Operation: Beharrlich

[Gearheart]

Geneva was disappointed when Julia fled, leaving her clutching the nanomachine 'grenade'. She instead reverted the programming back to that for aerosol spray, and removed the explosive distributor. She wordlessly searched through the battlefield, until she came upon a badly wounded soldier, he was barely conscious, and losing massive quantities of blood.

"Hold still..."

Geneva inserted the nanomachine canister into a small device, and clicked a button, a silvery mist spraying from the canister onto the man's body. Geneva practically painted every one of his wounds with the nanomachines. She immediately dropped the empty canister, and attached the device to her belt, inputting commands into the console. One by one, each wound, both external and internal, began to seal shut. The process was slow, but sure; there were no traces of injury left. There was only one issue to take care of to ensure the man's survival.

"This man needs blood! AB Negative!"


Max was not at all pleased. Seeing the decimation of his allies, he was beginning to grow angry.

"You better get back here! You damn coward!"

Max fired his shotgun into the air, ejecting the spent shell.

"Think you can just kill our men, and get away with it? We're Verband! We're everywhere!"

Max loaded in another shell of buckshot, firing into the air again. He did so several times, before ripping his helmet off and stomping on it. The composite material the helmet was made from stood up to his frenzy.

[Metasoul]

After hearing the buckshot rounds being fired into the air Mizzaks spun around and drew his desert eagles and pointed them in the direction of the gunshots. As he was about to pull the trigger he relised it was only Max.

"Jesus christ, thanks for throwing me into a world of terror... it's not like i NEEDED that extra heartbeat or anything." Mizzaks cursed under his breath as he walked to a nearby tap to wash his face.
Some water accidently made its way into Mizzaks' mouth.

He spat it out in disgust, "Blegh thats disgusting!" As Mizzaks said this out loud a woman crossed his path. In her arms she carried a small child, a baby, wrapped up in a sling so the child could be held close to the mothers chest easily. "It's how we live here, we've come accustomed to the violence and other goings on that happen around here, and as for the dirty water... Well... we're thankful for what we have been given. We all pray each day that things will become better, but for now, as long as you guys are around, we will all be safe." The mother spoke with a soft voice. As she walked away she hummed a tune to her sleeping child, every now and then shushing to it.
Mizzaks was clearly amazed of what these people had to go through. They're living conditions were clearly poor, but, yet they still did not mind this style. It must feel cozy to them.

Mizzaks was unfimiliar with his own thoughts as he had had that feeling removed from him, that sense of security and warmth that only a home with your family can give you.

Mizzaks shook himself out of his trance and moved towards the Captain. "Is there anything you would like me to do sir?" Mizzaks stood at attention waiting for a response.

[sephiroth2]

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Captain was busy talking to the head of the Recovery Units that had just arrived, right at the moment Mizzaks decided to see if the huge man would want to have any orders to give. As both men briefly nodded to eachother, the medium sized man turned and walked past Mizzaks, looking at the boy for no more then a moment, before exiting the large truck and beginning to the evacuation of all wounded from the area, as they were treated and immediately taken aboard the large mobile trucks. As soon as the man left, Captain could turn his full attention on Mizzaks, as he slowly walked towards him. Thinking for a few seconds at the question Mizzaks asked, Captain nodded a little as his hand started to press a series of buttons on one of the consoles beside him.

"There is something actually, Mizzaks. I'd like you to assemble everyone outside that's still here, and have them ready to move out at a moment's notice." the large muscular man said to Mizzaks, as he turned away and started to walk back down along the huge metal truck. "I'll be out in a few moments to explain what we'll be doing now." said Captain as the sound of something mechanical opening could be heard all the way at the far end of the vehicle where he was, though it would have been quite still too dark to see anything clearly. As soon as it was certain that no one else was inside the large metal monster, Captain suddenly seemed to disappear into a small opening at the back of the truck, beside all of the containers and capsules that were lined up, before shortly the same sound of metal sliding could be heard as the small opening closed, making it in appearance as if it was never there in the first place.

