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Author Topic: Team Six: Garrison Regiment [Assault on Utopia]  (Read 1243 times)

Team Six: Garrison Regiment [Assault on Utopia]
« on: June 02, 2018, 09:00:40 AM »
Characters involved (this is not a posting order):

  • Arkin Holt - 4/4 pairs of blades remaining; 91% gas remaining
  • Gladios Haggard - 4/4 pairs of blades remaining; 87% gas remaining
  • Ian Dietrich - 4/4 pairs of blades remaining; 91% gas remaining
  • Mitabi Jarnach - 4/4 pairs of blades remaining; 89% gas remaining
  • Rico Brzenska - 4/4 pairs of blades remaining; 93% gas remaining
  • Silke Falkenrath - 4/4 pairs of blades remaining; 92% gas remaining
  • Dot Pixis [Squad Leader] - 4/4 pairs of blades remaining; 93% gas remaining
  • Anka Rheinberger - 4/4 pairs of blades remaining; 91% gas remaining
  • Gustav Volk - 4/4 pairs of blades remaining; 90% gas remaining

It has been some hours since the assault on Utopia began.  The day is at its hottest point, with the summer sun beating down on the most northerly settlement of humanity.  Blood congeals on dusty cobblestones as the death toll continues to rise with the temperature.  The outer gate still yawns open, allowing more and more Titans to enter the city, though the lead offensive team are quick to thin their numbers.  Meanwhile, the inner gate’s mechanism has been successfully repaired, allowing civilians to evacuate behind Wall Rose.

This Garrison contingent were summoned by the distress signals and flares that rippled out from Utopia.  It has been a long ride, with the soldiers frequently changing their tired horses for fresh mounts to ensure the swiftest possible journey north.  The details of what disaster awaits them are unclear, rumours and witness testimony regurgitated with urgency by the military members they meet along the way. 

With a tide of civilians pushing through the inner gate, the group use their ODM gear to mount the Wall.  From there, they can survey the destruction wrought upon the settlement.  Now they must decide how best to support the existing units in the battlefield, and whether they should seek out their Commander; Pixis had travelled to Utopia earlier in the day, in the company of Anka Rheinberger and Gustav Volk.  Ultimately, the team’s choices and actions will have an effect on the event and its outcome.

As this is a site-wide plot, the NPC account may occasionally feature in the thread, acting as a checkpoint and controlling non-player characters.

If you have a character you would like to have join this team/event, please reach out to a member of staff! « Last Edit: June 09, 2018, 10:12:58 PM by Puffin »
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Re: Team Six: Garrison Regiment [Assault on Utopia]
« Reply #1 on: June 02, 2018, 07:37:07 PM »
The grit of Silke’s jaw was hard pressed, stern and a reflection of the steely fire that burned within the depths of her icy blue eyes. She could pick up the acrid scent of destruction off the wind, that looming sight of Utopia spiraling into view; smoke ravaging like a haze. It had been a long ride from the Trost District, but she had seen the flares from the north – that distress signal she could never ignore – and abandoned her post to rush out towards the fray. Other Garrison had witnessed the signals, too, and she had soon joined with familiar faces. The sigil of the crimson roses glinted off their backs, heralding the coming of the regiment as they kicked up dust, headed for what she only could assume was to be catastrophe.

It was her forth or fifth horse she rode upon, heels of her boots pressed deep into its side to spur it on, and despite having her sharp eyes fixed on the looming walls of Utopia, her mind raced a thousand miles ahead of her. They were mostly left in the dark with little to go off, save for those rumors and exaggerations from the fellow soldiers they did pass along the way.

Squads had been sent out; civilians prioritized in evacuation. And then there were the whispers that the Cadet Corps was seen in Utopia, so close to graduating when the disaster hit – Silke’s thoughts were immediately on her son. Was Axel out there, running through the streets to fight off the abrupt Titan flood? Was he hurt? Injured? Was he-

Up the Wall. Focus on the task at hand. You will see him.

It was a mantra to snap her back to reality. Tearing herself from the fog of worries, she threw her reigns down and leapt gracefully from her nameless steed; flaring out the wires of the ODM gear to haul herself up the towering walls of stone. She clambered upwards with efficiency, breathing heavy as she pushed to the top of the barrier.

The sweat from the heat of the day cooled against her skin, but the gust of air that howled above the settlement, tearing through her long black hair, did little to freeze the horror pounding through her heart. The reign of hellfire that consumed a bastion of humanity’s safety was startling. From her perch, she could see that outer gate pouring in the shambling bodies of Titans – their fleshy and demented proportions stretched across bone, dancing erratically through the streets. Why hadn’t they shut the gate yet? From where the flesh eaters roamed lay debris, memories of death. Sticky patches of blood looked like nothing more than dark stains from afar, but she knew each one signaled a life lost.

