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Post by zilong on Jul 1, 2007 23:27:39 GMT -5
Zilong heard the flash and the voice of the Princess as clearly as anyone, and perhaps no one in the camp was more relieved to hear it. The heat left his shoulder as he felt the Agni take flight, and he slowly rose from the ground in response. In all likelihood, if Captain Wenyuan was to be believed, the Princess has just saved his life. Had it been on purpose, or inadvertent? The large man could not be certain, but either way, he was grateful. Already, the Princess seemed to have done more for him in a matter of minutes than Agni had done for him in his entire life, or so was his judgment. Brow furrowed, he felt his lip curl upward in a slight snarl as the “goddess” landed on the Princess’s arm. That damned bird, who had never helped even the most devout of his comrades in their times of need, was giving orders to the Princess of the Fire Nation, the daughter of the Firelord and perhaps the future ruler of their great empire. It was disgusting.
“Easy, Sergeant,” Captain Wenyuan urged, seeing Zilong’s knuckles whiten from his grip on his guan dao. “You just got out of a bad situation, let’s not get in another one, all right?”
“Sorry, Captain,” Zilong said in a low voice, though he still glared at the god. “You know I have trouble holding back.”
The captain chuckled, though it was a bit hollow, “I know, it’s not your fault. We’ll just keep you clear of our illustrious goddess, okay? Go take Ming’s squad out on patrol for now. He’s been asking for some help in scarring the hell out of some smartass privates, anyway.”
The large veteran grinned a wide, toothy grin that could be construed as menacing despite its intent, and nodded an affirmative. Slinging his weapon over his shoulder, Zilong worked his way to the back of the crowd of cheering soldiers to find Sergeant Ming and his unit. Captain Wenyuan was young, but he was a good leader. He understood his men, and he looked out for them. Some officers put themselves on a pedestal, thought themselves above their men and above their work. Zilong hated those assholes. Until you are in the thick of battle, you know nothing of it. Agni, therefore knew nothing of battle, but every Firelord that Zilong could recall had fought in battle and therefore knew it well. Briefly, he wondered if the princess had, but after that display, he was almost positive she had. She had the spirit of a warrior, of someone who was willing to crush her enemies throat with her own hands. Agni didn’t know that. She wouldn’t even recognize it if she saw it. So while the bird might be giving orders, it was the Princess who was in control. He was convinced.
After all, no spirit was greater than the spirit of a Fire Nation warrior.
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Post by din on Jul 5, 2007 23:13:37 GMT -5
As Din circled on the winds above, the currents pushed him further into the sky. He continued watching, as if he was going to suddenly dive at some hapless mouse and devour it for dinner. But he required neither sustenance nor company (whatever company a mouse would provide), and he wanted neither of them either.
He watched down as Azula raised her hand to the heavens, and called for lightning. If I wasn't limited by Vishnu... I'd give you such a shock for using my lightning! He cursed her, the wench. She dared to use his lightning. Maybe he'd show her who was better at slinging it.
"Gentlemen.. it has been 100 years since my Great Grandfather, Fire Lord Souzin started out on this divine quest to conquer the world and perge it of those unfit to live in our divine world. We bear the blessings of the Gods! Great Goddess Agni is proof of that! She humbly appears before us.. to give you strenght!"
Not all the Gods lassy... not all. He glared at her, his eyes beginning to glow an angry bluish hue. He wasn't in the mood for speeches right now. And he wasn't happy this was happening. Agni took off and landed on Azula's shoulder. A pet? It fit her nicely...
She declared, "Ba Seng Se shall fall in my name."
That's what you think you stupid pheasant. He continued to watch the proceedings from above, waiting to see what would happen. He wasn't about to let Agni to do anything on his watch.
