Yu-Gi-Oh! Trivial Wars
A Faytl RP
Part 1 - Fort Up
The airship was incredibly noisy, much more than most models of Kestorian Brigade. A ragged-looking affair, it flew across the sky with a slight but noticeable list to the left, occasionally being jerked back on course by the pilot's impatient nudge of the controls. A thin sheen of dust was adhered to the surface, dulling the metallic blue of the craft. The words "O'l Reliable" were scrawled across the side in fading white paint, in a lazy font that clearly indicated the sarcasm behind the name.
"We're almost to Fort Goldenrod!" one of the pilots shouted into his headset over the rattling of the engine, the words sounding in the headsets of the people sitting behind him, though most of their sets were squawking awkwardly between words. "Get ready to unload quickly, we're on a tight schedule," he added bluntly, turning his eyes back to the landscape that flew below them.
The tall, thin, enthusiastic man standing in the cargo hold smiled brightly, his smile almost as bright as the medals on his chest. He was Colonel Timothy Braves, although he insisted he be called Tim so vigorously that his full name was quite forgotten by this point, which was purely by design. He had been the man to recommend the reassignment of the group who sat around him, altogether a much more glum-looking bunch than he was. He stuck out like a sore thumb, standing upright somehow in the rumbling aircraft as it was buffeted back and forth by minor turblulence on this windy day.
"You guys are just gonna LOVE Fort Goldenrod!" he shouted to the five soldiers. "Major Lightfeather is a DELIGHT, and she blows up things WAY less than everyone says, I promise!"
"Who are you trying to kid?" asked a chubby-looking lad with curly orange hair who was sitting with his legs splayed carelessly, looking actively mutinous. "We're being sent to the worst posting for a hundred miles. Lightfeather's a maniac."
"Now listen," Braves began, sternly wagging a finger in a gesture that was meant to be punitive, but came off as foppish. "Just because Major Lightfeather chooses to self-identify as a maniac is no reason to be a party pooper, Cooper." He covered his mouth, looking positively giddy at his unintended rhyme.
Miles Cooper rolled his eyes in a very "Whatever" sort of manner, looking away and massaging the bridge of his nose. Braves turned back to the other four: Mark Last-Name, Hana Monroe, Lora Falcrest, and Leonard Davis. "Major Lightfeather may be a little... quirky. But she's a sound military mind, and you'll learn much from her."
The ship rocked as an explosion sounded uncomfortably close to them out of nowhere. Braves stumbled, whipping around to the cockpit. "Pilot!"
"I HAVE a NAME," the pilot responded irritably.
"Who's shooting at us?!" Braves demanded, bolting up behind his chair. "Are we drawing fire from Fort Floe?"
"It's LAWRENCE, if you CARE."
"IS IT THE VALDRIANS?"
"No, it's Lightfeather," he sighed, nudging the ship away from a spiraling fireball that rose from a fort far below, one ringed by walls of yellowed stone. "She always shoots at the transport convoys. Don't worry," he assured the pale-faced Braves. "She's a terrible shot."
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"Are our men shooting at that ship?"
The heavily-bearded Colonel Kemper leered through his squinty eyes at the weaving Kestorian craft from his spot in the co-pilot's seat. "No. The men we have stationed at Fort Floe are too incompetent to shoot an enemy aircraft. They are taking friendly fire."
The pilot chortled. "Idiot Kestorians, firing on their own. Maybe they're shooting at a load of fodder like this one?" he asked, yelling the last bit loud enough that the four in the back of the bulky silver aircraft could hear him quite clearly. Callisto Hawkins, Haki Han, Viktoria Petrov, and Dimitri Ramazov were huddled together in the remarkably small interior, the small space made tighter by the fur coats they had brought from the frigid border with Valdria, in which they were now sweating like crazy.
"Listen, screwups," Kemper called back over his shoulder. "Major Osborne will be waiting to greet you when we land. If you know what is good for you, you will be quiet and you will do as you are told. Osborne may choose to run a loose ship on his watch, but you are still under my watch until we take off, and I will accept. No. Insubordination."
Viktoria scowled angrily, her hands kneading each other furiously in her lap as the bumping ship knocked her brunette hair back over her eyes. Dimitri yawned ostentatiously, drawing a glare from Kemper. Dimitri shrugged, turning to look with hooded eyes to Callisto and Haki.
