Futuristic [Mechs N' Monsters] || ISLE OF MAN-EATERS

[Develius]

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Brief Prompt: The Isle of Man, once a quiet locale of agricultural farmers, has been long abandoned since the early days of the Great War. Now a vast exotic forest - filled with giant redwood-sized pine trees and exotic boreal flora - it's inhabited by a myriad of minor-class Kaiju. A KDN outpost had been established a decade on the south end of what was once called "Castletown" to study the area and the kaiju within. They have requested a research team and a small squad of men to assist them into traveling further north into the forest depths, where they have also detected unusually high energy readings and odd sightings near the island's center. Assist with their search and report back your findings."
Location: Isle of Man, UK
Player Type: [Mobile-Class Mechs, Humans]
Mentions:
| Breadman | Twist |
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As the dense early morning fog descended upon "Outpost 28", the human personnel of sleepy "Castletown" proceeded to go about their businesses and responsibilities. Even after the Isle of Man had been ransacked and taken over by a kaiju force during the early years of the Great War, Castletown's original village structure still stood even against the most recent hostile take over. Then again, the town had a long and rich history, spanning nearly a thousand years during the medieval era. It once boasted itself as the former capital of the entire island, adorned with its own castle - known as "Castle Rushen" - that served as a bastion for the royal kings and queens that followed centuries after. Even now, this relatively well-kept castle has seen very little decay, now currently used as the main HQ for the outpost, while continuing to be a patriotic symbol of humanity's determination. It had seen many invasions from a variety of foes - from the Norse, Scots and English forces - yet even so the town refused to crumble under these stresses. While chances are it would be instantly crushed under the tyrannical, or careless, foot of a large kaiju, very few of these creatures venture this far south for unknown circumstances.

Whatever the reasons could be, Castletown proved to be the perfect location for the KDN to establish a research base to study the island and the rapid changes that had occurred long since. Most of the old coastal buildings in downtown were still in relatively good shape, being renovated as homes for the staff or as storage rooms to hold supplies. The outpost was defended by a wall of automated turrets, as well as a 50 meter high invisible forcefield wall that prevented the local kaiju from sieging the area The airport was regularly used for cargo runs to and from the island, as well as the occasional visit by the KDN's European branch for inspection and review. Rarer still would they would call upon the assistance of KDN assistance from overseas...

But today, was just one of these rare circumstances.

Emerging from the fog, a large VTOL cargo craft comes roaring down onto the runway - followed by an escort of other helicopters and mech-deployment vessels landing close by. Their sudden arrival would certainly cause a curious stir amongst the deployed personnel from across the base, with many onlookers watching the vessels land as if the Monarch of England was paying them a visit. As the craft unload their troops, mech units, and supplies, they would be greeted by a task force of what could only be described as futuristic knights flanking two notable figures. One of which was a young auburn-haired woman in light combat armor, while the other was an older, grizzled gentleman sporting a long coat that didn't bother to cover his cybernetic implants. Once they got close to the main VTOL, one of the arriving personnel gave a respectful salute to the two and signaled the arrivals to gather around and stand at attention.

The cybernetic man took a moment to light a cigarette, puffing a trail of smoke as he glanced over at the two recruits. "So these are the people the KDN sent in, huh?" he spoke in a graveled and cranky tone, fitting for a veteran like himself. His gaze turned into a light chuckle as he squished the tossed Marlboro under his metal foot, "They really couldn't find any other folk than these sorry sons of bitches? Fuckin' rubbish..." Clearing his throat, the man sighed before getting on with the pleasantries, feeling more annoyed than anything. "Right then, listen up. The name's Sergeant Berkley. Before you ask, yes, I might as well be a damn robot with all this junk strapped to me; long story. I'll let you guess what caused this. I'm the man that runs this place; been doing so ever since the very beginning. I assume everyone here knows why the hell they're here and what they are to do?"

 

[Twist]

"Actually sir, this one here is a criminal."

One of Castletown's resident soldier's stepped forward, his hair shaved so low it practically stuck to his scalp. Loath to correct his superior, Private Page's mouth had gone dry, making his voice raspy. Taking a place beside one of the 'recruits', a dapper Japanese man, the soldier gripped the man's shoulder tightly, making him squirm in pain. "I thought it best to bring him straight to you, sir"

His brain on the other hand was now thinking differently. Maybe it would have been better to wait until the new arrivals had been briefed and dispersed rather than march up alongside them. Looking at his captive who was keeping his head low, the criminal's face obscured by his panama hat, concealing his identity, Page was now wishing he too had kept his head down.

Coughing into his hand, the Private swallowed before speaking. "Private Ward and I caught him snooping around the outskirts of downtown earlier."

The soldier looked around for his partner who appeared very much absent as he spoke, though he quickly gave up and focused his full attention on the Sergeant "Looking out of place we proceeded to confront him, where upon he chose to run, forcing us to give chase. Luckily the guy ran into a dead end. Restraining him, I performed a quick search and found this."

Private Page reached for the criminals bag, the knapsack clutched tight to his side, and after a brief struggle wrested it from the smaller man. Unzipping the bag, the soldier held it open before Sergeant Berkley...

(Roll d6. Contents revealed)

 

[Breadman]

The Vagabond followed after the 'knights' not too far behind. Inside the cockpit Francisco scanned the new environment as the mech optics fed the information to a feed inside. He relaxed for a minute inside as much as it would allow. A change of scenery was needed after spending six months in Arizona as a glorified guard dog. The freelancers had more leeway in what jobs and opportunities they could take, but the mandatory work was boredom that would numb you out of your skull. So rainy and overcast England it is!

"The instructions were clear enough. Arrive, scout for anything bigger than a truck that we don't know about and report back if it is." Francisco answered the Sergeant "No idea if we're expecting a anything too big for us, but instructions were to retreat and call for bigger guns if yes." The sergeant was no nonsense, so the pilot didn't feel the need to try and use any of the fancy language the handlers begged him to adopt.