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Post by mai on Jul 13, 2007 19:38:07 GMT -5
"Whats going on? Why is it so quiet?" bubbled a query from Mai's acrobat friend, Ty Lee. Mai and she were almost polar opposites, evident in how Mai stood in place like a marble statue, hands in sleeves, as Ty Lee clearly made her emotions known to all on a regular basis. Bubbly and exuberant, it was a wonder that Mai enjoyed the rosy-tinted girl's company. Then again, her antics amused Mai to a good extent, even though she'd never let anyone know it.
The mishap involving the large soldier seemed to have passed as far as Mai could tell, but she lowed to her friend, "I don't know. I think it had to do with that big guy." Not pointing or gesturing toward the man at all, she was most vague in her referral as she made nary a movement. The matter likely wasn't important. At least not to Mai.
An enigmatic grin came to Mai's face at Princess Azula's proclamation, Agni the fiery bird spirit majestically at her side. The grand and mighty Earth Kingdom would be liberated from its unclean ways and lead to live as the divinely-lead Fire Nation, based on what Mai had been taught all her life...
But no, the fall of Ba Sing Sei was not what intrigued her, but the prospect of fighting alongside her dearest of friends, ah yes, this pleased the gloomy young woman.
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Post by aaronaaronaaron on Jul 17, 2007 23:02:25 GMT -5
"That big guy hmm?" Ty Lee said shrugging. "Boring..." she finished and yawned. She wondered when things were going to get going, she was glad she was here with her friends, even though Azula was busy most of the time. But her heart was with the circus, being center stage and being loved by all. She wished that she could get together with her friends on a cheerier basis, only getting to see them when they wanted her to beat people up made her feel kind of sad, and everyone was always to busy for her.
"Maybe we will get to beat up some cute boys, that'd be fun." She said trying to cheer herself up, then she caught a glance at Agni. "Oh, I should probably shut up shouldn't I?" She said and that was that, Ty Lee's trap was finally shut.
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Post by prodigy on Jul 18, 2007 1:04:09 GMT -5
The Princess lifted her arm up swiftly with Agni on it, Using the force of the motion to send the great bird soaring skyward, so that she might open her wings and soar above the crowd. "So it will be, Goddess Agni!" The Princess cried triumphantly, spreading her arms outward to the side and opening her center up to the warmth from the sun. "Ba Seng Sei shall fall at our feet!" With that climatic finish, if Agni complied and exploded into a burst of fireworks or something, Azula felt she had done her job. She had made herself know among the troops.. Agni had made an apperance and had startled at least one solider into.. compliance of the milder sort. The Princess turned, her topknot towards the men as she lept from the greasy pile of catapult fodder. Grease was smeared on her clothes, a few stripes on her face.. and all over her hands. It was hardly noticiable to the Princess who right now was on an adrealin high. Give her five minutes and she'll be back to the narcacisstic perfectionist she was. Her golden gaze turned to the two young noblewomen who stood at the base of the the pile. Lady Mai.. Daughter of the Governor of New Ozai.. and Lady Ty Lee.. Daughter of some nobleman barely high enough in the ranks. They had been her closest 'friends' during their years at the Royal Fire Nation Academy for Girls. The two had stuck to the Princess like glue.. and listened to every word she said, never talking back. She liked them.. but only until their usefullness ran out.
"Mai.. Ty Lee.. glad to see you came out for my grand speech.. Even more glad to see you awaken before Noon, Ty Lee. " Azula kept an ear out for the sound of Agni's approach. She hopped the Goddess had flown out of site, reshaped in her human guise.. and would return to her. Azula was not quiet finish. That Admiral Ashuku hadn't shown during her speech. She wanted to find him. NOW.
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Post by vu on Jul 23, 2007 19:17:00 GMT -5
"So you in Cap'n?"
Vu almost sighed if it was not for the genuine curiosity in the platoon cook's voice and face. It had not been long since the sun set, finally giving way to night, and the somewhat debacle of a surprise rally had ended. Since then, the man named Zilong was quickly earning fame and infamy throughout most of the camp. On one hand he hand be personally touched by the Goddess Agni herself--she perched on his shoulder in fact--and on the other hand he was nearly incinerated by the same spirit.
