easy raid, but it was the most removed from civilization, and by the time an reinforcements might arrive, the invading rebels would be long gone.
The mission would be a success, Jehanne had predicted, and that was really the only reason they were out here. Olsen, Mariah, Kax, and Chyffra were her comrades, though she had specifically warned Kax to stay behind, but to no avail. They knew she was a witch, but that did not mean they believed much of what she said. Not that she could blame them. There were things Jehanne did not quite trust about her own abilities, and there were only a few out there--about as many as could be counted on one hand--meaning no one was truly mastered at any of the unexplainable endowments of power. And Jehanne had only ever met one of the other witches.
Fanning out, the Crinan resistors took up positions behind natural obstructions and peeked through the scopes of their rifles. They only used slugthrowers, as blaster fire was easy to trace to the source, while a bullet was essentially invisible prior to contact. All was silent with them as they surveyed the base below, save an airy and mellow whistle Jehanne made, mimicking the call of one of the native birds. In response, Olsen tread softly down the embankment and behind a tree not forty meters away from the outpost's boundaries to get a good look at what was inside.
May victory be accorded to us, as divined. In ritual, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, then tapped her finger to the center of her forehead and upon each eyelid, outlining a triangle on her face. Following this routine, the girl returned her finger to her trigger. Whoever was down there would be getting no relaxation this evening.
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This was the farthest Imperial camp to the north of the only true city on Rodica--or Nicoleta, as the resistors might prefer to call it--and would therefore have an ample supply of weaponry to help its inhabitants best defend themselves as they were rather alone. It would not be an easy raid, but it was the most removed from civilization, and by the time an reinforcements might arrive, the invading rebels would be long gone.
The mission would be a success, Jehanne had predicted, and that was really the only reason they were out here. Olsen, Mariah, Kax, and Chyffra were her comrades, though she had specifically warned Kax to stay behind, but to no avail. They knew she was a witch, but that did not mean they believed much of what she said. Not that she could blame them. There were things Jehanne did not quite trust about her own abilities, and there were only a few out there--about as many as could be counted on one hand--meaning no one was truly mastered at any of the unexplainable endowments of power. And Jehanne had only ever met one of the other witches.
Fanning out, the Crinan resistors took up positions behind natural obstructions and peeked through the scopes of their rifles. They only used slugthrowers, as blaster fire was easy to trace to the source, while a bullet was essentially invisible prior to contact. All was silent with them as they surveyed the base below, save an airy and mellow whistle Jehanne made, mimicking the call of one of the native birds. In response, Olsen tread softly down the embankment and behind a tree not forty meters away from the outpost's boundaries to get a good look at what was inside.
May victory be accorded to us, as divined. In ritual, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, then tapped her finger to the center of her forehead and upon each eyelid, outlining a triangle on her face. Following this routine, the girl returned her finger to her trigger. Whoever was down there would be getting no relaxation this evening.
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