Entmoot I: National Emergency

[trolls' bane]

Tabby squinted at a trapdoor behind him in the closet. He thought he had heard music. Must have been his imagination.

[Prince Myshkin]

The effect in the cave is instant. The Bronze guard dragon continues to watch the party but his expression changes. instead of glaring at them he starts to chirp and preen. Myshkin looks at Cringer but keeps playing. Then the bronze moves toward Myshkin and Cringer. Startled Myshkin stops playing, the dragon still advancing. Then Myshkin Feels this mentle wave of love hit him like a battalion of orcs, except pleasant. "Tiabeth? that's your name? I'm so confused... It's okay Cringer this is Tiabeth and he's now our best friend."

"Your playing wasn't very good but I still love you" Tiabeth said directly to Myshkin in his mind "We're linked now forever because I've impressed you."

"wow... wow. I guess that means you'll help us nd we can go through then?"

"Of course. This leads directly into the greenhouse near the kitchens. I was born here a week ago all alone."

"well now we ahve each other so lets get into the kitchen!"

"good, i'm hungry "

[me9996]

Back at the battlefield the battle is going well, enemy after enemy is hewn down by the loyal entmooters.

Even the least of the warriors of entmoot are fighting like heros of old!

In the midst of the battle a field martial of entmoot is fighting with his woodcutting axe better than he usealy does with his long sword when suddenly he reels as if hit with a heavy blow that his armor doesn't avail against.
A loyal warrior saved him from the blow of an enemy who nodiced him being somewhat dazed, the warrior asked what happened the field martial me9996 responded that he felt something he hadn't before... As if something from another world had been recreated in this world.

The warrior went back into the frey before he could tell who it was, me9996 shook off the feeling and kept on fighting.

Little did he know... Well I'm me9996 and I haven't a clue as to what comes next so lets rout the enemy! Or whatever we're doing!!!

*fights on*

[trolls' bane]

Martian units generally consisted of a pair of Martian tripods supported by a hundred Martian "tanks", 1,000 raygun-bearing soldiers, and a flying escort of Airskippers, working in a sort of blitzkrieg order even when invading a town that a single Martian tank could tear to shreds with it's colloquially named "Heat Ray," as if to show off it's power. Martians, however, were often regarded as the most cunning race in the Milky Way Galaxy, at least in terms of warfare. Every Martian is brought up from birth on "Martial" arts, guerrilla tactics, and any such category. Becuase of this, even when deploying massive fleets consisting of gargantuan Spaceskipper mother ships and vast armies, all giving the appearence of surprise attackers to have enemy intelligence working hard to figure out the armies ulterior motives, whilst the real invasion consisted of a small task force.

[sisterandcousinandaunt]

Siscuz leaned against the wall thoughtfully. Tabby's soliliquy on Martian tactics had been interesting. Perhaps this whole "capture of the president" had been only a feint to provide the Martians with an opportunity to attack. Tabby has never been covert about his eventual ambition. Still, winning the election first seemed more his style, and the polls haven't been bad for him.

Shai Dorsai. Be nice if Donal were here. Or some of the others. Strategy isn't my long suit. The timing of this, when half the board was away or unable to access, seems a little too convenient without inside information.

What to do, what to do.

And what was going on with that Myshkin?

[trolls' bane]

Tabby took the time in the closet to muse on the happenings about him. His involvement with the Empire had given him the face of a conquerer, a benevolent one, but a conquerer nevertheless. Polls were in his Party's favor, but thanks to those no-good Soviets, it was considered nothing more than "a bunch of damned socialists." And his constitution wasn't going over much better. Things would improve, no doubt, but it seemed to him as though his attempts at bettering life at Entmoot had been met with a disappoingly conservative attitude. Then he got an idea. He jumped up, and crawled out of the closet, and down the corridor. A left, and then a right. He knew what he had to do...

The flash of a Martian tripod's heat ray flashed across Isengard and the rest of Entmoot's capital proper, and then, the power was out. The whole power grid went black. There was a brief outcry, but the battle soon resumed as if nothing had happened. Darkness fell upon the fourth night of the invasion.