Maybe even the whole camp would have been incinerate if she was truly displeased. All because of Zilong.
Vu wondered how if anyone even waited until the soldiers were dismissed before speculation and betting began on Zilong's fate. How long it would take and by what means. Whether it would be human fated by having him be a one man first wave or divinely decreed by him spontaneously combusting into a pillar of fire and pile of ash.
"I am not sure," Vu told the cook. "Maybe I will," holding out his bowl to be filled with watered down huangjiu, or fermented alcohol, from the clay jug.
Vu himself was still uncertain as to how he should feel towards Zilong. More so after the consoling pats on the back he recieved after the rally was over. He was standing within three feet of Zilong's interrogation by Agni and if she deemed it, Vu would have been reduced to nothing but a pair of smoking combat boots if she wanted. And that's was what those consoling pats hinted towards. And not just him but Zilong's commanding officer as well could have been killed.
"I guess I will have to toss him down for death in battle," he resounded hopefully. Bold as Zilong seemed, the impression Vu garned from the big man, he wanted to surmise that Zilong would at least be allowed to live so he could fight. If he survived the campaign... then he might be struck down.
"Special poke fodder or special crush fodder? " One of his subordinates called from another bench-used log around their campfire as the platoon settled in for communal dinner. Poke fodder being the platoon's term for soldier likely to die from arrows or a spears than any form of bending.
"Nope. Standard poke fodder," Vu replied with an almost c.ocky grin while he dipped his holeless guangbing into the wooden bowl, softening the chopped vegetable and salted meat filled bagel-like wheat cake. Also believing that Zilong would not be placed on any risky, special assignment for his impudence. "What sort of odds do we have riding on that?"
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Post by agni on Jul 24, 2007 20:03:21 GMT -5
Agni used the boost Azula gave her to soar into the sky, staying low enough to avoid Din and lower still to give hope to her people. She spotted a solder, captian of a tank platoon by the looks of it, and skimmed low enough to tuff a small, flaming feather on his head, loosing it enough to fall in his lap. A gift to the captain, yes, as phoenix feathers were very valuable, and a goddess-phoenix, even more so. A gift for the captain for the faithfulness, and to point out that Zilong was not in her favor.
Perhaps... very much, she could... pursued him... to put his faith back in her, where it should be... perhaps...
No. With Din keeping an eye on her, if she were to offensively involve herself in the fall of Ba Seng Se, she would bring the wraith of the Spirit World on her.
But if she were to heal... yes, her tears, like all other phoenixes, could heal... she could heal anything. Saving a life or easying the pain of her own peoples' was not a crime, although Vishnu might be mildly annoyed if she intereferred with any of his plans. She would have to be careful.
Sighing, she figured her almost inmoblie position in the Spirit World and the mortal realm was what caused Zilong's indignant rejection of her. She may have had a hand in influencing Fire Lord Souzin's divine war, but she want not the only one. Vishnu did more than she ever did, and she certainly did not allow nor endorse the slaughtering of thousands of innocents -- the Air Nomads. Rumors amoung different spirits (of course pointing the claw at her and only her) spoke of many different cruelties committed. And if she had not been ressurecting at the time, she most certainly would have slowly murdered those committing the crimes herself, if it were true. She may be radical in some peoples' minds, but she was not barbaric.
And she couldn't save every single one of her soldiers' lives, either -- Vishnu would have her head. His cycle must go on.
Oh, she would take care of Zilong, that was for sure. She would prove that she was the Goddess of Flame, one way... or another.
