what kind of operation are you running over here anyway?
[Who:] Arthas and Claire (and open for multithreads, esp. if Narcissa wants to tag in)
[What:] Arthas pelts the welcome wagon with questions
[When:] the same day as Arthas' introductory network post
[Where:] Civilian base, near the fountain
[Warnings:] highly flammable
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[What:] Arthas pelts the welcome wagon with questions
[When:] the same day as Arthas' introductory network post
[Where:] Civilian base, near the fountain
[Warnings:] highly flammable
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Rhade had rearranged the manager's office of the mattress store (where they had been using for barracks) to be most advantageous. The desk faced the door. Behind the desk was the ventilation system, and the grate he kept loose just in case. The walls were lined with whatever sharp implements he'd managed to collect from the mall's restaurants. Two large rifles at the side, his force lance in his holster, and he was sitting at the desk with a serious look on his face as he was marking off various routes on the maps.
He had a plan. He just had to figure out how to properly implement it, and keep as many of his people safe as possible.
As for Rhade himself, he was wearing heavy leather for armor. He wanted the mobility and it was what he had access to. He didn't look up, but he could smell something wicked even before Arthas was at his door.
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Arthas stopped short at the threshold - this looked important, like someone at least knew what they were doing. An armory. Albiet very makeshift; he knew they were the "civilians" but hadn't thought this was going to be fought like a peasant uprising. Everyone take a pitchfork. With his luck, the militants would already have airborne. Your skills are needed. Evidently. They'd brought in the right man, then. Let it never be said he couldn't make the best out of a bad situation.
"Death Knight Arthas Menethil reporting. I was told to come here."
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Rhade looked up, surveying the very large, and well armored man that came through the door. He might have even spent more time adoring that armor if it wasn't for the reek he brought with him. It reminded him quite a bit of those bodies that rose, grappled for him soon after his introduction.
He tilted his head slightly and slowly stood.
"I'm Commander Rhade. I received a notice to expect someone for tactics and combat. Your rank has yet to be issued." He shoved the papers aside. "What are you already aware of, besides that you've been thrust into a war you probably care nothing about and have been assigned a side."
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"I can work the communications network, I know the identifying signs of the respective armies and what the arena of events is called, I know that you have loose undead outside that can be an asset, I know that this isn't my world, I know we have informants on the Militant side and I know that when we win, I get to go back to my own war.
Killing them shouldn't be a problem. I'm something of a specialist. Are these maps accurate?"
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He shows him the maps of the area, and many of the underground. Points marked off on it indicating points of strategic interest.
"There's a shipment including food and weapons that's regularly dropped. While they've fortified their location, they've hindered their mobility. I want to claim as much ground as I can, and make the retrieval of the drops much more efficient. They can also be used as a lure, if we know the terrain well enough."
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"There are a few dozen left on the outskirts where they can't smell you. I called them. They're patrolling the perimeter and can be used as light-armored ground troops."
He tipped his head and smiled. There was something distinctly off about it.
"'Volatile.'
What is the opposite army like? For that matter, how many do we have?"
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"That is up for debate. Our numbers have been inconsistent. Some have remained strictly independent, either being removed by the HOOD or making failed attempts to leave the area.
"The enemy armies surrounding us tend to regard invaders with hostility. We must be a threat to them in some way that's undetermined, though supplies might be enough. The area is barren and difficult to grow things on."
He was still worried about the Doppelganger. He didn't want to mention this though. It could wait. "We also may have lost a soldier. I've not heard back from her and she disobeyed an order to return. There's also been no word from the hospital. If she's been captured, we have insufficient resources to retrieve her. We have to forge ahead and treat the network as potentially compromised."
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Oh no. Oh fuck, are you kidding me?
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His tight smile DID say how much of a joke he thought that was.
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"This isn't a war," he hissed, "It's a ...scrimmage." he wrinkled his nose.
"I was brought out of - of my kingdom and away from my master to take a wasteland with seventeen people?"
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His eyes close suddenly and his hands go limp. His expression wipes clean.
You will cooperate. You will do anything you have to to return to me.
His eyes blink open and roll back down.
"I apologize, sir."
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"I suspect the other side will attack soon. I've thought so since Voldemort's disappearance. I'm not magical. They have more active sorcerers than us. I've been moving most of our useful stock out of the mall and into various locations in the tunnels, that way if trapping them and destroying a portion of the mall is necessary when they attack, we won't be compromised.
"That said. I recommend you make the most of this idiotic game because we're either forced to remain until one of us wins, or one of us makes the HOOD device bend to our control. If it's taken this long to gather our meager numbers, I anticipate the formation of a full army of thousands- what was here before, would take infinitely longer."
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His voice was low - but if he could be submissive and obedient to the Dreadlords that had killed his people, he would damn well do this.
At his side, Frostmourne purred. Yes. Everything would be alright.
"What are my orders?"
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