"Kind of wish they would get it over with and just turn a firing squad on us. You know they want to," he went on, his thin face the very definition of uncaring lack of thought.
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"Oooooh, clever, you are!" shouted Major Hadley Lightfeather, scampering to and fro in the same twenty-foot space atop the walls of Fort Goldenrod, her long black hair flying after her. She was quite a sight, with her blue uniform tailored to have two ridiculously ostentatious (even for the Kestorian Brigade) tails flying off the back, her Major's cap cocked at a jaunty angle, moving with the energy of a woman ten years her junior, despite being in her mid-thirties. A purple and red dragon-like creature followed her, the Solid Vision monster shooting off a ball of flame every few seconds when Hadley pointed the arm with her active Duel Disk at the sky.
Beside her stood a man, or rather someone who looked rather like one. His glossy skin and metallic arm revealed pretty effectively that he was actually a robot, and Lightfeather turned to him now. "Come on, TIM03, I called you up here to cheer me on! I'm much better with an audience when I'm firing on the enemy!"
"Hey, Cap, what are you doing?" came a very annoyed voice from her Duel Disk, the name "Wade" scrolling across the top to indicate who was using the radio function. "You know that ship is one of ours, right?"
"That's just what they WANT you to think, Slilson!" Hadley shouted into the Duel Disk, loudly enough to induce feedback on Wade's end from his position in the lookout tower. "It's a Valdrian gunship in disguise! Haven't you learned anything from the slideshows?"
There was a moment of silence from the other end, and then: "Of course, how could I forget?" Wade's voice barely masked the sarcasm. "You know, I think you can get a better angle of fire from upper wall. Much easier to hit them that way."
"You're a GENIUS, Slilson! TIM03, let's go!" Hadley proclaimed, turning to bolt up a ladder, scrambling up the wall to a higher bastion, her monster spreading its wings to ascend with her. From a nearby window poked a head with long red hair, the young woman peering out with confusion.
"Captain, what are you-" Lieutenant Sophie Fenson blanched as she saw just what her commanding officer was shooting at. "CAPTAIN!" She turned her head up towards the watchtower, yelling at it even as she used her radio in her Duel Disk to chew him out directly: "Wade, you asshole, I told you that's not FUNNY!"
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Even with his expression a mask of nihilism, Ronan Osborne cut an impressive figure. Approaching sixty, he looked more like he was approaching forty, only the flecks of iron gray in his otherwise rich chestnut hair and scraggly stubble the only hints at his age, the man was a muscular wall, standing at six foot three and looking like he could bench a truck. He wore his silver military jacket open, with a simple black tank top below it, dogtags clinking against his chest as he strode through the base, making his way to the airfield.
"Major Osborne!" A tall, thin, and impeccably dressed Lieutenant Ian Wilder ran to catch up with him, the very picture of military splendor next to the frighteningly casual Osborne's dress. "Colonel Kemper is almost here; They'll be landing in two minutes. Shall I assemble the troops to greet him?"
"That won't be necessary," sighed his commanding officer, waving a hand dismissively. Wilder frowned worriedly, wringing his hands.
"Are you sure? You know how strict Colonel Kemper-"
"Marcus. Heishi." Osborne interrupted Wilder, calling lazily down a hallway towards the mess hall, where two of his men were exiting. "We're meeting the new arrivals on the airfield. It shouldn't take long." He turned back to the visibly irritated Wilder. "There. I've assembled the troops."
"I kind of meant ALL of them," he protested, looking warily at the two. "Besides, you think it's a good idea to bring... you know..." he trailed off, trying and failing not to make it obvious that he was nodding his head towards Marcus. "He's... a bit much, don't you think?"
"Black works as a welcoming party as well as any of you," Osborne sighed, the statement a retort to Wilder as much as it was a slight to every one of them. "Airfield. Let's get it over with." He turned, striding off on his original path. Ian looked warily at Heishi and Marcus before strutting off to join his Major, the group led out onto the airfield as the ship began to touch down, the door opening to reveal the four new additions to Fort Floe to the base, and the bright, warn, early morning sun of Scayna.