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Post by zilong on Jul 26, 2007 0:07:25 GMT -5
The patrol had been uneventful aside from intimidating the hell out of a few smart-mouthed rookies, but Zilong knew that would be the case from the start. It had been a good idea to send him away from the camp for a while, give him time to cool his head. Even if he hadn’t realized this during the course of the patrol, it was evident enough when he got back. Whispers and looks that were clearly directed at him could be spotted even by the most unobservant soldier, and people generally seemed to clear a path for him. It took all the control he could muster to march through towards where his unit was camped with angry, impatient strides and clenched teeth. If he hadn’t specifically been ordered to essentially lay low for a while, he would have torn off his armor and challenged anyone who dared question at him to step forward right then, but he kept his violent urges in check. Orders were orders, and when someone that knew what they were doing was giving them, that went double.
When he arrived at his unit’s encampment, he found the surrounding units were staring and whispering much less. A couple of them looked a little worse for wear. Zilong smiled at seeing this. Apparently, some of his comrades had not taken kindly to some of the conversation going on about him. Those from his unit seemed to notice his approach with Ming’s squad, and various greetings arose from both sides. It had never been doubted by Zilong, but it was now confirmed: those that had been fighting beside him truly didn’t care what chose to perch on his shoulder. After all the battles they ha fought together, they had bonds of comradery that couldn’t be broken by rumors or the like. Comradery formed in the fires of battle could not be broken so easily.
Eventually, though, it had to come up. After all, Agni herself had perched on his shoulder. You couldn’t just ignore that completely.
“So, Big Long, what was that thing with Agni all about anyway?” asked a soldier, almost seemingly on accident.
Zilong glanced at Wenyuan across the unit’s campsite, but after a moment’s pause, grinned and replied, “Well, being a goddess, she would want to have the safest perch, so why not sit on the shoulders of the strongest man in the Fire Nation Army?”
All the tension suddenly disappeared, and suddenly the unit was back into its old habits, everyone claiming that Agni should have sat on their shoulder instead for one ridiculous reason or another, including one soldier claiming that if he had been naked, then Agni would have surely come to him. Soon enough, the subject was dropped, and they moved on to other things, completely relaxed. At least, for the most part, for while Zilong appeared his usual self, he could not help but shake the feeling that he was not out of the woods yet.
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Post by jingko on Aug 2, 2007 23:42:16 GMT -5
Ever since the sounds of new arrivals making their way to the camp, Jingko had the strongest urge to go see exactly what was going on. However, as luck would have it, a pair of returning scouts had sought a word with him, claiming their news to be urgent. And while the cheers of men for the princess and the thundering noise of the arriving tank division were certainly alluring to the relatively young officer who was always looking to immerse himself in the greater workings of this army, Jingko knew his duties well enough to stay back and hear out the soldiers' report.
"You're sure of this?" he asked after extracting every detail he could manage from the two soldiers who were still sitting atop their komodo rhinos.
"Positive, Sir," they replied.
"Very well. Take your mounts back to the corral and alert Squads One and Three. Make sure they are prepared to leave at a moment's notice." The soldiers parroted affirmative replies and spurred their mounts into motion, leaving Jingko to decide whom to speak to.
For a moment, he considered going to Admiral Ashuku, but a better idea came to mind. With the arrival of the princess, perhaps he could find a chance to make himself known to some of the higher-ups. The ambitious Lieutenant pondered the possibilities as his feet began carrying him towards the center of the commotion. He slipped through the crowds, shoving other men aside when necessary. Despite his rather unimposing height, he still managed to shove his way through without retaliation because of the gold collar on his shirt. Eventually he came to the forefront of the throng, and right in front of him was Princess Azula.
Jingko looked over the girl for a moment, guaging her strength. She was just a teenager and yet she exuded the type of charisma and confidence that he'd rarely seen in leaders thrice her age. Still though, she was at least a decade his junior, and so he managed to subdue his feelings of awe in order to call out a message.
"Princess Azula," he started, bowing deeply (the minimum one was expected to do in presence of royalty), "Pardon the interruption, but Admiral Ashuku has evaded me for the moment and I have important reconaissance information... My scouts report seismic activity to the Southwest that suggests a rather large force of earthbenders."