Who had perished, unable to run for help? Picked off by the beasts that knew no mercy? Was this how Siganshina fell, her family, her husband, and so many other victims of that unexpected slaughter?

Her heart burned with despair and fury. No… this time, it was not going to end the same way. She was eerily calm, but deep down, overcome by a torrent of emotion.

“What is our course of action? My suggestions would be to see to those that need our help the most, but there seems to be no end to them…” Her voice sounded far as she suddenly spoke up, to no one in particular, but as a general question seeking guidance. There were figures below, ushering out the civilians to safety, and she could watch across the disjointed rooftops the sweeping forms of Titans grabbing at the air for those that swung around their heads; desperate to conspire the killing blow.

If she were acting alone, she would have taken a leap of faith from the precipice and dove straight into the fray. Blades extended, a murderer’s glint in her eye taking over the softness of her usual personality. There were offensive teams, seeking out the Titans to thin from the crowd, or the bodies below shepherding out the remaining citizens; holding that line strong. If it was entirely up to her, which needed help the most?

But she was not a leader; not yet. She was a Garrison grunt receiving orders from others, and therefore, she turned to peer over her shoulder to see if any fellow comrades had joined her specific perch on the Wall.

Silke would banter on the course of action, but in the end, desired nothing more than to throw herself into the bloody carnage. She had someone to protect, and down there, dead or alive, she would find him. If the rumors reigned true, if her son really was sloshing through the crimson soaked streets with all the other Cadets, Silke would fight for him.

Axel was the only thing she had left in this world.

If he didn’t make it…

Hell hath no fury like a mother’s wrath.
« Last Edit: June 02, 2018, 07:37:36 PM by Silke Falkenrath »
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Re: Team Six: Garrison Regiment [Assault on Utopia]
« Reply #2 on: June 07, 2018, 02:56:27 AM »
Arkin had found himself almost lost in the sound of hooves thundering on the ground and his own ragged breath in his ears. It seemed like days since he had left the ever capable Rahab in command of his team and had mounted the first of a few horses to make the breakneck journey to Utopia. He had found himself riding among mostly old friends though. He knew most of them. Knew they were capable and strong - and that gave him comfort. He if he could not be with his own team - he was content to be with Ian, Mitabi, and the rest.

With his hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes red from the dust, Arkin looked towards the sun for a moment. His grandmother was fond of saying that no matter what happened, whatever tragedy befell, the sun would rise again. Well, here it was, high in the sky, beating down on those who were dead and those who were about to meet death. There was a cruelty to the sun today. Sighing, he took the smallest of sips from his canteen. Arkin would save what water he could for those who needed it more.

He had followed the rest of the group up and perched himself at the very edge of the building - confident to stand with just the heels of his boots on the ledge. Horrific did not even touch the sight that met Arkin’s pale eyes. His heart fell as he took it all in. It was an obligation in his mind that he looked. That he saw and that he remembered.

To keep them safe. To keep humanity safe. That is why he joined the military. To protect those he cared about. For more than a decade, he had loyally and ably manned the cannons and hurled himself up and down the Walls in defence of humanity. Now here he was - and it was horrific. He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed to whoever was listening - if anyone was listening - that those dearest to his heart were well. Arkin wondered for a moment if that was selfish but decided it really did not matter.

"Save all you can," Arkin murmured to himself.

His blades were out - the one in his left held at a slightly unique angle due to his mangled pinky and ring finger. After his accident, Arkin had wondered if he could wield a blade again. The concern had been, for the most part, unfounded. His grip was odd - but he made it work well enough.

"I know Pixis, Gustav, and Anka were a few hours ahead of us," he offered the group, "I'm not sure where they are now."

Another scream caused Arkin's head to jerk in the direction it came from and he gritted his teeth. His instincts were screaming at him to jump and fight - but he knew that they had to form a plan. Hurling into the fray would only result in more needless death.
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"But even yet I have so many miles to go."

Re: Team Six: Garrison Regiment [Assault on Utopia]
« Reply #3 on: June 20, 2018, 10:27:53 AM »
It might have been an idyllic day high on the Wall; the sun was warm, even up here, its heat punctuated by the light breeze that ruffled through Ian’s dirty blond hair.  Only there was something oppressive in the sunshine - a promise to soon have the soldiers sweating through their shirts, and later gasping for flasks of water - and the summer wind carried with it cries of fear and pain.

The distant and indistinct wailing cut at Ian’s heart as he stalked along the very edge of the ramparts, his thighs aching from the long ride as he peered down into the chaos.  Utopia District was a slaughtering pen and, although the inner gate was open, with civilians pressing through in desperation, there were far too many souls who were less fortunate.

