Knowhere IC

[Batfam]
I'm going to help as a medic planetside. Civilian clothing. Tim, I can't force you to stay, but I'd much rather you didn't engage so soon after leaving medbay. Same goes for you, Jay, but I know you won't listen.

[Barry]
Be careful out there. I'll be in the field patching people up.

The last fight took two days, and from the looks of things the Reapers outgun and outnumber them by far. We're going to have to take passport sickness into account so we don't have to pull everyone back at once after three days and leave the place unguarded.

I'm not going to try that again any time soon. But as soon as I'm cleared by the med team (thanks, by the way) I'll be out again.

[static noises]

[Harry's voice wavers, like a radio cutting in and out]

Hi, my name is Harry Dresden, your friendly neighborhood wizard.


I need help getting down to this freaking [static cuts in] we're about to lose. We've already established my magic doesn't like technology so the passport bullshit I've heard about isn't gonna cut it, I'll blow the whole thing to smithereens.


Who flies a ship not equipped with tons of explosives?

Who: Open Battlefield - All Combatants
When: Reaper Invasion, Day 2
Where: Planet-side, on the battlefield
Rating: Violence, explosions, fire, guns, etc.
Status: In Progress
(This is a general, open post for anyone and everyone to have their own action! Join in with Sabo, or start your own thread.)



By the dawning of the second day, most of the rampant chaos and confusion of the first clash had faded out of sight. It was promptly replaced, of course, by chaos and confusion of a more focused and coordinated nature - battle lines had been drawn, trenches were dug, and operating bases had been established, for instance, but the fighting itself never seemed to slow in the least. The Reapers, unflinching and tireless creatures that they were, twisted every hour into a frenzy of activity in which new landing crafts would touch down, spawning dozens (if not hundreds) more soldiers for the Knowhere resistance to fight off, or a whole new front to the war zone would suddenly appear somewhere on the planet, needing more warriors to band together and create a defensive line. Whatever role they normally played - fighters, medics, spies, heroes, and even Doctors or wizards - gave them greater strength than the Reapers individually, but their would-be conquerors had exponentially greater numbers. Amid all the gunfire and explosions, ground was being lost little by little, leaving hollowed buildings and horrible scars on the landscape as the Reapers trudged faithfully forward, even over the fallen bodies of their own kind.



( Sabo was no stranger to warfare, but not even he could get much sleep the night before... )

[The sound of battle rages.]

I don't know about the rest of you, but I feel like I should personally thank you, Commander Shepard, for bringing these things here.

[Grey sounds amused when he speaks]

Without you I don't know what we'd be doing right now.

I haven't had this much fun in years.

[there's an inhuman growl and the sound of something dying]

Wow! What's going on up there? Did we just get some serious back-up? Is the metal rain us or them? Please tell me it's them.


(OOC: Ahsoka is talking about the Nova Corps & Ravagers showing up to help which would be a significant force.)

Guys, I don't mean to be pushy ... [The sounds of Clint fighting are familiar by now. There's the snap of a bowstring and the telltale whistle of air.]

... but it's really a mess down here ... [Something explodes in the distance. Clint's already loosed two more arrows in rapid succession]

... and people are getting tired. Any word on a second ... [A clash of metal, followed by a shout and a painful-sounding thud.] ... wave? We're going to have to start sending people back before they collapse.

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Still alive. Big Bird's damn good at his job. Don't wreck the car.