Jingko stood from his bow and looked at the Princess with an even face, awaiting her decision with all of the forced calmness he could muster. Despite his confidence in himself, he was well aware of the girl's prodigious firebending skills and really didn't want to be broiled for disturbing her.
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Post by vu on Aug 5, 2007 16:24:53 GMT -5
"Where there's dung, there's a stench," one of the Vu's platoon men jerked a thumb in the direction of the returning patrol as they still ate.
"Do you min' man?!" he was quickly cuffed in the back of the head. "Not while I eat!"
"Ow! We'll its true! And it's only nat--OW!"
"Not while we eat" The cook cuffing the soldier in the back of the head as well.
Unintentionally, attention was drawn from away from the returning Zilong. At least attention from Vu's platoon. Many others in the encampment however still had their attention on the large firebender. Staring, whispering, mocking or stepping aside whenever he neared. A few of those detractors looking a touch worse for the wear. Black eyes, swollen cheeks or bloody noses.
Scuffles and fights had broke out between Zilong's fellow soldiers and others here and there throughout the camp. Even a couple of Vu's men who sat around the camp fire had took their licks. As a likely result, amongst the betting they had made rather high wagers.
And amidst this all soldiers were whispering and pointing at sightings of Agni swooping about the encampment. Vu could not help but feel that the area took on a preternatural feel. One that merged with the general anxiety and excitement of an upcoming battle. One that was supposed to lead them behind the walls of Ba Sing Se.
That eerie preternaturalness, that made moments and events like these seem like myths or legends in and of themselves came over Vu. A wave of heat descended upon Vu and his men. The blast of hot air sweeping over and swirling about them like a summer heatwave. Save for Vu, eyes belong to the men of the Lucky Eighth went wide. Vu himself pondered those looks, as they were directed towards him. Atop his head came an intense heat. Yet the heat bore no ill-will. No harm or maliciousness. There was warmth and even tenderness in the feel. Vu felt further heat from his own body. Feeling a bit of blush upon his brown cheeks as this heat caressed its way across his head and down his face until it landed onto his lap, himself remembering the touch of a firebending masseuse or two.
Ahead of him he understood what his men were seeing. Upwards and ahead he saw the appearance of Agni again. Flying back up and into the trees after swooping down from behind Vu. Atop his lap was a memento. And this time, Vu took his turn at being left wide-eyed. Wondering as to the nature of the phoenix feather.
An apology? A gift? A talisman?
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Post by prodigy on Aug 6, 2007 1:28:57 GMT -5
The dark haired woman, tendrils of her silky hair flowing around her heart shaped faced turned to the solider who had called out her name. What did they want now..? She was standing directly infront of him, yet had been speaking in soft tones to the Ladies Mai and Ty Lee, one of which did not appear noble as much as she did circus rat.. yet their mere presence with the Princess would grant them such. Her pale face was warmly lit by the sun, the ivory skin aglow, the shadows across her alabaster skin rended a dark mountbatten pink. Gracefully, she lifted her chin from her long neck, letting her persian-red colored lips drop open as she breathed and listened to the solider. Saffron eyes glanced from the solider's head, his form bowed before her to the taller and steel-like gaze of Mai, then to the curious gaze of Ty Lee. As the man finished speaking, and raised her head, the princess, who stood shorter than the solider closed her eyes for a moment, before opening them up to his. They glittered, calculated as the faintest hints of an approving smile crossed her lips.
"Thank you... Lieutenant." The Princess paused, assesing his rank from his uniform as her gaze quickly looked him over. So an Earth Kingdom group was near.. Well they couldn't afford that. This gathering of the military needed to be as quiet as possible. A quick.. excursion needed to be made to ensure their surprise. "...A Question, Lietutnant. What is the best and finest Division to take on a group of heavy artillery Earth Benders gathered here? Go find their Captain.. and send him to me with the orders to move out within the hour. Dismissed." That last word was quick, and sharp. It was the end of the converstation. Her Orders were final and if anyone refused.. well.. Azula lifted her hand up to her face, examining her nails, before polishing them on the double layer shoulder collar. As the Solider scampered away, hopefully fast.. the Princess murmured to her companions, though Agni had not returned yet. "Ladies.. we shall see some action soon enough. Prepare yourselves."