Some homes had been all but demolished, bowed beneath the weight of those Titans who had attempted to clamber over the obstacles.  Rubble lay thick on those streets, while smoke hung acrid on the air, its source both fading flares and the fires that burned unattended.  And there was blood, smudged and splattered.  From civilians or soldiers, it was impossible to tell.  Were they really using the Training Corps cadets - mere children - to defend the city?

A slaughtering pen.

Ian sighed through his nose and turned to look at his comrades, his gaze softening on the familiar faces of Mitabi, Rico, Silke, Arkin and Gladios.  In the rush north, in the hurry to answer the call for aid, squads had been separated, regrouping into hastily formed teams.  How lucky he was to have Silke, who had served as his squadmate for over a decade; how lucky he was to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with lifelong friends.  There wasn’t a single person here who he would not die for, there was not a single one who he did not trust completely.

Silke was the first to speak, to prompt the discussion the group so desperately needed to have.  They needed to think fast, to prioritise, and then move - the longer they hesitated, the more lives would be lost.  Ian sorely wished Dot was with them.  The Commander’s experience and expertise would see their strengths used to fullest potential.  Arkin’s contribution that their leader and his aides, Anka and Gustav, had arrived some hours before them gave Ian hope.

His grey eyes picked over the battlefield, coloured faintly with horror as he weighed and measured the needs of those contingents he could see.  As far as he could tell, they would all be glad of assistance.  ​“My suggestion is that we put ourselves between the Titans and the evacuation,” Ian began.  Though he was a squad leader back in Trost, he didn’t believe he possessed the stategising capability required for a situation as dire as this.  ​“We could begin near the inner gate, and sweep outwards, picking off the Titans we encounter.  We would need to be thorough - if even one slips through our formation, it could spell disaster for the evacuees.”  Ian unhooked the flare gun that hung at his hip with quiet purpose.  “A soldier - even a cadet - has a chance to fight, to defend themselves.  But the common people have only us to depend on.” 

Strong, slender fingers purposefully loaded a cartridge.  Green.  Mission commenced.  Except, in the chaos, their present mission was theirs to choose, and they still weren’t decided on what to do.  But at the very least, the high-flying streak of green would be seen as an announcement of their presence, assurance that help had arrived, and maybe - just maybe - it would give the battle-weary soldiers below some some small sliver of hope.

“Cover your ears,” Ian instructed, raising his hand high and squeezing the trigger.  With a loud sound, the canister was ejected, the summer breeze smudging its billowing emerald smoke as it soared high above the district.  The flare gun was quietly sheathed in favour of blades, Ian adjusting his grasp of the handles until they hung comfortably in his hands.  He turned to regard Arkin hopefully.  ​“Perhaps the Commander will see the signal.”
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Re: Team Six: Garrison Regiment [Assault on Utopia]
« Reply #4 on: August 26, 2018, 08:44:26 AM »
((ooc: Some cursing involved. Just fyi))

The day started as a quiet as any other day working the wall usually started. Assigned to part of the wall north of Trost, Mitabi and his squad was inspecting that section of the wall for any signs of wear and weakness that needed to be repaired and fortified. It was an easy task that Mitabi did not mind undertaking as he planned to drink...heavily after work. Tomorrow was his day off and he planned to enjoy his night with a tankard of ale and good friends.

“Hey Mitabi, is there a drill going on today or something?”  Liam asked as they hung on the titan side of the divide.

“Not that I know of. Why?” Mitabi answered as he tapped a stone and rubbed off some dirt, checking for any signs of weakness or crumbling.

“What in the hell is that then?”

“Oi, Liam has the heat gone to your...” He did not finish his words. Looking up at his squadmate to see if he needed to slap the stupid out of him, he eyes fell upon the pillars of colored smoke, distress signals from the north, decorate the sky.

A string of obscenities rolled off his tongue.

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In the moment of uncertainty and confusion, his squad rode south - to prepare Trost in case the worst was to come - as he rode north catching up to other Garrison soldiers that had answered the call. Mitabi was relieved not to be riding alone and that those who would be offering support to Utopia were amongst the best that the Garrison had to offer. They spoke little and remained focused on the what they faced ahead of them, Mitabi’s brows pinched together as he focused on pushing forward, words caught in his throat as he thought of the worst. 
 
On top of the wall,  Mitabi joined the others as they surveyed the destruction below. It was a shit show for sure. The Garrison stationed in Utopia was -lacking- to put it nicely, and with rumors that the cadets were the ones charged with defending the city, he was surprised that inner gate was even still intact.

Shit 

Cadets


He turned to look over at Silke, who he has known since they were just children dreaming of defending the walls from the monsters that roamed outside of them. He knew that her boy was a cadet - fresh and still untested in the field. How cruel of a fate. He wanted to say something, but anything that would have fallen from his lips would have been poorly worded and bring no comfort.  He couldn't even begin to understand what she must be feeling at the given moment.

His family was safe in Karanes.   