[Metasoul]

After recieving the order from Captain, Mizzaks began to jog around to all the able bodied employees of Verbrand that were in the vicinity.
"thanks Mizzaks" one of the soldiers replied to him as he explained the situation and the order from Captain.
He kept thinking to himself what the next order would be, and what the Captain would say.
After issueing everyone their new orders he sat down on the side and awaited the Captain to exit the truck. He took out his Desert eagles which he called his "shortswords" and started examining them closely. "hmph... still got the signature engraved on it." he said to himself as he twirled the gun around on his finger. He flicked his wrist and the guns' barrel was pointing into nothing ness, he check the straightness and the weight of each gun. "exactly the same. After all these years." He put the guns back into their respective holsters and began to remenisc about the days of old, still conscienously awaiting the Captain.

[Rikken Omnious]

A slender young female slide into existance on the edge of the what could be now called a warzone. Her short blonde hair covered by a red beret, her cold blue eyes staring at the carnage before her. Soldiers running about amidst the chaos of the market carried injured to vehicles to be removed from the battlezone. She adjusted her long red coat that covered her black shirt,black long pants and black combat boots. A silver Verband badge adorned her left pocket and a Clusters on her neck and rank slides that indicated that she was a Major. Her vision swung to the man standing near the armoured personel carrier. She walked over to him, spinning her riding crop in her hand.

"Soldier, Who is in charge here?" She asked Mizzaks with a note of impatience in her voice. She had no time for insolence or insubordination today.

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"Yes, this will do just fine," said Julia to herself as she entered a cave on the outskirts of town. She moved her stuff in, of little which she actually had, and set about setting up early warning systems, that included pit traps and a occaisional simple rattling cans trap that when trigged made a noise to alert her to the enemies presence. Once she was satisfied with her warning traps she sat about organising her sleeping arrangements and putting stuff away. She covered the enterance to her cave by breaking limbs off nearby trees and off the ground and laying them against the opening and then covering them with leaves and tree limbs. Once satisfied with that she layed down and fell asleep.

[Metasoul]

OOC: I'll try and add more... it's all i could think of at the time >.<

Mizzaks' throat seemed to quiver underneath the commanding prescence of the newcomer. He looked her up and down and smartly twirled the gun as he stood up, "you'd wanna talk to Captain," the gun stopped spinning and he was now pointing at the truck the Captain was in, he looked as if he were about to open fire upon it, "he seems to be in charge around here... check that truck out over there, he's holed himself in ever since... well this slaughter." He finished by putting his gun back in its rightful place.

[sephiroth2]

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Almost feeling like it had been some time since they had laid eyes on their captain, the line of soldiers still fit to continue, all stood in line while briefly talking to each other as they continued to wait. Suddenly, each and everyone of them, stood to attention as the sound of whirling gears and metal could be heard. As a large slab of metal on the same side of the truck the line of fighters were facing began to push itself outwards, before the hydraulics of the machine started to raise the metal revealing an opening, the soldiers stood even more strictly as the sound of heavy footsteps were heard, as a huge bulky suit of metal stepped out and onto the ground facing the recruits before it.

The suit covered the entire person's body, looking more like a robot then anything human, especially with how bulky and huge it was. Turning its head from side to side looking at one end of the line of people, to another, the huge suit turned and began to make its way straight towards Mizzaks, the light from the sun gleaming off of the metal as it walked and within almost no time at all, reached Mizzaks and the woman that had just arrived.

Taking one look at the woman and the Verband identification she had, caused the suit of metal to turn and look at Mizzaks, revealing a familiar voice. "Get in line with the others Mizzaks, we'll be moving out soon, and I would like it if we weren't waiting too long before we do." the voice of Captain's said through a filter on the suit he wore, his head turning back to the woman before him. "What can I do for you Major!" Captain said, moving his large metal hands up, pressing a button and causing the metal that made up his helmet to retract and disappear back into his suit, showing the familiar face of Captain.

[Gearheart]

Max was still too upset to speak with anyone, and had consigned himself to leaning against a nearby building. He leaned against the butt of his shotgun, his forehead resting against the buttplate of his ST-0. He knew some of the men, he trained a good handful of them; they were students, allies, and more importantly, friends. He finally gathered himself, but remained grave and silent as he walked back towards the Captain and the Major. His normally jovial handling of his weapon was replaced with a stiff, formal hold against his shoulder.

