Inside the Machine God

[Psychie]

The chakram does its job well, and the injured man has his eyes roll back in his head before he falls to the deck unconscious. With all of the active combatants down in one way or another, we are moving out of combat time.

Loyal security guards rush in, some making a human wall between the panicked crowds and the wounded delegates, while others rush in to secure the downed grenade throwers, locking them up in heavy manacles to keep them from injuring anyone else. Right now, all of the crowds are being detained by security to make sure that there is not some provocateur trying to use chaos to escape.

What will the various Exalts be doing during this time?

 

[UnassumingBoxCat]

HAL wakes up from a stupor of unknown origins, his head slowly clearing as he staggers to his feet. He takes in the situation and is struck with an unsettling dilemma. Does he tend to the Populat, who may have been injured or shaken in the attack, or does he see to the needs of the visiting ministers, who he knows are likely severely wounded and need medical attention. Eventually, he decides that the ministers need the most help, and moves as fast as he can to make himself available should the need inevitably arise.

Spoiler: OOC

I am so sorry for disappearing for this long. I don't know quite what happened, but the Exalted game just dropped right out of my mind.

Psychie

 

[Red Shadow Claws]

Crescent will keep a lookout, in case more 'surprises' seem to be rearing up.

 

[Raparth]

With the immediate danger seemingly gone, Marionette pulled herself to her feet and over to where Minister to the People had fallen, looking to ascertain if he was still intact or had been utterly destroyed. Another Blessed of Mog would be welcome in the attempt to root out the true enemy.

The chaos would begin to spread, with the presence of enemies within and without so readily apparent. She had imagined that the inevitable sabotage of the diplomatic gathering would be delayed, waiting to strike at the most critical juncture. The Plot-Weaver had clearly mis-estimated her enemy, although only time would tell if it was an underestimation of the depth of their control or an overestimation of their subtly. Glass Razor would have to be the buffer between the Estasians and other Kamaki forces, until she found other trustworthy soldiers. The natural tendency would be to place trust in those who had been within the potential or actual destruction of the attack, but it was too easy to imagine that the many Champions would do their best to prevent the damage. Beyond that, Voidbringers were hardly known for their sense of self-preservation, and one or more may have willingly walked into the line of fire. She wanted to trust her fellow Champions, whether Kamaki or otherwise, but the seeming subversion of one of the Shining Ones raised serious concerns. The delegates, foreign and domestic, needed to be rallied together against their suffering and prompted towards the correct action to eventuate the proper ends. Marionette only hoped she was not alone in her drives.

 

[Psychie]

Marionette first gets to the blasted form of Minister to find that the foreign Exalt is badly damaged, but still functional, if only just barely. At the moment, he is lying in pieces on the landing grid. He will require time in the Vats in order to be brought back to full health in any kind of short order. Minister manages to glare up at you as you rush over and says in a rough voice, "So, this is the way that Kamak treats their honored guests. Why am I not surprised?"

Next, there is the crowd of injured and dead on the platform. Many casualties, but it would have been much worse if the many grenades that were deflected had been allowed to explode in the middle of the people as intended. The bulk of the wounded are all in the auxiliaries and staff of the Estasian group, but you can see to your horror that the visiting Autocrat is among the many deceased. It is perhaps a sign of the blessings of the Great Maker on Kamak that there is only one dead in your party, but Celebrant Mera is injured with a badly burned arm. Even with her burns, she is acting remarkably level headed and is doing more to care for the hurt herself instead of letting the Surgeons do their work of treating her. Autocrat Garret is visibly shell shocked, but is otherwise unharmed.

When the swarm of guards gets to the group of fallen grenaders, Thousand steps forward and says with a surprising amount of authority, "These men must be taken to the secure ward at Block 26 immediately without any harm! They must survive to be questioned." She reaches out with one hand and grabs the nearest guard. "I know you. I hold you personally responsible for their safety. If anything happens to them, I will take the payment from your skin, from somewhere very close to the bone. Am I clear?" The startled woman nods and stutters out, "O-of course, noble Champion! I understand completely!"

A guard captain comes running up, barking orders, trying to get some sense of clarity out of chaos. "Get the Celebrant and the Autocrat out of here! Secure the whole area. I don't want so much as a cockroach crawling across this landing grid without my permission. I need every person identified, searched, and questioned. How in the name of all that is holy did these weapons get past our security?! I want answers!"

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[Red Shadow Claws]

Crescent approaches the captain, and in a steady, and calm voice she says "I do not know how, but if you put me in a cell with one of them, maybe I can have him or her talk. it's not my strong suite, but at least I can pass for a fellow human."

 

[Raparth]

Spoiler: OOC

ACK! I completely let this slip from my mind as school wrapped up! Sorry! May the Great Maker return the life to this awesome RP!

The Estasian's appraisal was frustrating, if equally unsurprising. She hoped that the elder Starmetal would come to see things as she had, as the Maker's survival might require them to see. Gleaming Marionette looked into the eyes of Minister to the People for several long moments, then spoke quietly enough that only he should hear, "The simplest conclusion is rarely the correct one."

She gestured a nearby Glass Razor soldier over, "Inform the rest of the unit that they are now on specific duty to protect the Estasian delegation. Escort medical personnel in as needed, but you are now the buffer between Estasians and others. No one gets through without you notifying me. My Amalgam, checked medical personnel the Celebrant, and the Autocrat are the only ones you are to allow contact with the once they are safely secured. Now go. I'll watch over them for now."

The Blessed of Mog went over and offered what medical assistance she could to the mortal Estasians, prioritizing those most in need of quick stabilization.