But still. They were soldiers. Their duty was to defend the wall; to defend those they could not defend themselves. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gave it a squeeze as he stepped up next to where she stood, surveying the situation in front of them.

While others talked, Mitabi was uncharacteristically quiet as he studied the scene below, his fists tightening on the hand controllers and jaw clenched. Arkin offered some reassurance that their Commander was nearby and Ian proposed a plan that Mitabi agreed with. It made the most sense and wasn't placing them in more danger than needed. The right formation would allow them to have each other backs, it was a good plan.

“A soldier - even a cadet - has a chance to fight, to defend themselves.  But the common people have only us to depend on.” 

Ian had a way with words, whether his friend realized it or not, that could always inspire Mitabi in even the shittiest of moments. He brought his hands to his ears and watched as the green smoke rose high in the air.  There was no turning back now, not that his body would allow for another moment in the saddle, it was already screaming at him from the long, uncomfortable ride.

Moments later there a reply from the other side of the wall - away from the blood-drenched streets.
"I think we have our answer on the whereabouts of our Commander," he said pointing in the direction of the flare. At least he assumed that was Pixis and the others. "Won't be long before we can show those ugly bastards that we mean business." « Last Edit: August 26, 2018, 08:57:33 AM by Mitabi Jarnach »
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Re: Team Six: Garrison Regiment [Assault on Utopia]
« Reply #5 on: September 15, 2018, 01:46:46 AM »
“A soldier - even a cadet - has a chance to fight, to defend themselves.  But the common people have only us to depend on.”

Arkin nodded as Ian spoke. Ian was right that that was the best plan.  It would buy the citizens more time to escape and they could also help defend the cadets. They were just children. Arkin thought for a moment about the boy he had met - Marco - who had been asking about remedies for his friend and he wondered if he was here.

"Did Utopia just not have enough Garrison? I count about a third of the cannons we have in Trost." He cast his eyes to Gladios - who had become a member of his own squad not too long ago, "A cannon barrage could buy even more time."

He watched as Ian shot a flare into the sky and sighed when another one, just outside the wall, letting them know Commander Pixis was near. Another scream cut through the air and Arkin's hands tightened on his blade as he peered in the direction of the signal flare.

"Pixis, Anka, and Gustav are over the Wall," he shouted over the screams and cries - pointing with one of his blades. "I think one of them is coming over." He moved closer to the edge of the Wall, "It's Anka. I bet she's coming with plans."
« Last Edit: September 15, 2018, 01:58:32 AM by Arkin Holt »
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"But even yet I have so many miles to go."

Re: Team Six: Garrison Regiment [Assault on Utopia]
« Reply #6 on: October 21, 2018, 12:17:55 AM »
Anka had fallen. Gustav did his utmost best not to replay that moment over and over within his mind. She had been sent over, intent on giving the message from Pixis, only for a mass of rubble to rush towards her. He hadn't seen it all, only gathered the facts. It had either hit her, and hopefully given her a quick death, or it had caught her wires, and sent her to her doom.

The fact was, they had to keep moving. One death was small in the face of hundreds, or even thousands.

He had needed orders, and Pixis had given them. Their maps both showed the markings of the plan they had devised, ensuring that if even one of them was taken out, the other, should he live, would still have the correct details. Gustav tucked his map into his jacket, concealing it, keeping it safe. It might prove a lifeline to the entire district.

"Listen here son, the most important thing is this plan gets to the Elites. We both have copies and we both know how to carry it out. But the Elites have to do the heavy lifting. So...if I go down you keep going...because if you go down...that’s what I’ll do. Keep. Going. Always keep going. No matter what. That’s an order Volk."

Pixis' words cut him deeper than any blade. Teeth grit, the sharp-eyed soldier bowed his head. "Understood." Emotion was not just a weakness here, it was a distraction. They had no time to grieve Anka's loss, instead needing to focus on their task. Yet, here he was, struggling to do such a simple task.

"Be careful, sir," he added, taking grips into his hands, and launching himself into the streets. The long way around was just that - avoiding Titans and the area where Anka had last been seen, he rushed past buildings with keen sight. Anka had quicker reflexes, lighter and quicker, but he still had his own advantages. Every few heartbeats, he glanced over his shoulder, searching out his commander to ensure that they were on route. If a Titan had appeared, he would have launched into it with the fury of a thousand soldiers had he needed to.

Pixis was right, but the Walls could spare him more easily than the Garrison's commander.

With a spurt of gas, Gustav scaled the grey height of the Wall, clawing his way up with a firing of his hooks. He landed on the edge with a hand already reaching for his blade, as though about to jump straight into the fray, but his eyes only sought out his charge. He greeted the other soldiers of the Garrison with no words, only a slight rise of his other hand. Anxiety patterned his eyes. Until his commander was safe, there would be nothing else on his mind. Not after losing his squadmate.
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