Geneva was visibly unaffected, she did understand the risks of being a soldier, and undrstood the chance of losing ones life in the line; however, she could care less about the lives of others around her. As a medic, she viewed the relationship with others as purely a doctor-patient relation, to her, there was no personal bond with any of these faceless, anonymous men. As she helped resuscitat ethose she knew could be saved, she only handled them with enough care necessary, but without sympathy.

[Rikken Omnious]

"Insolence!" She slapped Mizzaks across the face with her open palm, "Address your superiors with proper respect by using Ma'am or Sir," Her eyes flashed as she looked at the suit in front of her that contained the Captain. She looked unfazed by the suit that the captain wore. She looked up at him as he retracted the helmet and looked at her "What can i do for you major?" She removed a pair of black gloves from her belt that was sitting on her waist and began to put them on her hands as she began talking to Captain. "Why havent you captured RAE yet?" She snapped at Captain with a note of harshness in her voice she clearly wasnt in the best mood for bad news and she hoped that they had managed to salvage something from this,from her point of view one-sided against RAE. Her riding crop was gathered under her arm rather stiffly as tho it might lash out and attack.

A single soldier slowly entered her field of vision walking towards the captain and herself, "Is this another of these rejects you call a squad?" She snapped at captain, "Disgraceful, you cant even command a squad to take down a single target and you call yourself Verband soliders!" With a quick action she flicked the riding crop out and smacked it across the face of the captain, leaving a red square shaped mark on his face. With the same quick action it was at her side once again, ready to be used again should it be needed.

[sephiroth2]

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The only thing Captain felt at that precise moment, was the feeling of the whip like sound the was created upon that forceful smack from her Riding crop, leaving the painful red mark from it. Holding his head to the side in which she struck him with the crop, Captain didn't show any sign of pain or even flinching upon getting slapped, once turning his head back to the Major as he still kept his posture as straight as ever, no doubt due to the heavy years of military life.

"The target was able to escape from us, but we have found out all we could from it, and have already relayed it back to headquarters." Captain said to the Major, standing tall and unmoving like that of a giant oak tree. "As we speak, a squad of fresh Grunts have already been sent through strategic parts of the city. So far we have determined that the subject has already left, but must be in the surrounded area to rest." said the huge metal covered man, as he continued to stand before the Major with his arms to his side.

Moving is eyes so slightly, Captain looked down towards the Major, as he seemed to relax just a tiny bit, as his voice spoke to only her. "I assume, you were sent on, 'his', orders to report here, am I correct?" asked Captain, with a serious look on his face as he questioned ever so slightly.

[Rikken Omnious]

Major's face relaxed a little, "Well at least your making the effort to find her again rather than standing around like a group of slackers," She quickly looked around at the injured and dead soldiers "I trust that your casualties weren't too high?" She questioned. She whispered back to captain, "His orders were very explicit to come here, i just dont know why an elite squad like mine would be needed for a easy mission like this, it seems like a massive waste of time to me," She sighed and looked around, "I guess we'll be needing reinforcements then," she stepped back a bit and then made a noise that sounded somewhat like a wolf howling.

Quick footsteps could be heard as Major's squad assembled around her. All carrying much better weapons than Captains squad had, excluding the power suit that captain was wearing. They all nearly dressed the same as her with red berets and black shirts but they all had combat camoflauge clothes on, that almost seemlessly blended in with the street behind them. They didnt move nor did they make a sound, They stood there staunched and ready to move at a moments notice. "This is a squad, So pay attention you maggots!" she barked at captains squad. They all saluted the Major as she walked past them. rough, chisled and scared faces made up the group and they all looked rather sinister.

[Gearheart]

Max was still in shock from the loss of many men, and inwardly, began to grow angry at the Major's show of disrespect for lost lives. He kept himself in control, knowing for the good of Verband, he needed to respect his superiors. Standing straight, and stamping his shotgun against the ground, he stood at attention.

"Ma'am, orders?!"


Geneva only sneered at the sickening loyalty Maxwell displayed. She muttered to herself, and the man she was tending to.

"At least he's shut up..."

She injected the last surviving soldier with nanomachines, and directed them to heal his injuries, before walking back. She scooped up a semi-automatic battle rifle from a dead soldier, expecting to be sent into the front lines by the Major.