OOC: Some nice plot twists coming up, if you've been wondering why the technologically advanced Martians and Entmooters can't overcome a small band of revolutionaries.

[me9996]

Okay, just a point of clarification:
Are we fighting against the martians?
Or fighting alongside the martians?
I have been refering to a genaric "Enemy" durring all the time I've been in this battle and I would like to know who or what I'm fighting!

*Keeps on fighting whatever enemy we are fighting*

[sisterandcousinandaunt]

Originally Posted by me9996

Okay, just a point of clarification:
Are we fighting against the martians?
Or fighting alongside the martians?
I have been refering to a genaric "Enemy" durring all the time I've been in this battle and I would like to know who or what I'm fighting!

*Keeps on fighting whatever enemy we are fighting*

in a battle you swing at anyone swinging at you and sort it out later, but it is a good question.

[trolls' bane]

Originally Posted by me9996

Okay, just a point of clarification:
Are we fighting against the martians?
Or fighting alongside the martians?
I have been refering to a genaric "Enemy" durring all the time I've been in this battle and I would like to know who or what I'm fighting!

*Keeps on fighting whatever enemy we are fighting*

Well, obviously the Martians are our friends.
Are you calling me an enemy? I'm a Martian.

[orithil]

In the midst of the battle a command postion had been set up consisting of 3 tents surrounded by spiked barricades and entmooters arming mounted guns (not technological advanced ones but good enough) Orithil storms into the tent where his officers await.
"How goes the battle" he demanded "well sir" stamered the officer "the enemy are moving into our left flank and we are losing ground there, and right flank is holding but being beaten back, the martians are being fought also but on a different battle field so we are on our own until the maritians break through (just gotta make it a bit more dramatic, until i understand the plot twists) the enemy have made a devestating spear head advance directly through our middle, our front line is about half an ours ride away....whats your orders sir?"
"Hmm bring any reserve troops up to halt the spear head advance tell field marshall me9996 to take command up there to stop things becomeing hell, get my horse and i shall ride to the left flank and try and stop us from becoming over run to quickly, call my elites and tell them to mount up lances and all were going to run them down, i want all this done in half an hour, NOW go!!" the officers nodded and ran out of the tent.

[trolls' bane]

OOC: For the record, it should be noted that the Martian tripods are modeled after those of the most recent War of the Worlds movie, which I hated dearly but I liked the look of the tripods from it. The "tanks" are modeled after the primary vehicle of the Martians in the old War of the Worlds movie. The tripods do make that bizarre fog horn call, although in this case they carry commands undecipherable by anyone not in another such tripod. Lastly, for the Martians themselves, they're modeled after my own portrayal of Martians used in my books: short, Napoleonic people, originally from Earth who shrunk in defiance of the old "two magnitude" rule.

IC:

A loud, low, and drawn-out horn call floated across Isengard from the Martian army and echoed through the Misty Mountains. Another from a distance and in a different direction echoed back. A lone Martian tripod climbed over the Western foothills of the Misty Mountains. The other Martians turned to it and hesitated, as if in confusion or fear. And then, another loud horn call from the Martian on the hill. As the horn call died down, something black began to rise above the hill behind the machine: an advancing army, equal in size to that of the current Martian army, approached until the machine on the hill, which must have been a chief of some sort, was surrounded on all sides by Martian tripods and tanks, all of them painted a dark blue color, as opposed to the usual metallic, lake red, or green of the standard machines.

The Martians broke off their advance toward Isengard, and now concentrated fully on this new spectre presented in a twisted version of their own image.

[me9996]

As per the orders of Orithil, me9996 quickly made his way to the middle of our side of the battlefield.

When he arrived he saw the enemy advance cutting through the loyal entmooters dispite how well the forces of entmoot have been fighting, he wondered at this only a moment and then charged down and ordered the soldiers to form a shield wall, archers behind, swordsmen (And any swordswomen) in front and to hold out untill Orithils elite came.

"For entmoot!"