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Post by mai on Aug 8, 2007 0:16:54 GMT -5
"Ladies.. we shall see some action soon enough. Prepare yourselves."
Though the previous vague half-grin had long since faded from her narrow lips, Mai's opinion was still the same. Inward, she was still smiling at the prospect. She stayed in the background, quiet, during the brief banter with the short Lieutenant, behind Princess Azula and beside Ty Lee. The tallest of the three, her posture was near-flawless, with her pointy hands rested in her sleeves with her finely-structured, pale-as-ivory face as vapid as ever.
With the winds of the day at a standstill, her normally billowing, loose clothes fell over her gaunt figure, while her thick, meticulously-combed hair stayed in its intricate style. Two strands of hair trailed from the back of her head and over her shoulders, motionless. As the soldier faded from sight, the young noble lady stepped forward to meet Azula, and bluntly rose her deep, deadpan voice. "Of course I'm prepared...That's why I came."
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Post by zilong on Aug 30, 2007 20:06:12 GMT -5
For a while, Zilong and the other members of his division were relaxed, lounging about their camp and waiting for something to happen. That happened a lot these days, it seemed. The Fire Nation had not had a major assault in some time aside from the late Admiral Zhao’s failed northern expedition, and so the executing of a major attack like this seemed to be taking some time. They would have a while to just relax before they finally left for Ba Sing Se. At least, that was what Zilong had thought until a messenger rode into the camp on a komodo rhino.
“Captain Wenyuan of the five hundred and second infantry division?” he called out, clearly not knowing who to look for.
“That’s me,” said the captain, rising from his seat and walking towards the messenger with his helmet under his shoulder.
There was a brief exchange of conversation that Zilong could not hear very well. After the exchange, the messenger rode off and the captain turned to face the division. His face was serious, but not grave, the kind of stony look that one would expect from a strong leader.
“All right, boys, get your acts together! We’re moving out!” he called out. “Looks like some rock-heads are poking around to the southwest, and we’re going to go head ‘em off before they can see what we’re up to. Company leaders, get your men together and form up! Let’s move!”
“You heard the man! Seventh company, form on me!” Zilong bellowed, rising to his feet and gathering his gear. “Let’s go crush some rock-heads!”
The buckling of armor and the clanking of weapons suddenly filled the camp as soldiers scrambled into position. Food and personal items were dropped on the spot, no one caring if they left a mess behind. Within a couple of minutes, the companies had all formed up into individual formations. They then moved into a single formation, with three companies to a row. Zilong’s company lined up on the left flank of the Captain’s at the front of the formation, with Ming’s on the right flank. Once they had formed up, the company marched forward, following their captain’s lead towards the spot where they had been instructed to gather for the mission. Naturally, they were getting stares from other soldiers as they made their way through the camp in tight formation, armor and weapons clanking as they went.
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Post by vu on Sept 1, 2007 17:01:47 GMT -5
Vu Ganesa eyes fell upon the phoenix feather of Agni that twirled across his right hand by the quill. The Komodo Rhino Lieutenant riding off after delivering him a message. Turning back, the campfire highlighted the silent, wide-eyed stares of his platoon. Some having halted their actions, sitting there with various states of mid-chew and swallows.
The sudden dropping of a phoenix feather from the spirit Agni. Now being assigned to Princess Azula for an operation. This was not just happening too fast but felt far too coincidental.
Amidst the dumbfounded looks, Vu strode back to his seat on one of the logs used for bench. "We leave in one hour," stating as he picked up his meal. "Be ready in fourty five," returning to his dinner.