[orithil]

Orithil mounted his large armoured ram its horns polished and shining the other elites mounted aswell all in black plate mail, they charge foward directly into the advancing enemy on the left flank and carved a path through the enemy giving the entmooters time to form a large phalanx and throwing down mines.
Orithil gave the orders for his elites to follow him and head for the me9996.

[ayra]

Ayra got so tangled up in the here fight, that she decided to go insane. It had saved her many a time.
"Na, na! If you catch me, I'll turn the whole lot of you into frogs! Or maybe pickles. No. It's got to be chocolate. Then I'll eat you!"
She did the random pointing out of enemies that she would change and then did a little dance. They all attacked her and she ran off.
"Catch me if you can, it's a good thing I'm NOT the ginger-bread man!"
Then she was gone.

[Prince Myshkin]

Myshkin, Tiabeth, and Cringer start to make their way up the passage that Tiabeth had been protecting till recently. Tiabeth has to furl his wings and go on all fours to moke it through the tunnel. "Sorry it's so cramped for you"

"It's alright, I'm with you"

"Oh Tiabeth you're so cool. I always wanted to meet a dragon... And now we're going to be together for a long time. how much farther to the kitchen?"

"I'm hungry..."

" I know and we'll grb you something but we have to see if we can help the others on the outside from in here. We should see if we can find tabby to work on our tactics and..."

Tiabeth interupts him.
"We're here."

they were standing in front of an intricate door with the closure on the inside. Myshkin lifts up the bar on the door and pushes it open. Inside the kitchen sitting around a large center island are seven soldiers with wost of their armor off and half eaten food in their mouths

"You aren't supposed to be here, GET IM!" they charge Myshkin brave on it's own. then they see his companions.

"What were you saying? you have an issue with me and my friends?'

they stand openmouthed with shock for a split second and then run as a mass toward the door. Cringer leads forward and takes one down landing on his back. Myshkin hits one with the side of his bat'leth and tiabethhits four with his massive tail and closes the door on the rest of them so they can't escape.

"We should question them." Tiabeth announces proudly

"Where is your leader stationed?"

" E's usually at the 'ighest place 'e can watch the battle from."

"How does he give ordes to his troops then?"

"Commanders 'ave radios."

"Why is he taking over?"

" dunno we're mercenaries"

"Thanks for the info"
Myshkin hits the last soldier and lock all of them in the closet.

"We'll come back for them later lets go find ourselve a tower"

his companions growl their approval and they head into the hall...

[orithil]

"clear the area" yelled Orithil and the entmooters shield wall parted and Orithil and his elites charged foward the cut down the enemy one after another. "fall back" Orithil ordered
They fell back through the shield wall and dismounted, their horses ran back to camp with a escort for the horses.

[trolls' bane]

Another loud, low horncall floated across Isengard, followed by another and another. The two Martian armies, the newcomers of which were revealed by Martian battle language and radio chatter to be enemies from a moon of the only planet orbiting the star Upsilon Andromadae, who were aptly named the Upsilon Andromedans.
As horncalls from both sides grew more frequent and louder, it became apparent that neither side was concerned with Isengard any longer, and were now focused intently upon one another.

Tabby was glad it was so easy to sabotage petty human electronics, as they were never self-repairing, nor lined with organic neural sensors linked to a central supercomputer. In fact, it was too easy, as a simple explosion could bring them down.
He made his way out from the power plant control room (which for some reason unspecified was located in the Green House, and down to where the stairs to the tall tower, at the top of which was the President's office, but made a detour on the way to the armory.

[ayra]

(What is going on? None of that make any sense. I tried reading it again...)

[sisterandcousinandaunt]

Originally Posted by ayra

(What is going on? None of that make any sense. I tried reading it again...)

Courtesy Tabby's planetary chauvinism, we seem to be ground zero for an alien battle that's none of our business. I'll be remembering THAT come election time.

[ayra]

Originally Posted by sisterandcousinandaunt

Courtesy Tabby's planetary chauvinism, we seem to be ground zero for an alien battle that's none of our business. I'll be remembering THAT come election time.

I thought... Oh, never mind...
TWO alien armies in battle against each other and no thought as to how Isengard/Entmoot/whatever is doing? This is getting far fetched...