Fourty something minutes later, the Lucky Eighth having finshed their meals and scrambling for lanterns, the engines of six Fire Nation war crawlers barked and coughed to life. Around fifteen standing men long and almost two men high, the machines ground their way through the encampment in single file. The firebenders, who acted as turrent gunner and captain of each crawler directed teh drivers as the laterns were yet to be lit. The encampment easy to navigate despite tonight's cookfire filled darkness.
Vu began calling his platoon to a halt as they neared a division of comrade in arms standing at the ready. Unable to make out their banners in the darkness and thus tell which division they were. His platoon forming up behind them Vu pulled the rest of his body from the hatch and jumped down the machine's side.
Before Princess Azula stood her entourage. A couple of noble girls and a collection of the tri-eyed mask, royal guard. Before them a single Fire Nation officer knelt to the princess. No doubt the officer leading the foot soldiers. Vu marched closer until he stood parallel with the infantry caption, then followed suit.
Removing his helmet, Vu dropped to one knee and inclining his head.
"Highness!" Setting the helmet before his dropped knee. A clenched right fist met his open left palm in salute. "Captain Vu Ganesa of the Eighth Mobile Land Ship Team—Detached Platoon at your command!"
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Post by prodigy on Sept 2, 2007 11:41:45 GMT -5
Wind swirled around the flock of girls who stood just outside the camp. A handful of Royal Guard, in their tall, imposing, and unique armor surrounded the trio... or quartet if Agni had returned among them. Azula did want the Fire Goddess to accompany them. Perhaps her prescence, human or otherwise, could mess with the minds of the Earth Kingdom Soliders.
The girls themself had not adopted any armor, save for the stylish alternative Azula wore. One might wonder if they were simply going to observing. Perhaps, but the Princess had other plans. She would be getting as deep as she could into the fray, with her fericious blue fire and lightning, she would not hold back. Ty Lee and Mai were both equally skilled in their own arts. Ty Lee had a dangerous knowledge of pressure points, and could easily render unconscious, and even kill with just a jab. Mai was deadly with tiny little needles she had up every sleeve and on each ankle, anble to throw them in with deadly accuracy.
They had been sitting silent for the time being, and the sound of a militia moving towards their end of the camp grew closer to them. The Princess folded her arms behind her back and stood, legs spread, with a unexpressional look on her young face. A man wearing the armor of a Captain, though accented by special regimental decor, approached her and dropped to his knees, addressing her.
Her lips curled up into a smile as she approached him. "Captain Ganessa.. My Father is very proud of the world the 8th Mobile Land Ship Platoon has done... very proud. You bring honor to us." She gave him a subtle hand signal, indictating as he was to rise as she stepped away to give a quick eye-over the troops behind him and those under the second commander's command, Ah.. there was that Solider that Agni had choosen. Good.. he was destined to be in this little party then.
"GENTLEMEN!" The Princess shouted, her small figure hidden by the taller heads and helments. Yet her voice was that of battle harded angel, demanding respect and silence. "I have receive reports that there are movements along the north edge of this encampment. Earth Kingdom Movements. We do not want them to get close to our gathering while we are still gathering forces. Your mission is to.. WIPE. THEM. OUT. Every last solider." She paused, canting her head to the side as she took the moment to glance over her cat-like claws.. nails that had been filed perfectly to a point capable of inflicting scratches, if not pentrating skin in a lovely gouge. "Myself and my ladies will accompany you. Do not hesitate for a moment or there will be fierce punishments. Show them the power of the Fire Nation, gentlemen! WE MOVE!"
The Princess turned swiftly on her heel jogging past her comapanions as she scampered up onto one of the new mounts. Rhinos were too.. slow for this mission. Basilik Lizards were called upon.. creatures that could move swiftly through the woods and fields, and even walk across water..! They were amazing creatures. Seated firmly onto the saddle, Azula raised her hand to her ladies. "Let's go, Ladies."
[Azula has left this thread to go cause some massive carnage.]
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